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"Mmmm, now for my Cuckoos," Emma purred. "Three powerful psychics together will make a truly lovely White Princess."
"Yes, very nice," Jean said. "And I want to visit a very good friend of mine."
"Yes?" Emma cocked an eyebrow.
"Storm," Jean said, remembering the dream. "I want my best friend to be on her hands and knees where she belongs, licking out my snatch. If she's lucky, I'll make her a Black Bishop, if I don't just make her my slave!"
* * *
Storm was relaxing in the garden, watering some plants, when a voice echoed in her brain.
~It's Jean. I need your help. Come at once.~
* * *
Emma strode throw the hall, rubbing a bullwhip against her cheek.
"Time for a new lesson, girls."
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