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"Fuck me!" Emma Frost shouted, passing down the corridors of the X-Men mansion. In a hall filled with students, she strode flashing her shaved quim and her bouncing fake tits.
Every inch of her had been sculpted, literally, to perfection, with a mix of the knife and her psychic abilities used to give off a physical impression of hotness that opened doors. It was how she got her way into the Hellfire Club, after all, having worked
her way up from a piece of meat for the members to ogle to the role of White Queen. She'd equally used it to slut her way into position as Cyclops' woman, taking it up from Jean Grey before her. There wasn't anyone she couldn't get with her charms.
Which made it all the more humiliating when, for the first time since she got herself on this track in life, she couldn't seem to get ANYONE with her charms.
"Fuck me!" Emma grabbed one of the students in the halls. To her embarrassment, the student looked down at her boobs, then back up at her face and his face crooked in absolute disgust.
"Eww, get off me slut," he said and shoved her away.
That didn't stop Emma. Instead, she rushed up to a teenage girl. "Come on, eat me out. You know you want to, and I'm so horny I could fuck a lion."
"Ugh, then why don't you? Get a clue, nobody wants you, White Trash."
Emma was nearly dumbstruck, not only at the outright refusal by not one but two people to fuck her, or the open disregard for her authority as Cyclops' woman, but by how sharply the name stung and how deep it got to her. They knew what kind of woman she was,
and yet, she could tell the name didn't mean they saw her for the sexual trashiness that could let her get into their pants.
No, she was White Trash because in their eyes, she was the kind of trash you throw out. She was undesirable, unappealing. As far as these people were concerned, her implants were on par with loaded garbage bags stuffed into her tits.
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Meanwhile...
"Johnny, are you there?" Susan cooed. "Your big sister wants to have some words with you."
She knocked on his door then entered, to see... to see...
"Great footage! I knew once we saw this happening to the heroes, we'd get some viewing gold."
Sue blinked at the corpulent creature on spider-like legs. She saw its face moments later: this was Mojo, and with him in Johnny's otherwise empty room was a camera crew and floating robots with lights on her.
"What are..." It dawned on her, when her mind flipped and she grabbed her large ribbed strap-on, what she'd come over her intending to do. "Oh god. Oh god. Was I"
"Yes you were! And lucky for you, we've been piping in our broadcast to some of your world's television stations, so they all know you were about to be an incestuous minx."
Sue's face went white with disgust. Moments ago, she was ready to dominate her brother, but now the humiliation of it and of the world having seen it hit full force. However, she didn't get the chance to complete her thoughts when, still standing nude aside
from a few accessories, Mojo tossed her an old costume. Something she hadn't worn since she had become a new mother. She lifted it up and stared at the cut-out of the number 4 on the chest, meant to show off her cleavage.
"Better put it on fast, toots," Mojo said. "You need to hurry out to Times Square in that get-up so you can let the good audience see the full power of a good cuckqueaning."
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