Jean pulled her hips back a little, the exposed bulbous black head of the rubber double dildo almost slipping out of the valley between Rogue's smooth round asscheeks. The pleasure of the dildo shifting and moving against the walls of Jean's cunt was only heightened by anticipation as she moved to press its head lightly against the other mutant's anus.
The double dildo glistened with lube and saliva and pussy juice. Jean had already mercilessly fucked Rogue's other holes, drool covering the mutant beauty's chin and pussy juice still leaking down between her thighs from her slut cunt.
"I'd tell you to relax, Rogue. You might enjoy it more. But we both understand now that only my pleasure matters."
Jean knew nothing about anal sex, but Emma was an expert and their minds were so deeply connected now that Jean's understanding was intuitive.
Rogue was bent over wearing nothing but a Genoshan inhibitor collar and manacles on her wrists. The chain joining the manacles was long enough to allow her to reach behind and obediently spread her butt wide open. Ready to welcome the rubber intruder pressing slowly harder against her puckered asshole.
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"Mistress, uh Jean, not-- nuh-- not mah ass."
Rogue's hands fell away, but that was too late to slow Jean. With savage delight Jean pushed into Rogue's mind even as she pushed the tip of double dildo into the woman's ass. It seemed Rogue had a little more fight in her. Maybe if this had been the real Rogue she would have stopped... Maybe. Instead she was going to change Rogue's mind about what she wanted.
"Jean, no, fi-- fii--"
Rogue's fingers were back in her hot wet cunt, the pleasure distracting her as another inch of dildo forced its way into her. Then the sensation was too much and she squirmed away. Jean's cunt was virgin tight but it was sopping wet and not as tight as Rogue's ass. Rogue's retreat pulled the dildo three inches out of Jean, leaving a little more than that still embedded in her. The sensation of the ribbed rubber pulling along Jean's vagina even as her cunt clenched futilely against its exit was incredible.
That still left some of the double dildo buried in Rogue's ass. Realising she couldn't free herself with only the motion of her hips Rogue stopped trying. Instead the hand fingering her pussy pulled free to once again reach behind her.It was time to put a stop to that. Jean had found the source of resistance in the skunk-haired mutant's mind. Jean had turned the southern belle into a submissive slut, but apparently one still afraid of anal sex. Jean tore into Rogue's mind, careless of the damage to the women's psyche or sanity, and turned trepidation and revulsion into obsession.
"Jean, this isn't-- Fight this. Fi-- Fi--" Rogue's body trembled as her mind was scrambled and reordered. "Ffff-- Fuck me, mistress. Fuck me in the ass. Fuck mah dirty hole, mistress. Oh fuck, yes!"
Rogue suddenly pushed back as hard as she could, ass struggling to connect with Jean's hips. Driving the double dildo back deep into Jean's cunt. Steadily driving it deeper into her own tight ass. The two women, telepath and mind-slave, thrust in and out of one another till with a scream of pleasure Jean came.
"Mistress, ah need you. Fuck me, please."
Jean had pulled herself free with a slurp and a delicious trickle of juices, and pushed Rogue carelessly aside. Rogue's pleasure, like her pleading, was of no interest to Jean. Rogue's ravaged mind might recover with time but for now she was madly obsessed with being fucked in the ass. Rogue stood straight and caught the end of the flexible double dildo sticking out of her ass. She pushed the free end into her horny cunt and began to feverishly experiment with fucking both her holes at once.
"Emma, it was even better than..."
There was no need for her to finish the sentence. Jean and Emma's minds were connected more intimately than lovers.
"Than fucking sweet submissive Chantal, who loved to be dominated without needing a little extra persuasion?"
Emma had withdrawn her own double dildo of beaded hard glass from Kitty Pryde's wet cunt. Emma had been pounding Kitty Pryde's pussy hard until just moments ago. Jean liked the way the blonde's big tits heaved as she caught her breath, and the smaller but even more erotic swaying of the glistening transparent dildo protruding from the blonde bitch's exquisite slit. Now Emma was watching Jean with a smile of approval.
"Breaking her, making her mine and using her. It was incredible!" Jean replied with enthusiasm.
Kitty had a blank grin on her face, panting with her tongue lolling out. Emma had reduced Kitty's intelligence to little more than that of a cat. The brunette bimbo was happily palming her clit, keeping herself wet and ready for the return of Emma's attention and penetration. Kitty was purring, her hips twitching erratically. Evidently she'd been on the edge of coming and Emma wasn't going to allow her to finish herself till the White Queen was good and ready.
Jean bent to stroke Kitty's brunette hair as she watched her fellow X-Woman masturbate.
"Kitty Pryde. When I arrived out of time and frightened you took me under your wing. Professor K we called you. I admire you. You're my friend. But now you're so much better. Another obedient fuckable cunt. No, a pussy, hehe! Emma, can I play with her next?"
The look Jean directed at Emma was the perfect mixture of corrupt desire and innocent pleading.
"Let's save some depravity for our next lesson. It's time to take a pause from our pleasures. After all this is all for a higher purpose."
Emma pulled the glass double dildo out of her pussy with a delightful slurping noise, and less delightfully allowed the white thong she had never removed to once again conceal her sex. Reluctantly Jean stopped stroking the purring Shadowcat's hair and stood. Jean wore only a underbust corset, gloves and high-heeled boot leaving her small pert breasts and well-used pussy proudly exposed to the White Queen's gaze. All her clothes were in decadent black, of course.
The two telepaths allowed the moaning Rogue and Kitty to fade from attention and existence.
"Now, Jean, I need you to pretend you're a good girl again. We need to have a tiresome chat about power and responsibility. How terrible of me! I'll never live it down if I start quoting Spider-man."
"Emma," Jean sounded scared, "How did you stop? I'm afraid when I leave here I'll--"
Jean couldn't complete the sentence, instead she gestured wordlessly at her black outfit.
"Good. You're afraid, darling. If you're still afraid of what you might do, you're not too far gone."
Jean ignored the implicit threat.
"If I didn't know this was all just imagination. If I thought it was real. If some villain made me think-- Emma, I think I really could do those things to my friends."
"But you do know it's real and you won't do these things. Think. Know yourself."
"I don't--"
"I said think, you silly little strumpet."
Jean's eyes flashed with dangerous anger. But the slap of the words was what she needed. She paused and thought. Considered herself, and more through the deep synchronization with Emma telepathically examined her own psyche from an outside perpective.
"No, I won't do these things. I'll want to. I mean I do want to. I denied my real self so thoroughly I didn't even know I wanted to dominate people, women, sexually. But now I know... I still know what's right and wrong."
Emma stood a while regarding Jean, as if weighing her soul. Jean could feel that assessment even more strongly through the still steadily strengthening psychic connection that they had forged between one another. Eventually, and maybe a little reluctantly, Emma nodded.
"Enough for now, but we have a lot more work to do in future." There was no trace of her normal mocking tone, this was Emma the teacher and she was all business. But then the mocking tone was back as she added, "It seems the experiment is not yet concluded. Perhaps we have time for a little more depravity after all. Teacher has a special treat for you. Someone I think you'll want to dominate. A nasty stripper."
From out of nowhere a new girl stepped forward, a blonde about Jean's own age dressed in a slutty version of a Catholic schoolgirl outfit. A pink tartan tied matched with her pleated skirt. She wore an unbuttoned too-small shirt tied beneath her breasts and white thigh socks and black heels. She looked nervous, maybe even scared, as she looked around. There was a sense of weariness and defeat about her. Jean took an eager half-step forward, licking her lips as she recognised a young Emma Frost.
"Hello?" young Emma called out, evidently unable or rather not allowed to see the dominatrix telepaths standing in front of her.
"A rich girl whose parents disowned her now forced to strip for money. A valuable life lesson, perhaps. But, Jean, darling, perhaps you have some other lessons you'd like to teach her?"
"Oh, yes, I can think of more than a few lessons I'd like to teach this bitch," Jean replied hungrily. All her old anger at Emma remembered and now finding a delightful new target. A metal ruler appeared in Jean's hand.
Jean stepped forward confidently. The young Emma turned to look at her and her eyes went wide at the beautiful half-naked red-head who had suddenly appeared. More than half-naked; juice leaking from Jean's puffy pussy lips and her hard nipples were wet with other women's saliva. Emma took a frightened step back.
"I'm here about the job... I'll come another time," Emma was still slowly backing away from the woman confidently strutting towards her. Then she froze, one foot still off the ground as Jean's telekinesis seized hold of her body. "What-- What are you--"
Young Emma's question was cut short as her pink tartan tie rose like a dancing cobra and then struck to fill her mouth and silence her.Jean walked around her victim admiring her lithe body and lifted the micro-skirt to smack young Emma on her ass hard with the ruler. Emma tried to cry out but the cry and her pleading were almost completely muffled by the tie not just stuffed in her mouth but now wrapped around her like a gag.
"Oh, I'm going to enjoy this bitch so much, Emma."
Jean pulled down the frozen young Emma's panties and directed another slightly gentler strike of the ruler against the stripper's pussy.
"Is this really what a stripper looks like?"
Jean tore young Emma's shirt open and pawed at the small breasts cupped by an expensive push-up bra. Her mouth was curved in an ugly expression of distaste. The older Emma's tits were a magnificent example of the surgeon's arts but this girl's titties were little more than B-cups. As Jean was still groping the stripper, Emma was making improvements.
"Poor strumpet couldn't afford quality," Emma intoned with gleefully exaggerated distaste.
Beneath Jean's hands the stripper's breasts were rapidly expanding and losing their softness. Within seconds they had swelled to monstrous and entirely unnatural double-Gs, like spherical balloons utterly out of place on the young woman's chest. Young Emma's bra tore in two under the impossible stress and she almost passed out from terror. She might even have done so if the two telepaths hadn't been so ruthlessly in charge of her mind.
"Thank you, Emma. I'm sorry if I seemed ungrateful." There wasn't a trace of contrition in Jean's lustful voice as she paused, hungrily anticipating sucking on giant fake globes. "I have a present for you too."
Jean could feel that the connection between her and Emma had deepened again. There was no way her idea would be a surprise. Even their bodies seemed connected now. She knew Emma could feel her younger self's pussy as Jean violated the blonde stripper's cunt with a finger, not feel it as young Emma did but as Jean did warm and not yet wet about her finger.
In front of Emma a metal X-shaped frame appeared. Strapped to it was Jean. Innocent sweet Jean dressed in her old Marvel Girl costume with a few delicious slices exposing the choicest cuts of the red-headed virgin's body. A ball gag was in her mouth and she was still struggling futilely against her bonds.
"What a thoughtful present, Jean. Enough to make me nostalgic. But we were talking of ethics and consent is important. Do I have your permission to do whatever I want to this goodie two-shoes' body? I mean to your body."
"Of course, Emma," Jean's words slurped out around the nipple she was teasing. "Oh fuck, yes, I can feel her so tight around you."
Minds and bodies connected completely as they dominated and fucked their bound partners, it was inevitable that Jean and Emma would soon come with the most titanic of shared orgasms.