Emma first, but a dream to Betsy

"I think it's time for the Queen to bow down to the King. I think that it's time
for Emma to submit to the power of...The Transformer. We're just get her ready for
her next role in her life." Peter said with a grin as he prepared his powers
transformation.

"I just can't wait to see you tame Emma. I might look good on her. But what should
I do while you are off transforming Emma?" Jean asked, with a smile on her face. "I
feel like I should be helping you with your plans for conquest. How can I help you
with your plans?"

"Well, there's still the issue with Psylocke and her psionic powers being added
to mine. We can slowly condition her into wanting to be transformed. Into wanting
to become my ****. You can just use the combination of my mind control powers and
your telepathy. You can enter her dreams and turn them into something closer to my
desires." Peter said with a smile. "I think that you might be able to do it."

"I think that might be fun while you are off having fun with Emma. I'll keep a
psychic connection open to you so that I can feel you change Emma, plus it should be
able to help you see what is happening to Psylocke as I take over her dream." Jean said,
sitting on the bed so that she could get dressed and ready for the new day. She
dressed in the costume that she had removed the day before.

"I think that I can get Xavier to set up a meeting between me and Emma. And Ms.
Frost will become a Faulk is body and soul." Peter said as he got ready to start
his day. Soon he would have Emma eating out of his hands.

Peter entered the room, looking for his prey. He would soon be adding a
second pussy to his beginner's harem. He could also feel the dreams that Jean had
**** Ms. Braddock into having. They were interesting in their erotic content.

He peeked into the dreamscape that was now imprisoning the purple haired telepath.
It looked like one of the rooms at the school. A bedroom to be excat. And there was
Psylocke in her costume. The room was cloaked in darkness and was silent. Betsy was
in a state of readiness, preparing for an attack. She wasn't expecting the attack.

She was surrounded by naked men. Men who had their face obsured by the darkness.
But from what Peter could see of the scene, they looked like him. Cocks erect in
sexual excitement. They approached her, face hidden. She tried to attack them.
But all of her martial arts were countered by the naked men. They soon had her
in a locked possision. Then they were ripping her clothes off and shredding them.

Then they started to rub their cocks on to her skin. Then they stuck a cock into
her mouth, her pussy and her ass. They slowly started to **** her. All of the time,
there was chanting from the room that gave her commands that were being drilled
into her mind in the rhythm that she was being fucked with against her will.

"SUBMIT. OBEY. ****. FUCK. MASTER. OBEY. MASTER. TRANSFORM. BECOME. SUBMIT. OBEY."
They commands repeated over and over again as she was being fucked. Soon her breasts
were being fucked with. Kneeded and rubbed by cocks. Those cocks started to pump out
cum all over her body as they came. White jizz poured over her and slowly was sucked
into her. The words started to pump into the room faster and faster.

Peter grinned at the thoughts that he was recieving from Jean. She was a gem, but soon
he would be adding another to the collection. He looked around for the woman that would
be his next lover. He saw her saw her sitting at the desk. She was dressed in a sexy
outfit. Leather like pants, a leather corset bustier and along leather jacket. Each
fitting her well. She was also wearing short high heeled boots.

He moved closer to her. "Hello, Ms. Frost. I'm Peter Faulk. Professor Xavier sent me.
He wanted to know if you could help me with some telepathic powers that I'm starting
to develop. I could really use some help with it." Peter said innocently.

"Nice to met you, Mr. Faulk. She held out her hand. Peter took it and used his mind
and powers to reshape the woman before him into one of his latest slaves. He concentrated
on the form of the type of woman that he was forging with the power of his transformation
powers.

Soon, she started to form into the woman that he wanted her to become. Her outfit changed.
She was dressed in thigh length white 5" heel boots. A tight white thong covered her pussy
and ass, or tried to. A white corset bustier wrapped around her, thrusting her boobs out and
creating a large cleavage. White fingerless elbow length gloves covered her arms. It was just
like her old Hellfire club costume. But with a riding crop in her hands...also in white.

Her eyes were crystal blue, with frosty blue eyeshadow covering the lids to her eyes. Her
pouty lips were deep crimson as were her nails of a sexy length without being a hassel.
Peter released her hands and come closer to him.

She moved to a breath's distance to him. She looked him straight into the eys and asked,
"What can I do for you, my Lord? Do you have someone who must be taught a lesson or would
you like to have some Master/Teacher interface?" She asked as a sly smile crossed her face,
as she gently tapped her riding crop on his cheek.

:: Interesting,:: Jean thought as she watched him through their psychic bond that they
had forged in the heat of passion. ::You combined Emma's Queen, Dominatrix and Teaching
aspects into a single being. What does you call her?"

::I'm the White Queen, Ms. Faulk. Respect that, as I respect your place as the First::
Emma came in with her own telepathy. "I believe that I was speacking to my Lord. Seeking
his desires for his next action. Afterwards, we will work on creating a more powerful
psionic melding.::

Emma, still facing Peter, spoke. "So what will it be Master? Will I be teaching a lesson?
Or serving a more private purpose here?" She tapped her riding crop against his face agin.

"Emma, Strip!" Peter commanded, as he added, "Your king is about to feast."

"Yes, my lord. But first may I strip you of your clothing?" She asked.

"You may." Peter replied.

She slowly leviated him into the air. As he hovered in the air, his clothes moved off
his body. Like they were being pulled off by invisble hands. They slowly moved his outer
clothing off his body. Then his socks were pulled off. Then his underwear was removed,
but this time there was a caress over his cock and balls. Then while he was floating,
his clothes were folded and place down, and Emma brought him in for a close kiss. She
then sat himdown on a chair she had pulled out.

"Time for your show, my Lord." Emma said, as she set the riding crop down. Then Peter
could feel magic comming into his mind. Music that Emma started to dance to.

Peter had been told by Jean about the fact that Emma had performed a sexy dance
of the seven veils in front of the Hellfire Club's Inner Circle, in order to join. Give
that and the fact that Peter had pressed into Emma's mind a mastery of sexual knowledge,
it was no surprise to see her gyrate around to the wild beat of the music that was playing
in his mind.

She moved to the beat and yet had time to slowly strip herself of her scant clothes. First
came the gloves. Slowly pulling off the first and tossing it to the floor. Then came the
second came off. She then moved to her breast and squeezed them.

Then her nimble fingers took to the tyes of the corset bustier. Undoing each one with an
exgerated moment of the hand. Slipping down the length of the clothing as she slowly took
off her top. She pulled it off with a flurry of movement and tossed it to the floor. Her
breast were bare, her pink nipple erect in the air.

She then moved to her panties, her hands training across her body from her breast down
her taunt belly. As the hands crossed the belly, Peter thought to the idea of filling that
belly and the belly of the other sexy women would would be come his slaves. Filling them
with his cum. Filling them with his babies.

But soon, Emma's hands were moving to her thong slowly moving it down her. She turns
around while doing this, showing off her ass as it slowly twisted and moved to the
mixture of the music and to take off the thong. She shook of the thong and picked it up.
She turned around and and place it to her face as she sniffed it. Emma sighed as she tossed
the thong to Peter. He caught them and sniffed them, they were covered with mix of perfume
and sex.

She moved to take the boots off, but Peter shook his head no. He had decided to fuck her
with her boots on. Emma fell to the floor with a quick, almost instant, motion. Then she
began to move towarss him. Half crawling and half slithering, in a twisting pattern of sex.

Peter moved himself over to the couch to give him a better place to fuck. Also to put more
space between Emma and himself for her to twist over. A more determined look crossed her face
as she looked at her master. But she moved with surprising skill, so soon she was crawling
over him. Up his body, and over it.

"It's time for you pleasure, my lord. Let me be blessed to give it to you." She purred in
her sexiest voice, as she leaned into him and kissed him with her lips. Her tongue soon
followed as it escaped her mouth and entered his.

Her breast rubbed against his bare cheast, nipples tickling his body as they moved over
them. Peter's hands gently moved across the smooth, flawless skin of the White Queen. Her
pussy hovered over his cock. She moved her lower half so that his cocked touched her clit
...just barely. It made his cock tingle in anticipation.

She moved off her kiss as she said, "Take me, my lord. Make me yours." She began to nuzzle
his neck. It was making him hotter and he was getting ready to continue his fucking of the
royality.

He thrusted his cock into her pussy. It was a loose pussy and he was surprised to feel it
that way. Emma felt his surprise and turned to look at him. "Don't worry, my lord. I have
skills that you have yet to see." Her pussy then started to closed on him and tighten around
him. Then it started to milk his cock, sucking it dry of it's sweet juices. It was exciting.

The White Queen started to touch hsi body in certain ways that was hightening his sexual
excitement. He tried to touch her back. Her touch always felt good, especially when she
started to nibble on his earlobes, her skilled tongue tickling it.

Their bodies moved in motion to the rhythym of passion as they continued their love making.
Emma started to cry out as she orgasmied. Her tight pussy, flooded with fluid that dripped
out the side of the pussy and all over his cock. Still, he managed to hold his load looking
for the perfect moment to cum.

Soon, he felt the pressure of his cum fill his prick. He could picture the pre-ejectulate
comming to a point on his cock. Then he felt the perfect moment and came with a rush. His
sperm entered Emma's willing body. She groaned as she excepted it, bitting her lips as she
pulled her head back. She then let out a satified sigh as she fell on top of him.

"Thank you, my lord. You are the greatest lover I have ever had. I can not wait for our
next mission in love." She purred in a soft voice, her eyelids heavy. Soon, she fell into
dream land.

But Peter felt a difference in himself. Like he could go for a second fuck. His cock was
soft, but willing to get up again for the next round of love making. It was a change from
the draining experance that he had with Jean the night before. It was like there was
something changing inside himself. Something that was strengthing him. Giving him the
endurance that he needed to have sex with the women that he was collecting. What was
causing it?

It was a puzzle that was crossing his mind, along with his next plans for conquest. Should
he continue with the conquest of the female psychics, and take Psylocke? Or should he move
one to one of the other X-women and let Pyslocke stew in the dreams that he was having Jean
create for Betsy?

What was his next move?