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Generation X : Evolution 1.
Emma Frost - The White Queen - dropped her bathrobe to the floor
and smiled as she passed her reflection in the mirror. Always unable
to resist taking a look at her nude form, she moved back to the mirror
and passed an appraising eye over her beautiful body.
She knew she was beautiful, she knew men wanted her, and that
women wanted her too. She didn't care, she liked the attention, she
used it to her advantage, made it a power to dangle just out of the grasp
of those who lusted after her.
Take Banshee, for instance, or Sean Cassidy if you preferred to
use his real name. He was Co-Principal of Xavier's School For Gifted
Youngsters here in Massachusetts, put there by the late Professor Xavier
because he didn't trust Emma by any stretch of the imagination. As the
Co-Principal, he had just as much power and authority as she did, and yet
she had always been the clear leader of the two, despite his past as a
leader and fighter. Because she confused and beguiled him with her beauty
and her charm, alternating him between lusting after her madly and wanting
to throttle her.
"All because of this," she chuckled, staring at her large, pale
breasts standing firm on her chest, her narrow waist and tapered hips,
long, long legs without an inch of fat on them, and set between those
magnificent legs was the ultimate treasure, coveted by so many and attained
by so few, bald pussy lips and the barest, almost invisible square of
blond pubic hair just an inch or so above her clitoris.
"Absolutely delightful," she chuckled, taking a moment to look
at her own face. She'd always been beautiful, but her beauty had been
considered a cold beauty by others. That had changed now, she'd softened
slightly as she'd become less manipulative and power hungry,
more interested in just getting her own way rather than in walked all
over people.
She moved away from the mirror, wishing that she could move it
so that she was able to watch herself while showering. She had more
freedom than the students, who shared gym showers (the boys had one room,
the girls another, both on different wings) and Banshee also had his
own private shower, although not as lavish and large as Emma's, of course.
She stepped under the water and smiled as she felt the warm
liquid hit her skin and begin pouring down her body, tickling her skin
as it ran over the still dry segments of her beautiful body. She cast
her head about, soaking her hair and plastering it to the side of her
face, opening her mouth to let the water enter her oral orifice.
She loved showers, she couldn't start a day without them, and
she loved mornings like this, when most of the ten students were away
on holiday and she could just stay in for as long as she liked, enjoying
the feel of the water running over her body.
Jubilee was currently visiting with Jean Grey and Scott Summers,
she'd been taken by Banshee, who would now be on his way to Muir Isle
to see his former girlfriend, Moira MacTaggert. Chamber had gone somewhere
to do something mysterious, or so he let the others think, Emma happened
to know that he was going to Graceland, he was a huge fan of Elvis', much
to his own embarrassment, and kept it secret from everyone but Emma, who
knew more about her students than they thought. Synch had returned to
his family to visit with his new baby sister, without Jubilee around
he had pretty much nothing to do, the two were close friends, Emma knew,
and she also knew both sometimes considered being more, but had no idea
the others felt that way. Penance was gone, forever, in a recent battle
with Empath, Monet's two 8 years old sisters had finally been freed
from the curse of their terrifying brother - Marius - and gotten out of
the mute body of the red skinned mutant with the razor sharp skin and
tight black leather straps.
Artie and Leech played happily, as always, in their little tree
house, built for them by Synch, Chamber and Skin, never bothering anyone
or anything.
Only Monet, Husk, Blink and Skin were left. Monet had chosen to
stay at The School because she was very uncomfortable with her sisters,
embarrassed that she hadn't sensed them trapped inside the strange mutant
body created by Empath. Husk was going back to Kentucky later this
afternoon, she'd be happy to go, without Chamber and Jubilee and Synch,
she wasn't too comfortable with the others, they hadn't developed as
close a friendship yet. Most likely because Monet was so superior to
everyone she meet, and Skin was usually making clumsy sexual advances
disguised as witty banter.
Blink was still getting used to living in this dimension again,
she'd been a scared little kid when she first met them all, during their
battle with The Phalanx. She'd saved them all by sacrificing herself,
causing a huge dimensional rift with her 'Blink' powers to teleport to
almost anywhere. Her own self-preservation instincts had tried to get
her home, but she'd spent most of her time in a kind of limbo before
hitting the right dimension at the wrong time. Appearing back in her
home dimension just after Legion accidentally murdered his own father
and changed the course of history to The Age Of Apocalypse. Valiant
heroes led by Magneto had set things right, and once again her instincts
had tried to pull her free as the dimension collapsed under a crystalline
wave. This time she was trapped in-between the AOA and the real dimension,
but with the help of Synch she'd been freed just in time for Generation
X to be attacked by another AOA survivor - Holocaust - and ripped back in
time and place to the Limbo world, where they had an
'interesting' encounter with The New Mutants (*) before finally returning
to the real Universe.... where Onslaught had caused Legion to kill Xavier
again and return them to the Age Of Apocalypse before the heroes managed
to stop him and return the Universe back to the way it was meant to.
Blink just kept training her body and mind into a well honed
fighting machine, telling them all that it was only a matter of time
before they got sucked into another dimension again.
Only Emma knew for sure whether or not she was joking.
And finally Skin.
Skin... he was staying because he had nowhere else to go, and
seemed to like it like that.
None of that was really important, though, Emma didn't want to
think about her students right now, she just wanted to enjoy her shower
in peace.
Grabbing a bar of soap, she began sudsing it over her waist,
quickly moving up between her large breasts and starting to massage her
large globes of titflesh. She moaned lightly, loving the way her nipples
grew erect, the water drumming against them and making them ache in a
light way that was incredibly erotic. She felt her pussy tingle and
smiled, her eyes closed and one hand heading down between her legs.
A hand grabbed her wrist, startling her into dropping the soap
from between her breasts. Her eyes widened in shock and she stared at
Monet, the young mutant beauty naked, her light, dark skin glistening
as water ran down over her body.
"Monet? What are you...?"
"Quiet," chuckled Monet, smiling slightly. She reached up and
took the former White Queen by her shoulders. Emma was so stunned that
she allowed herself to be turned around so that she was facing away
from Monet, looking up at the showerhead as she heard the younger mutant
step up close to her.
Monet slid her arms around Emma's waist and pressed her own
glistening, wet body against The White Queen's back, beginning to rub
herself up and down, working her firm, perky breasts against her teacher's
back.
"Monet, what are.... uh!" gasped Emma, interrupted as Monet's
deceptively delicate hands slid over her breasts, cupping the milky white
orbs and massaging the firm, yielding flesh.
One of Monet's other hands slid downwards between Emma's legs,
and she quickly began to saw one long, graceful finger up and down between
Emma's bald cuntlips as she began to nibble and suckle at the crook of
The White Queen's neck.
It took less than a minute of teasing fingering before Emma
forgot to be shocked and taken aback at Monet's bizarre actions. Soon
she was grinding her buttocks back against M's groin, moaning and gasping
in pleasure.
It took her only moments of enjoying Monet fingering her cunt
before Emma Frost was jerking and spasming her ass back, her cuntlips
clenching and unclenching around M's fingers as she humped down onto the
younger mutants fast, stroking fingers.
"You're mine," Monet whispered into Emma's ear,"Just my bitch,
aren't you!"
Emma didn't reply, her mouth gaping wide open, eyes half closed
and rolled back in her head as she thrust her trembling ass back against
Monet's hips.
But her eyes opened when she felt her tight little asscheeks
being pried open by the younger mutant, felt a finger pressing against
her tiny, puckered asshole.
"Monet, what are you doing?" she gasped.
"Quiet, bitch," whispered Monet good naturedly.
- Don't fight it - Emma whispered to herself, in complete and
total contradiction of her normal personality, - Just enjoy yourself. -
Monet's finger slowly pushed it's way forward into The White
Queen's asshole, parting her hot little rectum with steadily increasing
pressure. The unfamiliar feeling was uncomfortable at first, Emma had
only experimented a couple of times with anal sex when she was younger,
she hadn't liked it and as a result had never done it again. She was of
the personality type that found something she didn't immediately like
and discarded it.
But something soon turned different, the heat of her anus around
Monet's finger began to become a different kind of heat, the uncomfortable
feeling became very, very comfortable.
Feeling a mad compulsion to touch Monet, as if to prove that the
girl was actually real even though she could feel Monet’s warm breasts
pressing against her, Emma reached down between her own legs and slid
her hand over the other girl's hips. She moaned happily at the feel of
the younger mutant's skin, as well as the smooth motion of Monet's fingers
pumping in and out of both her pussy and her anus.
Then her face took on a puzzled look as she brushed over something
that was not skin or flesh, but firm and unyielding, like cloth. Monet
had something wrapped tightly about her skin, a strap of some sort? What
could Monet possibly have strapped on around her hips in a situation like
this.....?
Emma gasped as she realized what was going on, and what was about
to happen. She wanted to protest, but her strangely out of character
meekness wouldn't allow her to do so. Instead she just rested her face
against the shower wall, letting Monet twist and probe her fingers about
inside of her Principal's holes in preparation for the strap on dildo
Emma knew Monet was wearing.
As Emma's breathing and groans grew faster and louder, her orgasm
approaching quickly, Monet suddenly removed the fingers of one hand from
the horny blonde's cunt and the finger of the other from her Principal's
asshole. Emma moaned in disappointment, but did not protest out loud,
somehow that didn't seem proper somehow.
Turned around and pressed back into one corner of the large shower
stall, Monet forced Emma to look at her. The Ambassador's Daughter from
St. Croix was beautiful, her body naturally lithe and athletic, part of
her mutant gift that made her strong, intelligent, powerful and also
unbelievably arrogant sometimes. Her breasts sat high on her chest, they
were not overly large but neither were they small, and when she became
aroused, as she was now, they lifted and became perky, her nipples seeming
to point directly at Emma's hungry mouth. Her legs were parted so that
her feet were planted firmly on either side of the shower stall, giving
Emma a good view of the strap on dildo that Monet was wearing over her
shaven vaginal lips.
"Wh... what are you going to do?" Emma Frost - the normally
imperious and arrogant White Queen - asked of her student. She already
knew, she was looking forward to it, but she went through with the charade.
Monet just moved forward and pressed her now dripping wet body
against Emma's, coming eye to eye with her teacher before pressing her
lips down onto The White Queen's with a fierce passion that took Emma by
surprise.
Their tongues slid together as Monet casually slid a knee between
Emma's legs and lightly parted it even as the hand not currently gripping
her Principal by the back of the head grabbed the inner thigh of the
other leg and moved it aside.
Something grabbed onto Emma's hot ass and lifted the startled
woman up several inches into the air, bringing her ass forward so that
she was lying back against the bed, her ass hanging in the air, supported
by visible struts.
She was really confused now, as far as she knew, Monet had no
telekinetic abilities, so how was it that she was now hanging in mid-air?
And did she really care?
The answer, for now, was no.
Monet's hands now gripped under Emma's thighs, holding her legs
apart as she guided the dildo forward and pressed the tip against Emma's
soapy snatch. She found the entrance easily and, before Emma could even
think about protesting, thrust forward and buried inch after inch deep
inside of The White Queen's cunt.
Emma jerked back against the tiles, crying out in surprised
disbelief, as if she'd never expected things to go this was. But Monet
had a look on her face like the strap-on was actually a real penis, and
Emma knew there was no stopping her now.
Monet ground her crotch forward against Emma's, grinding the dildo
against her teacher's clitoris, forcing her back hard against the tiles of
the shower wall before pulling back till only the head of the thick phallus
remained inside, then thrust deep back inside. She quickly set up a hard,
rhythmic humping into The White Queen's cunt, fucking her pussy with stroke
after stroke, moaning out loud as if she could feel Emma's tight cuntlips
being opened before her, could feel the hot, wet tightness of her pussy
around the cock.
Emma grunted and whined in pleasure, surprised at the penetration
but enjoying it nonetheless. Usually she would psi-blast anyone who tried
to dominate her like this, but all Emma did here was wrap her arms around
M's neck and twist her own head back against the wall as she began humping
her pussy up against the thick dildo pumping in and out of it.
The fast friction of the dildo sawed over her clit was absolutely
delicious, making Emma moan and cry in lust as she allowed her student to
fuck her, her eyes half closed and mouth slightly parted as Monet's hips
slapped firmly against her thighs. Her ass ground and slapped back against
the wall as her cunt was pounded again and again by the dildo, offset by
the remarkable feeling of Monet suckling and nibbling away at first her
shoulder, then her breasts and nipples.
Emma's back slid wetly up and down the wall, grunting and moaning
as her sucking cunt was pumped with repeated thrusts of hard, unyielding
dildo, the friction on her clit and the fullness in her pussy driving
her over the edge towards a huge orgasm.
Then, right on the edge of hitting her climax, Monet pulled away,
ripping the dildo out of her pussy and leaving her feeling suddenly empty,
her cunt crying out to be filled again. The warmness of Monet's mouth
left her breasts and was replaced by hard, uncaring streams of water from
the showerhead.
Emma blinked her eyes and moaned out in disappointment, she'd
been so close!
Monet just grinned sadistically at her, enjoying The White Queen's
disappointment before grabbing her Principal and spinning her around so
that she was face first against the shower wall, her breasts squashing
against the wet tiles.
Once again the dildo pressed against Emma's hole, but this time
it wasn't her cunt, but her asshole. The dildo pressed firmly against
her anus, the pressure steadily increasing until Emma knew her little
rosebud couldn't take anymore, that it was going to open and let that
dildo (which now seemed huge) right up deep into her butt.
"Wa... wait, Monet," she gasped,"I don't like...."
Monet completely ignored her, and moments later the head of the
dildo pierced her tight little asshole and slid up into her, making it a
couple of inches before she had to stop and allow Emma's butthole to
relax, then pushing up again, resting, push, rest, push rest, until she'd
completely plugged The White Queen's ass.
"UH!" cried Emma, her eyes wide now, mouth wide open as she tried
to get used to having this big dildo plunging up her asshole. She'd never
liked this before, but now there was something different, now the pressure
in her asshole equaled pleasure, as it had when Monet had fingered her
butt.
Monet took no chances, however, and kept her woman's body pressed
against the tiles, not allowing her to twist away. Emma did squirm and
twist about, but not because she was trying to escape, rather because the
pressure/pleasure in her ass was becoming unbearable and she needed to
express her need to release somehow.
M gripped onto Emma's thighs firmly, holding her legs wide apart
as she pushed up hard, burying every last inch of her dildo into Emma's
rectum.
The White Queen gave out a strangled cry of pained pleasure, her
body halting in place, no longer squirming, just trembling lightly as
she tried to reconcile in her mind the fact that there was a dildo up
her asshole.
"Oh fuck," Emma moaned in disbelief.
"Like that, Ms. Frost?" chuckled Monet into her ear, then nuzzled
into the crook of her teacher's neck as her hands slid up her soapy waist
and gripped hold of her milky white breasts, kneading and massaging them
for a few moments before sliding one hand down between Emma's legs and
cupping The White Queen's cuntmound. She slid a finger deep into Emma's
cunt, then began to saw her fingers up and down over her clitoris as she
ground her hips against Emma's tight little ass.
After enough time had passed to get Emma used to the dildo in
her butthole, Monet began to pump back and forth, fucking her teachers
asshole with slow, precise movements designed to please the powerful
telepath.
Emma continued to grunt and moan, letting out light whimpers
but not resisting in any way, just allowing her butt to be fucked by
her young student. Her asshole had adjusted to the feeling of a dildo
inside of it, the pain was gone and had been replaced by a strange kind
of rasping sensation as her asshole was dildo fucked in time to the
finger playing over her clitoris.
Emma took in a deep breath, her body shuddering as a wave of
pleasure ran through her again, she'd been so close to orgasm earlier
that it took only the slightest thing to get her going right now. Her
entire body was so sensitive that even her breasts, squashed against the
tiles of the showerwall and rolling from side to side as she was fucked
up the ass from behind, were sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to
her clitoris, then to her brain.
The combination of Monet's rhythmic fingering of her clit and
cuntlips, the hard thrusting of the dildo up her ass and the feel of M's
hips slapping against Emma's buttocks was starting to build her up once
again to a huge orgasm.
M once more whispered into Emma's ear, this time it was filthy
obscenities as she explained to her teacher that now SHE was in charge,
that Emma was nothing more than HER bitch, HER whore, to use as SHE
pleased, when SHE pleased.
When Emma didn't protest at this denigration, Monet smiled in smug
satisfaction and began necking the older woman once again, nibbling and
suckling on her throat as she pushed Emma's chest against the wall,
pressing her breasts against the tiles as she fucked the dildo in and
out of her butthole.
Monet pumped harder and faster, rubbing Emma's clit with her
one hand as the other held Emma's upper body firmly against the shower
wall with her formidable strength. The dildo pounded up into Emma's tight
little asshole again and again, pushing her forward against the unmoving
wall. Monet thrust against her harder and harder, biting down playfully
on Emma's shoulder as her fingers played with the other woman's clit and
plunged deep into her sucking cunt.
Emma was gasping and sucking in air at an astonishing rate,
her orgasm fast approaching once again as Monet fucked her ass good
and fast, driving her ever upwards towards the powerful crescendo of
total, erotic bliss.
"AH!" she cried,"YES! YES! I....."
- WE ARE HERE! - boomed a strangers voice into her mind, shocking
her back from the showerwall, hitting Monet firmly and knocking them
both back. Monet began falling, the dildo up her ass taking Emma with
her, and as The White Queen fell she heard the voice bragging about how
they had defeated The Avengers. As the images of defeated Avengers filled
her head she realized she was still falling, falling, falling in the
shower straight onto her....
... bed.
- WE HAVE ALREADY DEFEATED WITH EASE THE GREATEST
EXAMPLES OF THE OLD HUMANITY, THE AVENGERS FELL BEFORE US EASILY, AND
ANY OTHERS WHO THINK THEY COULD CHALLENGE OUR POWER WILL SUFFER THE SAME
FATE. YOUR TIME AS MASTERS OF THIS PLANET IS OVER, NOW YOU WILL SERVE
US AS WE LIFT HUMANKIND TO IT'S RIGHTFUL PLACE AS EVENTUAL RULERS OF THE
UNIVERSE. -
What was going on? Emma wondered in shock, lying naked in her
bed, the sheets kicked aside, her legs wide apart and her hands between
her thighs, fingers deep inside of her cunt.
- YOU WILL SERVE US, OR DIE, - boomed the voice, then was gone.
Emma sat up, pulling her hands from her cunt and staring at
them in shock.
"That whole scene in the shower was false?" she asked herself,
absolutely confused, what the hell was going on?
Then her demeanor changed, her eyes became steely and her face
angry.
"Monet! That little bitch!" she growled,"She invaded my head
and mindfucked me!"
She leaped from the bed in a rage and stormed to the
door, throwing it open and striding out in the corridors without so
much as a thought of putting on any clothes.
- How long has she been doing this? - growled Emma angrily in
her mind, - Sneaking into my mind, fucking with my head, causing changes
on a subconscious level in my personality to make me more submissive
to her? -
She knew all about this kind of thing because she'd attempted
it herself once. After Monet had embarrassed her by hitting her with
telepathic feedback after an attempted mindprobe, she'd planted
a subconscious desire in Monet's mind to become submissive to her rival,
Jubilee. She'd telepathically watched with glee as Jubilee had seduced
Monet, but after Banshee interrupted her after Blink's return, M had
somehow lost the telepathic command (**). Now it seemed that she had, in
fact, discovered Emma was responsible and decided to get some payback.
Now it was Emma's turn.
Monet was in shock, lying in her bed, naked as the day she was
born, legs spread wide and hands planted firmly between her thighs.
She'd been greatly enjoying one of many erotic scenarios in
which she dominated Emma Frost's mind, when the telepathic message had
bombarded her and broken the link, which meant she hadn't been able to
clean up the underlying memory and traces of telepathic activity that
would instantly arouse Emma's suspicions.
"What was that? A fantasy of Emma's I accidentally unearthed
or something real?" she asked herself, coming out of shock finally as
her mind and body settled with each other once again.
The door to her room burst open, and before M could react, Emma
was leaping on her, throwing her back onto the bed.
"Sick little bitch!" Emma screamed at her,"I'll fucking kill
you!"
Monet gasped in shock at Ms. Frost's fury, and quickly pushed
The White Queen off her. Her strength was formidable, far above that
of The White Queen's, and she was able to roll off of the bed and get
some distance between them.
"Ms. Frost," she gasped,"We don't have time to...."
"Oh no!" cried Emma angrily,"This time you don't talk your way
out of it!"
Monet cried out in pain as a massive psi-bolt slammed into her
mind, knocking her physically backwards, hitting the window and smashing
through it. She fell from her second story dormitory room down onto the
hard ground below, her powerful, 'invulnerable' body easily taking the
fall, as Emma had known it would.
It took The White Queen only moments to get from Monet's room
to the outside of the house, where Monet was only just getting to her
feet. Skin and Husk had come running the moment they heard the breaking
glass, and now they stared in shock at the two naked women, one a student,
the other a teacher, facing each other off.
"Ms. Frost... Emma," gasped Monet,"You must have heard the message
too, we don't have time for this right now."
"You heard the message too?" asked Husk in surprise, forgetting
momentarily that both women were naked, something Skin wasn't quite so
good at doing,"What was it all about?"
"It's the next crisis," muttered a new voice, and the pink skinned
Blink appeared beside her, her skin hot and flustered, her tight green
top and flowing loincloth plastered to her skin. She'd been training,
as usual, when the message came,"Another one for us to just barely survive
before the next one."
Blink's mood alternated from cynical good humor to angry lashings
out, right now she just seemed resigned to the situation, she was even
taking Emma and Monet's nudity in her stride.
"Oh bullshit!" snapped Emma angrily, shocking Husk, who was always
a little shocked to hear swear words,"It was Monet, fucking with all of
our heads, like usual!"
"That's ridiculous!" returned Monet,"If anyone has a history
of playing with people's minds, it's you!"
"This ain't going to help us any," Skin finally said, even though
he'd been more than a little interested in finally (FINALLY!) seeing
both Emma and Monet naked, he'd grown up in a neighborhood where it
always paid to be on your guard, which was paying off now,"We got us some
company."
The other three students and one teacher turned to look in the
direction Skin was currently looking, and each one's eyes widened as they
saw what he'd seen.
Five men dressed in togas that accentuated their powerful frames
stood at the edge of the forest on the School's grounds, each one similar
to the other. They were of uniform height and size, all had blond hair,
blue eyes and a lightly tanned skin, all were smiling with the same
arrogant smugness.
They were just like the men they'd seen in the telepathic message,
the men who had defeated The Avengers.
The Avengers.
The five of them, on the other hand, were not even one half of
Generation X.
They were screwed.
(*) I promise I WILL write this story! I know it's been
three years since I first brought it up, but I WILL write it... I mean
it, I will.... soon, really. Dimitri (currently under siege).
(**) As recounted in Herald Of Armageddon, available upon request
from me at : dimitri_resides@yahoo.com
End Generation X : Evolution 1.
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