Emma returned to her body, seated on her throne, to find a shapely blonde hard at work between her legs and two equally shapely brunettes likewise worshipping her breasts. Which was as it should be; Emma saw no reason why the fact that she wasn’t using her body mean it should not be serviced by lovely lesbians. Of course, such a task was reserved for lesser, Flatscan concubines like these three. Who, incidentally, were doing an excellent job pleasuring their Empress. Emma sighed with pleasure, and decided the three Flatscan concubines deserved a reward, sliding into their minds...and found a surprise.
All three of them were under a post-hypnotic suggestion, that upon having their minds read, caused them to recall a bout of passionate lovemaking, shortly before boarding the Hellfire, with a gorgeous young brunette Flatscan they all assumed was another concubine. It was true that the brunette was scrumptious enough to please the White Queen, but she wasn’t what she seemed.
She wasn’t a concubine, and she was actually old enough to to be the three concubines’ grandmother, her apparent youth the result of advanced super-science who’s tremendous expense was far outweighed by her value to the crown. Because the mystery beauty was Peggy Carter, the shadowy head of Her Majesty’s Shield, the covert agency tasked with defending the Empire’s secrets while ferreting out those of her enemies. And her generations of skillful service to Emma, and those who ruled before her, did little to dampen Emma’s incandescent rage at someone else making use of Her concubines without Her permission.
The White Queen flung her telepathic powers back to the Imperial capital, dragging her spymistress’s consciousness into the astral plane. Before she could demand that Peggy explain herself, Emma was startled by discovering that the brunette beauty’s astral form was neither nude nor clad in her skintight uniform, but in an old-fashioned ensemble of the kind Peggy would have worn when she actually was the age she now appeared to be. Despite herself, the White Queen had to admit that Peggy made the outfit look good, but it covered far too much of her for Emma’s taste. Before she could do something about it, however, Peggy began to remove the offending garments herself.
The subsequent striptease did much to mollify the Empress, and though she would’ve preferred Peggy go all the way, she was still quite satisfied by the delectable picture Peggy made in bullet-bra, lace panties, garter belt, stockings and high heels. Which, Emma suspected, was the entire point. Not that she was going to let the older woman off the hook.
“Explain yourself, darling.”
She did not elaborate on what Peggy needed to explain. She knew what her Queen was talking about. Peggy always knew; it was actually somewhat disturbing how well she got into people’s heads for someone with no psychic ability whatsoever. If she wasn’t so good at her job (and at pleasuring her Queen, not to mention so breathtakingly hot) Emma wouldn’t have tolerated it. But she was (and oh sweet Goddess, was she ever), and so…
“My apologies for enjoying Candy, Bambi, and Randi, my Queen,” Peggy said. Goddess, even her accent got Emma going. “But it was necessary that I find a way to make contact with you that your War Consort and Vizieress could not get wind of.”
Well, there went Emma’s good mood. The possibility that the woman she loved could be plotting against her did not bear thinking about.
“No need to fret my Queen, there is no hint of disloyalty, merely the possibility of disapproval.”
Again with the figuring out her thoughts. Emma was tempted to reach into Peggy’s mind to find out how she kept doing that, but the spy’s thoughts were so labyrinthine and complex that even a telepath as confident in her power and skill as the White Queen hesitated to get in there. However, if Peggy meant what Emma thought she was saying, it was very good news indeed.
“Operation Mousetrap?”
“Is go, Your Majesty. Your prizes should begin arriving shortly”
Emma smiled. For years she had lusted after the women of the Disney Worlds, a neighboring interstellar confederation joined by trade agreements and mutual defense pacts, especially the Princesses that ruled many of them. But the combined wealth and power of the Disney Worlds far outweighed that of the Empire. Emma’s occasional musing about conquering them, therefore, was one of the few things Cyclops had ever said “No” to her about, and Jean had agreed. And despite her insatiable appetite for new lesbian love slaves, Emma had to concede her War Consort was right.
But though she would never question her beloved’s military genius, there were plenty of things that Skye Summers did not know. For example, that the Disney Worlds were currently experiencing an expansionist phase that could well lead them into conflict with the Empire. Or that in recent years the Disney Worlds had seen a movement seeking to limit and reduce the influence of the Princesses spring up, a movement that was growing stronger by the day.
Based on this knowledge, and without informing Cyclops and Jean, who would surely object to poking the mouse (exactly why the Disney Worlds chose such as their symbol was a mystery Emma had absolutely no interest in solving), Emma and Peggy had devised Operation Mousetrap; a series of near-simultaneous covert operations to abduct the main objects of Emma’s desire, and make it appear to be the work of homegrown anti-Princess radicals. The inevitable crackdown would trigger a backlash and by the time anyone realized who was truly responsible, the Disney Worlds would be wracked by civil war and unable to do anything about it, while the Princesses and other Disney beauties will have been trained to love their new roles worshiping the White Queen. Thus, in one stroke, a threat to the Empire would be removed and one of Emma’s long-held wishes would come true.
There was a reason why, despite Jean’s greater power and (not that she’d ever openly admit it) Storm’s greater beauty, it was Emma who was the Queen. It was time to remind her darlings why.