On her hands and knees the White Queen reeled from the force of Jean's psychic wave. Emma fought to think as the aftereffects of the telepathic spike continued to disrupt her mind.
How had Jubilee, a mere flatscan even if she was a bloodsucker, managed to resist Jean? No, that wasn't important now. The real question was how had Jean Grey managed to do this to her? To the White Queen, the deserved leader of the Hellfire Club. How had the Black Queen become so powerful? Her body might have been that of an oh so fuckable teen girl but her mind had the power and training and corruption of many more years. And it seemed so familiar.
It was not as if this was the first display of the teenage bitch's power. The Black Queen had gotten into her head, first transforming Emma into a lipstick lesbian (for which she had been made grateful), then made to kill herself (for which she was not), and finally resurrecting her as the true White Queen and not the mewling "heroic" wimp she had become (for which she was most grateful of all).
Still fighting to hold to her reason, Emma glanced up as Jean instructed Jubilee to conceal herself amongst the Avengers and travel with them to New York. Her eyes travelled up Jean's long legs to their junction and Emma almost lost control of herself as she remembered the taste of the cunt beneath that black thong. A part of her wanted to crawl to Jean and beg forgiveness, beg to display her loyalty and her lust.
~My Queen!~
Like a drowning woman clutching to flotsam Emma's mind latched on to the telepathic message from Sophie, her White Princess.
~Borrow my strength, your majesty.~
Suddenly the worst of the psychic effects were gone as the power of her loyal Cuckoo was added to Emma's own. Eyes narrowed, Emma Frost was already considering how she would repay Jean and Jubilee for their actions.
~Queen, my sister Esme has a proposal you should hear...~
* * *
The astral plane - a place as malleable as a dream where time moves as swiftly as thought. The White Queen sat upon a splendid white marble throne. Four other thrones were set in a circle about a map of the world made of emeralds and blue sapphires and white diamonds and countless other precious stones. Upon the red and black thrones sat lifelike but soulless images of Jubilee and Jean.
The White Queen nodded as she recognised, sitting beside Jubilee in a smaller throne set on the same level as the vampire's, Professor X wearing a crown. Kneeling on the ground before the throne was Psylocke clad in red with blood dripping from her fangs. It was clear to her now how the flatscan had resisted Jean where she had failed.
A little below the level of the high-raised thrones in places of honour were five small thrones. Each was occupied by a princess, one of the Stepford Cuckoos clad in corset and thong of the appropriate color.
As Emma watched Esme stood from her seat and with an ostentacious stretch climbed the steps and into the green marble throne.
"So, that is your price, but what are you offering?"
The White Queen couldn't hide the pride in her voice. Esme had always been the ambitious one, the devious one. She had taken control of the Cuckoos when the Five-in-One had become the Four-in-One following Sophie's death in the riot at Xavier's. She had murdered Emma, which had only endeared her further to her victim.
"Only part of my price. I want Rogue as well. But what I offer is my support and as a token of it the mind and body of Rachel Grey." Her voice dropped, a deliberate attempt to make her sound more consipiratorial. "We can take her. Another psychic denied to the Black Queen and her own daughter besides. She's been a Hound now she can be your bitch. Jean can't mistake that."
An image of Rogue clad in the tattered remnants of her green and yellow uniform, most of the yellow torn suggestively away, formed at the centre of the circle of thrones. Beside her stood Rachel Grey. The time-displaced telepath wore a white corset decorated in shining white metal spikes which contrasted sharply with her red hair and red tattoos.
Emma gave artfully posed consideration to the offer. In the astral realm she had all the time in the world to consider. Esme rose from her throne and quickly moved to her mother's side.
"Please, your majesty, I want power. I want slaves. I want to scheme and betray. I want to be like you."
Her hand had slid slowly up Emma's thighs to stroke her thong. Esme batted her eyelashes insincerely as she traced the White Queen's labia lips beneath the thin silk.
"Very well, Green Princess." Emma placed emphasis on the word 'princess', enjoying how Esme stiffened at the taunt. "Gift me Pixie also, to be made my faithful fairy fucktoy by your ingenuity alone, and the tribute a princess owes a queen, and I shall agree to your terms."
Megan Gwynn appeared between Rachel and Rogue clad in a girlish creation of pink taffeta and lace which left little to the leering imagination and yet the winged mutant still seemed girlish and cute. But Emma paid it little attention as Esma bowed low to her queen and the blonde's mouth found the same sweet juices that were making her thrusting fingers slick.
Time in the astral plane flowed at a fraction of that in the material world. Time enough for hours of pleasure in three dozen heartbeats.
* * *
Returning fully to the physical world Emma remained on her hands and knees, continuing to pant and groan. It was beneath the dignity of the White Queen, but she would sacrifice even that for a time if it was the price for more slave sluts and power over the courts of the new Hellfire Club. Others would pay for this later.
Besides, now she was herself again she remembered further insults already casually thrown her way. The Black Queen had ordered Emma's delicious White King to meet the Avengers as if her love Ororo was no more than a servant of Jean's court.
Carefully and surreptiously she formed a telepathic link with the stormrider King Ororo. Storm was rousing Kitty Pryde from her bed.
"Come, little one," she told the groggy mutant, "We must meet the Avengers. They are impatient and untrusting."
Bleary-eyed and still a little drunk Kitty failed to notice how her old friend and mentor was admiring the brunette's body, and helpful hurrying hands shaded into lustful lesbian caresses.
Before the thrones Emma took the chance to admire the new and dangerous vampire Psylocke's bikini-clad body as Jubilee fondled her Red Knight's large tits. She wished she could seize their minds and play with them both in schoolgirl outfits - that would be far sexier and in keeping with her own wonderful imposed taste for exaggerated feminity. But there was no opportunity now, instead she would bide her time till Jubilee left and the Black Queen turned her attention back to the White Queen.
* * *
The astral stage was empty expect for the four princesses upon their asssigned thrones, and Esme who had resumed her higher position upon the throne of the Green Queen. She rose and strode towards the white throne, as regal as the White Queen at her most haughty.
"Sophie, we haven't forgotten or forgiven what happened you."
Esme's took her sister's hands in hers.
"Quentin Quire will pay for your death. We swear it. You know it as we become the Five-in-One despite our other loyalties. Rogue is our weapon. Once we're done he'll be utterly powerless and entirely at your mercy."
Esme didn't hide her ulterior motives, the power she would gain, but the Cuckoos understood. Quentin would pay.
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