DARK PHOENIX: MIND GAMES

Jean Grey gasped for air as she humped the fat trucker lying prone beneath her. The young woman's long red-gold hair lay splayed across her glistening back like a fiery cloak, the thick locks dripping with perspiration. The unshaven trucker grasped and squeezed Jean's perfect tits crudely, while Jean supported herself with her hands pressed against her john's flabby chest. She felt the man's thick cock in her pussy, ramming deep into her warm belly. Jean tilted her face upwards, panting with each thrust of her crotch. The trucker moved his hands from Jean's bobbing breasts to her tight ass, squeezing her curvaceous buttocks. He pried her ass cheeks apart, which spread the lips of her labia wider for his throbbing pole. Jean pumped her hips back and forth until her client groaned and shot his load into her cunt. Jean climbed off the panting fat man, wiping his sticky white cum from her pussy lips.

"You're one damn good fuck!" wheezed the trucker before he staggered out of bed to put on his filthy clothes.

"Thanks," murmured Jean, taking a liquor bottle from the night table and sucking down a large gulp. The warm liquor burned the taste of semen from Jean's mouth, then it slid down to her belly, loosening the tight knot in her stomach.

Slapping Jean's bare ass playfully, the trucker left the hotel room, swaggering proudly. Jean glanced at the disheveled, sweat-soaked sheets, then collapsed into a nearby chair. She drank deeply from the bottle again, until her brain became numb and her vision blurred.

"So this is how the better half lives," remarked a feminine voice from the shadows.

Jean shot up to her feet before falling ungracefully back down. She held onto one of the chair's arms for support, searching the darkened room with her glazed green eyes. A female shape emerged from a corner of the room, dressed in a white brazier, g-string panties, high leather boots, and a flowing white fur-lined cloak. The woman ran a white-gloved hand through her short pale blonde hair, grinning sardonically at the naked girl before her.

"Emma Frost," growled Jean, reclining back into her chair. "What do you want?"

"Feeling a bit powerless, are we?" observed Emma, walking slowly to the far side of the bed.

"Haven't you scanned me yet?"

"I have, and imagine my surprise when I slipped into your thoughts without any trouble at all. Your mind should be a fortress if you still wielded the Power Cosmic."

"It's gone. I lost it," admitted Jean, gulping from her bottle again.

"Your dark side cast you off like a cheap coat and went away to better hunting grounds, what a shame!" mocked Emma, hands resting on shapely hips.

"Is there a point to your visit, or are you just going to torment me?" shouted Jean angrily.

"Touchy, aren't we?" tisked Emma reproachfully. "I came to offer you hope."

"Hope?" snorted Jean scornfully, gesturing at her surroundings, "what hope do you see here?"

"It lies within your mind. A portion of your power still exists, not the Power Cosmic, but the mutant ability you possessed before your transformation. I can free it for you."

"Why would you help me?"

"A great cataclysm is approaching. Soon I will be the only mutant power on Earth, but I'll need a partner, someone to help me keep the mundanes in line. You could be my right hand."

"You're insane," muttered Jean, emptying her bottle.

"Then why don't you join me, unless you prefer fucking fat slobs for fifty bucks a pop," retorted Emma sharply.

Jean jumped to her feet, facing Emma from across the bed. She glared hatefully at the blonde woman, causing Emma to smile.

"Yes, embrace your hatred. Together we will rule this planet. We'll pit armies against each other like chess pieces. We'll take our due of pain, and wash our hands in blood! Join me, Black Queen!"

Jean jerked away from Emma, who now stood next to her left arm, her breath hot on the naked girl's neck.

"That's not my name anymore," whispered Jean.

"But inside it is nevertheless who you are!" exclaimed the White Queen before she disappeared into the shadows again.

Jean searched the corner where Emma had stood, but she knew that she would find nothing, the White Queen had clouded her mind with her telepathic powers. The naked girl sat heavily on the edge of her bed, pressing her hands against her face, crying painfully with loss.

Jean left the hotel room the next morning, only to find two white vans sitting in the parking lot waiting for her. The side doors of the vans slid open, disgorging blue-suited mercenaries in featureless white masks. Two troopers grabbed each of Jean's arms, dragging her towards one of the waiting vans. When Jean tried to scream, one soldier stabbed a needle into her arm, injecting something into her body. Jean became disoriented, her vision swam and her limbs grew limp as she was herded into the back of a van and driven away.

Elizabeth Braddock stood in the crowded waiting room of the airport until a black woman with long silver hair walked up to her.

"Finally! I thought I'd be waiting forever!" smiled Elizabeth.

"I was delayed. We don't have much time."

Elizabeth frowned, following Storm to a waiting limousine. When the two women had climbed in, the car shot off into the airport's tangled traffic.

"Cerebro detected a mutant presence near the last documented sighting of Dark Phoenix. We haven't been able to find Jean for several days, and Scott believes that you might have better luck finding her."

"Whose signature was detected by Cerebro?"

"The White Queen. Jean had an encounter with her before the whole business with the Hellfire Club started. If the White Queen is in the area, she's probably looking for Jean too, for who knows what horrible reason."

"I see," replied Elizabeth softly. "I'll do my best."

"We'll go to the Mansion briefly to give you whatever you need for your search, then you can take a car and start looking for Jean."

"I'll find her," promised Elizabeth confidently.

Jean's head cleared slowly as she opened her eyes. She glanced down at her naked body, then turned her head to take in the steel manacles that held her arms out and apart. She was bound to a metal x-frame within a large, well-equipped laboratory. Red-gold hair fell across her breasts, giving her a small degree of modesty from the masked technicians who operated consoles from a booth across from her on the far side of the room. The White Queen stood behind the technicians, smiling maliciously at her captured victim.

"What level should we start from?" asked the head operator.

"Level three I think," replied Emma.

A metal circlet slid from behind Jean's head and clicked shut across her brow. Two thick pincers closed on either side of Jean's neck, holding her head in place. Jean's breasts heaved violently, she gasped desperately for breath. The shock came from nowhere, making Jean writhe in her bonds.

"I don't do this for pleasure, although it is rather enjoyable to watch," chuckled the White Queen huskily. "The pain will break the inhibitor blocks you've unconsciously placed around your powers. When the blocks are destroyed, you'll be whole again. It will go faster if you don't resist."

Jean screamed defiantly at the White Queen until the shock came again, stronger this time. Tears slid down Jean's cheeks as she endured shock after agonizing shock. She sobbed weakly, her arms limp in her confining wrist bonds.

"Activate the probe," ordered Emma with a gleam of relish in her eyes.

A metallic shaft of metal rolled forward, straight for Jean's pussy. Jean stared at it in horror, helpless as it pressed softly against the lips of her cunt. Without warning, the shaft began pumping back and forth, shoving deep into Jean's vagina. Jean shouted in denial, her pussy aching as the unforgiving pole shifted in and out of her cunt.

"Put it on automatic and leave," commanded the White Queen.

The technicians complied, leaving the booth to perform other duties. Emma waited for the hirelings to leave, then untied her white brazier. Bare-breasted, the White Queen licked her red lips as she left the booth and walked to the frame that held Jean. The naked girl gasped softly, her lips trembling as the metal probe rammed mechanically into her pussy. Gentle shocks made Jean jerk in her restraints, pain mixing with sensual pleasure.

"You look so beautiful," murmured the White Queen, cupping Jean's left tit, caressing it with her gloved hand. She leaned forward to lick Jean's nipple, biting it until it quivered with arousal. Emma ran her tongue across the firm mound of flesh, circling the pink bud with a trail of saliva.

"Please…stop," begged Jean, fresh tears forming in her eyes.

"I want you to be with me, I want my Black Queen," whispered Emma into Jean's ear before she inserted her tongue inside. Jean moaned softly, her pussy becoming wet.

"Your skin is becoming hot," purred Emma, kissing Jean briefly on the mouth, then moving to the girl's right breast.

Jean's thighs began to loosen, her cunt started to tremble with lust. The shocks to Jean's brain faded away, only the loud grinding of the metal shaft assaulted Jean's senses. The pole shoved deeply into her womb, it filled her clenching vagina, rubbing her tunnel's pink walls until they were slick with her juices. The White Queen sucked firmly on Jean's heaving breasts, devouring the soft orbs with her sensual mouth. When Emma sensed Jean about to climax, she took off her right glove and laid her hand upon Jean's moist brow.

"Release your power!" ordered Emma, sending a powerful psi-bolt into Jean's mind.

Jean screamed in agony, her brain on fire from the mental blast.

Driving through southern New York state, Elizabeth Braddock veered off the road as a spike of pain rammed into her mind. She slid the car to a stop, breathing heavily. Elizabeth heard the mental scream that roared across the countryside heralding the birth of a telepath--a strong telepath.

The metal shaft ground to a halt. Emma unfastened the frame's metal restraints, catching Jean as she fell limply from her bonds. Jean leaned against Emma heavily for several moments, then straightened up on her own two feet.

"Are you alright?" inquired the White Queen.

"Aye, I am very well, indeed," smiled the Black Queen, her green eyes smoldering with lust.

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Jean Grey stood before a full-length mirror, pulling a black silk glove up to her right elbow.

She looked into the polished glass, gazing at the black bustier that adorned her torso, black panties, and black knee boots. The choke collar around her neck felt tight and constraining, as did her red hair, which was bound up in a severe bun over her head. Jean touched the black beauty mark on the left side of her red-painted mouth. She stared into the cold, piercing green eyes until the Black Queen emerged to take control. She smiled coldly at herself, placing her left hand on her hip to admire her new attire.

"You look much better, my dear," complimented Emma Frost as she offered Jean a glass of wine.

Jean acknowledged the remark with a nod, accepting the wine and taking a deep swallow. "Now that we're partners, what is your great plan for world domination?"

"You'll find out soon enough. We must wait for someone to arrive first."

"Sebastian Shaw?" smirked Jean.

"How did you know?"

"You thought it briefly."

"I shall have to remember to guard my stray thoughts around you," said Emma with a brief glare at Jean.

The Black Queen smiled even wider, sipping idly from her glass. Jean walked to a set of tall windows, gazing out at the sunlit countryside.

"We have an intruder on the grounds," reported Jean.

"What?" replied Emma. The blonde woman scanned with her own telepathic powers, detecting nothing.

"It's one of the X-Men's allies. She's cloaking her presence, but I can sense her."

"Tell me where she is and I'll summon the guards," said the White Queen sharply, moving to the intercom on her desk.

"Why don't we take her? It will be more fun," grinned Jean cruelly.

"Alright," replied Emma.

Elizabeth Braddock moved through the light forest, scanning passively with her mind for any guards that might be hiding in the foliage. She had followed the White Queen's trail to this isolated estate, leaving her car on an abandoned side road so she could penetrate the grounds on foot. The telepath wore a dark purple bodysuit that clung tightly to her slim, well-endowed figure.

She wore her shoulder length purple hair in a loose ponytail to keep her locks out of her eyes. The day was proving to be very warm, sweat gathered on her forehead and upper lip as she advanced closer to the immense three-story mansion hidden deep within the wood.

A brief spike of mental energy was Psylocke's only warning when the green psi-bolt splashed against a tree to her left. Psylocke dove to the ground, scanning carefully for her attacker. She detected two telepaths in the area, one to her right and another behind her and to the left. Psylocke's forehead glowed with violet mental energy as she launched her own psi-bolt at her assailant to the right. Not knowing if it struck, Psylocke sprinted forward, trying to put some distance between herself and her attackers.

A loud grinding noise made Psylocke stop and look behind her. The young woman's eyes widened when she saw a huge tree rip up from the ground and fly towards her. Psylocke hit the ground again, just barely evading the tree while it flew over her and smashed into two more trees nearby. Elizabeth rose to her feet, catching a glance of a white cloak to her left. She managed to raise a psi-shield just as the White Queen extended her hand and fired another psi-bolt. Green light clashed with purple, the psi-bolt crackling against Psylocke's telepathic barrier. The White Queen extended both of her white-gloved hands, adding more of her power to the streaming psi-bolt. Psylocke staggered back until she smacked into a tree, she gritted her teeth trying to maintain her shield against the deadly assault.

The crack of a whip jarred Psylocke's concentration. A thin leather cord wrapped around her neck, forcing Elizabeth to turn her head right. She stared in astonishment when she spotted Jean dressed in the garb of the Black Queen, her teeth bared in a vicious grin. Jean sent a psi-bolt of red energy through her whip, shattering Psylocke's shield. Psylocke screamed as the psi-bolt smashed into her brain, hurling her into unconsciousness. White and Black Queens walked up to their prone victim, chuckling with pleasure.

"Whatever shall we do with her?" inquired the Black Queen.

"We'll think of something," giggled the White Queen.

Emma stood near her bedroom window, inhaling deeply from a cigarette. She watched the black night sky, with its collection of stars twinkling high above. Her bedroom was lit by candles, their perfume permeating the large, richly furnished chamber. A fire roared in a huge fireplace on the far side of the room, the heat from the flames making Emma's skin glimmer with perspiration.

She glanced at her huge four poster bed, where Psylocke lay naked and unconscious. The senseless heroine had a white ball gag in her mouth and handcuffs fastened to her wrists, which dangled behind her back near her sensual buttocks. A thick metal inhibitor collar lay wrapped around Psylocke's neck, blocking her powers. A purple rubber harness wrapped around Psylocke's full breasts.

The Black Queen stood on the opposite side of the bed facing Emma. She removed her black boots, then unclasped her long black cloak. Letting the garment fall to the floor, Jean slid out of her black panties, then untied her brazier just enough to let her breasts partially escape, her nipples erect with excitement. Jean unbound her long red hair, climbing onto the bed where her limp prey waited for her. The Black Queen placed Psylocke's head in her lap, brushing her bare fingers across the girl's forehead. Elizabeth opened her eyes with a start, then stared up into Jean's gorgeous face.

"Relax. Let go," commanded Jean, slipping a tendril of her telepathic power into Psylocke's mind.

Rendered powerless by the inhibitor collar, Elizabeth could do nothing to fight the Black Queen's mental directive. Psylocke relaxed her limbs, her eyes became glazed with lust.

Jean caressed Psylocke's tits, pinching the nipples with her fingers. Psylocke moaned through her ball gag, she writhed slowly under the Black Queen's lewd attentions. Jean rubbed Psylocke's left cheek while fondling the girl's right tit, squeezing the pliant warm flesh. The White Queen finished her cigarette, grinding the butt into a crystal ashtray nearby. She removed her own cloak, boots, and panties, joining the two young women already on the soft bed.

Emma pried Psylocke's thighs apart, bending down to lick the warm firm flesh. Elizabeth groaned, her pussy quivering in arousal. Emma rubbed her mouth against both of Psylocke's inner thighs, then licked up the naked girl's slit. Psylocke moaned loudly again, drool escaping from around the ball gag to drip down her small chin. Jean massaged both of Psylocke's breasts, squeezing and rubbing the melons together. The White Queen sucked on Psylocke's labia flaps, pulling on the folds of warm pink skin. She inserted her tongue briefly into Psylocke's cunt, tasting the juices gathering within her pussy. Emma licked Psylocke's asshole, then bit one of the girl's buttocks. Elizabeth moaned, closing her eyes in ecstasy. Jean removed the gag, lowering her face to kiss Psylocke violently on the mouth. Psylocke returned the kiss, opening her mouth wide for Jean's insistent tongue. Jean placed her left tit against Psylocke's face, allowing the horny girl to suck wantonly upon it.

Emma nuzzled her mouth inside Psylocke's dripping hole, licking the wet interior of the girl's trembling vagina. The White Queen placed her hand under Psylocke's buttocks, squeezing the shapely rump while she rolled her tongue inside Elizabeth's cunt. Jean stood up on her knees, positioning Psylocke's face under her crotch. The Black Queen lowered her pussy onto Psylocke's eager mouth. Psylocke devoured Jean's red bush, her lips sliding over the Black Queen's moist cunt. Jean panted heavily, grinding her pussy over Psylocke's mouth while her hands continued to fondle Elizabeth's generous tits. Psylocke probed deep into Jean's cunt with her mouth, drinking her captor's dripping honey. She rubbed her tongue across the Black Queen's clit, then shoved it into the groaning young woman's anus. Jean moaned loudly, thrusting her hips even more violently against Psylocke's face.

The White Queen licked up and down Psylocke's pussy, lapping up the girl's thick cum as it spewed from her vagina. Emma fondled her own cunt as she ate out Psylocke, her long fingers rubbing her engorged labia forcefully. Jean threw back her head, screaming with intense pleasure as she orgasmed into Psylocke's sucking mouth. The Black Queen transmitted her climax telepathically to her other two partners, making Psylocke and the White Queen gasp in shock. All three females became limp, their bodies exhausted from their sexual exertions.

Emma climbed out of bed when a loud roar came from outside. She walked to the window, watching as a black hoverjet slowly descended onto her manor's private landing pad.

"Is it him?" asked Jean, fingering Psylocke's purple hair while the girl licked her right leg.

"Yes, he's here," replied Emma, her eyes bright with anticipation.

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Sebastian Shaw entered the spacious parlor, with its lit fireplace and full bar. A crystal window stood in place of the far wall, allowing a wide view of the manor's lush lawn and gardens. A familiar redhead dressed in black leather stood near the fireplace, smiling warmly at him. The White Queen left the bar, two glasses of brown liquor in her hands. She offered a glass to Sebastian, allowing him to kiss her roughly on the lips. They parted slowly, then Sebastian turned his full attention to Jean.

"So, our Black Queen returns. Your doing?"

"Yes, I found her right after Dark Phoenix abandoned her."

"She still retains her telepathic and TK powers?"

"They were deeply buried, but I uncovered them," smiled Emma proudly.

"What about her conditioning? Will it hold this time?"

"I found remnants of Mastermind's original programming, I bolstered them with my own talents."

"Still, we should keep an eye on her. I don't want her turning on us at a critical moment again."

"She's ours, body and soul," assured Emma as she walked to stand next to Jean. "Now, how goes the operation?"

Sebastian watched Jean distrustfully for several seconds, sipping from his glass.

"The scientists at Shaw Industries have finished the virus. I've transferred the data to your technicians at Frost Enterprises so they could begin manufacturing it in the quantities we'll need. How long will the production phase take?"

"Two weeks if I put everyone on it, which I have," replied Emma, idly playing with a strand of Jean's hair.

"Forgive my ignorance, my lord," said Jean respectfully, "but what kind of disease are you creating?"

"A very particular disease, my dear," answered Sebastian, walking to stand in front of Jean, then reaching out to cup her left breast through her leather bustier. "I trust you remember when the X-Men were our captives? I said that we were going to experiment on them to isolate the gene that gives a mutant his or her abilities. I had planned to create my own mutants, to create an army for global conquest. After our 'setback', I revised my strategy. Why create thousands of mutants that could conceivably rebel against us like the X-Men did? Why not eliminate the competition instead of adding to it? I invested millions to find a way, using samples collected from your former teammates before they escaped. The virus turned out to be fairly easy to create when we used your friends' x-factors as templates, years of research and development were accomplished in mere months. Now the virus is ready, all that remains is to mass produce it and distribute it across the world. Farewell to the X-Men, Avengers, and any other being with a non-mundane genetic structure!"

"What about us?" asked the Black Queen with concern.

"Emma and I have been inoculated against it. I will have to decide if you or your purple-haired friend will receive the treatment."

"What could I do to win my lordship's favor?" purred Jean, running her gloved hands over Sebastian's chest.

"Why don't you show me?" grinned Sebastian.

Jean returned Sebastian's smile, unbinding her red hair, then dropping her black cloak to the carpeted floor. She removed her bustier, letting Sebastian admire her bare tits. The Black Queen knelt before Sebastian, unzipping his pants and gently pulling out his cock. Jean rubbed his shaft back and forth, making it harden with arousal. She licked the head of his tool, then rubbed her lips across the shaft's veined surface. Sebastian groaned with pleasure, he finished his drink, placed his glass on the fireplace's mantel, then dug his hands into Jean's thick red hair. Jean slid her mouth to Sebastian's balls, rubbing her nose against them while licking them with her extended pink tongue. She continued to fondle Sebastian's prick with her left hand as she sucked loudly on his dangling sperm bags.

The White Queen watched Jean with lust in her eyes. She rubbed her crotch with her right hand and fondled one of her breasts with her left.

"Come here," ordered Sebastian, his eyes glazed with ecstasy as Jean inserted his cock into her mouth and started sucking heavily upon it.

Emma moved to Sebastian's right side, where he tore open her white brazier and fastened his mouth on her left tit. Emma moaned, unclasping her cloak, then discarding her open brazier. Sebastian placed his right arm around Emma's slim waist, licking her pink nipple hungrily. The White Queen placed her left arm over Sebastian's shoulders, thrusting out her tits so he could suck more easily upon them. Jean's cheeks grew taut as she sucked on Sebastian's throbbing pole. She rubbed her nose against the shaft's glistening head, then licked the fluid collecting on its tip. Jean shoved Sebastian's member deep into her throat, caressing every inch of the meat stick with her warm sensuous lips.

Sensing the growing burst of seed in his loins, Sebastian gently pushed Jean away from his rock hard cock, leading her to one of the well-cushioned love seats that adorned the parlor. He waited as Jean pulled her black panties down to her ankles, then positioned her hands over the wooden upper frame of the love seat, thrusting her sexy ass in his direction. Sebastian caressed both of Jean's taut buttocks, running his hands over the smooth, pliant flesh.

"Fuck me, my lord," begged the Black Queen, her tongue rolling over her glistening red lips.

Sebastian slapped Jean hard across the right buttock, making her gasp sharply. He pried her ass cheeks open with his hands, staring at her moist cunt with relish. Sebastian rubbed the engorged head of his cock up and down Jean's slit, making her tremble with excitement. Reaching inside Jean's crack to widen the opening of her pussy, Sebastian slowly pushed his member into the Black Queen's narrow orifice. Jean moaned deeply, squeezing the polished wooden frame of the love seat as she felt Sebastian's prick probe inside her clenched vagina. Shaw groaned, pumping his hips forward towards Jean's upthrust ass.

Emma remained at Sebastian's side, keeping her arm wrapped around his waist while she slid her right hand beneath her panties to rub her throbbing clit. Sebastian leaned towards Emma, kissing the base of her neck, then reaching down with his right hand to help her fondle her wet cunt. Emma moaned as Sebastian inserted a finger into her slit, scratching her warm moist honeypot. Sebastian's crotch slapped loudly against Jean's firm ass, his shaft punching deep into her belly. Jean moaned constantly, her hands holding the love seat in a vice grip, her thighs trembling with weakness while her lover impaled her pussy with his iron hard staff. Sebastian ran one hand over Jean's bare buttocks and back as he poked a finger in and out of Emma's ravenous cunt. The White Queen humped Sebastian's hand, shoving her hips while licking her right nipple lewdly.

Jean orgasmed first, screaming huskily as her juices gushed over Sebastian's pumping cock. Sebastian followed his red-maned lover, shooting his load into Jean's trembling uterus. Emma panted as she climaxed, her honey flooding over Sebastian's agile fingers. Sebastian removed his cum-sticky hand from Emma's soaking panties, raising it up so that both of them could lick the glistening juices from his fingers.

Jean collapsed onto the love seat, panting heavily, her breasts pumping for air. Sebastian and Emma kissed deeply, then they parted to opposite sides of the room, Emma to the bar for more drinks, Sebastian to the fireplace in order to stand still and rest.

"Am I worthy to join you, my lord?" inquired Jean.

"I'll allow you to remain with us, and I'll have you vaccinated against the virus, but I won't trust you quite yet," replied Sebastian, watching Jean coolly.

"Then I will have to keep trying to convince you of my loyalty," grinned the Black Queen, glancing at Sebastian's crotch suggestively.

"Yes, you will."

Emma gave Sebastian a fresh drink, eyeing him and Jean somewhat uneasily. Sebastian noticed the White Queen's envious glance, but said nothing. A telephone rang, prompting Emma to go answer it. She conversed briefly, then returned to Sebastian's side.

"Frost Enterprises has received the virus data. They're beginning mass production as we speak."

"What will the virus do to the world's mutants?" asked the Black Queen.

"Why, kill them of course, all of them," smiled Sebastian wolfishly.

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Sebastian Shaw, Emma Frost, and Jean Grey entered the immense situation room. A huge wall monitor displayed a map of the United States, with glowing red dots representing distribution sites for Sebastian's lethal mutant virus. Sebastian placed a burning cigar in his mouth, inhaling deeply as he observed masked operators coordinate the virus' release.

"How much longer?" asked Jean.

"Five hours."

"And then the world, and all the mundanes that live upon it, will be ours," purred Emma.

"Indeed, my dear. Indeed," smiled Sebastian.

A digital time display appeared in the upper right corner of the monitor display. It began counting down to zero, speeding to the death of all mutantkind. Sebastian savored the rich tobacco of his cigar, then turned to leer at Jean, who stood at his left side.

"Come my dear, we have time to kill," chuckled Sebastian.

"Then let me divert you, my lord," smiled the Black Queen wantonly.

Sebastian placed his left arm possessively around Jean's shapely waist, guiding her out of the dimly lit chamber. Emma watched the couple leave, her eyes smoldering with jealousy. The White Queen stalked out of the room, marching to an intimate meeting of her own.

"I'm so glad that you've rejoined us," grinned Sebastian while he took off his long tailed colonial jacket.

"So am I, my lord," replied the Black Queen, folding her black cloak over a ornately carved chair. She undid her hair bun, allowing her long fiery red-gold hair to cascade down her back to her alluring buttocks.

Sebastian seized the back of Jean's neck, pressing her face against his, ravishing her red lips with his mouth. "You're mine," whispered Sebastian when he ended the embrace. He buried his face in Jean's rich hair, nibbling on her neck.

"Yes, my lord," panted Jean. "Take me."

The reinforced metal door slid open, revealing the White Queen with her right hand resting on her hip. She entered the small cell, waiting until the heavy door hissed shut behind her. She looked down at the naked young woman who was the cell's sole occupant.

"Pathetic," sneered Emma, watching Psylocke's trembling form with derision.

"The things…the horrible things they did to me," stuttered Elizabeth, her arms wrapped tightly around her stomach.

"The guards will continue to do horrible things to you unless you get yourself together and help me!"

"Help…you? How?"

"Your slut friend, Jean Grey, is becoming an obstacle to my goals. I thought I could control her through the Black Queen persona, but my partner seems to have taken an unfortunate amount of interest in her. I need your help to get rid of her."

"Why should I?" retorted Psylocke, her glazed eyes slowly coming back into focus.

"If you do, you can go. I'll even inoculate you against the mutant virus."

"What virus?" asked Psylocke, frowning in confusion.

"There's no time to explain! Will you help me or not?"

"Yes, I'll help you," replied Elizabeth, staring at Emma intently.

Sebastian leaned back into the cushioned chair, groaning softly while Jean knelt between his legs, sucking wetly on his cock. The Black Queen was naked except for the black choke collar that encircled her neck and the black silk gloves that encased her hands and lower arms.

"Good," murmured Sebastian, running his hands through Jean's thick hair.

Jean licked up and down her lover's pole, her lips leaving saliva in their wake. She nibbled on the engorged tip, her white teeth teasing the head until it trickled cum into her eager mouth. Jean slid the cock into her warm mouth, her cheeks taut as she allowed the shaft deep into her narrow throat. The Black Queen's head bobbed up and down lewdly, her lips smacking loudly as she caressed Sebastian's member with her sucking orifice.

Feeling an orgasm approaching, Sebastian took Jean's arms and guided her to his lap. She straddled his legs, lowering her red-haired cunt to his quivering cock. Jean groaned huskily as she sat on Sebastian's shaft, the pole thrusting through her tight vagina. The Black Queen wrapped her gloved arms around Sebastian's neck, using him for support while she humped his crotch, her bare buttocks quivering with each smacking impact. Jean threw back her head, her mouth open and moaning, her hips gyrating forward, forcing Sebastian's cock harder into her belly.

The White Queen grimaced, touching her temple briefly as she walked down the steel walled corridor.

"What is it?" inquired Psylocke, noticing Emma's discomfort.

"I share a link with Sebastian, similar to the one shared by Jean Grey and Scott Summers, I'm feeling what Sebastian feels right now."

"What is it?"

"Nothing," replied Emma, her right hand sliding to her crotch before she halted the impulsive motion. "We have to hurry."

Jean sat facing away from Sebastian, her legs spread apart as she fucked her lover's wide meat pole. She rubbed her clit with her right hand, the lips of her labia pried wide apart to accommodate the veined spear shoving deep into her pussy. Jean leaned back against Sebastian's firm chest, moaning while he fondled her creamy white tits. He pinched her hardened nipples, licking the back of her neck as she groaned in ecstasy. Jean bounced up and down, her breasts crushed together by Sebastian's strong hands. He slid his fingers across Jean's hot, sweaty flesh, caressing her stomach then rubbing her inner thighs. Sebastian spread open the moist folds of the Black Queen's cunt, his cock squishing into the naked woman's pink slit.

Jean leaned forward, placing her hands on her knees, squatting on Sebastian's thumping cock. The Black Queen panted harshly, fondling her tits as she thrust her ass down on her lover's rock hard shaft. Sebastian squeezed Jean's tight bare buttocks, relishing the feel of the hot sensuous flesh under his fingertips. Jean felt the climax building in her pussy. She increased the violence of her gyrating, shoving Sebastian's cock even deeper into her cunt, till his balls bounced against her twat. Sebastian grunted like an animal, holding tightly to Jean's bouncing hips, thrusting his member into the sluttish pussy of the woman before him. Both lovers moaned as one as their orgasms propelled their minds into a warm delicious fog.

Suddenly, the door to the bedroom smashed inwards. The White Queen strode in, her cloak swirling around her lithe frame.

"Damn you, Sebastian! We stand on the brink of global conquest and all you want to do is fuck some brain-washed whore!" shouted Emma.

"How dare you!" roared Sebastian, throwing Jean off of his lap, glaring at Emma with his fists clenched.

"Virus release in ten minutes," reported a voice over an intercom in the hall.

"No. Jean! We have to stop it!" exclaimed Psylocke desperately.

"I stay with my lord," replied the Black Queen, bare breasts gleaming with sweat, her sticky hair spread over her back like a living cape.

"Bitch!" spat Emma, her white-gloved hands burning with green psi-fire.

She reached out for Jean, who countered with her own purple-red psi-fire. The two women clasped hands, dueling telepathically while their bodies were engulfed in mental flames.

"Damn," muttered Sebastian, shielding his eyes from the blinding psychic energy spilling from the two women.

"Stop the countdown!" ordered Psylocke, gathering purple psi energy in her right fist.

"I think not," replied Sebastian, zipping up his black silk trousers.

Psylocke released her psi-bolt, impaling Sebastian in the forehead. Sebastian screamed in agony, falling to his knees. Elizabeth grabbed Sebastian's limp arm and dragged him out of the bed chamber, Jean and Emma still dueling silently behind them, only flares of mental fire marking their conflict.

"Two minutes to release," reported a masked tech from his console seat.

"Stop the countdown!" ordered Psylocke, throwing Sebastian into the situation room before her. Sebastian slammed into a computer console before bouncing agilely to his feet.

"Thank you for that," smiled Sebastian, punching Psylocke in the face.

Elizabeth rolled with the punch, lashing out with her left foot. Sebastian let the attack smash into his bare chest, the force of the blow pushing him back. He rushed forward in a blur, punching Psylocke in the belly and on the chin. Psylocke flew back, crunching against a wall before sliding to the cold metal floor.

"You must have forgotten about my ability to absorb kinetic energy, pity for you," grinned Sebastian smugly, pulling Psylocke's slack face towards his by yanking up on her long purple hair.

"Virus released," declared the mercenary console operator.

Sebastian let go of Psylocke's mane, turning to face the display monitor as little red dots expanded to become burning ruby suns that devoured the entire map of the US. The screen switched to a global map, with a red wave emanating from North America to cloak the entire planet.

"I win," chuckled Sebastian, the chuckle growing into a victorious bellowing laugh.

"Oh, no," moaned Elizabeth, her eyes brimming with tears.

"Whore!" growled Emma.

"Bitch!" snarled Jean.

The two telepaths continued to wage war in each other's minds until a mental scream roared across Jean's brain. She gasped as she felt her psychic bond with Scott snap like a fragile strand of cord.

"No, Scott," breathed Jean.

Jean screamed when the White Queen's psi-bolt slipped past her crumbling defenses and spiked into her mind. She fell to her knees, Emma standing arrogantly over her.

"I was a fool to use you. Now I rid myself of you once and for all."

Jean wiped drool from her mouth, staring up at Emma with her shining green eyes. A stream of psi-energy gushed from Jean's naked body, smashing against Emma. The White Queen hastily built a shield, but the force of the attack propelled her against the far wall. Jean rose to her feet, her breasts heaving while she focused more power into her mental assault. Emma gritted her teeth, perspiration beading on her face as she used all of her ability to maintain the faltering psi-shield. The green barrier shattered like glass, allowing Jean's psi-energy past. The White Queen grasped her head with both hands, her brain on fire from Jean's bolt. Emma fell unconscious to the floor, her limbs twitching spasmodically. Jean swayed on her feet, barely catching herself on one of the walls.

Jean glanced at her naked body, then at the costume of the Black Queen that lay nearby, beckoning her. She could feel the Black Queen's personality, her dark side, writhing within her mind, begging to be set free. Scott's death had freed her from her black impulses, but they still existed, they still tempted her. Tentatively, Jean reached out for the dark clothing.

Two guards supported Psylocke's limp body as they marched down the brightly lit hallway.

"Do you want to take her in the ass tonight?" asked the first guard.

"Nah, you can. I want her to suck my cock then drink my cum with that hot little mouth of hers," laughed the second mercenary.

"Heh, yeah," agreed the first guard.

Both guards froze before collapsing to the floor. Jean lowered the telepathic cloak of invisibility she had projected and knelt next to the naked Psylocke.

"Elizabeth, are you alright?"

"Jean? Is it really you?" moaned Psylocke weakly.

"Yes, it's me, the real me. We have to get out of here."

"I'll need some help," smiled Elizabeth.

Jean wrapped Psylocke's right arm around her shoulders, slowly pulling the young heroine to her feet. Jean re-established the invisibility field around both of them, covering their escape from the White Queen's mansion.

Sebastian sipped appreciatively from his glass, listening to reports from around the world of super heroes and villains falling dead from unknown causes. Mundanes either panicked from the loss of their protectors or they rejoiced at the supposed end of homo superior. Sebastian dreamed of how he would take advantage of his genetic superiority when a masked soldier respectfully stopped at attention behind him.

"What is it?" sighed Sebastian.

"The female prisoner. She…ah…escaped."

"Escaped? How?"

"Mistress Black Queen took her. We caught them both on a hallway cam."

"Not again," groaned Sebastian, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Have you informed the White Queen?"

"She's…indisposed," reported the guard nervously.

"Let me guess, the Black Queen."

"We believe so, my lord. The White Queen seems to be suffering from mental shock."

"Alert the entire compound, search every inch of the grounds."

"The Black Queen can hide from the guards. She's probably already gone."

"True, but we must be sure. Carry out your orders," growled Sebastian, his hand closing around the sides of his glass until it shattered in his grip, spilling liquor on the polished floor.

"Sir!" saluted the mercenary, rushing gratefully from the room.

"Run, Jean. Your friends and allies are all dead. You and your purple-haired slut are the last heroines on Earth, and soon you will join your dearly departed comrades," promised Sebastian.

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