Someone, but let's talk about Kitty Pryde for now

Kitty Pryde huffed as she stomped down the hall, someone was going to get an earful from her. They were hot off the heels of Thanos' defeat and Malice was still out there so tensions were understandably running pretty high, but Emma Frost was clearly using it as an excuse to slack on preparing coursework. Kitty barged into the office of the former White Queen to find Emma lounging at her desk looking completely unworried.

Kitty sucked in through her teeth at the appearance of her fellow faculty member; with Emma's voluptuous body clad in white latex stockings, corset, and opera gloves as well as the furred cloak and perfect makeup she looked closer to a dominatrix than a teacher and at times she acted more like one too. Even her office was clearly decorated with a much larger budget and an albeit more refined taste than Kitty's own, baring eclectic art pieces and expensive furniture with mostly white motifs. Emma may have left the Hellfire Club long ago, but she obviously still thought of herself as a queen and that condescension sometimes got on Kitty's nerves.

"Ah Kitty my dear what can I do for you? I was just finishing up some important work" Emma said with a tone of faux helpfulness, obviously lying. Kitty's eyes narrowed as a golden glow flickered in her eyes; she was tired of this pompous telepathic bitch. Kitty pointed her finger at Emma and felt strangely empowered as she did so.

"Listen here you stuck up bitch, I've about had it with you and your laziness. You think you're so great just because you own a company and are a bombshell telepath, but really you're just a whore!" Kitty practically yelled. God she didn't know where that had come from, but damn saying it felt good... better than good actually, Kitty practically felt aroused after degrading Emma like that.

"Oh so little miss Pryde has finally developed a backbone hmm?" Emma stood up and walked around her desk to get face to face with kitty, her high heels clacking on the ground as she did, "Well now you listen here Miss Pryde you-".

"Oh shut the fuck up" Kitty rudely interrupted, she couldn't be bothered to allow Emma to respond, "I know you like to pretend like you're all that, but I know that deep down you're just a meek little bitch!". Both women were strangely taken aback by that; Kitty knew that this kind of tirade was completely unlike her, but for some reason she just couldn't help herself, it was like the worse she was to Emma the better she felt. Emma for her part was genuinely speechless for one of the first times in her life; typically she always had a snide comment to make at a time like this, but Kitty's forcefulness was taking her by surprise.

"In fact I don't even know why you work at this school in the first place besides the fact that we beat down the Hellfire Club so badly" Kitty mocked, once again feeling a flood of pleasure from doing so. Emma gritted her teeth and decided that she had had enough of this child berating her, digging into Kitty's mind to find... a wall? Kitty had somehow blocked out her attempt at telepathy?

"oh?" Kitty raised one eyebrow and a mischievous look flew across her features, "and apparently you're a poor telepath as well if you can't even get into my head". Kitty suddenly grabbed Emma by the arms, her touch was electric and Emma could almost swear that the two were somehow the same height despite Emma's 6 inch heels. "Let's see if I can get into yours" Kitty said while licking her lips, suddenly aware of her own telepathic power.

Emma crunched her face in concentration as she felt Kitty begin to **** her mental defenses. At first the fledgling telepath was easy to stop, however, as each second passed Kitty seemed to grow more powerful and Emma soon had to devote her vast powers to the task. "You know, you almost look cute like that" Kitty's condescending tone snapped her back to reality just as her opponent pushed her back against the desk and went in for a kiss.

Kitty, despite never really being adept at these affiars, deeply kissed her opponent, her tongue dominating Emma's mouth as her hands went round to grasp Emma's fine thong covered ass. Emma could do little against the onslaught of both physical and mental pressure, and crumbled after just a few seconds, moaning as Kitty explored her mind and body with the abilities of an apparent seasoned dominatrix and telepath.

Kitty eventually broke the kiss and relinquished her hold on Emma's mind, licking her lips as she noticed some evident changes for the first time. Emma, while previously looking like a runway model clad in borderline stripper gear, now had a more "cute girl" vibe to her with her former bombastic assets being reduced to little more than a plain rump and c cup breasts. Instead of her usual White Queen outfit she wore a plain skirt and cardigan combo and instead of fine makeup and hair in an expensive fashion she looked more like someone who had never even touched makeup nor had any conception of fashion.

Kitty on the other hand had gone through nearly the reverse of Emma's transformation; She now towered over the former queen on long legs clad in black latex stockings and 6 inch high heels. A tight black corset cinched in her waist and rubbed against the nipples of her much enlarged breasts while a thong barely hid her shaved snatch and disappeared into the crack of her now mountainous ass. Instinctively she reached out with her gloved hands and grabbed a riding crop off Emma's desk, its color changing from white to black, as a sneer passed across her now heavily made up features.

Black painted lips curled into a smile as the last remnants of Kitty Pryde fell away; Kitty realized by now that she was being manipulated, but she simply didn't care. If this was what she got from serving Malice then she had no problems with it whatsoever, Kitty had never felt so powerful in her life. In fact her life itself began to adjust to her new station; taking on aspects of Emma's old life including her multimillion dollar company and former Hellfire Club membership. However it went even further than that as Malice's machinations sought to place her newest minion in an elevated position of power.

Reality warped as it accommodated for the newly empowered woman. After Charles had grown old he had, with some obvious coaxing, passed on control of the school and his finances to the most able member of the team: Kitty Pryde. And the new headmistress had a few major changes to make to the school and its people.

Katheryn Pryde, The Shadow Queen, smacked her riding crop in one hand and let out a slight moan as Emmy, her assistant, dutifully licked her shaven cunt. Her luxurious long legs were stretched out and he heels hitched on the edge of her huge black desk. As her huge breasts heaved in their expensive corset Katheryn leaned back in her plush leather chair and silently thanked Malice, perhaps a new world order of corruption and debauchery wouldn't be so bad.