A Taste of Turkish Delight

Posted on Tue Sep 24th, 2024 @ 1:25pm by Kennedy Kelly & Kitty Pryde & Charles Xavier & Shinobi Shaw & Emma Frost
Edited on on Tue Sep 24th, 2024 @ 1:34pm

Mission: Episode 5: Days of Fortune Past
Location: Hellfire Mansion
Timeline: November 3, 1990

As the security alarms went off inside the Inner Circle’s chambers Emma knew that was her cue to spring into action. She had sensed the presence of the X-Men as soon as they had arrived at the Gala but she had remained quiet, almost cooperative, with their infiltration. Her plotting turned towards her own survival since Shinobi had betrayed her. He had given away her title of White Queen to another, an act that she took personal offense towards. She glanced at Shinobi and realized he was no Sebastian, someone she could manipulate and seduce to her goals. This young pup was a wolf, and he happily bit the hand that fed him.

“They’re coming and they aren’t happy,” Emma said with a telepath’s intuition as she stood. “Let me take Kennedy so you can confront them. If it gets messy, you don’t want her to get hurt.”

He'd been enjoying having Kennedy draped around him and sitting in his lap. Then he scoffed, "They never are happy. And they'll regret breaking into the mansion and ruining the Gala." He looked at Kennedy and ran his hand through her hair. "Yes, she doesn't need to be here when they show up or for what comes afterwards."

Emma offered a hand to Kennedy, who had remained draped across Shinobi like an accessory. The teenager refused to take her hand until Shinobi nodded in approval. She was his living doll that only moved when he instructed her to.

“I will take her to your private quarters,” Emma replied as Kennedy stood and took her hand for guidance. “I’ll leave Kate with her, so when you’re done here she’ll be waiting for you.”

Without waiting for Shinobi’s final words, Emma departed with Kennedy in tow and headed down the dark corridors that led to their personal living spaces. None of the Inner Circle actually resided here, but the salons allowed for privacy before and after extravagant parties.

Away from the rest of the Inner Circle, Emma was free to seethe over everything that had happened. She had found Jace thanks to a bit of investigation and it was with her time, money, and intuition that he had claimed his birthright as Shinobi Shaw. And now he stripped her of her title in front of the Inner Circle without a second thought. It was humiliating.

As they entered the back bedroom, she looked back at Kennedy who remained silent and ghostlike in her white ball gown. Her head turned back towards the hallway they had walked through, her eyes lingering in the direction where Shinobi remained.

“Jesus, Jason did a number on you.” A moment of compassion from Emma as she reached out and turned Kennedy’s head forward. Emma examined her as they settled into the room. Kennedy was beautiful with her long, slender neck and heart-shaped lips. She saw the old money in her, the generational breeding and etiquette that created swan-like women filled with such serene elegance and grace. She had been like that once upon a time, until her father and life made her mean.

Suddenly Emma hated Kennedy once more, not for who she actually was, but for everything she reminded her of losing.

“If you are the White Queen, then you should dress the part.” Emma went for the zipper on the back of Kennedy’s gown.

Kennedy turned sharply and swatted her hand away. A moment of her true self and her protest, she didn’t want to be touched.

“Now, now…” Emma chided. “This is what Shinobi wants. It will make him happy.”

Those magic words and Jason’s illusions seemed to work on Kennedy and she became meek again.

Emma continued to undress her. The bustier and panties Kennedy wore under her gown were the same snow white as her gown. “You really listened to the assignment when your invitation said to come dressed in white. Good Girl.”

Emma picked up the discarded gown and draped it over her arm before she looked at Kennedy once more. The young blonde shivered in the cold bedroom, her underthings too small and thin to provide her any warmth. Kennedy hugged her body as her eyes returned to the door, waiting for Shinobi to step through it.

Emma snorted in irritation over the guilt she suddenly felt. She could end all of this with a snap of her fingers, shake Kennedy free of this manipulation and let her escape during the chaos of the attack.

But Emma was very good at gambling and hedging her bets—while her time with the Hellfire Club was over, she knew not to burn all the bridges down. If Shinobi was successful, or merely survived this attack, he would come looking for Kennedy. Making herself the reason for her escape would create even more trouble for Emma, trouble she didn’t care to deal with. So she would leave the girl to Jason’s manipulations and Shinobi would have his beautiful White Queen by his side.

“Here.” Emma stepped away and returned with a white ermine fur coat. “I never liked this one anyways.”

Kennedy cluelessly stared down at the fur as it was thrust into her hands. She seemed lost in reality and unsure of what she should and shouldn’t do.

“Shinobi wants you to put that on and lay down on the bed.” Emma rolled her eyes at the stupid game of ‘mother may I’ she had to play with Kennedy. She walked over and turned on the electric fireplace in the bedroom, it provided some warmth as well as light.

Kennedy had followed Emma’s instructions, now posed and reclined across the bed in white lace and fur. She looked like a sex kitten from a centerfold.

“Well, if that doesn’t make Shinobi happy, I don’t know what will.” Emma turned to leave and as she did a young woman with curly brown hair phased through the wall.

“You called me, Ms. Frost.” The woman seemed eager to please Emma as she met her side.

“Yes, Kate.” Emma handed her Kennedy’s discarded dress. “Keep an eye on the new White Queen. Keep her safe until the Lord Imperial has finished with his work. Once done, meet me at my Connecticut home.”

“What?” Kate looked over at Kennedy with a shocked look of disbelief. “Seriously?”

“As a heart attack,” Emma said with deadpan delivery. “But play nice with Shinobi, I have a feeling things are going to heat up around here.”

“Yes, Ms. Frost,” Kate formally replied but that professional tone faded. “Emma… are you alright?”

“No, Kate…” Emma didn’t bother to look back at Kennedy, her focus was on her departure before the violence began. “But I will be.”