[Hacked together in a few minutes from an old failed draft!]
MJ ran a hand through Felicia's mane of white hair as she put on her high heels to finish dressing. Felicia lay naked on her front and purred, a hand between her legs as she lazily masturbated.
The White Queen had dismissed the concubines and X-alts gathered around her save for Strike-Captains Rogue and Marvel. MJ had swallowed her disappointment like the other women hoping to serve and returned to her chambers in the Hellfire's small harem.
The Consort Rachel Grey's telepathic summons had come while MJ and the Black Cat had been entwined in holy rites. On their homeworld of Arachne the divine beauty of their bodies, their sacred skills at pleasuring women and their blessed eagerness to display both had demonstrated the Totem Spirits' favour and each had risen high in the priesthood.
Their friendship and lust for one another had only deepened when their totems of Spider and Cat had blessed them even further, finding them worthy to become the carnal playthings of the White Queen and Her court. The Black Cat's probability manipulation skills had been discovered shortly after their arrival and their regular sex-ceremonies had continued unaffected by Felicia's status as a Powered Flatscan.
"Hurry back, Red, and I'll still be ready for you and a friend."
MJ leant over and rested her chin between Felicia's bare buttocks to take a deep inhalation of the scent of the Black Cat's leaking cunt.
"Have you seen my headdress, you naughty pussy?"
"Search me."
The motion of Felicia's ass changed subtly, evidently Felicia's finger had slipped inside her. An unsubtle hint as to where Felicia would like her friend to begin the search.
"I would if I had the time. Or I thought it would do any good."
As MJ stood and shook her head in mostly mock exasperation at her friend, she directed a slap at Felicia's shapely rear. Black Cat's purr only deepened in response. As MJ picked her way past a discarded black leather bikini fringed with white fur, Felicia rolled on to her back to display herself to the departing red-head. Big breasts and a hand running through neatly trimmed white pubic hair to dip in out of a wet pussy were healthy encouragement to hurry back.
Felicia waited a few minutes after MJ had disappeared from sight, still slowly pleasuring herself with one hand. Then her other hand slipped behind the headboard to retrieve a black tiara set with large rubies.
"A little, uh," Felicia's back arched as her finger slid against her g-spot, "compensation for running out on me."
In a whisper as she pushed herself as slowly as she could towards orgasm, Felicia Hardy offered her own private prayer to the Cat Spirit.
"I'm not just a concubine. I'm a thief. Born a thief. Raised a thief. Will die a thief."
* * *
Rachel smiled as she withdrew from MJ and Felicia's minds, the taste of their pussies mingling in her memories. Her own cunt was aroused from the psychic connection to the concubines. As a telepath and Third Consort to the White Queen herself it was a simple matter for the red-head to resolve.
A uniform of the science-caste.
Monica Rappaccini, Scientist Supreme, approached without a word and fell to her knees. She crawled forward a little and slipped her head beneath the white vinyl skirt. One hand pulled aside Rachel's white thong, another spread the red-head's pussy lips open and finally a tongue began the business of rewarding the women who had psychically dominated the scientist's mind.
Rachel turned to Kate Kane, the Bat Woman and defender of the dark planet of Gotham. The red-head was strapped in full uniform to a vertical X-shaped steel frame. Either side of her cowled head a pair of glowing globes filled with lightning pulsed and crackled. Beyond tesla coils crackled and a dozen women in science caste white tended to dials and gauges.
The orgasmatron was set so high it should have destroyed any Flatcan's mind with overwhelming pleasure. A quick and ecstatic death. But the Bat Woman was much more than a normal flatscan, her mental disciplines were extraordinary. Almost beyond what any non-telepath's mnd should be capable of, but not quite. Instead she was at the peak of mortal capability. It had taken weeks of mental probing and all the rewards of body and mind and orgasmatron to educate her.
As Rachel shivered in the pleasure's of the Scientist Supreme's oral sex she questioned her prisoner.
"If I'd asked she would have obeyed eagerly, instead I, fuck she's good, instead I turned her into my puppet. Because?"
"Because you wished to see how I'd react, highness?"
"Very good, uh, uh, fuck, and how is that? Wait, uh, wait!"
Rachel pushed all the way into Rappacini's mind. She wanted her own to be clear for the reply.
She tasted herself on Rappacini's tongue, even as she felt Rappacini's tongue push into her hot cunt. She moved the Flatscan's tongue to her clit as she commanded two of the raven-headed woman's fingers to penetrate her own tight fuckhole. She fucked herself hard, her time as Hound had made her tough and she knew exactly how fast and deep and hard to piston the Flatscan's fingers. She felt them inside her, felt herself clench around them, as they twisted inside her and she came.
She drove her orgasm into the Supreme Scientist's mind, repeating it over and over, till the other woman's enthralled and initially unaroused body drenched her panties in juices and it ran down her legs. The scientist's still attentive tongue and the thorough mind-fucking Rachel had given the Flatscan pushed the telepath to another orgasm. She had Rappacini smear her face with glistening pussy juice, then replace Rachel's thong and stand blank-eyed and stiff behind her.
"Now I'm ready. How do you react?"
"I love it, highness. She is a Flatscan you are a Telepath. It is the order of things. It is right. I have always dedicated myself to the law. You are the Empress's law and so I serve you body and soul."
Rachel smiled. As Kate had spoken she had searched the last few edges of the woman's mind that were untested. Her words were the truth. She was ready to serve the Empire.
* * *
MJ hurried through the communal pleasure gardens of the harem. All around her in soft grass and against smooth trees the White Queen's women kissed and carressed, talked and schemed, undressed to fuck or dressed in new costumes to tease. In the Imperial Palace the gardens stretched for miles, here only a few hundred yards and MJ moved through a dizzying swirl of gossip and pillow talk.
"— taste like metal. Just how big can you make your tits, Mercury?"
MJ's long straight hair was a deep red waterfall, washed with perfumes and expensive powdered nightcrystals. She swung her hips wide as she walked. In a pendulum of teasing concealment and revelation, one hip emerged from the curtain of red hair along with a curve of tight ass even as the other disappeared behind the same silken curtain. The sexy strut would have seemed to leave her long hair unmoved except that waves of blackness ran through it as the nightcrystals caught the right angle to destroy the light.
"Is it true, Medusa, tonight there will be a Royal Orgy of red-heads?"
The effect was to draw attention to MJ's ass and long bare legs. Her hair ended in an inverted-V, and from a golden chain around her waist red silk as broad as her hair continued to the floor. With a cut mirroring the hair that stopped just above it, together silken veil and hair formed a diamond window centred just below her ass. One which framed her sex and invited women to imagine themselves taking MJ from behind.
"— head between their champion's tits, but then I look over their and that ass—"
The redhead had always enjoyed attention. MJ had been a model and an actress before she had joined Arachne's priesthood. Imagining the other girls of the harem pausing to watch her pass would always have pleased her. But the Lady Psylocke had been in her mind, improving it: now she wished she could tear off her flimsy costume and display herself to her audience and show them how wet their regard made her.
"— Sue on her hands and knees, and She-Hulk with a strap-on. Those four are fantastic together—"
MJ's costume was as warm as her body, a second skin. It reacted to her exhibitionist arousal with a pulsing pressure along her labia from bottom to top which became a featherlight squeeze of her clit. Her thighs were still wet with with her own juices and Black Cat's saliva.
The costume had taken the form of the thick black outline of a one-piece swimsuit, cut high to sit on her narrow waist and narrow enough to leave the side's of her breasts exposed. It was shaped to hug every exquisite curve of the body of one of the White Queen's favorites.
"— uh, uh, oh yesss, Wanda, keep going, oh fuck—"
A spider's web pattern spiralled out from a point between her breasts, like a coarse fishnet the flesh between the threads of the web was exposed. The abstract shape of a black spider sat at the centre of the web, its legs pushing her big tits a little apart and reaching to the edge of the costume. Between the legs of the spider the costume thinly hid her flesh with a bright but translucent red, her nipples picked out perfectly and her large aureoles a slight darkening. The same bright red color filled the few panels of the web required to hide her sex.
* * *
The White Queen had rewarded MJ with this mindless symbiote not long after MJ had first been honoured to join the Imperial Harem. She had been shaking with fear as the blackness of it had poured over her flawless pale skin. Stories were still told on her homeworld of the symbiotes and the women they had turned into monsters, in the unhappy days before the Empire of Marvels had come and with their holy telepathy destroyed the symbiotes' minds and freed the women they rode.
The inky darkness had slowly enveloped her, tingling pleasure pouring into her from wherever it covered. The pleasure had filled her mind and slowly driven first fear and then all thought but the need for even more pleasure from her. She had gasped with pleasure as it flowed up her large breasts and slid into the wet depths of her vagina.
As she bucked in pleasure she could understand how women - heroines and priestesses and warriors - had once succumbed to the dreadful union. She had thought herself prepared to resist the blackness but her resistance crumbled almost instantly. She gave herself to the evil thing as it entered a mind made all too willing by her body.
But it wasn't the symbiote in MJ's mind, it was the White Queen. Or a shadow of it, copied into an emptiness waiting to be filled. It was the most incredible gift. The knowledge of how to please her Queen direct from the telepath's miind. The promise she would forever be embraced by the White Queen. Tendrils of blackness swirled around the last small spots on her body free of the symbiote, her hard nipples and swollen clit. Pleasure surrounded and filled her, the Empress was the blackness that merged with her.
"I am not we. I am me. I love the Empress. I understand how to serve her better."
Emma Frost smiled as she slid out of her white panties, sculpting the symbiote to better display her concubine's body.
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