The cleaning continues

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Emma moved at a brisk pace, her heels echoing across the freshly polished wooden floors of the institute. Her chest was jiggling in the confines of her tight white blouse as she walked, the buttons struggling to contain her heavy bosom. She tried to button them down before leaving her office, but they wouldn't budge, only serving for the top two most buttons to burst off and freeing her cleavage once again. Naturally, she didn't have the time to deal with covering up the dark four-inch line between her breasts when an emergency was potentially underway; that's what she gets for having the gall to treat herself to a cute new snowy blouse. Of course, it wouldn't fit her size; these plump girls make it impossibly hard to wear something cute yet formal. And why wouldn't a student of hers bust into the office during her time off? She was a fool to think she could spend a moment in peace to try out new clothing.

She sighed to herself, the ponytail bun that was her snowy-blond hair bounced at the same tune of her jiggling cleavage as she reached up to undo the knot, leading to her hair flowing over her shoulders and down her back. The sounds of each tap and click from her heels moved to the beat of the ticking grandfather clock in the distance, though it would be easy to miss such a fine detail over the loud chatter of gathering students slowly pilling into the halls from the nearby classrooms. The hallways in this mansion were long and winding, yet with her swift pace, she had been moving for only a few moments... moments which felt like minutes, tens of minutes, with the constant echoing of nosey kids testing her resolve.

"Code Yellow?"

"Ms. Frost!"

"Was that Kitty?"

"Who?"

"I think so."

"What does that mean?"

If this was a Code Yellow, she didn't have time to humor these brats; not that she was the type to handle annoying children regardless of the situation, but certainly not now. What matters is their safety and keeping the situation both under control as well as under wraps. She wasn't the type to stop for each one, pull out a stool and sit them on her lap to let them know that it will call be okay; she isn't their damn mother. Emma had to roll her eyes at the thought; many of her peers stand with completely different tunes, acting as though they are parents and large family at times rather than a strict faculty and student relationship. It's a sign of weakness.

'Probably how Jean got herself into this situation in the first place.'

Code Yellow's are not to be treated lightly: Emergencies that are potentially the most damaging, threatening, and above all, embarrassing. At least in her own humble opinion.

When an Omega-Level Mutant, or any individual to such a degree, is compromised, twisted, or somehow turned, a Code Yellow is assigned. The moment when one's greatest ally, most powerful asset, or anchor that can hold an entire team forward or back is made to switch allegiances, a Code Yellow is assigned. When one whose power is so grand they can practically cause the end of the world on their own, and that person is one who used to stand against that very power, a Code Yellow is assigned. In other words, a Code Yellow is when someone is somehow mind-controlled into being a problem, someone with a power to such an absurd degree that they realistically shouldn't be mind-controlled in the first place. It's embarrassing, as Code Yellows are only assigned to individuals who usually can control minds themselves, and easily too. Which is why, with no evidence of her own, she had a reason to believe Jean was the one this apparent Code Yellow was called for.

Hell, she was the one who decided to create the code. Claiming that if she was ever, somehow, controlled by a 3rd party, they'd have to be ready to stop her; if left unchecked, she could control the world itself once the board is set. One plug into Cerebro and that's it; whoever's controlling her uses her as an instrument to bend the minds of the entire world. Even without such, she could easily control an entire city, perhaps even an entire country if she focused enough. It's why if someone were to control Captain America, like a puppet, he would be an issue, but not a world-altering threat. If someone did the same to Captain Marvel, puppeting her to do their bidding, she would be a serious issue but still not a threat the world couldn't handle. But a telepath? One of Jean's level? That's something not to be understated.

"Pft~" Emma's chest bouncing stride hit a pause as she found herself surrounded by students, the gossip has spread, with half the kids not even knowing what's going on, others sharing lies they believed to be true, and the rest coming to the first teacher they could find for answers; of course that being her.

"Oh! Ms. Frost!"

"What's a Code Yellow!?"

"Ms. Frost! Ms. Frost!"

"Who is it called for?"

"Does Code Yellow mean someone is being controlled?"

"It's Ms. Gray, isn't it?"

"Headmistress? No way!"

"Who else would be a Code Yellow?"

Emma clicked her tongue, muttering, "Me." Before quickly clearing her throat and taking a deep breath. She closed her eyes and focused, raising her hand and silencing the students in the hall, sending a telepathic suggestion to the students to calm down, shut up, stand still, and wait for answers. But evidently, she was a bit too annoyed by their headache-inducing yapping, as though she didn't intend to, she left every student standing in place, eyes glazed and mouths open, drool beginning to drip down their lips, some even falling over from being so mentally frozen, dripping onto their chests, a few of the girls notably had spit dropping down onto their breasts and between the cleavage of those with some of their chest exposed.

She rolled her eyes, sighing as she backtracked through the crowd, as there were less behind her than in front. Though very quickly she decided not to bother avoiding them and began bumping into some mind-frozen students as she continued her path. This is exactly why the whole creation of ''Code Yellow'' feels like yet another way for that haughty redhead to overindulge in her own prowess. Because, of course, she'd need to instate a protocol because she's just ''oh so powerful'' and _''if I fall and turn against you, you have to be ready to stop me.'' And.. newsflash, Jean is just barely the ''world's most powerful telepath.''_ the gap is so minute that it's rather redundant, especially when Emma herself is building her own mind and power every day. To the point that if Jean was controlled, she'd be a problem to the world, sure, but not the Frost Queen. If anything, the world would be in more peril if SHE were to be corrupted because, unlike Jean, she has the instinct to do what must be done, the instinct to accomplish whatever's on her mind.

It all just feels like yet another way to toot Jean's horn.

"Hm?" Emma hummed under her breath while backtracking through students, pushing past many of them, an outstretched and poked into her back. "Oh." The woman quickly recognized Jubilee wearing her favorite pink top and yellow jacket combination; the young girl stood arm outstretched with a glazed-over look on her face, staring off into space, in the same trance as the others. Like the students around them, her mouth was open, though it looked like she was saying something before being frozen into this state, drool clearly staining her top, causing a small portion of her bra underneath to be barely outlined as the drool stuck the clothing to her chest. "You can wake up." She said, snapping her fingers for flair.

Jubiliee continued as if someone hit unpause on a remote. "-rost did you..." The young student suddenly gasped, the trance disappearing as her eyes went wide. She blinked a few times, "Um... What..." Rubbing her eyes and yawning as if she were just awoken from a nap she looked around, her mouth dropping open once again, "Did you put everyone into a trance!?"

Frost rolled her eyes, "Mhm, got you too. Remember that before you try to complain." She continued walking, pushing by students without a care. Though when one boy frozen in place got a complete facefull of her bosom, motorboating her cleavage for a moment, her annoyance reached the point where she issued a command in mass, 'RETURN TO YOUR ROOMS!' The command sent a wave throughout the entire institute; all students within the hall moved under the telepathic command like mindless drones and shifted back into their classrooms without a care or thought in the world. "Finally. Peace and quiet." Now able to walk in peace, she quickened her pace down the hallway, her cleavage jostling over the opening of her blouse with more ambition as the edges of her black bra poked out from the top of her shirt.

"Y-You can't do that! They're confused! We think there's a Code Yellow!" Jubilee had to quicken her own pace to keep up, speeding behind the Frost Queen.

Ignoring the girl, she simply said, "You have some drool on... you know." She gestured to her chest, making it clear what she was referring to.

"H-Huh? Where? Here?" The girl rubbed at her chest, clearly having no idea what Emma was talking about, causing the woman to sigh as she continued down the hall, leaving the girl behind, though she quickly caught back up, rubbing at her lips with the back of her hands. "H-Hey! Jean said no using your powers on the student's minds like that unless she appro-"

"Hate to break it to you, kid. But if this really is a Code Yellow, I don't think Jean has a say in much right now." Emma smirked, her heels clicking with a more prominent and brisk pace. Thinking about it more, she found herself amused at the thought of that haughty, arrogant hothead being controlled like some doll. Goes to show, how she isn't all that.

Jubilee froze in place, her iris' shrinking, "W-Wait... no.. no way. Y-You think.."

"Who else would be a Code Yellow? Me? The Scarlet Witch? Tsk~ Bitch created that as a falseface against herself... Excuse my language; that wasn't supposed to slip." Emma continued her stride, taking a turn and bumping into another student.

"O-Oh! Ms. Frost! Did-" The girl said.

And didn't get a chance to say anything more, as Emma quickly muttered, "Nope." And the girl froze in place, her eyes glazed over and mouth agape as the teacher pushed past.

"Laurie!" Jubilee yelped, catching the mindless girl who was standing at attention as she began to fall over. "Ms. Frost! That's not okay!" Jubilee had to shout as she followed behind, now having to step over students who were frozen mid-step. "Y-You can't just use your powers like that!"

"Says who?" She asked, still walking at a brisk pace. "The woman who we will probably have to defend this mansion from is she targets us? We don't have time for this. Also we can't let this slip or the entire mansion will be a chaotic mess.

"I-It's... it's just... You can tell them to go back to their rooms; you're a teacher, they have to listen to-"

"For the love of..." Emma paused in place, causing the girl to nearly crash into her, "Fine. You want me to play teacher?" She raised her hand, her finger extended towards the girl, "Return to your room. That is an order. Go. Now."

Jubilee blinked, clearly hesitating at this sudden shift of attention. "U-Um.."

"I swear, I'll put you back in a trance if you keep wasting my time; this is-"

"An emergency?" A thick and southernly accented voice sounded from down the hall.

Emma paused, eyes narrowed, "Yes." She turned around to see Rogue, walking with a hand on her every cercisious hip. The curvaceous woman's figure, the literal definition of an hourglass, swayed under the tight green and yellow body suit that lined her body like a second layer of skin, leaving little of her feminine figure to the imagination. "This is an emergency. I don't have time to babysit these kids."

"It best is some kinda' emergency to have ya' rushing down the hall with yer bra poking out." Rogue said, crossing her arms under her chest, causing her hefty mounds to swell up like lifting slaps of jello on a plate, "I'd hate to think you'd be using yer powers for no good reason." Rogue's southern voice echoed thickly as she spoke," You know Jean doesn't want ya using your powers on them like this. It's unethical. And don't you DARE use it on poor Jubes here? She's an X-Man." She stood before Emma, arms crossed, the southerner making herself a wall that couldn't be moved around or through. "You think I ain't gonna tell her about this? Now, explain what the hell's going on around here. I was gradin' papers with my music on, and suddenly there's kids running about like damn little cockroaches in a lightstorm! So someone better start talkin'."

Emma scoffed, "Are you seriously as thick in the head as you are in your ass-" The woman decided against finishing that sentence and shifted her words entirely, instead deciding to say two words that should be crystal clear to someone of Rogue's status on the X-Men. "Code Yellow."

Those thick lips on the southern chick's mouth dropped open. "Ah... ah git it now." Rogue nodded; the stern look on her face quickly turned grim. "Oh, hells." The woman turned around and looked back, "Jean?"

"I'd assume so," Emma replied.

"Damn it, girl! How in the hell did...." Before she could say anything more, Rogue cleared her throat and turned on her heels, "Never mind. Talk as we walk. Let's move.

Jean Grey hummed a sweet tune to herself as she cleaned up the mess of cum streaking down the walls. She was completely soaked herself, as semen had seemingly rained from even the clinging itself. Quite the mess she had on her hands here, but as was her duty as Mr. Star's personal maid, she was here to clean with a smile, doing anything but went beyond her duty and expectations, even if she could've stopped this entire conjured mess of seed by simply preventing him from making such a disgusting wish. It really was an odd situation to be in, covered in chode while using her favorite student as a mere object, nothing more than a vacuum unable to even comprehend what was occurring to her, to clean up the endless sea of semen. Not how she expected this mission to end, not in the slightest. And this is after weeks of planning, preparing, and initiating falesafes to prevent things from getting out of hand.

All that, to just look at her now.

Things might've gotten out of hand. Ah well, a maid like her isn't one to let her mind be distracted by the little things. Perhaps after cleaning she can retire from this maid life and return to her rightful diuty as leading the X-Men and being the headmistress she was meant to be.

But until then, she'll just have to keep smiling and doing her job.

"Hmm... Hmm~" Jean hummed, continuing to clean, her fingers and palms coated in the sticky substance as she clutched onto Kitty's hair, forcing the young girl's face against the wall to absorb the jizz that stuck to the surface. The teen's soft small lips scrubbed away at the walls, mashing and dragging along the service to really scrub at it, all while sucking in, slurping up the cum into her stomach, creating a bulge as the semen settled. "Good girl." She smiled, petting the girl's head like she were a mere pet, her mindless eyes staring forward as if she were nothing more than a machine. "But let's make sure we don't leave any stains," She said to the girl who had no concept of what was occurring with her own body, "Mop mode." The teacher hummed, reaching for Kitty's nipple and giving it a gentle tug and pinch, twisting it in a full circle; the erect nub took the **** in stride.

Kitty's tongue lolled out like a dog's; her saliva worked like a secondary cleaning agent, slathering along the walls and acting as a lubricant to assist in the cleaning efforts. Like a real mop, Kitty's tongue soaked up the remaining jizz, slurping it into her mouth as Jean swiped her lips across the cum-coated walls. Jean, using her telekinetic abilities, lifted her student-turned-vacuum into the air, reaching higher portions of the walls. She splatted Kitty's naked figure against the cum dripping surface to reach a crevasse, the girl's small bare breasts squished up against the wall, rubbing against the surface to really scrub the surface clean, her nipples even getting into a groove. The girl's body slid up and down, spinning both left and right, in a circular motion to cover every inch of the wall in her sweat and saliva, leaving behind a visibly moist and wet trail as cum was both slurped and whipped away by her tongue and body itself. Some cum managed to slip its way up her nose, saying she'd need a shower after this would only be the first step in returning to how she was before.

After a good minute spent entirely on that one wall, Jean smiled to herself and stepped back, bringing the girl that was now just a mess of chode, moaning and sucking up air, her stomach noticeably bloated from semen, down to the floor. "Mm.. I think that should do it~" The redhead gripped Kitty by the hair still arched into a makeshift handle for the rigid girl. "Four more walls to go~!"

"Mhm. Yeah, you have fun with that..." Axel sighed, leaning back into his floating recliner, which was the Goddes of Wheather herself. The busty black beauty's breasts fully mashed around his face as the hovering woman remained locked in time itself. It was worm titty heaven; his entire face was lost in brown bliss; it was such an enjoyable sensation; part of him forgot that cleavage this vast was quite breathtaking, literally in the case... since being entirely smothered by boobies left him with a lax of oxygen. So he had to erupt his face free from the endless expanse of black breasts, taking a deep breath of fresh air once his lips popped out from the valley of chocolate jello. "Ahh~ FUCK, whoo! What a way to go right?"

"Hm?" Jean glanced back, pulling Kitty's puckered lips from the white wall, thick stringy strands of cum still connected to her lips and the wall, stretching between them like spaghetti.

He sighed, laying back against the Goddess. "Oh, nothing; I just wish I could hold my breath indefinitely."

"Ooo~! Fun wish, Master!" Smiled the headmistress, she flicked on her ''vacuum,'' prompting Kitty to slurp up the stringy strands coating her lips.

"Mhm! With tits like these, I gotta be able to hold my breath," He groped at Storm's ample bosom, her boob flesh spilling between his fingers as he mashed and squished, pinching at the nipples between said fingers before he went to full-on tweaking them. All the while watching those vacant, empty eyes of hers, glazed over and unmoving. With her mind hit with the pause button, unable to flow through time with the rest of the world, he wondered what the last thought was in there.

"But Master, if I may. Please refrain from using your power so suddenly. I am your maid, yes. But I also am the headmistress of the institute we are heading to. Both of these titles are important, so it is my job to make sure you keep your abilities in line whil-"

"Do you bitches jerk off to the sound of your own voices?"

"I-"

"Or is it called something else when a woman does it? You know- It doesn't matter, it's just funny that even as my fucking maid, there's still a part of you that's trying to act like anything but what I want matters." He chuckled to himself and relaxed back down against his personal throne.

"Well, just because you have your powers doesn't mean you are above anyone, Master." Jean began, returning to her duties as a maid gripping Kitty and pressing the girl's puckered lips against the wall again, slurping up the cum, her throat visibly carrying the needs of semen down to her stomach with each gulp, as the semen was sucked into her mouth. "As I said, I'm your maid, yes. But that doesn't change the fact that I am also the headmistress of the Xavier Institute, so-"

"Sorry! I can't hear you!" He shouted out as his face began to slip back into the valley of Storm's dark creamy cleavage. The warmth and darkness between those breasts, as well as the lack of air, caused his mind to drift off for a moment as he literally couldn't quite make out the words the woman was saying. Who knew big thick milked-up chocolate tits were so noise-canceling? They were like pillows, just more pillowy and with a bit more sweat mixed with sweet-smelling perfume. The Storm must powder up her cleavage with some lavender-scented shit to give herself a flowery scent; he could smell the sweet aroma from here as it seeped into his nostrils with each deep breath as the air became harder and harder to find swallowed by heaven. He could only imagine how good it tasted.

Jean sighed. She really should've stopped his wish to make her his dutiful maid. As she can't do much but continue cleaning the walls from cum. Well, she could do something; truthfully, it would be comedically easy to stop him here and now. On top of that, sure, she's his maid; he wished it to be so. But she could simply quit. Nothing is stopping her from retiring and fully focusing on her title as leader of the X-Men.

Alas, she can't even think of quitting and putting him back in line until her duties are complete. So, until then, she must finish this task in haste; the sooner, the better. It's a headmistress' duty.

"How long do you think it'll take?" Axel asked, popping out from Storm's cleavage. "For us to reach the mansion. I mean?"

"With how fast I set the jet, it shouldn't be much longer, Master." The redhead answered, using the telekinesis to **** Kitty's whole body and lips to spin in place, spinning around like a record player stuck in a loop, her lips being dragged across the wall as she spun, creating a suction motion which more than doubled the cum intake, all with the help of Jean directing the cum inwards with her mind.

"Damn..." Axel watched, transfixed. "You're really moving her."

"Well, it's a lot of semen, Master. I need to be efficient and finish quickly so that..." Jean's lips paused open, deciding not to inform the kid that once she was done, she fully intended to rope him in. As he might then use another wish to attempt to impede her efforts. In fact, she'll make sure to keep an ear out for him. He made many wishes without her catching it in time, but going forward (and seeing what happens when she lets him try anything), she'll jump the gun and not let him even finish saying the word. "...poor Kitty here can finish up her task as soon as possible." She finished, to make sure he didn't catch the previous pause in her sentence. It was true, too; she didn't like seeing her favorite student put through this. Especially when she could've so easily stopped him. If only she had been faster. "Luckily, she isn't aware; at the very least, this won't cause any unnecessary stress on her."

"Hm... yeah, that is nice... a little problem though," Axel said, taking a long sip of champagne.

_'Where'd he get that from? Did I miss another wish!?' Jean thought, 'Get it together. Don't let him get away with anything else.'_

The problem is that she's been too reactive when this specific child requires a much more proactive approach. With that said, she continued to attend to her maidly duties while her mind reached out and entered his. Naturally, she found many immature and perverted thoughts, but they were all just distractions, visions of things he'd want to do to her and the other ''thick ass MILFs'' of the school. Something about her tits and fat ass. Wondering what her breast milk tastes like. He thought of comparing their milk flavors and having the women do a chugging contest? A concert, with all the women wearing lingerie, a cheerleader performance with them, a full-on worship ceremony. His thoughts were repulsively discriminatory with the women, seeing them all as just toys. It was a testament to him never facing a real strict authoritarian ****. Something that Jean herself will have to address by being that figure because none of these visions mattered. They were irrelevant because none of them would be allowed to stand, let alone be formed by a sentence and activated with the word ''wish.'' She wasn't about to let any drop of his wants befall her school, and once her duty as his maid is completed, he will be made fully aware of such. But as of now, she needs to ignore the noise of his wants and goals and look into the current state of his intentions.

'Fuck this chick, I'll make that girl aware. Her reaction would be hilarious.'

_'NO.' Jean thought, her mind instantly stepping up. She let herself be reactive and failed. But now she knows what's coming and will nip this in the bud. 'You will not make th-'_

"I wish that girl was aware and could talk, but it is still a vacuum."

Jean let out an audible gasp before...

POOF

Kitty's eyes returned to life as her mouth came unglued from the wall. "W-Whhaa!?" The girl cried out, her eyes darting around, half closed from cum, trying to glue her eyelids shut. "W-What the h-heck!? What's going on here?! What-" Her eyes met Jean, standing with a smile and waving her fingers. "M-Ms-" The girl dropped all formalities built from years of training under her, "JEAN!?"

"Hey Katherine," Jean smiled, hoping to comfort her student. Inwardly, she kicked herself; how had he beat her to the punch? Speaking aloud is ten times as slow as the speed of her mental prowess. She knew he was making a wish, knew what the wish would be, and still sent out the command just seconds too slow. But there was no going back; all she could do was finish cleaning now; even if it might stress out the poor girl, she personally trained Kitty with everything she knew. That girl is strong; Jean made sure of that. This won't be enough to break her, and after this is said and done, she could even erase her memory of this event if it truly is too much for her to handle. "I apologize, but as Axel's maid... and with the task to clean the semen from these walls, I have to get to work. And you are the vacuum that is helping me out." She explained, lifting the girl back into the air with telekinesis.

"V-Vacuum!? W-Why can't I move my body!?" Kitty tried to flail, but she was completely immobile, her body stuck in midair and unable to twist and turn. "I-I can't use my pow-Vrrooooooaaaahhhhh~!" She began to moan as Jean flicked her nipples with her mind, turning on the vacuum and forcing Kitty to moan out as she inhaled air, then... *PLAMMP* her face was slammed right into the wall, mashing like a cake, sucking up the remaining cum. "Mmm! Mm-hmph! Sllluurrrmmmmph~" The girl's muffled moans were barely audible as her face was slurped against the wall, sucking up the remaining cum as her belly grew bloated again.

"Bahahahaha!" Axel laughed, "This is too good! Look at her go!"

Jean couldn't help but let out a sigh as she watched the poor girl slurping up cum. "Don't worry, Katherine. You'll be fine. I promise. Just let me do my job, and everything will be all right."

Kitty didn't respond, as she literally couldn't. She only continued to moan as she sucked up the cum. Her entire body shuddered as she took in another load of semen, and her stomach visibly swelled with more and more seed. Until eventually, Jean pulled her head back from the wall, a line of cum connecting her lips and the wall as her belly was now twice the size as before.

"Well done, Ms. Pryde." Jean smiled, patting the girl's head and flicking her nipple.

"Huuuurrhhh~" The girl moaned, saliva dripping from her tongue. She managed to swallow, then lick her lips, and proceed to cough out before stammering, "W-what's... g-g-going..ach~ on?" She asked, her voice trembling as she looked to Jean, trying her best to keep it together, though her mind was racing. "J-Jean, W-WHY~mmguhghhh... w-wha~?" her eyes darted down to her naked body, covered in cum and sweat. "W-WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!" After another cum coughing fit, she blurted, "S-Stop! Why am I-" She couldn't even finish that sentence as Jean flicked her nipple, turning back on the section and smashing her face against the next wall, quickly her throat full of cum again, her cheeks puffed up like a chipmunk's, her lips slurping and sucking on the sticky seed as Jean smeared her face all across that mess.

"Good girl, Katherine. You're doing such a good job helping me clean this mess up. Just let me do my job." Jean said, petting the girl's head as she rubbed her face into the wall, cleaning it up and leaving behind a trail of her own sweat and saliva.

Deciding it was time to give the girl another short break, Jean pulled the girl off the wall and flicked her nipple, only for her to start gasping for air once more. "H-Help..ngh~ Je-Jean! Ms. Gray! *Snfff*... Snap out of it! Stop this! P-Please!" The girl cried, tears mixed with cum, and it made it very impossible to discern what was what. "W-why are you-mmph~!"

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Katherine." Jean said, turning the ''vacuum'' back on for another cleaning session. Dragging the girl along, her moans echoed about as her eyes darted everywhere, looking for something, anything to stop this. "I am only doing my duties as Master's maid."

"M-Master!?" Kitty's eyes widened after Jean pulled her back again; she noticed Axel reclining on Storm, treating the Goddess of Nature and one of the most powerful persons in existence as a mere object. "YOU!" She shouted, her breath thick with the musk of cum, "You did this!"

"Guilty as charged," Axel shrugged, then said, "You two have fun; Imma catch some shut-eye before we head to my new toybox." He said, his head sliding back into Storm's cleavage.

"D-Did you do this to her too!? STORM! Ms. Munroe!" Kitty shouted at the floating woman, frozen in time. "STOP HIM! Y-You both can just think and he's gone!

"Yup. That's your future. You'll be just like her." Axel said, muffled by Storm's tits which jiggled as his jaw moved between them. "Just a fucktoy."

"N-NO! Jean! STOP! LISTEN TO ME! THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING!" The girl tried to shake her head free from Jean's grip, but she couldn't move an inch. "PLEASE! LOOK! He'smmmghh~VVVrroooooooahhhhhhhhhh~" At the flick of her nipple, her face was slammed right back into the wall, her lips smushed against it as she slurped up the semen, her throat visibly carrying the seed down to her stomach. "Nngh~" She moaned after being pulled back, "S-stop... c-cough... f-flicking my n-nipples." The girl coughed, "J-Jean! Pleas...please! He's controlling you! Y-You have to realize- C-Code Yellomgh~!"

"I'm afraid he's not, Katherine." Jean smiled, scooping up seed and slapping her hand over the girl's mouth, forcing her lips open with her mind to suck down the thick semen. "I have everything under control. So please, let's just-"

"Mhggrrggghhh! Ugh~! Mmmnnbleh~!" Kitty gagged and spat out the chode. "T-This can't be happening; you're... you're the most powerful... oh... oh god... no-no-no.. if you can't..." The girl's eyes went wide, and her mind began to spiral. "If you can't resist then... th-then no one can.."

Jean mentally sighed; this was getting out of hand. She decided to just flick her protagay's nipples once again and keep her on until the task was done. She understood how it might look like this situation wasn't under control, but that's exactly why she needed to finish cleaning the walls. Once done, she can put the boy in his place and restore order. Kitty's complaints only serve to prolong the situation. Code Yellow? Really, does the girl think this is a Code Yellow situation? The emergency where the world's most powerful telepath is mind-controlled? It made her chuckle a bit. Yes, she is the one who designated that code name. She doesn't want her team, her family, and her world to ever be unprepared to deal with her in case she loses her mind. But this situation is far from that, so far, in fact, insinuating it was just a waste of time; and truthfully, Jean didn't want to think about how long this would take if she had to deal with the girl's constant complaints. "You need to calm down, Katherine. Everything will be fine. Have I ever failed you before?"

The girl tried to resist, but Jean had already flicked her nipple, causing her to moan out once. Jean's words to her weren't missed though. Naturally, Ms. Gray has never failed her before, and she's never been made into an unknowing pawn to this degree, which was exactly why Kitty had no idea how to react. Ironically, the only hope she could settle on was that Jean's preparations for the case where she is controlled would come through. If Code Yellow fails, they're all doomed.