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It was full dark by the time that Emma brought the Blackbird down over a small rural town, landing it at the bottom end of the school football oval, just in front of the goalposts.
“Won’t someone notice us landing it here?” asked Kitty nervously.
“Do try to pay attention to your geography, Katherine,” said Emma. “This is Constant Hill. Xavier and I located a young mutant here only two years ago who had quite dangerous powers and very poor control over them. With the aid of the Cuckoos, we telepathically convinced the residents to leave town, so that we could safely get the young girl in question under control. Afterwards, Xavier was too preoccupied with his new student to remember to tell the residents they could come back – and given that they were bigoted yokels who would kill a mutant on sight if given the chance, I saw no reason to rectify his mistake.”
“Everyone here… just left?” asked Kitty. “Leaving a whole town behind?”
“Yes, Kitten,” said Emma, distractedly. “At least attempt to keep up.”
But something Emma had said sparked a thought in Kitty’s brain.
The Cuckoos – the Stepford Cuckoos. Blonde teenaged triplet clones of Emma. Powerful telepaths. They used to be students. When… when did I last see them? How long ago? Did they leave the X Mansion? Why aren’t they part of Emma’s Hellions?
And then, just like that, the thought was gone. She felt something closing around her mind – something friendly, something protective – and the idea of the Cuckoos vanished.
The Blackbird had settled to a full stop on the untended grass of the field and disgorged its exit ramp. Emma was exiting, and the other members of her party jumped up to follow.
Kitty felt strange and awkward in her slutty costume, with her tits exposed and her cunt splayed open by tape. But she realised, with some pride, that she felt far less awkward than she would have only months ago. And besides, all the other girls except for Emma were dressed identically. She may be a slut, but she was one slut among many.
The ground outside the Blackbird was pitch black, except for the small pool illuminated by the aircraft’s running lights.
“Illyana, pet, could you do something about the lights?” asked Emma.
“Yes, mistress,” said Illyana, bobbing her head in acknowledgement. She muttered the words of some incomprehensible spell – and a loud,echoing “flick” sound, the sportsground night lighting sprang to life, instantly flooding the field with bright, flat light.
“Much better,” said Emma. “Well done,pet.”
“Thank you, mistress,” said Illyana.
Emma looked around at her little team – Kitty, Illyana, Roulette, Empath and the student known as Rainbow.
“Rainbow, Rainbow,” muttered Emma, as if trying to remember where she had heard it. “But that isn’t your *real* call-sign, is it, child? Don’t the students call you something else?”
Rainbow blushed. “No,” she said, too quickly.
Emma smiled – a cruel smile. “Don’t try and lie to a telepath, dear. It makes you look very foolish.”
Rainbow blushed further, and in a small voice, she said, “Some of them call me Harlot.”
“And what does that name mean?” asked Emma.
“That… they think I’m a slut,” said Rainbow.
“A fitting name, then,” said Emma. “After all, changing one’s hair colour isn’t very much use on a combat mission, is it, Harlot?”
The girl was confused. “But… you wanted me to come…”
“Oh, yes,” said Emma. “But you must never forget, dear, that as a woman you have a special power all your own, located between your legs, and it’s that power that I’m counting on today.” She gestured out across the football field.
“Would you go scout ahead for us, Harlot?” she asked.
Harlot looked at her, her face twisted with uncertainty and shame at Emma’s blunt words. She turned back towards the oval, and began to walk out towards its centre.
Kitty made to follow, but Emma extended an arm and held her back.
“No, Kitten,” she whispered. “Just wait.”
Rainbow – or, perhaps, “Harlot” – walked out to the middle of the football field, then turned nervously back toward Emma.
Emma gestured the she should keep going.
Harlot advanced further – and then stopped.
A figure had appeared at the far end of the field. At this distance it was little more than a silhouette, but whoever it was – whatever it was – was big – over seven feet in height – and muscular.
A voice called out – masculine and guttural, like an animal. Despite the distance, it carried clearly across the field.
“This one’s pretty, Frost,” it said. “I’m going to enjoy her.”
“Do you have what you promised, Creed?” asked Emma. She spoke only at an indoor volume – and yet Kitty was sure that the newcomer would be able to hear her words clearly, in his head. The vocal utterance was for the benefit of those standing around her.
And the name made Kitty freeze with fear.
Victor Creed. Sabretooth. A monster that the X-Men had fought again and again, over multiple years, and rarely defeated. Cunning, vicious, and nearly unkillable thanks to his mutant healing factor. Wanted for the rape and murder of countless women, and known to take a malicious thrill in violating pretty young girls.
“Emma,” hissed Kitty. “What are you doing?”
Silence, Kitten, said Emma’s voice in her head. You must trust Auntie Emma now.
Sabretooth held up something – a canister of some kind – and then hurled it overarm towards Emma. For any human, the object would have fallen short of the field’s centre line, but with Creed’s monstrous strength it easily arced across the full distance, coming down perfectly so as to allow Emma to catch it cleanly.
Before Kitty could look at it, Emma had wrapped it in white cloth, and bundled it close to her chest.
“Very well, Creed,” said Emma. “I’m satisfied. Enjoy her.”
“Why don’t you come join us, Frost?” called Sabretooth. “That frigid blonde cunt of yours could use a workout.”
“Don’t test me, Creed,” said Emma. “Take what you are given and be thankful.”
“You know, Frost,” said Sabretooth, “I can catch a pretty teen frail to rape whenever I choose. In terms of value as a payment, this little chickadee is basically worthless.”
He laughed. “But to know that you’re *giving* her to me – offering her up of your own free will, for me to violate… well, that’s priceless. Just know that next time the price will be *two* of your slutty little students – and I’m going to want to keep one of them.”
Harlot was looking back and forth between Sabretooth and Emma, frightened and unsure.
“Miss Frost?” she called out. “What is happening?”
“You’re serving your purpose, Harlot,” said Emma. “Do try to be entertaining. Mr Creed is difficult to deal with when he’s bored. I suggest you try to run. He likes it best when girls struggle.”
Harlot’s eyes widened, and she turned back towards Emma and began to run.
But Sabreooth was terrifyingly fast. He dropped almost to all fours, moving in a powerful loping run, with a speed that left him almost a blur, and he was on Harlot before she had made it even ten metres. They saw now that he was completely naked, his enormous penis swinging freely between his legs, and when he reached Harlot he propelled himself at her like a cannonball, bringing her to the ground tits-down with a thud.
They watched as he expertly used his knees to spread her legs apart, and then a moment later there was a wailing, violated cry of horror and pain from Harlot – and they all knew that Sabretooth had forced his cock into her cunt.
“We have to save her!” objected Kitty, horrified.
“Oh, and did we have to save young Paige from *your* lustful intentions, Kitty?” asked Emma, with a note of acid in her voice. “Sometimes important things require sacrifice, and sometimes pretty young women are born to be victims. Now, this moment can either be traumatic for you, or it can be arousing, and I suggest you’re going to be happier about it afterwards if you choose the second option, so put your hands on your pussies, girls, and enjoy the show.”
Illyana and Roulette began to obediently masturbate as they watched Sabretooth rape the helpless Harlot.
But Kitty resisted. This was wrong. Playing D/s games with Paige in her bedroom in the X Mansion was one thing (she rationalised) but deliberately letting a supervillain rape a teenager was another. She looked at Emma in betrayal, wondering what she could do to stop this.
But Emma was already inside her mind.
There is nothing you can do, Kitten, thought Emma. And you need to trust me that there is nothing you *should* do. Now finger your cunt like a good girl, and think about how envious you are of little Harlot.
And despite her intentions, Kitty felt her hand moving to her exposed fuckhole, and beginning to finger her clit. Emma was in control now – and Emma likewise began to put images in Kitty’s head, of Kitty herself being forcefully raped by Sabretooth. They revolted her – but Emma was simultaneously triggering Kitty’s arousal centres, and she found herself growing drippingly wet to the thought of being non-consensually ravaged by Victor Creed’s oversized cock.
Personally, thought Emma, I like to picture it’s Jean Grey being violated. I think she’d look quite pretty, crying as she was raped, don’t you? Harlot really has perfectly captured Jean’s hair colour…
Out on the field, Sabretooth humped his way to an orgasm. They could all tell from the shudder in his body when he finally dumped his load into Harlot’s ravished womb – and from Harlot’s small, despairing wail as she felt his wetness fill her. He pulled himself up off the teen’s body, and raised a clawed fist…
“No murder, Creed,” said Emma. “I was quite clear.”
And Sabretooth’s body froze as Emma took telepathic control of his muscles – a reminder to Kitty that she could have ended Harlot’s rape at any time she chose.
“What about the rest of our deal, whore?” asked Creed, through clenched teeth.
“As we agreed,” said Emma. “I neutralized her birth control before we came here. She will spend a month wondering if she is pregnant with your rape-baby, and if she returns a positive test I will force her to carry it to term.”
Creed laughed. “Fuck, I love turning stuck-up frails into helpless little teen breeders. And knowing you’re helping makes it a million times better.”
“I don’t care what you love, Creed,” said Emma. “The deal is done. I suggest you start moving. You have an hour before the rest of the X-Men are alerted to your location, and I suggest you make use of it.”
Creed laughed again, and then turned and loped away. In less than a minute, he had vanished beyond the range of the field lights, fading undetectably into darkness.
“Empath, go and bring our little rape victim back to us,” said Emma.
To the rest of them, she said, “I intend to edit her memory. She ran away from the X Mansion, foolishly. Upon encountering Victor Creed, she unwisely cockteased him, thinking herself immune to danger due to being a spoiled brat. Her subsequent rape was entirely her own fault, and we unfortunately arrived too late to save her. Are you all clear on that, or do I have to edit your memories too?”
“Why can’t you edit the rape out entirely?” asked Kitty. “Like you do with Paige?”
“Because she will need an explanation as to why she is possibly pregnant, Katherine,” said Emma. “I know you’re sulking, but do try to use that brain of yours. And also because her violation is part of Creed’s payment. It is simply no fun for him if the girl doesn’t hate it.”
“But why do any of this at all?” wailed Kitty. “What is all this about – corrupting students, making them rape each other, sacrificing Rainbow to a… a monster? You used to *care* about your students. I don’t understand how you can just… abuse them like this!”
Emma grew very cold and still, and turned to Kitty.
“Katherine, I have allowed you a great deal of latitude,” she said, in a low, quiet voice. “But do not ever, EVER, suggest I do not have the interests of my students at heart. I know you do not understand. I know you *can’t* understand. But nevertheless, you will do as you are told, and be a good little slut-kitten for me, and for your mistress Illyana, and you will NOT insult me with your moralising. Do you understand?”
Kitty pouted, stubbornly.
“I would prefer not to have to edit your brain, Kitten,” whispered Emma.
Illyana came up behind Kitty and put a hand on her shoulder. “Please, Kitty. Do as she asks. For me.”
Kitty stood staring at Emma for a moment longer – and then slowly, reluctantly, she looked down at the grass.
“Yes, Mistress,” she said, in a small voice.
“Very good,” said Emma. “Now let us all go home.”
And Kitty followed along behind her.
But in a secret part of Kitty’s brain, behind a secret wall that Rachel had built for her, Kitty continued to think.
There was something that Emma wasn’t telling them. Why was she doing this? What was the canister that Sabretooth had given her?
And where, she wondered – as the thought now returned to her – were the Cuckoos?
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