Jean looked at the first question.
"Why is Katherine Pryde so magnificent? Is it because:
A. She is so smart?
B. She is so beautiful?
C. She is so tough?
D. She is so elegant?"
Jean Gray was confused. Presumably the questionnaire meant Kitty. But what was it about? Of course she had always respected how smart Kitty was, especially with computers.
Jean pressed the first one.
* * *
Jan moaned as Reed pulled her hair.
"You need handles," he said. "You should have pigtails."
"Yes, master."
"Call me Dr. Richards."
"Yes, Dr. Richards!" Jan giggled.
"Shut up, you little tart!"
"MMGHHHHHPH!"
He yanked on her hair, thrusting his cock between her lips.
Jan moaned. Dr. Richards was soooo smart! And soooo hot!
* * *
"Fuck me!" Sue moaned as she spread her legs. "Fuck me, you fucking bastard! I want you to fuck me in every hole! I want you to cover my face with your jizz! I want you to fucking use me like a cumbucket! Every perverted fucking desire, Johnny! Everything you've ever fucking wanted to do with a slut! Do it to me, you fucking sexy bastard!"
Johnny couldn't believe this. And it was so hot.
"What are you waiting for?" she moaned. "FUUUUUUCK ME!"
* * *
Katherine giggled as she picked-up another pair of panties she liked almost as much. This one was also a strap-on, with a giant black rubber sticking out, reading to fuck the shit out of anyone she wanted. But inside was still a big fat butt plug for her ass and nice hard ridges to make her fucking totally excite her clit.
"Soon...."
Then she typed on her computer. Her computer hacking skills would allow her to look through the camera on anyone's computer in the mansion.
Jean Gray's face appeared.
Katherine cackled. The bitch's eyes seemed unusually wide and empty as she stared dumbly at the screen. Jean wrinkled her brow, trying to make sense of it.
"These words so hard," Jean sighed. "What's this question say? Wish Katherine was here. She, like, so smart. She could, like, totally read it."
"God, what a bimbo," Katherine grinned as she rubbed her cunt and watched the show.
* * *
As Madame Medusa didn't choose anything, the choice was made for her.
She shrugged. Why had she been so worried about that question. Of course she'd sometimes spank her underlings. But only when they needed it. It was for their own good.
Her superstrong hair was very useful for discipline. Sometimes she'd wrapped them in her hair, immobilizing them so that she could spank them by hand. Sometimes the hair itself would spank them. Sometimes the hair would do other discipline, like giving part of their body a good squeeze.
It was amazing how much better behaved a male could be after one tap her hair wrapped around his balls.
Madame Medusa was firm but fair. It was for their own good.
She glanced at the next question.