Jean smiled at her minions, but she looked back at Emma Frost. She had no idea how much longer the jewelry would keep her a passive drone.
“Knight and Bishop, pleasure each other,” Jean said before turning her attention to Emma, “Emma, what were you thinking when you tortured me into becoming the Black Queen?”
“Shaw demanded that we make all the most powerful mutants willing leaders and soldiers for the Hellfire club,” Emma started, “I couldn’t help but be jealous of you and your power so I was enjoying torturing you.”
“What did you think when you saw my return as a child?” Jean asked.
“I was scared of what would happen should you reclaim the Phoenix Force again or take up the role of the Black Queen again,” Emma said, “Wither you would decide I am your enemy from the get go.”
“Emma,” Jean said, “You when you first met me you lusted after me so you corrupted me into the Black Queen so that we would be lesbian lovers. When I returned you were disappointed that I was an innocent child. You lusted after me regardless.”
“Yes,” Emma said.
“Emma tell me about the first time we met,” Jean asked again.
“Shaw demanded that we make all the most powerful mutants willing leaders and soldiers for the Hellfire club,” Emma said, “I couldn’t help myself but lust after you. It pained me to torture you but I knew the goody too shoes version of yourself wouldn’t accept a relationship with me so I set about corrupting you.”
“What did you thing when you saw me return as a child?” Jean asked again.
“I was sad that you were a child,” Emma said, “I wished that you had retained your memories of your time as the Black Queen. I viewed it as an opportunity to try again since we never truly fell in love together the first time.”
“Emma,” Jean said, “You are disgusted by men and have no desire to have sex with them. You are a lipstick lesbian, and desire sexy feminine women. You find yourself in love with me. You wish to be a Hellfire Queen again and be a submissive lover to Jean Grey the Black Queen. You want to start a new Hellfire court, a White Court for lipstick lesbian mutants.”
“Your Majesty,” Laura gasped, “You have to ride The Black Bishop’s Mouth.”
“In a minute,” Jean said, “Emma, return to your daughters. Spend your nights dreaming of me and preparing your daughters to become Hellfire Princesses.”
Emma rose and walked out of the room.
“Now, Jubilee,” Jean Smiled as she pulled off her thong, “Please your Queen!”
The orgasms lasted all night, but in the morning, Jean needed to seem normal