Hope Summers flung the door to Jean's Grey room open.
"Jean, are you all right?"
Hope had been awoken by a scream, or maybe the memory of a scream, from Jean's room next door. Trained by Cable, growing up in the post-apocalyptic wasteland of a future she hoped she had averted, Hope slept dressed ready for action in a baggy t-shirt and combat pants. She'd tossed on a jacket reinforced with kevlar hanging behind her dorm door. The red-head had hesitated before deciding against the gun hanging underneath it. Dealing with nightmares didn't normally require bullets.
And this was a nightmare, just not Jean's as she had expected.
In front of her Jean Grey lay sprawled on her bed, her legs wrapped around Laura Kinney's bare back. Between Hope and the two women lay X-23's sports bra sliced to bits and a black thong which must by process-of-elimination belong to Jean. It must have been Jean's thong because X-23 was slowly pulling her fingers out from inside Jean and the other girl wore nothing else between the bottom of her black corset and the top of her thigh high boots.
"I'm so sorry, Jean, I thought--"
Hope spun to face the door as she felt her cheeks begin to blaze with embarrassment. This wasn't Jean's nightmare, no it was Hope's now. She'd heard other girls dreamed of finding themselves naked in class. Now she would forever have nightmares about the time she'd burst in to find Jean and Laura having sex.
Mere minutes before Hope would have happily described Jean as having a stick up her ass and agreed that the prim and proper little lady needed to get laid to lose it. Now she seemed to have done exactly that, except she'd found the stick in her ass and shoved it up Laura's. The sight of those leather pants with a hole ripped in them, the clone's pussy glistening and the evidence of an invisible dildo of psychic energy in her ass didn't seem like something Hope would ever forget. And she was going to try.
"I'll go."
"No. Stay."
Jean's voice was commanding. There was an edge to it. Despite Hope's embarrassment she felt her hackles rising. "Stay". It was like Jean was talking to a dog. Hope took a step towards the open door. She was leaving.
The door closed in her face and Hope could hear the sound of a lock turning.
* * *
Jean Grey lay back on her bed, still feeling the blissful aftereffects of the orgasms that had wracked her body. Jean had been a virgin until her slave Laura had pushed her fingers inside the red-head's tight tight cunt. Yet paradoxically the Black Queen had fucked dozens of women.
The recollections of the orgies the older dead version of Jean's had organised at the Hellfire Club were still settling into her impressionable mind. The psychic imprint hidden in the Black Queen's costume had corrupted her morals and desires much faster than her memories. Other useful mental patterns were still moulding her as she became more and more the wicked Black Queen: years of extra training as Marvel Girl and all her corset-clad self's techniques for breaking and remaking weaker minds.
(And yet there was something more or less. She was not the same Black Queen.)
Jean understood that turning X-23 into her obedient assassin-whore had heightened the pleasure of their fucking. She idly toyed with the other woman's mind even as Laura gently teased at Jean's wet cunt. The clone's resistance was gone, all that she had learned since leaving the Facility that had made her rejected in favour of a return to complete obedience. Obedience and dedication to Jean's pleasure above all else.
Jean attended too to the psychic shields and illusions that protected herself and her new servant from discovery. In the throws of passion she had lost concentration. She frowned as she realised those closest to her room might even have heard.
The door was flung open and Hope Summers burst in.
The twin emotions of pleasure and fear surged through Jean's mind. Pleasure at her discovery, pleasure in being naked and aroused for another woman's viewing, pleasure at exhibiting herself still gently fucking. Fear of discovery, fear of having her pet taken away from her, fear that she might be turned back into the pathetic puritan she had rejected. Jean collected herself as Hope babbled first a witless apology and then excused herself.
"No. Stay."
There was danger here but an opportunity to be seized too. Hope Summers could copy her powers of telepathy, could become another weapon with which to dominate and transform the X-Men. Hope Summers could become a delightfully fuckable body whose mind was no more than an extension of the Black Queen's will.
Hope watched the door close, the lock turned by Jean's telekinesis. She half-turned toward Jean, a protest on her lips.
It was lost unspoken as X-23, claws extended, cut at Hope's flesh and tore a gash in the front of her t-shirt and tore away the right-hand side of her combat trousers. Hope cried out in pain as blood spurted from deep cuts. It was no more than a diversion. Jean struck into Hope's mind, finding the other red-head's mental defences even stronger than she had feared. Cable had taught her well. Jean was panting in exertion as she was forced out of the mutant messiah's mind.
"What's gotten into you?" Hope gasped.
Hope Summers grunted in pain as claws erupted through the skin abover her knuckles, but both those and her other wounds healed almost instantly. She dropped into a low fighting stance, ready to fight the topless X-23 with her duplicated abilities. At the same time she flared with psychic energy as she copied Jean's powers. Her formidable psychic defences were strengthened further.
"This ends now."
Jean could feel Hope try to copy Angelica Jones, Firestar's, powers. Clever. The flame-haired teacher was a floor above and several rooms over but still close enough. With her powers Hope could trigger a fire-alarm and bring aid running despite Jean's psychic cloak. Not clever enough. A look of consternation crossed Hope's face as her mutant power failed her.
"Can't stretch yourself outside this room? Rogue's example is so useful, plant just the right doubts and you can cripple any mutant's power. Now surrender that body to the Black Queen and I'll let you keep most of your mind."
Hope growled.
"I don't know what happened you, Jean. I'm going to save you and Laura. But first I'm going to enjoy beating the hell out of you."
Jean grinned as Hope entered into psychic battle with her even as X-23 stepped forward to protect her mistress from physical attack. Hope was trying to pierce Jean's psychic cloak and summon help that way. But dividing her attention between astral and material realms would only weaken her in both.
"Black Pawn, strip this disobedient bitch and dress her in my royal thong."
Jean still wore the rest of her costume. Black knee-high boots and matching gloves adorned her hands and feet. Laura had sprung her breasts free of her black corset and they glistened with her slave's saliva.
"Yes, your majesty, my life and loyalty are yours."
Hope laughed in disbelief but Laura advanced.
"I'm not your barbie," Hope exclaimed as she snapped a thrust at Laura. "You won't enjoy playing dress-up with me."
Laura allowed Hope's bone claw to stab into her as she relied on her healing factor to save her and grabbed Hope's hand. Laura shivered in pleasure at the pain as her newly twisted mind transmuted on to the other; a gift from her pimp mistress. More of Hope's costume was shredded as she failed to withdraw her claws from Laura's flesh in time to parry the clone's sharp reposte.
"Have you ever thought how alike we are, Hope?"
Jean smirked. It was no idle comment though Hope was not to know it. Copying Jean's powers of telepathy and telekinesis meant copying some of the nature of Jean's mind. She and Hope really were alike now. Alike enough to leave Hope vulnerable to the corrupting psychic imprint in Jean's costume. Jean shivered in anticipation of watching the heroine be corrupted just as she had been, but this time Jean would be ready to step in as the girl's psyche crumbled and shape its changes.
"No, because I'm not in the habit of dying."
Jean laughed and then there was no more time for laughter or barbs as the battle was joined properly. Hope fought with claw and fist against Laura and just as fiercely mind to mind with Jean. She was beginning to understand that her soul was at stake.
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