As the large green mutant collapsed to the ground the crowd cheered as the visiting Champion stood over her opponents. She bathed in their adoration; she hated the arena for it being a breeding ground for slavery. But, this is what she loved the most, the thrill of the combat, the love and affection of the audience, the satisfaction that can only come from victory. If she could cut off the darker aspects of the organization it could become a safe haven for mutants, but she first needed to finish the world tour. By claiming dominion over the arenas she could reshape them as she saw fit. Once she had the legitimate claim to power, she would break free of Masques control of her. She just needed to play the part of slave and champion until the moment presents itself.
As she left the arena her trainers greeted her.
Purge, she never saw the man without his gimp mask, but she was far to familiar with his whip. His ability to induce agony in his victims ensured that there was no discretion within the ranks.
Paradise, for a person that could bring a person to the greatest highest of ecstasy she never had a smile. Her crotch less leather bodysuit left little to the imagination, but she never displayed any true desire for another.
“Masque has a special surprise for you” Paradise stated turning on her heel.
Storm followed a foot behind her like she had been trained to. Just two more and then she can make her move.
The doors opened and the light temporarily blinded her. As her eyes adjusted she was surprised by the rooms decor. Usually after a fight they would be brought to entertain the wealthier attendants.
The room looked like a dining hall with fine marvel floors and velvet curtains. At the head of the table sat Lady Mastermind enjoying a glass of wine. She trough up her hand to summon a gust of wind. Shocked at the fact that her powers were none responsive, for her efforts her trainers pinned her arms behind her back and forced her to her knees.
Regan smiled and walked over to her captive. “I just wanted to make you relive one of your greatest triumphs before I turned it into my right hand.”
“I won’t be brainwashed that easily!” Storm barked at her ca
“Darling, I wouldn’t be doing this if it was easy.”
Storm struggled to open her eyes; her mind was hazy as she struggled to collect herself. She remembered meeting Mariko, investigating the arena, interfering in the match and being declared the Champion.
She returned to fight again to defend her title and despite the warning from her comrade, Strong Guy. Her opponent was not quite what she expected, she was missing her left eye, which was her least conspicuous feature. In place of her arms were multiple tentacles, all rapped in a full in a full latex cat suit with boots and hood. The fight had been quite one sided she had had fought her hardest but had ultimately been defeated.
“There is no shame in losing to a superior opponent,” A calm and seductive voice said. “Now that you belong to me I will endeavor to make you as powerful and beautiful as possible.”
Storm was able to struggle against the tentacles of her capture. The new arrivals were dressed in the same manner as her opponent, though most of them wore collars three stood out among the rest the entourage. The leader who had spoken earlier wore a corset that only served to extenuate her curves and lacked a collar. The male had a gas mask and whip, the female lacked a hood and wore fingerless gloves, she felt like she had seen her before her, and red hair and black eyes were too conspicuous,
“You will call me Mistress. For that is who I am to my followers and that is who I shall be to you.” The women said as if she was ordering food. Storm tried to summon the elements, but for her struggles she was rewarded with her binds.
“Don’t feel ashamed. All of my servants had a breaking in period, even my Champions fought against me at first. Isn’t that right Cally?”
“Yes, Mistress” Storm’s capture responded. Several tentacles reached up and pealed away the latex veil from her face. Storm felt the ground fall at from under her as she was greeted by the visage of Callisto.
“Don’t be afraid. Once Mistress frees you from yourself, then you can relinquish the stress of being an individual and enjoy being property.” Callisto said her eye filling with joy, at the though of her old friend joining her in service to the Mistress.
Storm used every ounce of strength to try and break her bonds, to summon a storm to send a telepathic cry for help. But this only served to make the Mistress’s smile grow.
“That’s the spirit dear.” Mistress said her tone growing more condescending. “I hate it when my slaves beak so easily. Paradise, give her a warm welcome.”
Storms struggle only intensified as the woman advanced towards her. “Don’t be so afraid, I just want to make you happy.” Paradise said her fingers glowing a soft blue hew. “I am just a vessel that shall deliver the Mistress’s love.” With one swift motion she drove the talons into Storm’s scalp. “For the love she gives us is the love we repay to her.”
Storm had never felt such happiness in a single moment, every thing about her situation satisfied her on every level. The bonds that held her, the audience that watched her struggle, the sent of the latex brought joy she had never felt before.
“Paradise’s touch can induce pleasure in others” As the Mistress spoke Storm felt her bliss only increase which each syllable that slipped from her lips. “What you fell right now is just a taste of what my property feels, every hour of every day. Upon the completion of your training, you will crave my order’s my than your next breath.”
Her capture’s words only intensified Storm’s bliss, as her body was ravaged by pleasure she struggled to maintain her focus.
“There’s nothing wrong with enjoying yourself. If it makes you feel any better, you can experience your transition with someone your care for.” Mistress slowly removed her mask, a torrent of red hair tumbled down and her green eyes sparkled.
Storm’s blood ran cold as she was faced with Jean Grey. Regan’s physical body cracked a smile as she felt the mixture of disperse mixed bliss as her prey was faced with her dearest friend.
“This is going to be a very enlightening experience for the both of us.” Regan said her words mirrored by her psychic avatar.
“Jean” stepped forward and planted a deep passionate kiss on her first victim of the night. Storms mind melted as Paradise increased as her enjoyment until her pants were soaked with vaginal juices.
“Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life” Mistress said as Storm slipped in unconsciousness. “Take her to be suited, I have grand plans for this slave.”