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Mind Games
by PJ


Chapter 2

Jean Grey stood before a full length mirror, pulling a black silk glove up to
her right elbow.
She looked into the polished glass, gazing at the black brazier that adorned
her torso, black panties, and black knee boots.  The choke collar around her
neck felt tight and constraining, just like her red hair that was bound up in a
severe bun over her head.  Jean touched the black beauty mark on the left side
of her red-painted mouth.  She stared into the cold, piercing green eyes until
the Black Queen emerged to take control.  She smiled coldly at herself, placing
her left hand on her hip to admire her new attire.


"You look much better, my dear," complimented Emma Frost as she offered Jean a
glass of wine.

Jean acknowledged the remark with a nod, accepting the wine and taking a deep
swallow.

"Now that we're partners, what is your great plan for world domination?"

"You'll find out soon enough.  We must wait for someone to arrive first."

"Sebastian Shaw?" smirked Jean.

"How did you know?"

"You thought it briefly."

      "I shall have to remember to guard my stray thoughts around you,"
said Emma with a brief glare at Jean.  The Black Queen smiled even wider,
sipping idly from her glass.  Jean walked to a set of tall windows, gazing out
at the sunlit countryside.

"We have an intruder on the grounds," reported Jean.

"What?" replied Emma.  The blonde woman scanned with her own telepathic
powers, detecting nothing.

"It's one of the X-Men's allies.  She's cloaking her presence, but I can sense
her."

"Tell me where she is and I'll summon the guards," said the White Queen
sharply, moving to the intercom on her desk.

"Why don't we take her?  It will be more fun," grinned Jean cruelly.

"Alright," replied Emma.


Elizabeth Braddock moved through the light forest, scanning passively with her
mind for any guards that might be hiding in the foliage.  She had followed the
White Queen's trail to this isolated estate, leaving her car on an abandoned
side road so she could penetrate the grounds on foot.  The telepath wore a dark
purple bodysuit that clung tightly to her slim, well-endowed figure.
She wore her shoulder length purple hair in a loose ponytail to keep her locks
out of her eyes.  The day was proving to be very warm, sweat gathered on her
forehead and upper lip as she advanced closer to the immense three story
mansion hidden deep within the wood.

A brief spike of mental energy was Psylocke's only warning when the green
psi-bolt splashed against a tree to her left.  Psylocke dove to the ground,
scanning carefully for her attacker.  She detected two telepaths in the area,
one to her right and another behind her and to the left.  Psylocke's forehead
glowed with violet mental energy as she launched her own psi-bolt at her
assailant to the right.  Not knowing if it struck, Psylocke sprinted forward,
trying to put some distance between herself and her attackers.

A loud grinding noise made Psylocke stop and look behind her.  The young
woman's eyes widened when she saw a huge tree rip up from the ground and fly
towards her.  Psylocke hit the ground again, just barely evading the tree while
it flew over her and smashed into two more trees nearby.  Elizabeth rose to her
feet, catching a glance of a white cloak to her left.  She managed to raise a
psi-shield just as the White Queen extended her hand and fired another
psi-bolt.  Green light clashed with purple, the psi-bolt crackling against
Psylocke's telepathic barrier.  The White Queen extended both of her white
gloved hands, adding more of her power to the streaming psi- bolt.  Psylocke
staggered back until she smacked into a tree, she gritted her teeth trying to
maintain her shield against the deadly assault.

The crack of a whip jarred Psylocke's concentration.  A thin leather cord
wrapped around her neck, forcing Elizabeth to turn her head right.  She stared
in astonishment when she spotted Jean dressed in the garb of the Black Queen,
her teeth bared in a vicious grin.  Jean sent a psi-bolt of red energy through
her whip, shattering Psylocke's shield.  Psylocke screamed as the psi-bolt
smashed into her brain, hurling her into unconsciousness.  White and Black
Queens walked up to their prone victim, chuckling with pleasure.

"Whatever shall we do with her?" inquired the Black Queen.

"We'll think of something," giggled the White Queen.


Emma stood near her bedroom window, inhaling deeply from a cigarette.  She
watched the black night sky, with its collection of stars twinkling high above.
Her bedroom was lit by candles, their perfume permeating the large, richly
furnished chamber.  A fire roared in a huge fireplace on the far side of the
room, the heat from the flames making Emma's skin glimmer with perspiration.
She glanced at her huge four poster bed, where Psylocke lay naked and
unconscious.  The senseless heroine had a white ball gag in her mouth and
handcuffs fastened to her wrists, which dangled behind her back near her
sensual buttocks.  A thick metal inhibitor collar lay wrapped around Psylocke's
neck, blocking her powers.  A purple rubber harness wrapped around Psylocke's
full breasts.  

The Black Queen stood on the opposite side of the bed facing Emma.  She
removed her black boots, then unclasped her long black cloak.  Letting the
garment fall to the floor, Jean slid out of her black panties, then untied her
brazier just enough to let her breasts partially escape, her nipples erect with
excitement.  Jean unbound her long red hair, climbing onto the bed where her
limp prey waited for her.  The Black Queen placed Psylocke's head in her lap,
brushing her bare fingers across the girl's forehead.  Elizabeth opened her
eyes with a start, then stared up into Jean's gorgeous face.

"Relax.  Let go," commanded Jean, slipping a tendril of her telepathic power
into Psylocke's mind.  Rendered powerless by the inhibitor collar, Elizabeth
could do nothing to fight the Black Queen's mental directive.  Psylocke relaxed
her limbs, her eyes became glazed with lust.
Jean caressed Psylocke's tits, pinching the nipples with her fingers.  Psylocke
moaned through her ball gag, she writhed slowly under the Black Queen's lewd
attentions.  Jean rubbed Psylocke's left cheek while fondling the girl's right
tit, squeezing the pliant warm flesh.  The White Queen finished her cigarette,
grinding the butt into a crystal ashtray nearby.  She removed her own cloak,
boots, and panties, joining the two young women already on the soft bed.

Emma pried Psylocke's thighs apart, bending down to lick the warm firm flesh. 
Elizabeth groaned, her pussy quivering in arousal.  Emma rubbed her mouth
against both of Psylocke's inner thighs, then licked up the naked girl's slit. 
Psylocke moaned loudly again, drool escaping from around the ball gag to drip
down her small chin.  Jean massaged both of Psylocke's breasts, squeezing and
rubbing the melons together.  The White Queen sucked on Psylocke's labia flaps,
pulling on the folds of warm pink skin.  She inserted her tongue briefly into
Psylocke's cunt, tasting the juices gathering within her pussy.  Emma licked
Psylocke's asshole, then bit one of the girl's buttocks.  Elizabeth moaned,
closing her eyes in ecstasy.  Jean removed the gag, lowering her face to kiss
Psylocke violently on the mouth.  Psylocke returned the kiss, opening her mouth
wide for Jean's insistent tongue.  Jean placed her left tit against Psylocke's
face, allowing the horny girl to suck wantonly upon it.  

Emma nuzzled her mouth inside Psylocke's dripping hole, licking the wet
interior of the girl's trembling vagina.  The White Queen placed her hand under
Psylocke's buttocks, squeezing the shapely rump while she rolled her tongue
inside Elizabeth's cunt.  Jean stood up on her knees, positioning Psylocke's
face under her crotch.  The Black Queen lowered her pussy onto Psylocke's eager
mouth.  Psylocke devoured Jean's red bush, her lips sliding over the Black
Queen's moist cunt.  Jean panted heavily, grinding her pussy over Psylocke's
mouth while her hands continued to fondle Elizabeth's generous tits.  Psylocke
probed deep into Jean's cunt with her mouth, drinking her captor's dripping
honey.  She rubbed her tongue across the Black Queen's clit, then shoved it
into the groaning young woman's anus.  Jean moaned loudly, thrusting her hips
even more violently against Psylocke's face.

The White Queen licked up and down Psylocke's pussy, lapping up the girl's
thick cum as it spewed from her vagina.  Emma fondled her own cunt as she ate
out Psylocke, her long fingers rubbing her engorged labia forcefully.  Jean
threw back her head, screaming with intense pleasure as she orgasmed into
Psylocke's sucking mouth.  The Black Queen transmitted her climax
telepathically to her other two partners, making Psylocke and the White Queen
gasp in shock.  All three females became limp, their bodies exhausted from
their sexual exertions.

Emma climbed out of bed when a loud roar came from outside.  She walked to the
window, watching as a black hoverjet slowly descended onto her manor's private
landing pad.

"Is it him?" asked Jean, fingering Psylocke's purple hair while the girl
licked her right leg.

"Yes, he's here," replied Emma, her eyes bright with anticipation.
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