Emma Frost smirked. She knew the bitch she most wanted to be sucking her toes. Storm always carried herself like some snooty queen or goddess, thinking she was oh so much better than Emma. It would be wonderful to watch Storm crawl towards Emma, her big
black tits swaying, as she begged forgiveness for being such a stuck-up cunt to the White Queen.
Maybe Storm could be her personal "puppy." She would look cute with a studded collar and leash and some bells jangling from her nipples and clit.
But first things first, that Rachel Grey needed a stern talking to. Rachel was the closest thing to Jean who was currently around and didn't bother to hide how much she despised Emma's relationship with Scott. It's high time she was taught to respect her
betters. Besides, her powers could make things very difficult unless Emma did something about them.
"I think it's time to show your friend Rachel the sort of life she's meant to have...."