Message-ID: <13415eli$9807271205@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: pjurado@aol.com (PJurado) Subject: (PJ) Mind Games (F/f/f, mc) (2/?) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <1998072620342200.QAA22260@ladder03.news.aol.com> 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. ******************************** -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----