The Champions Step Forward (Marvel and DC)

"Captain, you may remove your helmet and bra."

Strike-Captain AnnaMarie of Her Majesty's X-alted Marvelous and Exquisite Nymphs struck a fist to her breast in salute. Her hands went to the sides of her teardrop-shaped black helmet and twisted. The black armored visor slid up to reveal her green eyes and a face given to sudden switches between warm smiles and furious frowns. At the moment it was trying to mask pride and pleasure behind dutiful sternness. The rest of the helmet slid one part into another until impossibly the entirety had disappeared.

The black-clad captain shook her head to settle her hair, the long curls of auburn hair spilling more evenly down her back to her waist and the bright-white streak in it proudly visible. A myriad of invisibly tiny machines took advantage of the motion to individually guide each strand of hair with concealed -fields. Her hair look tousled, but the effect was as artfully designed as any work of a royal beautician.

She could remove the upper-half of her uniform as easily as the helmet, at a touch allowing it to fold smoothly into the same no-space, but instead she understood that more of a display was desired. She crossed her arms, each hand going to a different shoulder, forearms each covering a leg of the red 'X' emblazoned on her chest. The uniform created seams at her fingertips and she opened them. The back of her uniform fell away immediately leaving her back exposed. The uniform also allowed the smart fabric at the front to fall below her crossed arms, exposing her tight muscled belly.

Her crossed-arms still preserved her modesty. She slowly lowered them to reveal first the swell of the top of her tits, then a teasing hint of her dusky aureoles and finally ever so slowly allowing first one then the other stiffening nipple to stand proudly exposed before she cast the last of her upper uniform aside to reveal her flawless double-Ds. She stood rigidly to attention, titties on display.

"Ah, my Rogue-Captain, no bra? You know how much I enjoy lingerie."

Her Imperial Majesty Emma Frost, the White Queen, pushed into AnnaMarie's mind. The Strike-Captain did not resist: telepaths were set as far above her as her X-alted status placed her above other Mindblinds. Any telepath had the right to read her mind or change her thoughts, and the Queen's right was absolute. And it felt so good, so right, so sexy, as the Queen pressed a new fetish into her yielding mind. Now the thought of wearing lacy bras, latex g-strings, garters and --yes-- corsets beneath her uniform would make Rogue almost as wet as the thought of revealing or removing them.

"Next time, sugah." Rogue winked and cupped her breasts in offering, then was briefly mortified to have addressed Her Queen so informally before she realized the Queen was in her mind and in control. As was every loyal woman's dream.

Queen Frost sat on Her wide throne, Her legs dangling over an arm. The Queen reached out and stroked a thumb lazily across one of Her X-alt's large breast as She finished altering the woman's mind. Rogue's stiff nipples pointed away from each other, small caps on large conical aureoles that were like another set of tiny breasts.

"Such an impudent rogue you are, darling. But are you ready to serve me, captain?"

"Yes, my queen."

Annamarie could not keep the eagerness or excitement out of her voice. The choice of words teased her with the prospect that her beloved Queen might favor her with a public fucking in front of her fellow officers.

The White Queen smiled at her as if reading her mind. ~I am~ the Queen teased as Her hands seized hold of Rogue's tits and cupped and groped them. The officer couldn't stop herself moaning in pleasure as her supreme commander used her as was the White Queen's right and Rogue's dearest wish. One of the Queen's legs slipped from the throne's arm to reveal a white thong.

Rogue cursed beneath her breath as she felt a tremor. The start of translation. Emma felt it too, releasing Rogue's breasts and with a final gentle spank setting them jiggling.

"Perhaps tomorrow, if you please me," Emma suggested and ran a finger along Her own thong for emphasis.

The White Queen stood from Her throne and placed both stilettoed feet upon the back of the rebel Kitty Pryde. The brunette in the rags of her previous life grunted in pleasure as she took the weight. Kitty shivered as her insane need for sex with a woman, any woman but especially the White Queen, warred with her absolute dedication to Her Majesty's every command. Her mind had been broken for her crimes and like any traitor these were the only two thoughts she was still allowed. So it was by instinct that she phased into the floor, smoothly lowering Emma Frost to the dais upon which Her throne was set.

From the high throne at the heart of the battleship's bridge Queen Frost could survey the hundred's of black uniformed officer and sailors busy in preparation for the return to real space, each woman reviewing holoscreens and making minute adjustments. To either side of the Queen at least two dozen X-alts and concubines stood in lines abreast. Each X-alt bodyguard wore a black uniform with a red 'X', most the same as Rogue's but many tailored for their individual powers. Only a few of the concubines, such as the red-headed MJ, lacked powers of their own but they wore a dazzling array of diaphanous robes and translucent loincloths, golden nipple-armor and bejeweled thongs.

The Lady Storm, most favored of the queen's concubines, stood just on the other side of the throne. Her mane of white hair was magnificent and the only contrast to her dark skin. She wore the Queen's favor proudly, the only concubine permitted to be naked for the occasion. The Windrider stood with her legs slightly parted so that all could see her pussy lips glistening as she had watched her Queen fondle Rogue. Noticing Rogue's attention the chocolate-skinned concubine squeezed her own big boobies as a mark of respect.

Another longer deeper tremble. One that shook nothing but that every living thing about the battleship felt right into their souls. The battleship transitioned into real space, the journey of light-years complete.

The HMS Hellfire, pride of the Queen's fleet, had arrived.