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chapter ii
"The Paff to Glory"
by Tamale Knight
Part II
Jubilation Lee, ex-mallrat/valley girl, now mutant "Princess of Pyrotechnics" and student of the Massachussetts Academy, was enjoying herself. Only two hours ago, she had used her power to create quasi-articulate plasmoid "fireworks" in a whole new way--creating a dazzling lightshow that had overwhelmed the mind of a fellow student, one Monet St. Croix, also a mutant, gifted with more powers than Jubilee could keep track of, formerly a stuck-up bitch, now transformed into a devoted and obedient slave for Jubilee's pleasure. She was determined to enjoy it while it lasted, for the school's headmistress, Emma Frost, aka the telepathic White Queen, would return soon, and most likely undo what had been done to Monet and probably exact some appropriate pennance.
Monet returned to her Mistress's side, kneeling submissively and presenting the tray she carried so carefully in her hands for inspection. On one plate was a tasteful array of little triangular sandwiches, extra chunky peanut butter of course, crust removed, equal proportions peanut butter and grape jelly, each one placed with care in a pyramid on the plate and surrounded by
Reese's peanut-butter cups, with one cup at the summit with a cocktail flag in the middle. On a saucer to the side was a stack of peanut butter crackers using Monet's supposedly secret stash of "chocolate silk" peanut butter. The snack assortment was completed with a sweaty glass of milk and a cold soda nestled in one of Mr. Cassidy's beer koozies.
Check that. The hope, worry and supplication in Monet's expression completed the presentation. Jubilee snapped a picture using a FunSaver camera she'd "borrowed" from Monet earlier to help her preserve her victory for later. Then she smiled. Monet beamed up at her new owner with joy--nay, jubilation!--at the nonverbal praise. Jubilee was about to gesture for her to set the snack on the TV tray and put it next to her, but Monet anticipated the order. Jubilee smiled again. Having a servant that could read your mind saved a lot of trouble. At her next thought, Monet gingerly removed Jubilee's shoes, placed an Ottoman under her feet, and began to worshipse fse feet with her mouth, lips and tongue. Jubilee picked up the remote and flipped on the TV, popping a peanut butter cup into her mouth as she did so. Yu-Gi-Oh was on. It was the duel between Mai and Yugi. She'd seen it before, so she allowed her mind to wander on its own, drifting down sidetracks and tangents. Somehow she ended up fantasizing about Mai licking her feet.
The sound of a car's engine in the driveway startled Jubilee out of her reverie. Shit! Ms. Frost was home! Monet ceased her worshipping of Jubilee's feet, having sensed her fear. She went outside.ileeilee quickly put on her shoes before heading outside to get whatever was going to happen
over with. She stopped short, disbelieving the sight before her. Ms. Frost was backed against the car, with Monet's eyes boring into her own. There was sweat on Emma's forehead even as her body posture relaxed, like a slowly uncoiling snake finally convinced that the predator was leaving. The woman relaxed fully for a moment, then stood, staring willingly into Monet's eyes
while Jubilee looked on in awe.
After a time, both females approached Jubilee, kneeling at Jubilee's feet like pilgrims before the Pope. The chauffeur got out of the car, staring in awe and bringing himself to Jubilee's attention. Jubilee had barely become aware of the thought herself when Emma acted on it. Flexing just the
tiniest fraction of her mental power, she made the chauffeur forget what he'd just seen and return to his duties. Jubilee sighed with relief. She realized she could get away with it now. She could simply have her two devoted servants make the others not notice that the headmistress and Miss Perfect Priss '99 were doting on Jubilee hand and foot. She smiled and petted both of them, elliciting purrs of pleasure from each. She headed back inside with the two slaves following devoutly. At a thought, Monet went to pick up the TV tray and the remains of Jubilee's snack, and she and
Emma followed her upstairs.
Jubilee's room was a mess. Emma immediately set herself to the task of making up the bed. Once she was finished, Monet set the tray down within easy reach of the pile of pillows, and the pair set to work cleaning the rest of the room. Jubilee kicked off her shoes and socks and lay back on
the bed, enjoying the show.
When her snack was finished, she decided that truly humble slaves should dress only as their Mistress commanded. She had them strip off all their clothing, folding them neatly and placing them on the seat of the one chair in the room. They finished their task naked. Neither of them looked bad, at least according to the standards Jubilee had seen. Wondering what the male fascination with lesbianism was all about, she had her servants pleasure one another. Monet immediately took the dominant role over Emma, pushing the older woman to the floor and straddling her torso. She began to knead the firm breasts of the headmistress--well, ex-headmistress, Jubilee thought with a wry grin. Emma returned the caresses, but eventually lowered one finger to Monet's moistening young slit. Jubilee felt a twinge of pleasure in her own erogenous zones, and realized that their attempts to prevent broadcasting, at least to Jubilee, were beginning to flag. Monet began to finger Emma's clitoris, drawing moans from both Emma and Jubilation. She shivered in desire, closing her eyes against the pleasure. Monet and Emma shifted into a "69" position and began oral ministrations on one another. Jubilee was now receiving the full brunt of the women's pleasure. One hand tweaked her left nipple, drawing gasps from the others, who mirrored her actions as best they could. Jubilee, lost in lust, dove one hand into her shorts, inserting her middle finger and exploring the nether regions beyond. She could have sworn she had three pussies, each one being stimulated in its own way. Another finger joined its sister in Jubilee's passage, followed by another. She was humping her own hand, heedless of anything else but her pleasure. Her eyes snapped wide open as a super-orgasm echoed between their connected minds, each one triggering one in the others, like transformers hooked together, echoing and amplifying one another's pleasure until reaching critical mass and...
* * *
"Paranormal psychologists were stumped today at what appeared to be a state-wide mass orgasm that left many unconscious for several hours, and everyone who experienced it had to change their undergarments at least." the news anchor said. "No explanation has been given. The only ones with even a theory are the sci-fi enthusiasts, who suggest things ranging from alien orgasm-beams to sex between telepathic mutants..."
Jubilee turned off the TV, and let Emma and Monet snuggle against her. She'd been a long time recovering from her experience. She wasn't exactly sure what had happened, but somehow she and her slaves had become telepathically attached during the orgasm. She couldn't shut out what was left of the minds of Emma and Monet, and they couldn't close the connection to her either. The sound of an engine chugging in the driveway caught Jubilee's attention, and she had Emma make sure no one noticed their nudity. Sean was the last to enter.
"Hello, ladies. Jubilee. Nice to see ya gettin' along." Sean remarked. "I canna explain wha happened, but we ended up in a ditch on tha way back, an' I'm feelin' kinda embarassed about tha whole thing."
"Well, not to worry, Sean." Emma said. "Everything's alright now."
"Yeh've got it under control?" Sean asked.
"So to speak." Emma replied.
"Hey, if you guys don't mind, I'm going to bed." Paige called from the foot of the stairs. She looked tired, but it was to be expected after the Incident. Jubilee found herself admiring Paige's curves. She'd never appreciated the way a woman's body was built for pleasure before. Now it seemed to be all she could think about. She had Monet and Emma follow her up to the master suite where Emma usually slept, making sure no one would notice anything wrong with it. Too tired for much, Jubilee had Monet and Emma curl up together at the foot of the bed. She closed her eyes and, eventually, went to sleep. Her dreams were filled with images from the tryst, except...
...Except that Paige was the star.
by Tamale Knight
Part II
Jubilation Lee, ex-mallrat/valley girl, now mutant "Princess of Pyrotechnics" and student of the Massachussetts Academy, was enjoying herself. Only two hours ago, she had used her power to create quasi-articulate plasmoid "fireworks" in a whole new way--creating a dazzling lightshow that had overwhelmed the mind of a fellow student, one Monet St. Croix, also a mutant, gifted with more powers than Jubilee could keep track of, formerly a stuck-up bitch, now transformed into a devoted and obedient slave for Jubilee's pleasure. She was determined to enjoy it while it lasted, for the school's headmistress, Emma Frost, aka the telepathic White Queen, would return soon, and most likely undo what had been done to Monet and probably exact some appropriate pennance.
Monet returned to her Mistress's side, kneeling submissively and presenting the tray she carried so carefully in her hands for inspection. On one plate was a tasteful array of little triangular sandwiches, extra chunky peanut butter of course, crust removed, equal proportions peanut butter and grape jelly, each one placed with care in a pyramid on the plate and surrounded by
Reese's peanut-butter cups, with one cup at the summit with a cocktail flag in the middle. On a saucer to the side was a stack of peanut butter crackers using Monet's supposedly secret stash of "chocolate silk" peanut butter. The snack assortment was completed with a sweaty glass of milk and a cold soda nestled in one of Mr. Cassidy's beer koozies.
Check that. The hope, worry and supplication in Monet's expression completed the presentation. Jubilee snapped a picture using a FunSaver camera she'd "borrowed" from Monet earlier to help her preserve her victory for later. Then she smiled. Monet beamed up at her new owner with joy--nay, jubilation!--at the nonverbal praise. Jubilee was about to gesture for her to set the snack on the TV tray and put it next to her, but Monet anticipated the order. Jubilee smiled again. Having a servant that could read your mind saved a lot of trouble. At her next thought, Monet gingerly removed Jubilee's shoes, placed an Ottoman under her feet, and began to worshipse fse feet with her mouth, lips and tongue. Jubilee picked up the remote and flipped on the TV, popping a peanut butter cup into her mouth as she did so. Yu-Gi-Oh was on. It was the duel between Mai and Yugi. She'd seen it before, so she allowed her mind to wander on its own, drifting down sidetracks and tangents. Somehow she ended up fantasizing about Mai licking her feet.
The sound of a car's engine in the driveway startled Jubilee out of her reverie. Shit! Ms. Frost was home! Monet ceased her worshipping of Jubilee's feet, having sensed her fear. She went outside.ileeilee quickly put on her shoes before heading outside to get whatever was going to happen
over with. She stopped short, disbelieving the sight before her. Ms. Frost was backed against the car, with Monet's eyes boring into her own. There was sweat on Emma's forehead even as her body posture relaxed, like a slowly uncoiling snake finally convinced that the predator was leaving. The woman relaxed fully for a moment, then stood, staring willingly into Monet's eyes
while Jubilee looked on in awe.
After a time, both females approached Jubilee, kneeling at Jubilee's feet like pilgrims before the Pope. The chauffeur got out of the car, staring in awe and bringing himself to Jubilee's attention. Jubilee had barely become aware of the thought herself when Emma acted on it. Flexing just the
tiniest fraction of her mental power, she made the chauffeur forget what he'd just seen and return to his duties. Jubilee sighed with relief. She realized she could get away with it now. She could simply have her two devoted servants make the others not notice that the headmistress and Miss Perfect Priss '99 were doting on Jubilee hand and foot. She smiled and petted both of them, elliciting purrs of pleasure from each. She headed back inside with the two slaves following devoutly. At a thought, Monet went to pick up the TV tray and the remains of Jubilee's snack, and she and
Emma followed her upstairs.
Jubilee's room was a mess. Emma immediately set herself to the task of making up the bed. Once she was finished, Monet set the tray down within easy reach of the pile of pillows, and the pair set to work cleaning the rest of the room. Jubilee kicked off her shoes and socks and lay back on
the bed, enjoying the show.
When her snack was finished, she decided that truly humble slaves should dress only as their Mistress commanded. She had them strip off all their clothing, folding them neatly and placing them on the seat of the one chair in the room. They finished their task naked. Neither of them looked bad, at least according to the standards Jubilee had seen. Wondering what the male fascination with lesbianism was all about, she had her servants pleasure one another. Monet immediately took the dominant role over Emma, pushing the older woman to the floor and straddling her torso. She began to knead the firm breasts of the headmistress--well, ex-headmistress, Jubilee thought with a wry grin. Emma returned the caresses, but eventually lowered one finger to Monet's moistening young slit. Jubilee felt a twinge of pleasure in her own erogenous zones, and realized that their attempts to prevent broadcasting, at least to Jubilee, were beginning to flag. Monet began to finger Emma's clitoris, drawing moans from both Emma and Jubilation. She shivered in desire, closing her eyes against the pleasure. Monet and Emma shifted into a "69" position and began oral ministrations on one another. Jubilee was now receiving the full brunt of the women's pleasure. One hand tweaked her left nipple, drawing gasps from the others, who mirrored her actions as best they could. Jubilee, lost in lust, dove one hand into her shorts, inserting her middle finger and exploring the nether regions beyond. She could have sworn she had three pussies, each one being stimulated in its own way. Another finger joined its sister in Jubilee's passage, followed by another. She was humping her own hand, heedless of anything else but her pleasure. Her eyes snapped wide open as a super-orgasm echoed between their connected minds, each one triggering one in the others, like transformers hooked together, echoing and amplifying one another's pleasure until reaching critical mass and...
* * *
"Paranormal psychologists were stumped today at what appeared to be a state-wide mass orgasm that left many unconscious for several hours, and everyone who experienced it had to change their undergarments at least." the news anchor said. "No explanation has been given. The only ones with even a theory are the sci-fi enthusiasts, who suggest things ranging from alien orgasm-beams to sex between telepathic mutants..."
Jubilee turned off the TV, and let Emma and Monet snuggle against her. She'd been a long time recovering from her experience. She wasn't exactly sure what had happened, but somehow she and her slaves had become telepathically attached during the orgasm. She couldn't shut out what was left of the minds of Emma and Monet, and they couldn't close the connection to her either. The sound of an engine chugging in the driveway caught Jubilee's attention, and she had Emma make sure no one noticed their nudity. Sean was the last to enter.
"Hello, ladies. Jubilee. Nice to see ya gettin' along." Sean remarked. "I canna explain wha happened, but we ended up in a ditch on tha way back, an' I'm feelin' kinda embarassed about tha whole thing."
"Well, not to worry, Sean." Emma said. "Everything's alright now."
"Yeh've got it under control?" Sean asked.
"So to speak." Emma replied.
"Hey, if you guys don't mind, I'm going to bed." Paige called from the foot of the stairs. She looked tired, but it was to be expected after the Incident. Jubilee found herself admiring Paige's curves. She'd never appreciated the way a woman's body was built for pleasure before. Now it seemed to be all she could think about. She had Monet and Emma follow her up to the master suite where Emma usually slept, making sure no one would notice anything wrong with it. Too tired for much, Jubilee had Monet and Emma curl up together at the foot of the bed. She closed her eyes and, eventually, went to sleep. Her dreams were filled with images from the tryst, except...
...Except that Paige was the star.