Literally Pirateninja (shadowcat) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-06-25 09:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !trigger warning, emma frost (white queen), kitty pryde (shadowcat) |
Just be careful getting yet another delicate flower for a friend.
Who: Kitty and Emma and NPCs
What: Emma takes Kitty to a..bondage club of sorts, then they get jumped outside
When: Monday night
Where: Places
Rating: PG-13 for mentions of bondagy things and violence
Status: complete
triggers: attempted kidnappings and minor violence. Also sewage.
The sound of leather impacting on flesh was really amazing, Emma decided. The club was a little thing, but it made the noises seem louder, more immediate. She was sitting on a vinyl couch against one wall of the communal playroom, a bottle of water in her hand. Two couples were currently playing, and it was a pleasure to watch them both.
In deference to the dress code Emma was wearing a white leather bra and the pants and boots that came with her latest costume. It was only marginally more dignified than if she’d just come in the pasties, and she’d left the posture collar behind as well.
Kitty thought this could be a fun distraction. Not as fun as it could have been with Alicia, but she was trying not to think about that right now. She shifted on the couch, feeling flustered and not a little turned on. "Jesus, this place..."
Emma nodded. “It’s amazing, isn’t it?” She was definitely turned on, but even more she felt. . . connected, in a strange way, to the participants. It was all very intense. The sound of laughter and yelps made her heart race in her chest. “I didn’t expect anything like this.” Doing things at home with Scott was one thing, but this was a completely other thing entirely.
“Definitely not like porn,” Kitty mused, shifting again. It was a little bit healing, too, though she wasn’t going to admit that. At least she could get turned on without freaking out or something. She’d been worried about after the torture, if stuff like this would suck or not.
Emma squeezed her knee. “I told you this would be fun. Oh, look at that.” She nudged Kitty and motioned toward one couple as the dom pulled out a new implement. She couldn’t mask the gleeful look on her face as the sub laughed and jumped while being swatted with the cane.
Kitty fought back a wince. But the sub seemed to be enjoying it and everyone's body language was relaxed. She let that relax her. They wanted to be here. Kitty just wasn't sure which she'd like doing more. She liked being tied up, and ballgags, but being the one in control? Was nice.
"I don't know where to look more!"
Emma laughed. “I know that feeling.” She smiled at Kitty. “Thank you for coming out with me. I thought we could do something a little more interesting than see a movie or have dessert tonight.” Truthfully Emma needed to get her mind off of what had happened with Dani, and the worry about how things would shake out on that front. She didn’t want to keep the house, but she didn’t want to move, either.
“Beats the hell out of a movie. And it’s kind of dessert.” She flushed a bit. She had her own things on her mind from the weekend.
Emma laughed at that. “Yes, but if this dessert goes straight to your hips I don’t think you’ll mind as much.” She winked at Kitty playfully.
She actually chortled, then covered her mouth and cleared her throat. “Made a friend this weekend who convinced me to indulge in ice cream for breakfast, and so that was funnier than you intended.”
“Oh? Do you want me to pretend to kidnap this one so you can know if she’s a coward before you get attached?” Emma’s tone was teasing, but she’d probably do it. If Kitty was here and enjoying this she’d need a lover who could embrace these things as well.
"Uh..first off she needs a gentle hand. She's kinda lonely, but she's adventurous and let me jump her off of things on my bike, and secondly," Kitty squinted at Emma. "She's just a friend. That's it."
Though now she was picturing her new friend gagged and bound and shivered.
“Just be careful getting yet another delicate flower for a friend. I have enough people thinking I’m a bitch because I encourage them to examine their life situation and honestly evaluate it.” Ok, so she had been a bitch to Velma, but she thought her points were still worth arguing. “What’s her name?”
"Rikku. She actually reminds me more of Jubilee than anyone. Less...crazypants maybe." Kitty said, still a little suspicious. "And Alicia wasn't a delicate flower. At least she hadn't seemed like it."
Emma shrugged. “I guess you don’t really know what you’re made of, or what anyone else is made of, until you put it to the test.”
“I’m tired of being tested. I’m tired of my friends being tested. I’m just so fucking tired” She growled, and turned back to watching the show.
“I’m sorry that it’s like this, but that is how our lives are going to be. If there’s anything to learn from the dreams it’s that peace is worth fighting for, but also impossible to acquire and maintain.” She was beginning to think that it was against human (and mutant) nature entirely. “I do hope nothing happens to her, or anyone else.”
“I think I might go all dark side if it keeps happening,” Kitty admitted. What she didn’t admit was that she had gotten damn, terrifyingly close to it recently.
Emma eyed Kitty and nodded. “Your life has been particularly troublesome. I’d offer a solution if I had one.” She sighed and stood. “I’m not in the mood for this anymore, would you like to get a breath of fresh air with me?” Remembering the real victims of torture she’d seen, including Kitty, it made the whole bondage club seem tawdry and dull. She’d seen real pain, and it didn’t leave even the most dedicated masochist giggling and shrieking.
Kitty had been starting to feel the same way. “Yeah, fresh air sounds good. This..helps actually. A whole lot, but … yeah.” She got to her feet, and stretched.
Emma nodded, putting her arm around Kitty. She might talk like a bitch, but she truly did care for and about people. The cool night air felt nice against her skin, and she sighed softly. She wondered if Nate was home from his day out, yet. She texted Scott to ask and tucked her phone back into her pocket. “I’m glad I can help, and I’ve been curious about this for some time.” She wasn’t sure what to make of it all, really.
She nodded her head, and leaned into Emma’s grip. This was so bizarre, considering their relationship in the dreams. But she liked it. “Thanks. I have an idea of what I’d like and what I wouldn’t. I might be a light bondage kind of girl.”
Emma chuckled. “What, no tazers for you? No public humiliation?” She hugged Kitty for a moment. “I think that our group gets banged around too much already without anyone adding to it. Let those who don’t suffer the threat of pain as a matter of course enjoy it recreationally.” She waved her hand dismissively toward the door of the club.
“Yeah. I’ll keep my public stuff to the occasional bathroom shag.” Kitty smirked. There was a pub in London with a framed do not disturb sign....
Emma snorted. “I think the most public place I’ve ever had sex is a nearly empty movie theater.” She headed toward her car, which was next to Kitty’s. “It wasn’t even real sex, It was more like hurried mutual masturbation.” Ah, the joys of being a teenager. She was glad to be older, but also glad she still had the urge to break a few rules now and then.
She frowned as she heard three people leaving the club. One was a woman and they were fighting. At first Emma brushed it off as nothing, but the woman yelled for help. She sighed, leaning against her car. She brushed against their minds, to see what they were thinking.
“Oh that sounds hot,” Kitty mused. Okay, Scott was handsome and Emma was hot. She wondered what the worse place Logan ever had sex was. And then she was dashed. She supposed that Scott would never do such a thing.
“What’s going on?” She rolled her shoulders to limber up.
The woman’s mind was paniced, but it was almost too forced.
Emma made a face. “I’m not sure. Not what appears to be happening, that much is certain.” She shrugged. “But we can’t let whatever this is continue, we’ll worry about it all week.” She straightened again and made her way over to the three who were now actively fighting. The two men appeared to be ganging up on the woman, and they were acting drunk but the club served no alcohol. She wondered whose benefit the show was for, it could easily be another staged scene like the ones inside.
“At least it’s better than those stupid homophobes.” Kitty tilted her head. “You think it’s an act, or something spilling out from across the street?”
“An act.” She said with a sigh. “But I’m not sure.” She was close enough now to intervene. She hoped this would go better than the homophobes. She grabbed on man’s arm, tugging him away. “Leave the woman alone.”
Kitty moved on the other one, grabbing his arm. “She doesn’t look like she’s having fun.”
Physical contact made telepathy easier, and Emma gasped when she saw what was going on. She attacked the men and woman, pouring her memories of fear and pain into them. “It’s a trap. Run Kitty.” She turned and bolted for her car, intensifying the psychic assault on the attackers they were able to see. Their screams and pleas made her shudder, but all that was forgotten when five more men stepped out of cars. She barely had time to drop her telepathic attack before she had a dart sticking out of her neck. The screaming stopped. She looked over at Kitty, to see if she had also been affected.
Kitty got in one good punch before she bolted after Emma. She skidded to the side as she saw the dart hit Emma, but several passed harmlessly through her, before she grabbed the telepath and tugged her below ground.
They splashed into something that smelled rotten.
Emma couldn’t help it when her stomach rebelled. Her digestive system was still a little wobbly. She tried to throw up as quickly as possible, but each inhalation made her want to gag more. “I don’t have my powers, they’re kidnapping mutants for. . . something. There were at least ten of them, and they expected resistance.” She shook, taking shallow breaths. “We need to go.” She pulled her phone out and tried to call Scott.
There was no signal underground, but Kitty moved swiftly - and dragged them along above the water line, as best she could. “We need to find a place where we can emerge without being seen.”
Emma nodded, following Kitty as she tried to think of a plan. Eventually she stopped, and tugged Kitty to a stop as well. “Let them capture me.” She couldn’t run very well, her hips were already being affected by the baby. She’d just slow Kitty down, and she could be of use if she got captured. “I have a plan, and it requires you to escape and me not to. I don’t want to hear anything but a better suggestion if you have one, otherwise just shut up and do what I say.”
"What? No way. I'm not letting you get captured! For one thing, Scott will kill me!" And then there was the baby, there was no telling what could happen to it. "Let me get captured instead."
Emma shook her head. “What did I say? No, I can’t run well, you can’t broadcast your position, it doesn’t work that way. Scott will be highly motivated to find me, so he’ll wait to kill you until afterward, at which point he’ll likely be more pissed off at me instead. Do what I said, and do it quickly before more of them come and make it impossible for you to escape.”
Kitty grit her teeth, and balled up her fists. "We don't know what they want. I can take us a few blocks and..." She looked at the side of the pipe. And there was no telling how thick it was and if she wouldn't lose steam and get them killed.
There was also no telling how many of them were in the area, or what other weapons they had at their disposal. “They don’t want me dead, that much is clear. They want us alive, and relatively unharmed. It’s risky, but I don’t have a better plan, and clearly you don’t either.
“God damn it. Okay, I think there’s an alleyway right above us, I’ll get you up there, then come back down here.” Fuck, fuck fuck fuck. “Maybe we can signal the Blackbird, then leave together..”
“I’m going to try to do that, yes.” She took a deep breath and tried not to throw up again. “I’ll keep my phone on me as long as possible, try to track it. If Nate’s available this will all be over in an hour. If they have him, God help them.” She took Kitty’s hand again. “Be safe.”
Kitty leaned up and kissed Emma on the cheek. She took a breath, then said. “I can probably phase that gps into your arm. It’ll hurt like hell, but Faiza can remove it when it’s all over.”
The kiss was reassuring, and Emma squeezed her in a one armed hug. Kitty’s suggestion made Emma blink. After a moment she nodded and extended her arm. “Good thinking.” This was going to suck. She decided not to dwell on it. “I’ll try to avoid being drugged again, so I can signal telepathically and hopefully cause a little bit of mayhem. If I can’t, this is the next best thing.”
Kitty removed the chip from the phone, then stuck it into Emma’s arm. She tried to get it into a position that would hurt the least, and also be hard to detect.
It didn’t hurt until Kitty let go. Emma hissed softly, then took a deep breath. “Okay, we need to go now. Good luck.”
“Hold on to your pretty ass.” Kitty muttered, then phased them up to the surface. Game night with Gaz was probably out, but she’d make it up to Gaz with some serious kicking of ass.
They were alone when they got to the surface, and the smell of the air made Emma want to weep with relief. She kept herself together, looking around to get reoriented. “Split up, I guess.” Maybe they could both escape after all. That would be wonderful. She much preferred the option where she got to escape.
“Just go carefully.” Kitty looked at Emma, her face etched with resigned sadness. After all this was over, maybe she should just move away, like Alicia did. Go back to Chicago.
Emma squeezed her shoulder. “If I can get to my car I’ll meet you at your place. Have Faiza there, I’ll need to be able to use Cerebra ASAP.” She glanced down at her ruined phone. “I guess I can’t call Scott.” That truly made her sad.
“I’ll call him. Now move!” And Kitty started jogging away.
“More like waddle.” Emma huffed. She was seriously beginning to rethink her intention to have more than one child. It was better than thinking about what she’d run into when she got to her car.
The sound of leather impacting on flesh was really amazing, Emma decided. The club was a little thing, but it made the noises seem louder, more immediate. She was sitting on a vinyl couch against one wall of the communal playroom, a bottle of water in her hand. Two couples were currently playing, and it was a pleasure to watch them both.
In deference to the dress code Emma was wearing a white leather bra and the pants and boots that came with her latest costume. It was only marginally more dignified than if she’d just come in the pasties, and she’d left the posture collar behind as well.
Kitty thought this could be a fun distraction. Not as fun as it could have been with Alicia, but she was trying not to think about that right now. She shifted on the couch, feeling flustered and not a little turned on. "Jesus, this place..."
Emma nodded. “It’s amazing, isn’t it?” She was definitely turned on, but even more she felt. . . connected, in a strange way, to the participants. It was all very intense. The sound of laughter and yelps made her heart race in her chest. “I didn’t expect anything like this.” Doing things at home with Scott was one thing, but this was a completely other thing entirely.
“Definitely not like porn,” Kitty mused, shifting again. It was a little bit healing, too, though she wasn’t going to admit that. At least she could get turned on without freaking out or something. She’d been worried about after the torture, if stuff like this would suck or not.
Emma squeezed her knee. “I told you this would be fun. Oh, look at that.” She nudged Kitty and motioned toward one couple as the dom pulled out a new implement. She couldn’t mask the gleeful look on her face as the sub laughed and jumped while being swatted with the cane.
Kitty fought back a wince. But the sub seemed to be enjoying it and everyone's body language was relaxed. She let that relax her. They wanted to be here. Kitty just wasn't sure which she'd like doing more. She liked being tied up, and ballgags, but being the one in control? Was nice.
"I don't know where to look more!"
Emma laughed. “I know that feeling.” She smiled at Kitty. “Thank you for coming out with me. I thought we could do something a little more interesting than see a movie or have dessert tonight.” Truthfully Emma needed to get her mind off of what had happened with Dani, and the worry about how things would shake out on that front. She didn’t want to keep the house, but she didn’t want to move, either.
“Beats the hell out of a movie. And it’s kind of dessert.” She flushed a bit. She had her own things on her mind from the weekend.
Emma laughed at that. “Yes, but if this dessert goes straight to your hips I don’t think you’ll mind as much.” She winked at Kitty playfully.
She actually chortled, then covered her mouth and cleared her throat. “Made a friend this weekend who convinced me to indulge in ice cream for breakfast, and so that was funnier than you intended.”
“Oh? Do you want me to pretend to kidnap this one so you can know if she’s a coward before you get attached?” Emma’s tone was teasing, but she’d probably do it. If Kitty was here and enjoying this she’d need a lover who could embrace these things as well.
"Uh..first off she needs a gentle hand. She's kinda lonely, but she's adventurous and let me jump her off of things on my bike, and secondly," Kitty squinted at Emma. "She's just a friend. That's it."
Though now she was picturing her new friend gagged and bound and shivered.
“Just be careful getting yet another delicate flower for a friend. I have enough people thinking I’m a bitch because I encourage them to examine their life situation and honestly evaluate it.” Ok, so she had been a bitch to Velma, but she thought her points were still worth arguing. “What’s her name?”
"Rikku. She actually reminds me more of Jubilee than anyone. Less...crazypants maybe." Kitty said, still a little suspicious. "And Alicia wasn't a delicate flower. At least she hadn't seemed like it."
Emma shrugged. “I guess you don’t really know what you’re made of, or what anyone else is made of, until you put it to the test.”
“I’m tired of being tested. I’m tired of my friends being tested. I’m just so fucking tired” She growled, and turned back to watching the show.
“I’m sorry that it’s like this, but that is how our lives are going to be. If there’s anything to learn from the dreams it’s that peace is worth fighting for, but also impossible to acquire and maintain.” She was beginning to think that it was against human (and mutant) nature entirely. “I do hope nothing happens to her, or anyone else.”
“I think I might go all dark side if it keeps happening,” Kitty admitted. What she didn’t admit was that she had gotten damn, terrifyingly close to it recently.
Emma eyed Kitty and nodded. “Your life has been particularly troublesome. I’d offer a solution if I had one.” She sighed and stood. “I’m not in the mood for this anymore, would you like to get a breath of fresh air with me?” Remembering the real victims of torture she’d seen, including Kitty, it made the whole bondage club seem tawdry and dull. She’d seen real pain, and it didn’t leave even the most dedicated masochist giggling and shrieking.
Kitty had been starting to feel the same way. “Yeah, fresh air sounds good. This..helps actually. A whole lot, but … yeah.” She got to her feet, and stretched.
Emma nodded, putting her arm around Kitty. She might talk like a bitch, but she truly did care for and about people. The cool night air felt nice against her skin, and she sighed softly. She wondered if Nate was home from his day out, yet. She texted Scott to ask and tucked her phone back into her pocket. “I’m glad I can help, and I’ve been curious about this for some time.” She wasn’t sure what to make of it all, really.
She nodded her head, and leaned into Emma’s grip. This was so bizarre, considering their relationship in the dreams. But she liked it. “Thanks. I have an idea of what I’d like and what I wouldn’t. I might be a light bondage kind of girl.”
Emma chuckled. “What, no tazers for you? No public humiliation?” She hugged Kitty for a moment. “I think that our group gets banged around too much already without anyone adding to it. Let those who don’t suffer the threat of pain as a matter of course enjoy it recreationally.” She waved her hand dismissively toward the door of the club.
“Yeah. I’ll keep my public stuff to the occasional bathroom shag.” Kitty smirked. There was a pub in London with a framed do not disturb sign....
Emma snorted. “I think the most public place I’ve ever had sex is a nearly empty movie theater.” She headed toward her car, which was next to Kitty’s. “It wasn’t even real sex, It was more like hurried mutual masturbation.” Ah, the joys of being a teenager. She was glad to be older, but also glad she still had the urge to break a few rules now and then.
She frowned as she heard three people leaving the club. One was a woman and they were fighting. At first Emma brushed it off as nothing, but the woman yelled for help. She sighed, leaning against her car. She brushed against their minds, to see what they were thinking.
“Oh that sounds hot,” Kitty mused. Okay, Scott was handsome and Emma was hot. She wondered what the worse place Logan ever had sex was. And then she was dashed. She supposed that Scott would never do such a thing.
“What’s going on?” She rolled her shoulders to limber up.
The woman’s mind was paniced, but it was almost too forced.
Emma made a face. “I’m not sure. Not what appears to be happening, that much is certain.” She shrugged. “But we can’t let whatever this is continue, we’ll worry about it all week.” She straightened again and made her way over to the three who were now actively fighting. The two men appeared to be ganging up on the woman, and they were acting drunk but the club served no alcohol. She wondered whose benefit the show was for, it could easily be another staged scene like the ones inside.
“At least it’s better than those stupid homophobes.” Kitty tilted her head. “You think it’s an act, or something spilling out from across the street?”
“An act.” She said with a sigh. “But I’m not sure.” She was close enough now to intervene. She hoped this would go better than the homophobes. She grabbed on man’s arm, tugging him away. “Leave the woman alone.”
Kitty moved on the other one, grabbing his arm. “She doesn’t look like she’s having fun.”
Physical contact made telepathy easier, and Emma gasped when she saw what was going on. She attacked the men and woman, pouring her memories of fear and pain into them. “It’s a trap. Run Kitty.” She turned and bolted for her car, intensifying the psychic assault on the attackers they were able to see. Their screams and pleas made her shudder, but all that was forgotten when five more men stepped out of cars. She barely had time to drop her telepathic attack before she had a dart sticking out of her neck. The screaming stopped. She looked over at Kitty, to see if she had also been affected.
Kitty got in one good punch before she bolted after Emma. She skidded to the side as she saw the dart hit Emma, but several passed harmlessly through her, before she grabbed the telepath and tugged her below ground.
They splashed into something that smelled rotten.
Emma couldn’t help it when her stomach rebelled. Her digestive system was still a little wobbly. She tried to throw up as quickly as possible, but each inhalation made her want to gag more. “I don’t have my powers, they’re kidnapping mutants for. . . something. There were at least ten of them, and they expected resistance.” She shook, taking shallow breaths. “We need to go.” She pulled her phone out and tried to call Scott.
There was no signal underground, but Kitty moved swiftly - and dragged them along above the water line, as best she could. “We need to find a place where we can emerge without being seen.”
Emma nodded, following Kitty as she tried to think of a plan. Eventually she stopped, and tugged Kitty to a stop as well. “Let them capture me.” She couldn’t run very well, her hips were already being affected by the baby. She’d just slow Kitty down, and she could be of use if she got captured. “I have a plan, and it requires you to escape and me not to. I don’t want to hear anything but a better suggestion if you have one, otherwise just shut up and do what I say.”
"What? No way. I'm not letting you get captured! For one thing, Scott will kill me!" And then there was the baby, there was no telling what could happen to it. "Let me get captured instead."
Emma shook her head. “What did I say? No, I can’t run well, you can’t broadcast your position, it doesn’t work that way. Scott will be highly motivated to find me, so he’ll wait to kill you until afterward, at which point he’ll likely be more pissed off at me instead. Do what I said, and do it quickly before more of them come and make it impossible for you to escape.”
Kitty grit her teeth, and balled up her fists. "We don't know what they want. I can take us a few blocks and..." She looked at the side of the pipe. And there was no telling how thick it was and if she wouldn't lose steam and get them killed.
There was also no telling how many of them were in the area, or what other weapons they had at their disposal. “They don’t want me dead, that much is clear. They want us alive, and relatively unharmed. It’s risky, but I don’t have a better plan, and clearly you don’t either.
“God damn it. Okay, I think there’s an alleyway right above us, I’ll get you up there, then come back down here.” Fuck, fuck fuck fuck. “Maybe we can signal the Blackbird, then leave together..”
“I’m going to try to do that, yes.” She took a deep breath and tried not to throw up again. “I’ll keep my phone on me as long as possible, try to track it. If Nate’s available this will all be over in an hour. If they have him, God help them.” She took Kitty’s hand again. “Be safe.”
Kitty leaned up and kissed Emma on the cheek. She took a breath, then said. “I can probably phase that gps into your arm. It’ll hurt like hell, but Faiza can remove it when it’s all over.”
The kiss was reassuring, and Emma squeezed her in a one armed hug. Kitty’s suggestion made Emma blink. After a moment she nodded and extended her arm. “Good thinking.” This was going to suck. She decided not to dwell on it. “I’ll try to avoid being drugged again, so I can signal telepathically and hopefully cause a little bit of mayhem. If I can’t, this is the next best thing.”
Kitty removed the chip from the phone, then stuck it into Emma’s arm. She tried to get it into a position that would hurt the least, and also be hard to detect.
It didn’t hurt until Kitty let go. Emma hissed softly, then took a deep breath. “Okay, we need to go now. Good luck.”
“Hold on to your pretty ass.” Kitty muttered, then phased them up to the surface. Game night with Gaz was probably out, but she’d make it up to Gaz with some serious kicking of ass.
They were alone when they got to the surface, and the smell of the air made Emma want to weep with relief. She kept herself together, looking around to get reoriented. “Split up, I guess.” Maybe they could both escape after all. That would be wonderful. She much preferred the option where she got to escape.
“Just go carefully.” Kitty looked at Emma, her face etched with resigned sadness. After all this was over, maybe she should just move away, like Alicia did. Go back to Chicago.
Emma squeezed her shoulder. “If I can get to my car I’ll meet you at your place. Have Faiza there, I’ll need to be able to use Cerebra ASAP.” She glanced down at her ruined phone. “I guess I can’t call Scott.” That truly made her sad.
“I’ll call him. Now move!” And Kitty started jogging away.
“More like waddle.” Emma huffed. She was seriously beginning to rethink her intention to have more than one child. It was better than thinking about what she’d run into when she got to her car.