Sex and Preparation

Jean crossed her arms, specifically under her ample and fully bare bosom, so that Mark would enjoy the sight of her amplified tits in the off chance he were to look in her general direction. She stood beside him as he sat on the king's throne; Emma's full-figured and rightly naked body was nothing more than a toy to pleasure her master's sufficient tool. The blond bounced, her fat ass and curved hips rippled with each clap causing an echo to reverb across the throne room; the white queen let out moans that could only be vocalized by a mentally defeated slut. It fit her well, as the ''queen'' in her title was more suited for Mark's first conquest.

Thinking back, it caused her to form a smile as she watched her longtime rival be defeated and fucked as she deserved. Regardless of how much pleasure Mark receives from her frost-like ass, the woman wasn't his first choice; at the time, she may not have realized her life would change to fit his perverted vision. But oh, she is so grateful he had succeeded in claiming her mind, body, and everything that comes with it. Unlike Emma, the self-proclaimed leader of the Hell-Fire Club and the White Queen, a psychic goddess, Jean was the one truly deserving of those honorary titles. Especially above Mark's other chosen slaves. She was the psychic who first fell and declared her loyalty towards the one true master, not Emma.

The dull-witted woman even had the gall to attempt to resist Mark and his rightful place as the one master above all. At least Jean had successfully provided herself without a fight. So, at the very least, she didn't have to be put in such an embarrassing situation, of proclaiming herself as an all-powerful wielder of minds, only to fall at the knees before the man who truly deserved that title.

Yes. Watching Emma's tits bounce wildly in Mark's face while her large, naturally pillowlike lips planted themselves across him as her womb was preparing to be filled by his seed... It was quite the sight, quite the sight indeed. So much so, her pussy was dripping the oozing signs of arousal, and she couldn't help but shove her fingers between her legs.

"Ohhh! Oa`hhhhmmmm...Yes.. Yesss! FUCKK.. Fuck my dumb.. Ignorant cunt... I am not..nothing but your personal whore... Take me Master! Claim my body as yours..F..FFfuckk...Amnmmmmm..."

"Mmmmmmm.." Mark motorboated his face in the unending valley of her cleavage. And without hesitation, he leaned back to drop her fully erect and sizable nippled directly into his mouth.

Emma released a lustful cry as he hungrily sucked on her tit.

"**** me!"

Mark obliged her request by roughly slapping his hand across her buttocks. The fat-filled ass of hers jiggled wildly as the contact created a heavy and wet racket sound.

"Fuck..Fuckfuckfuck...Mmmm!"

"You're a useless slut, huh?"

"Yes..."

*SLAP*

"You acted all high and mighty, for what?"

"Mmmm, because I'm a hopeless idiot..Nnngga'h... Who tried to resist you... A fuckin..ghh.. Peice of trash.. Th..that thought she could wi'hnn..."

"True.." *SLAP* "But you also were hiding.. Hiding the truth."

Emma pushed her lips against his face and leaned back to breathe out a heavy, "..Yesss..."

"You always were longing to be dominated. You pretended to be a queen, just to hide the fact you wanted nothing more than to be controlled by a man with power over your mind. You always knew you were a mindless slut, who is useless for everything save for her fuckable ass and abusable powers."

"Control me.. Use...me.. Shape.. Sh.. Shape me Master!"

It was Jean's own idea for Mark to implant Emma with the slut-like designer to be ridiculed and verbally abused. And the fruits of her suggestion was doing rounds; for Mark, it perhaps didn't hit the same buttons. But in Jean's case, having known this woman for years on end, simply seeing her lose any and all traces of her dominatrix aura was doing rounds on her sex.

But as much as she enjoyed the show, and she certainly did, though her pants were fully masked by the heavy moans coming from the has-been queen. She couldn't allow herself any prolonged moments of pleasure, not now, at least. She needed him to finish, so for his own wellbeing, she did something she didn't often do ever since submitting to her lord.

Cum. Give Emma the order to be silent and listen.

Just like that, Mark came on the spot. His ejaculation was sent directly up Emma's snatch and filled her mature womb with his eight-teen-year-old jizz. Though, the blond woman didn't so much as moan despite her lush silver lips opening up with a line of spit between them to let out a silent lust-filled cry.

"Oh shit..." He breathed as his rod pumped cum directly into the woman whose fat ass was situated on his lap.

"Mark," Jean said in a tone that should be associated with an air of caution. He noticed her earnest look and slowed down his thrusting into Emma; her continuous bounces on his cock died to a low hump.

"Yeah?"

"I want nothing more for you to live life in sexual ecstasy... But now is not a good time..." She approached and took a seat on the armrest of his throne, her bare thigh mashed against the weight of her body and brushed his arm. "You successfully captured the spies left by the X-Men. Something they won't take lightly. We need to make a move, sooner rather than later."

"Yeah, I had a feeling..." He said, his arm reached around Emma's body so his fingers could get a hard squeeze of the woman's massive yielding tits. "But I also really want to **** this bitch. She seemed so snarky."

Jean clasped onto Mark's hand and entwined her fingers between his own. "Trust me. I understand that more than you'd know... And you can have all the time in the world to do whatever you please... After, we are in a safe position."

Marked looked into her eyes for a few seconds and let out a hard sigh. "Alright, yeah."

"Good." She smiled and leaned forward to capture her master in a prolonged hard kiss. When she leaned back, her tongue darted out to lick her plush lips sensually. "If they get suspicious of Betsy's Emma's and Kurt's captures, they will no doubt arm themselves for a full-on attack. The professor is one of their last lines of psychic defense so-"

"I have you, Emma, and Besty wrapped around my finger. What can that old man do?"

"Mark." Jean said, her voice was oddly cold as if she were chastising a child. Except this child managed to mind-control her and her closest allies into lovingly assisting him in conquering the world. "Do not underestimate him. Just because you have taken control over nearly all of the world's more prurient telepaths doesn't mean you can relax."

"I'm sorry." He rolled his eyes. "But everyone always talks about how powerful you psychics are when I managed to control you all as easily as the girls at my high school."

"Do not make the same mistakes we did."

He blinked.

"What?"

Jean raised a finger. "Emma was cocky. She believed she was nearly all-powerful, enough on her own to take you down and free this entire country." She brought up a second finger." I was ignorant and believed Ororo and you to be non-threats, so I put myself in the position to be controlled by you." And then she raised a third finger. "Betsy assumed she was skilled enough in stealth to go in on her own and recon without being detected." Her gaze bored down hard into Mark's eyes. "We all made mistakes which brought us as servants for your cause. Learn from them. Or you may fall like us."

Mark stared at her, and silently gulped.

"Okay.. Okay, you're right. So what do I need to know?"

"The Cerebro is an extremely powerful tool that can vastly amplify a psychic's inherent abilities. If the Professor realizes he lost all of his telepathic allies, he will enter the device almost instantly as a cautionary action. And pay attention when I say this... That amplified power may be enough to thoroughly neutralize your hypnotic presence in our minds; if that were to happen, at the exact moment, you would be put in an unwinnable situation. Knowing myself and the ones I fought beside for years... We won't make the same mistakes twice."

"Oh wow... Is that Cerebro thing really that strong?"

"I used it once to erase the entire world's memory of Spider-Man's secret identity."

"Wait, what!? Really."

Jean smirked. "Mmhm."

"So... Who is he? Like who is he really?"

"You see." She winked. "You don't remember." Then just as quickly as she began to tease him, her tone returned to its serious state. "Which is why we need to act now. Have Emma call back and report an all clear update. That should buy us some time, much-needed time."

"Time for what."

Her hand reached out to stroke his cheek affectionately. "For us to strike before they get the chance..."

Mark shot her a dark smile in response, "Alright. Emma, when I squeeze your nipple, you will return to your regular state of mind, just as you were thirty minutes before you became a slut to my cock."

Jean's eyes widened. Why would he... She then read his mind, and her worries diminished.

"But you will be unaware of anything wrong with the situation. You won't notice that I am in control of you and will still believe that we do not know of your presence. Everything is under control. You are the unstoppable white queen, and a teenager wouldn't possibly be able to defeat you. In fact, you will believe that you have made all of us unaware of your presence."

She enjoyed Mark's commands into the agent bitch's mind, but she thought of a flaw in Mark's plan. "May I add my own command?"

"Uh." He looked over to her. "Sure I.."

Jean needed no more time.

"You will not communicate any information that would cause the X-Men any alarm. Even if you think your situation is according to plan, you will by no means relay that information. Tell them only what they would want to hear." Mark heard himself say. He looked surprised for a few moments but quickly relaxed, as he should; by now, his trust in her was assured. Almost as assured she was that, if done right, he would be set to live a life of luxury with all the women of the world servicing his every want and need.

"Alright. You're good." Jean said. "Go ahead."

Mark licked his lips and teased his fingers over Emma's erect nub-like nipples for a few lingering seconds before he abruptly squeezed them. Like a light switch flicked on, Emma cried out with a loud moan and obediently licked her lips. Her eyes flickered around the room with a keen twinkle. It was a look Jean grew to despise so much, a glint which spoke numbers about how she believed she was all that.

Emma tapped the side of her ear; a nearly unreadable 'BEEP' notification chimed, and she opened her mouth.

"Frost to base. Do you read?" There was a pause. Then a sly smile flashed over Emma's face; she looked directly at Jean before averting her gaze. "Yes. I am alright. Kurt and I are in communication with Braddock. The subject and victims have no idea of my presence..." She held her smirk as the words left her mouth. Mark's hands rose up to tweak her nipple as she spoke. "I plan to keep it that way. Expect a following update in thirty. We may have found a weak spot in their defenses. Luckily the one in charge has a childish mind. He's thinking with his urges and not with his head. In all, he has no chance against us adults. We'll have them out in no time. I may extract them myself."

Emma stayed silent for a few seconds. All the while, Mark's fingers groped with hunger and were currently squeezing her nipples with no regard towards her pain threshold. But, of course, she didn't react in any verbal way towards his actions, as she should being the obedient bitch she is.

"Of course, I am not being serious." She laughed. "Though if push comes to shove, I am confident I can free everyone here while the boy is busy acting like an animal. Until the time presents itself, I will be here... Like I said, thirty minutes. Keep in touch."

Emma tapped her ear again, and after a following 'Beep' She moaned audibly.

"Mmm... God you're such an idiot." She muttered and removed herself from Mark's lap. She provided him with a great view of her recently tainted snatch, along with the sweat-soaked cheeks that had formed a pillow around his cock. "Only thinking about sex is going to be your downfall, kid. And there's no coming back from this."

Both Jean and Mark watched as the White Queen made a move to retrieve her discarded lingerie-looking clothing. Mark reached out to brush his hands against her thigh. Suddenly she turned on the soles of her feet and fell onto her knees to suck on the cock that had just fucked her.

"Good." Jean approved. "With her dealt with and the X-Men temporarily diverted, we can work on the attack. I have a few ideas..."

"Nice nice... I'd like to hear it, Uh... After I'm done with her..." Mark patted Emma's head. "How did you like betraying your ex team? Get it? Ex... X... X-Men!? Right? Right!? Heh... Anyone?"

Emma mumbled a response, something probably arrogant about her calling him an idiot for believing he was in control of her. Whatever it was, his cock had it entirely muffled so that the only thing heard was a gargled moan.

Jean only rolled her eyes. He had just came and is ready to fuck with the bitch some more? Well, she can't straight up deny her master; she'll let him indulge in his pleasure, at least for now. Besides, she still needs to work over the plan herself. There's a multitude of options she needs to consider before she'd be comfortable putting him in a dangerous situation.

"Wow. No one laughed at my joke. Okay."

"Oh, that was a joke? Sorry, Mark."

Laugh

Suddenly, the entire room erupted into laughter, the dark skinned **** women who stood guard around the walls, wearing nothing but micro bikinis, were sent in an unending fit of chuckles of varying levels of intensity. Emma was the only one unaffected with her mind naturally restricting Jean's influence; she needs to make sure Mark removes that mental wall for safety reasons.

"There we go! Thank you, thank you... I am pretty funny."

Jean chose not to respond to that remark and instead move herself up from the side of his throne. "I will be in the back, discussing the plan with Ororo. Take your time. But not too long, we have work to do.

"Alright, alright. I'll only go at it one more time." Mark said with a smile as he squeezed Jean's tit.

She sighed and leaned into him. No part of her believed that statement, but she'd do her best to give him as much time as he desired while also being fully willing to put her foot down for the sake of assuring his domination over anyone who opposes him.

With that, Jean left Mark and Emma, with the woman on guard still laughing in ways that made their tits and asses jiggle for their master's enjoyment.

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Clad in nothing more than a string bikini set with a small red cloth that served slightly prevent any absent glances towards her crotch; Jean casually splayed herself on a luxurious sofa that sat before a large open pool in the backmost courtyard. But despite her rather sumptuous surroundings, she couldn't find it in her to relax, not until she was certain Mark's success would be undeniable. The poor boy wasn't prepared to take on the world, at least not presently, and unfortunately, the world wasn't going to wait for him to be ready. The X-Men alone was one thing, but even after they are brought under control, there won't be much time for him to enjoy the pleasures of life. The government, Avengers, any and all villainous organizations with a physical presence... They'd find out.

It could all prove too much for Mark if he doesn't begin to ready himself beforehand.

But, he has her. She will assist him in any way he sees fit, have it be for sexual or strategical purposes, she will never falter in doing what is needed to assure his triumphant rule as the king of this world.

"Jean."

Jean's emerald eyes fluttered. She looked up from her notepad and smiled upon taking in the familiar sight of her husband's muscular form. Scott wore nothing but a yellow X-Men belt and short blue speedos; either he intended to take a swim or simply chose to wear nearly nothing to display his masculinity in a way that lifted up Mark by showing that his powerful body was just something else under his king's thumb. She could have read his mind to find the answer, but at the moment, most, if not all, of her mental focus was currently preoccupied with thinking over any and all possible scenarios that could play out when they drop an attack on the school.

"Hey babe," Jean said. "Here to help me decide on a plan of action?"

"Me?" Scott asked as he took a seat beside her, which caused the woman to shift aside. "Anything for my king. But, I'm also here to check on you."

Jean tilted her head. "Hmm?"

"I don't need telepathy to recognize when you're stressed. Have you forgotten that before our king enslaved our minds and wills, that we were married for over eleven years? Or did master's god-like tool purge those years from your mind?"

A genuinely pleasant look appeared on her face as she thought back. "Yes... Mark hadn't done anything to remove those memories, and I can still look back fondly. It's nothing compared to my life now, but I still do love what we had... And..." Jean took Scott's hand in hers and looked up into his face. "What we still have... Thank you for worrying about me..."

"Well, we're still legally married." He smirked. "So I guess, second to my king, you are still the ray in my eye."

Referencing their first date together and the aforementioned kiss that quickly followed genuinely touched her; she truly loved him... Almost as much as Mark.

Almost.

Jean rested her head against his muscular chest for a few moments. But then she let out a sigh. There wasn't any time for this.

"With that said and done. Mark is the one we need to worry about right now."

"Yes." Scott nodded. "Which is one reason why I need you to be okay. Our king needs everyone if we're going to be successful. You have to be on your A-game."

"Right, right.. I know." She exhaled softly and scanned her eyes over the pool that glinted from the slight rays of sunlight. For the first time in a while, she felt free to express her doubts. In front of Mark she had **** but to act like an all-knowing psychic mutant, he had faith in her, and she couldn't let him down. But for once, here, she felt a tingle in her eyes as she simply sat with her husband. "It's just... I'm worried we might fail. If I were to lead him to defeat, I..."

"Hey. Hey!" Scott took her face in her hands and turned her head to look directly at him. "You are the strongest and the most powerful telepath I've ever known. The professor needs the Cerebro just to hold a candle against you when you are at your full potential... And despite all that, Mark managed to make you his willing and obedient pawn.. He made me into nothing but a ****. And I had you there with me as my form of protection against mind control. So, if he could triumph over you, THE Jean Gray. Then he can triumph over anyone... We're just here to make sure he makes it to the top."

Jean averted her gaze from his and looked down. "You're... Y.. You're right." Her fists clenched tightly as she rested them on her bare thighs. "Mark made it this far... And now he's no longer alone... You and I... Everyone will lead him to his place as a god above all life."

"That's my girl!"

Feeling a surging wave of confidence flash over her. She looked forward and ahead, up into the bright sky. "I won't rest until Mark has achieved the victory he deserves. No matter what happens, he will..."

Jean's voice trailed off mid-speech; her green eyes detected something in the horizon, a small shadow-like figure, one that fit a familiar shape. Though for some reason, she couldn't place her finger on exactly what.

An extremely faint tingling sensation reverbed through the back of her head just as she focused her eyes on the... bird-like... shape...

Then instantly, the figure flickered and blurred towards her at a nearly undetectable speed. Jean had no time to even rationalize what her eyes observed, especially since, no more than a second later, she felt more pain than she could mentally perceive. A blood-curtailing scream was all she could muster as she was knocked back over the sofa; her hands clutched both sides of her temples while the pulsating pain continued to leap throughout her psyche.

"JEAN!!"

Scott's voice was the last piece of anything she could comprehend through the muddy pain coated muffle that her mind had become as everything around her faded to black.

Well, no...

No, she heard something else. Two other words...

Faint and nearly nonexistent.

..wake up....