JEAN GREY: THE NEW ORDER

by PJ

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"All systems are online, sir," reported the tech.

"Bring her out," said the German captain.

Chill, white smoke gushed from the stasis port, right before the cylindrical pod shot up from its reinforced housing and slowed to a stop. Techs climbed onto the pod platform, pushing the pod onto its back, releasing the locks that held the lid in place. More super-cooled steam hissed into the air when the techs pulled up the pod lid, exposing the pod's contents.

A young girl lay naked within the white-cushioned pod, pale and motionless, eyes closed as if asleep. The girl's small breasts slowly rose and fell, her lungs working for the first time in years.

"Revival process successful, sir," smiled the head tech proudly.

"Have your men get her out of there and into the truck, the bots are right behind us," snapped the captain, turning on his heel to leave the large stasis chamber.

The captain stopped abruptly when he heard gunfire raging outside the lab building.

"They're here," murmured the captain in dread.

The captain and the soldiers with him raced outside, where the rest of his platoon traded fire with four red infantry bots. The seven-foot tall robots carried massive laser rifles, firing them with deadly effect, cutting down men with machine-like precision and callousness.

"We can't hold them back!" screamed a sergeant, his left arm a burnt stump.

"Delay them until we get the girl loaded!" shouted the captain, his last word drowned out by the explosion of a nearby jeep.

Soldiers fired their auto rifles at the advancing robots, bullets ricocheting harmlessly off the bots' armored skins. The robots aimed their weapons, red beams snapping forth to burn the men shooting at them. The screams of the wounded and dying filled the courtyard in front of the lab, burning bodies and vehicles lending the place a hellish glow.

Two white-coated techs held onto the girl's limp arms, dragging her towards the waiting military truck. The captain turned to urge the techs on, and caught a red beam in the back, the powerful laser melting through his chest.

With the death of the captain, discipline broke. The remaining soldiers fled the courtyard for the streets, some shot in the back like their dead leader. The two paralyzed techs were blasted by two advancing robots, the remaining two bots guarding the courtyard and killing the wounded.

The girl weakly raised her head, pale, shoulder length blonde hair plastered wetly to her face and neck. The robots halted in front of her, red eyes glowing.

"Objective found. Will bring back to base," reported the robot leader, attaching his rifle to his back before bending down to pick up the prone girl.

The roar of engines alerted all four robots. A sleek, black jet hovered above the lab, its belly hatch opening to disgorge a slim woman dressed in bright green and gold.

Phoenix landed lightly on the lab roof, extending her right arm and firing a telekinetic blast at the robot standing next to the leader. The robot squawked, its chest blasted apart by Phoenix's purple energy bolt. Phoenix slashed with her right arm, another bolt arcing from her hand to slice both of the courtyard robots apart at the waist.

The leader retrieved his rifle, firing several laser blasts at Phoenix.

Phoenix deflected the laser beams with a telekinetic shield, then replied with a hand blast that took off the robot leader's head.

"More of them are coming!" announced a voice from the black jet's PA system.

Phoenix jumped to the ground, rushing to the barely conscious girl and picking her up.

"Who..who are you?" murmured the girl.

"My name is Jean Grey, I'm here to help you," smiled Phoenix, launching into the air on a stream of purple flame, returning to the belly of the Blackbird.

"Go!" shouted Jean while the belly hatch cycled shut.

Psylocke nodded, pushing the thrust levers forward, the Blackbird's engines roaring as the plane knifed through the smoke-filled air over Berlin.

"Doctor Doom has firm control of most of Eastern Europe. His robot armies are advancing west steadily, Germany will completely fall in another two days," reported Raven Darkholme calmly as she stood in front of the President's desk in the Oval Office.

"Those robots are unlike anything the US has ever had to fight. Conventional infantry doesn't stand a chance against them," pondered the President, leaning back in his chair.

"Britain and France are screaming for help," added Raven. "What should I tell them?"

"Sending our armed forces into that slaughterhouse would be a big mistake, Mr. President," said the Secretary of Defense.

"I agree," nodded Raven.

"Mr. President, perhaps now you will consider my proposal," smiled Sebastian Shaw from his couch seat. "If you green light the Sentinel Project, the US will have nothing to fear from this mad dictator's robot armies."

"The costs are enormous, but I think we have little choice, Mr. President," supplied the Secretary.

"How soon can you have the Sentinels up?" asked the President.

"The first line is already complete. With the proper funds, I can have the first line operational and the second line under construction by the end of the week," replied Shaw.

"Shaw Industries at work, eh?" smiled the President wryly.

Sebastian just nodded and smiled.

"I'll get you the money you need, Shaw. Activate the Sentinels," ordered the President.

"What's her name?" asked Elizabeth, watching the girl sleep through the observation window of her infirmary room.

"Melissa Roe," replied Jean. "She was brought to Germany from the US to take part in their secret X-Gene experiments. Evidently they were successful with her, and valued her enough to put her into stasis when the Bomb detonated."

"Did you hear about Shaw?" inquired Elizabeth with a worried frown.

"Yeah, the Sentinels," nodded Jean softly.

"He'll come for us you know. This is the first place he'll look."

"It's home," replied Jean simply, glancing at Elizabeth.

"Yes, it's full of memories for me too."

"We'll be okay, 'Beth," smiled Jean, hugging her friend. "You can take off if you want."

"I'm going to get some dinner, want anything?" offered Elizabeth.

"No, I'm going to stay here and keep watch for awhile."

"Don't stay too long, the computer will let us know when she wakes up," said 'Beth, kissing Jean's right cheek before leaving.

Sebastian Shaw sat on a chair next to Emma Frost's bed, reading by a bedside lamp. Emma moaned softly, her lovely face frowning. Sebastian lowered his book, leaned forward to brush a strand of pale, gold hair away from Emma's face.

The bedroom door opened, a young woman dressed in black leather peeked in.

"The Sentinels are about to strike, sir."

Sebastian closed his book, set it on the bedside table. He kissed Emma's cool forehead before he left her side. Standing in the open doorway, Sebastian looked back at Emma's sleeping form.

"Payback, my dear," smiled Sebastian coldly, closing the door softly.

Jean was just emerging from the lower staircase onto the ground floor of the mansion when the proximity alarms went off. Steel plates slammed down across all the windows, bars slid in place behind the doors leading outside.

"He didn't waste any time," growled Jean, creasing her brow, her blouse and skirt transforming into her tight red and gold costume.

"Sentinels are on the grounds!" exclaimed Elizabeth, garbed in her purple tunic and leggings, her long, violet hair tied into a ponytail with a bright red ribbon.

"We'll fight them outside, where we have more fighting room," said Jean, walking quickly to the front doors and punching the code that would unlock them. Bars snapped away, and the two young women walked out onto the front porch.

Three towering Sentinels walked towards the mansion, their footfalls making the ground shake violently. Psylocke swallowed, fear coiling in her taut belly.

"Keep moving, try to go for the legs," advised Phoenix before she hurled into the air like a blazing comet.

"Targets acquired. Initiate capture program," intoned the lead Sentinel, raising its right palm at Phoenix. Bright, white light flashed, Psylocke turned her face away at the last moment to keep from being blinded. Phoenix flew over the leader, unleashing a crackling telekinetic bolt. The leader squawked, its huge body exploding, bits of metal flying everywhere.

Psylocke jumped over the porch edge, sprinted towards the standing Sentinels. Both giant robots were focused on Phoenix, filling the night air around her with plasma blasts from their palm cannons. Psylocke made her right hand into a fist, summoned her psychic knife. The red energy blade sizzled over Psylocke's knuckles, she pulled back her arm as she drew close to one of the titanic robots. The robot screamed when Psylocke jabbed her glowing blade into the back of its left ankle. The Sentinel staggered, then fell to the grass, the earth quaking from the impact of its fall. Psylocke ran up the robot's leg, racing for its vulnerable spine.

The fallen Sentinel thrust back its left hand. Metal tentacles sprouted from its open palm, slithering towards Psylocke. Elizabeth ducked and jumped over the snapping tendrils, intent on reaching her target. One tentacle managed to snag Psylocke's left ankle, another wrapped around her slender waist. Psylocke screamed when electricity poured through the metal tendrils, making her muscles convulse in agony. More tentacles slipped around Psylocke's arms and legs, trapping her.

Phoenix was thrown back when a plasma blast caught her front on. She kept herself from being vaporized by erecting a psi-shield, but the force of the blast threw her against one of the mansion's walls. Phoenix pulled herself to her feet, green eyes smoldering. She raised both arms, fired a searing psi-blast at the advancing Sentinel. A green force-field flared in front of the robot, absorbing the bolt of telekinetic energy. The Sentinel's eyes flashed, twin plasma beams snapped at Phoenix. An entire wing of the mansion exploded, debris hurling into the air. Phoenix landed in the backyard, her slim body smoking. She tried to sit up, lungs aching, skin throbbing from the pain of her burns.

The Sentinel walked through the destroyed wing, enormous feet crushing bits of wood and stone. It raised its right hand, prepared to finish Phoenix off.

Green light surrounded the Sentinel, it squealed as its limbs were torn apart simultaneously, every component of its body flying off in a different direction.

The Sentinel holding Psylocke ignited its boot thrusters, began rising up into the clear, black sky.

Another green beam caught the Sentinel's huge feet, threw the robot across the grounds into the estate's small lake. Phoenix snatched Psylocke with a telekinetic grapple, pulled her away from the Sentinel's open hand. One more green beam washed over the prone robot, dismantling it in the same manner as its comrade.

Lying on the grass, Jean and Elizabeth both looked back at the mansion, where Melissa stood, her hands bathed in bright green light.

Jean snapped the whip across the kneeling slave girl's bare back, smiling in amusement when the girl yelped in pain. She lashed the slave over and over, her pussy becoming wet with arousal, the smell of the slave's sweat and fear exhilarating. Blood began dripping from the long lash burns. Jean cupped her own left breast, running her leather-gloved hand over her hot flesh, raising the bloody whip to strike again...

"Ma'am?" asked Melissa tentatively, pulling back her right hand.

Jean sat up in her chair, breathing sharply, her forehead bathed in perspiration.

"Are we there yet?" gasped Jean, trying to slow her racing heart.

"No, we'll reach him in twenty minutes," replied Psylocke from the cockpit.

Jean struggled to her feet, walking down the walkway to the small kitchen of the Blackbird to get a bottle of cold water from the refrigerator. She gulped the cold liquid down, her fevered skin cooling.

Melissa joined Jean, watched her while taking a can of soda and sipping from it.

"What were you dreaming about?" asked Melissa, her blue eyes intent on Jean's face.

"Nothing, a nightmare," replied Jean, drinking deeply from the water bottle again.

Melissa grasped Jean's left hand, pressing her small palm against Jean's.

"What?" murmured Jean, glancing quickly towards the cockpit.

"We've got twenty minutes," smiled Melissa, pushing Jean past the kitchen into the sleeping area.

Melissa nudged Jean onto one of the bunks, giggling as she tugged off Jean's skin-tight leggings. Still horny from her dream, Jean removed her tunic, then helped Melissa out of her gold and black jumpsuit. Melissa jumped on top of Jean, kissing her, sliding her tongue into Jean's warm mouth. Lust overwhelmed Jean, she dug her hand into Melissa's curly, blonde hair, squeezed the girl's small ass. Melissa moved her mouth to Jean's left nipple, licked it repeatedly, then started sucking on it, her tongue deft and wet. Jean inserted her left index finger into Melissa's crack, stroked the girl's soft pussy. Melissa moaned around Jean's tit, grinned while she licked the firm orb of flesh.

Melissa turned her body so her ass hovered over Jean's face. The girl lowered her cunt onto Jean's mouth, rubbing it over Jean's sensual lips. Jean began licking Melissa's bare pussy, her tongue covering the girl's slit with gleaming drool. Melissa moaned deeply, placing her own head between Jean's lithe, bare legs, shoving her tongue into Jean's moist cunt. Jean groaned, rubbing her cheek against Melissa's warm thigh, her hips shivering as the girl slurped on her clit, warm saliva oozing into her hole. Jean ran her tongue over Melissa's tight buttocks, kissed the girl's warm skin. Melissa shoved her tongue in and out of Jean's vagina, Jean's juices sticking to the tip of her mouth probe. Jean's hips writhed, her legs trembled while Melissa licked her throbbing labia, sucked on her dripping twat. Jean convulsed, her pelvis quaking as she orgasmed into Melissa's sucking mouth. Melissa climaxed with a whimper, hot juices flowing from her pussy onto Jean's lips and chin.

Missiles screamed through the cloudy night air, detonating around the jinking Blackbird. A lucky hit smashed into the plane's port engine, the pod exploding in a cloud of fire and sparks. The belly hatch tore apart, Phoenix rocketing away from the diving plane with Psylocke and Magneta wrapped in golden telekinetic bubbles. The Blackbird started spinning out of control, eventually crashing in the back of Sebastian Shaw's estate, the fireball lighting up the countryside for miles.

The three heroines sprinted for the massive mansion, until a squad of four crimson- armored guards disgorged from an underground shelter hatch.

Phoenix and Magneta leveled their arms and let loose with energy blasts, Jean's bolt smashing her target off his feet while Melissa's ripped the guard's suit apart.

Psylocke charged her psychic knife, jumping into the air and stabbing a third guard in his faceplate, the powerful telepathic bolt frying the man's brain in an instant.

As the third guard fell, the last armored foe ignited his flamethrower, spewing a stream of sizzling flame at the three young women. Psylocke flipped back out of the way, Phoenix and Magneta both launched bolts that tore the armored suit to pieces.

"Shaw's in the mansion," said Jean, striding resolutely towards the brightly lit mansion, Psylocke and Magneta flanking her.

The heroines entered through the wide rear glass doors. There were no servants or guards, the mansion was deathly silent.

"Where's he hiding?" asked Magneta, her expression worried.

"Psylocke, stay with Magneta, check out the ground floor," ordered Phoenix. "I'll go upstairs."

"Be careful," warned Psylocke, taking Magneta's hand and leading the girl into one of the hallways.

Jean found a staircase going up. She followed it to the second floor, her eyes searching for her opponent. She entered a wide hallway richly carpeted and well-lit, paintings decorating the wood-paneled walls. The double doors at the end of the hall opened, and Sebastian walked into the passage, dressed in a green silk robe and matching pants.

"Hello, Jean, nice of you to drop by," smiled Sebastian.

"Our little war ends tonight," snapped Jean, marching towards Shaw.

"Indeed it will. The time of mutant heroes is over. The world belongs to me now," replied Sebastian, his eyes gleaming with the lust for power.

"We'll see," smiled Jean coldly, her upraised right fist glowing with golden psi-energy.

"Surprise," chuckled Shaw, drawing a small black box from his robe pocket, switching it on.

Jean staggered back, her mind whirling, dizziness overtaking her.

"My dear Emma had a spare, she always thought ahead," smiled Shaw, drawing close to Jean, who leaned against a wall, pressing her palms over her throbbing temples.

"My Black Queen still lives within you, you'll never be free of her," murmured Shaw, grabbing a handful of Jean's red-gold hair and jerking back on it violently. Jean grimaced, her nipples straining against her uniform tunic, her pussy growing wet with hunger.

"No, I..I won't be her again," moaned Jean, her lips aching for Shaw to kiss them, her legs trembling with weakness.

"Whore," grinned Shaw, crushing Jean's mouth with his.

Jean melted in Shaw's embrace, she wrapped her arms around his neck, rubbing her crotch over his.

Sebastian spun Jean around, pushed her against the wall. He ripped open the back of her leggings, baring her curvaceous ass. Opening his robe and dropping his silk pants, Shaw grasped Jean's alluring hips, rubbed his hardening cock against Jean's crack before shoving it into her cunt. Jean moaned with ecstasy, her palms pressed against the smooth wood paneling, her ass thrust out towards Sebastian's slamming crotch. Jean closed her eyes, forgetting Psylocke, Magneta, everything except the sensation of Shaw's prick driving into her pussy, stabbing into her vagina. Shaw wrapped his arms around Jean's thin waist, yanked down the front of her leggings. He caressed Jean's engorged clit, covered his fingers in her sticky honey. Jean groaned sharply, her crotch burning with pleasure. She bit her lip, pushing back with her buttocks, ramming Shaw's member deep into her cunt hole.

Jean was no longer Phoenix, she was the Black Queen, sworn to Sebastian Shaw, his lover, body and soul. Sebastian's arms tightened around Jean's waist, he humped her ass faster, his cock quivering within the moist folds of her vagina. They orgasmed together, Jean's cunt milking Shaw's prick while his thick cream rushed into her belly.

Shaw buried his face in Jean's long, sweaty, red-gold hair.

"You know what to do," whispered Shaw, licking the back of Jean's neck.

"Yes, my lord," breathed Jean, rubbing her warm, bare buttocks over Shaw's softening cock.

Psylocke and Magneta returned to the glass doors, waiting for Jean to rejoin them. They heard footsteps approach, Jean's footsteps. Both young women gaped when they saw Jean, who was dressed in a black leather corset, panties, and jackboots. Jean attacked without warning, releasing a psi-bolt that roared over the two heroines, reduced them to ash in an eye-blink. Sebastian walked up behind Jean, hugged her to him.

"Well done, my Black Queen. Now nothing stands in our way."

"The world will be yours, just as I am," purred Jean, leaning back to kiss Shaw, her tongue sliding over his.

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