Jean sat on the almost zombie Emma Frost’s lap looking at the boxes while Laura was seducing Jubilee. All of them had “Goodman, Lieber, Kurtzburg & Holliway” as the company on their shipping label. A memory of her first time as the Black Queen returned to her. She scanned the boxes for mental signatures and tried to scan the world around for them.
-You are awake my dear- the mental voice called back to her, -I’m glad to see you have awakened enough to reach out for me.-
-Who are you?- Jean called out with her mind.
-We will meet face to face in due time,- the voice was ever shifting, neither man nor woman, -For now Black Queen, restart the Hellfire, riaze the pretenders green and red courts, and let none, not the X teams, Brotherhood of mutants, SHIELD, nor the Friends of Humanity stand in your way.-
The voice went silent.
Laura brought Jubilee into Jean’s room. Jubilee was wide eyed as she looked at Laura in her latex thong and bustier and Jean in her leather corset and latex thong.
“Jubilee,” Jean smiled as she got off Emma’s lap, “I bet you have wanted to taste me since we met again.”
Jubilee was naked on Jeans bed with Laura pining her down.
“I know you can read memories from drinking blood,” Jean strutted over to the bed, “You can temporarily hypnotize others, and you have a degree of sadism that you need to sate.”
“Jean what are you doing?” Jubilee panicked.
“I am taking my place as the Black Queen, I am building my court and recruiting my allies,” Jean smiled, “I will also be making subordinate courts to serve me. I need a priestess to preach, and a confessor to find treachery before it can stall me.”
Jean put the image of Jubilee in a black latex nun catsuit with a flail in one hand and a flogger in the other a hooded hunk bound on his knees with his neck open for Jubilee to feast upon. These images and Jean’s voice bombarded Jubilee.
“Be my Black Bishop Jubilee,” Jean’s eyes narrowed, “Be my Black Bishop or be a mindless drone…”