"So this is the big bad Black Queen?" Scotty said breaking the kiss and pinning her to the bed. He reaches up and flicks one of her hardened nipples causing the girl to moan.

 

"The haughty, intelligent and insatiable "Katherine Pryde" who rules her kingdom with a delicate iron fist he says with another tweak.

 

"All I see is little Kitty Pryde... acting out her fantasy of being the HBIC.... but that's ok... I'll let you continue this make believe of yours." Scott smiled down at the girl as he took her in for another passionate kiss. Katherine's body was alight with pleasure... everything Scott was doing brought her to heights she never knew existed... 

 

Pulling away from her Scott said "I do have one condition." 

 

"Anything..." moaned Katherine causing Scott ot have a predatory smile.

 

"It's simple you just need to remember that the head bitch in charge..." Scott said before slamming his monster into her waiting pussy as he hisses out "Is still just a bitch!"

 

Katherine's mind went white with pleasure, she realized that she may be the Black Queen and will still get to play with all of her servants and minions... the truth was that Scotty was the real power.

 

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Carol found herself standing in front of Reed Richards talking about... something it was hard to understand what he was saying to her. It didn't seem to be English... Carol nodded along to what he was saying nontheless.

 

Carol then caught a look at herself in the reflection off some piece of equipment... she wondered to herself why she had cut her hair so short... and why she was wearing such an unappealing body suit instead of one of her pretty dresses... and flats instead of her sexy heels that made her great ass look a-MA-zing.

 

Carol then realized that Dr. Reed Richards had stopped talking and was staring at her waiting for a response to a question. A yes, didn't seem to be the reaction he was looking for so she sheepishly admitted that she had missed the question. 

 

He shot her a look that seemed to cut her to the bone for some reason. Not one of anger... but of dissapointment... she didn't want to disappoint Dr. Richards!  That seemed strange for some reason... 

 

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Meanwhile, the real Reed Richards recorded a time stamp when Carol rolled over in bed and muttered out a "I'm sorry Dr. Richards... I'll be a good girl." in her sleep.