Message-ID: <13562eli$9808011242@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: pjurado@aol.com (PJurado) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Subject: (PJ) Mind Games (M/f, consent, mc) (4/4) Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <1998080103383800.XAA28387@ladder03.news.aol.com> Mind Games by PJ http://members.aol.com/PJurado/index.html Chapter 4 Sebastian Shaw, Emma Frost, and Jean Grey entered the immense situation room. A huge wall monitor displayed a map of the United States, with glowing red dots representing distribution sites for Sebastian's lethal mutant virus. Sebastian placed a burning cigar in his mouth, inhaling deeply as he observed masked operators coordinate the virus' release. "How much longer?" asked Jean. "Five hours." "And then the world and all the mundanes that live upon it will be ours," purred Emma. "Indeed, my dear. Indeed," smiled Sebastian. A digital time display appeared in the upper right corner of the monitor display. It began counting down to zero, speeding to the death of all mutantkind. Sebastian savored the rich tobacco of his cigar, then turned to leer at Jean, who stood at his left side. "Come my dear, we have time to kill," chuckled Sebastian. "Then let me divert you, my lord," smiled the Black Queen wantonly. Sebastian placed his left arm possessively around Jean's shapely waist, guiding her out of the dimly lit chamber. Emma watched the couple leave, her eyes smoldering with jealousy. The White Queen stalked out of the room, marching to an intimate meeting of her own. "I'm so glad that you've rejoined us," grinned Sebastian while he took off his long tailed colonial jacket. "So am I, my lord," replied the Black Queen, folding her black cloak over a ornately carved chair. She undid her hair bun, allowing her long fiery red-gold hair to cascade down her back to her alluring buttocks. Sebastian seized the back of Jean's neck, pressing her face against his, ravishing her red lips with his mouth. "You're mine," whispered Sebastian when he ended the embrace. He buried his face in Jean's rich hair, nibbling on her neck. "Yes, my lord," panted Jean. "Take me." The reinforced metal door slid open, revealing the White Queen with her right hand resting on her hip. She entered the small cell, waiting until the heavy door hissed shut behind her. She looked down at the naked young woman who was the cell's sole occupant. "Pathetic," sneered Emma, watching Psylocke's trembling form with derision. "The things..the horrible things they did to me," stuttered Elizabeth, her arms wrapped tightly around her stomach. "The guards will continue to do horrible things to you unless you get yourself together and help me!" "Help..you? How?" "Your slut friend, Jean Grey, is becoming an obstacle to my goals. I thought I could control her through her Black Queen persona, but my partner seems to have taken an unfortunate amount of interest in her. I need your help to get rid of her." "Why should I?" retorted Psylocke, her glazed eyes slowly coming back into focus. "If you do, you can go. I'll even innoculate you against the mutant virus." "What virus?" asked Psylocke, frowning in confusion. "There's no time to explain! Will you help me or not?" "Yes, I'll help you," replied Elizabeth, staring at Emma intently. Sebastian leaned back into the cushioned chair, groaning softly while Jean knelt between his legs, sucking wetly on his cock. The Black Queen was naked except for the black choke collar that encircled her neck and the black silk gloves that encased her hands and lower arms. "Good," murmured Sebastian, running his hands through Jean's thick hair. Jean licked up and down her lover's pole, her lips leaving saliva in their wake. She nibbled on the engorged tip, her white teeth teasing the head until it trickled cum into her eager mouth. Jean slid the cock into her warm mouth, her cheeks taut as she allowed the shaft deep into her narrow throat. The Black Queen's head bobbed up and down lewdly, her lips smacking loudly as she caressed Sebastian's member with her sucking orifice. Feeling an orgasm approaching, Sebastian took Jean's arms and guided her to his lap. She straddled his legs, lowering her red-haired cunt to his quivering cock. Jean groaned huskily as she sat on Sebastian's shaft, the pole thrusting through her tight vagina. The Black Queen wrapped her gloved arms around Sebastian's neck, using him for support while she humped his crotch, her bare buttocks quivering with each smacking impact. Jean threw back her head, her mouth open and moaning, her hips gyrating forward, forcing Sebastian's cock harder into her belly. The White Queen grimaced, touching her temple briefly as she walked down the steel walled corridor. "What is it?" inquired Psylocke, noticing Emma's discomfort. "I share a link with Sebastian, similar to the one shared by Jean Grey and Scott Summers, I'm feeling what Sebastian feels right now." "What is it?" "Nothing," replied Emma, her right hand sliding to her crotch before she halted the impulsive motion. "We have to hurry." Jean sat facing away from Sebastian, her legs spread apart as she fucked her lover's wide meat pole. She rubbed her clit with her right hand, the lips of her labia pried wide apart to accommodate the veined spear shoving deep into her pussy. Jean leaned back against Sebastian's firm chest, moaning while he fondled her creamy white tits. He pinched her hardened nipples, licking the back of her neck as she groaned in ecstasy. Jean bounced up and down, her breasts crushed together by Sebastian's strong hands. He slid his fingers across Jean's hot, sweaty flesh, caressing her stomach then rubbing her inner thighs. Sebastian spread open the moist folds of the Black Queen's cunt, his cock squishing into the naked woman's pink slit. Jean leaned forward, placing her hands on her knees, squatting on Sebastian's thumping cock. The Black Queen panted harshly, fondling her tits as she thrust her ass down on her lover's rock hard shaft. Sebastian squeezed Jean's tight bare buttocks, relishing the feel of the hot sensuous flesh under his fingertips. Jean felt the climax building in her pussy. She increased the violence of her gyrating, shoving Sebastian's cock even deeper into her cunt, till his balls bounced against her twat. Sebastian grunted like an animal, holding tightly to Jean's bouncing hips, thrusting his member into the sluttish pussy of the woman before him. Both lovers moaned as one as their orgasms propelled their minds into a warm delicious fog. The door to the bedroom smashed inwards. The White Queen strode in, her cloak swirling around her lithe frame. "Damn you, Sebastian! We stand on the brink of global conquest and all you want to do is fuck some brain-washed whore!" shouted Emma. "How dare you!" roared Sebastian, throwing Jean off of his lap, glaring at Emma with his fists clenched. "Virus release in ten minutes," reported a voice over an intercom in the hall. "No. Jean! We have to stop it!" exclaimed Psylocke desperately. "I stay with my lord," replied the Black Queen, bare breasts gleaming with sweat, her sticky hair spread over her back like a living cape. "Bitch!" spat Emma, her white gloved hands burning with green psi-fire. She reached out for Jean, who countered with her own purple-red psi-fire. The two women clasped hands, dueling telepathically while their bodies were engulfed in mental flames. "Damn," muttered Sebastian, shielding his eyes from the blinding psychic energy spilling from the two women. "Stop the countdown!" ordered Psylocke, gathering purple psi energy in her right fist. "I think not," replied Sebastian, zipping up his black silk trousers. Psylocke released her psi-bolt, impaling Sebastian in the forehead. Sebastian screamed in agony, falling to his knees. Elizabeth grabbed Sebastian's limp arm and dragged him out of the bed chamber, Jean and Emma still dueling silently behind them, only flares of mental fire marking their conflict. "Two minutes to release," reported a masked tech from his console seat. "Stop the countdown!" ordered Psylocke, throwing Sebastian into the situation room before her. Sebastian slammed into a computer console before bouncing agilely to his feet. "Thank you for that," smiled Sebastian, punching Psylocke in the face. Elizabeth rolled with the punch, lashing out with her left foot. Sebastian let the attack smash into his bare chest, the force of the blow pushing him back. He rushed forward in a blur, punching Psylocke in the belly and on the chin. Psylocke flew back, crunching against a wall before sliding to the cold metal floor. "You must have forgotten about my ability to absorb kinetic energy, pity for you," grinned Sebastian smugly, pulling Psylocke's slack face towards his by yanking up on her long purple hair. "Virus released," declared the mercenary console operator. Sebastian let go of Psylocke's mane, turning to face the display monitor as little red dots expanded to become burning ruby suns that devoured the entire map of the US. The screen switched to a global map, with a red wave emanating >from North America to cloak the entire planet. "I win," chuckled Sebastian, the chuckle growing into a victorious bellowing laugh. "Oh, no," moaned Elizabeth, her eyes brimming with tears. "Whore!" growled Emma. "Bitch!" snarled Jean. The two telepaths continued to wage war in each other's minds until a mental scream roared across Jean's brain. She gasped as she felt her psychic bond with Scott snap like a fragile strand of cord. "No, Scott," breathed Jean. Jean screamed when the White Queen's psi-bolt slipped past her crumbling defenses and spiked into her mind. She fell to her knees, Emma standing arrogantly over her. "I was a fool to use you. Now I rid myself of you once and for all." Jean wiped drool from her mouth, staring up at Emma with her shining green eyes. A stream of psi-energy gushed from Jean's naked body, smashing against Emma. The White Queen hastily built a shield, but the force of the attack propelled her against the far wall. Jean rose to her feet, her breasts heaving while she focused more power into her mental assault. Emma gritted her teeth, perspiration beading on her face as she used all of her ability to maintain the faltering psi- shield. The green barrier shattered like glass, allowing Jean's psi-energy past. The White Queen grasped her head with both hands, her brain on fire from Jean's bolt. Emma fell unconscious to the floor, her limbs twitching spasmodically. Jean swayed on her feet, barely catching herself on one of the walls. Jean glanced at her naked body, then at the costume of the Black Queen that lay nearby, beckoning her. She could feel the Black Queen's personality, her dark side, writhing within her mind, begging to be set free. Scott's death had freed her from her black impulses, but they still existed, they still tempted her. Tentatively, Jean reached out for the dark clothing. Two guards supported Psylocke's limp body as they marched down the brightly lit hallway. "Do you want to take her in the ass tonight?" asked the first guard. "Nah, you can. I want her to suck my cock then drink my cum with that hot little mouth of hers," laughed the second mercenary. "Heh, yeah," agreed the first guard. Both guards froze before collapsing to the floor. Jean lowered the telepathic cloak of invisibility she had projected, kneeling next to the naked Psylocke. "Elizabeth, are you alright?" "Jean? Is it really you?" moaned Psylocke weakly. "Yes, it's me, the real me. We have to get out of here." "I'll need some help," smiled Elizabeth. Jean wrapped Psylocke's right arm around her shoulders, slowly pulling the young heroine to her feet. Jean re-established the invisibility field around both of them, covering their escape from the White Queen's mansion. Sebastian sipped appreciatively from his glass, listening to reports from around the world of super heroes and villains falling dead from unknown causes. Mundanes either panicked from the loss of their protectors or they rejoiced at the supposed end of homo superior. Sebastian dreamed of how he would take advantage of his genetic superiority when a masked soldier respectfully stopped at attention behind him. "What is it?" sighed Sebastian. "The female prisoner. She..ah..escaped." "Escaped? How?" "Mistress Black Queen took her. We caught them both from a hallway cam." "Not again," groaned Sebastian, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Have you informed the White Queen?" "She's..indisposed," reported the guard nervously. "Let me guess, the Black Queen." "We believe so, my lord. The White Queen seems to be suffering from mental shock." "Alert the entire compound, search every inch of the grounds." "The Black Queen can hide from the guards. She's probably already gone." "True, but we must be sure. Carry out your orders," growled Sebastian, his hand closing around the sides of his glass until it shattered in his grip, spilling liquor on the polished floor. "Sir!" saluted the mercenary, rushing gratefully from the room. "Run, Jean. Your friends and allies are all dead. You and your purple-haired slut are the last heroines on Earth, and soon you will join your dearly departed comrades," promised Sebastian. 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