What if... Storm became Masque's ?

DISCLAIMER: Non of the characters are mine. For better understanding read comics X-Treme X-Men (2001) Issue #36-39 (Storm: The Arena) <3 Thanks for understanding and enjoy <3

Storm was defeated. She fought and lost against hideous, tentacle-armed, transformed Callisto. ,,Was it worth it Callisto? Transforming yourself so... just to settle a score with me?... Cal? Callisto?" Storm realized that Callisto was under control of someone. "This is wrong. There's no animation to Cal's spirit? If Cal is under someone's control, her victory is illegal! I've got to warn..." she thought to herself. All of sudden, mysterious person came out of shadows. She tried to struggle. "Tut, tut, tut, Storm darling. Musn't spoil the ceremony! You know how it is with me--it isn't how plays the game, it's whether or not you win." Appearance of woman was already visible. "Me, I love to win. As for transforming dear Callisto's appearance--isn't she just so dropdead gorgeous? My idea all the way." It was Masque! She managed to change herself from ugly bastard man to beautiful blondie. And she wasn't alone. She got 3 bodyguards. Big macho wrestler, guy covered with something like latex gas mask and he was holding whip and lastly, girl in latex BDSM suit with shaved eyebrows and extra long, claw-like nails. "Because--and you were oh-so-right in that regard--this is totally about settling scores. With her. And especially, X-Man, with you. This is going to be so much FUN!" She came to Storm, placed her hands on her face and said "Want a demonstration? 'Course you do." and started using her powers, transforming Storm into some hideous creature. "Flesh for me is clay, remember? To be reshaped as I see fit." Continued while transforming her more and more. Her mouth turned into something resembling dragon's-dinosaur's snout. Her teeth became sharp, her skin turned red and scales emerged at her back. She dropped on the floor, not looking like Ororo anymore. Now, Storm was looking like some dinosaur-hybrid mutant. "Much better, don't you think?" Masque asked. "So--who's next?" asked again, then turned her sight on Koga. "I must say, Koga, I see precious few players in your Arena worth keeping. The rest we'll sell as slaves." she said. Koga in horror in her eyes screamed "That wasn't the deal!" Masque imediatly reacted "Excuse me? Paradise (name of the girl with no eyebrows and sharp nails), administer the lesson." Paradise stabbed Koga with her nails, replacing the pain with **** pleasure. "In the Arena, Koga, there are no rules. My gals win, I rule." said Masque, giving signal to take Koga away.