Multiverse Networking

Chapter 8



Sophie of the Stepford Cuckoos stared at the blood on her mother’s hand. Shocked by what Miss Frost had just done.



However, she was more disturbed by the fact that Phoenix’s wounds were HEALING. Her nose was filling out and reforming as Sophie and her mother watched.



Within less than a minute Jean Grey’s beautiful face was restored (though her blood remained on it, giving her a barbaric aspect) and she floated to her feet. A fiery bird appearing around her as she drifted towards the ceiling.



Jean Grey looked down upon the frightened Emma Frost and Sophie Stepford.

Her brain had healed along with her face, but she was still far from her normal state of mind. The being known as the Phoenix Force had had to use its power and emerge to save its host Jean Grey. Having her brain rebuilt while the Phoenix was forced by necessity to assume full control meant that Jean was at least temporarily rid of the inhibitions and habits which normally restrained her (and which the Phoenix Force found so annoying).



Jean Grey was the pure embodiment of the Phoenix Force and her own passions and desires.



And she was angry.



Emma Frost reverted to her flesh and blood form and fell to the floor as the she was engulfed by the power of the Phoenix. Phoenix fire surrounding her body as she writhed on the ground.



Emma screamed as the flames engulfed her, feeling the fiery manifestation of the power of the Phoenix burn and sear her flesh. Yet no wounds appeared on her body.



Jean was not interested in destroying Emma Frost’s body, she was scorching Emma’s very mind and spirit.



“LEAVE MY MOTHER ALONE YOU BITCH!” Sophie cried in rage and fear.



She tried to contact her sisters, but the Phoenix blocked her call for help. However, Sophie did succeed in getting her attention.



The living embodiment of the Phoenix Force studied the young blonde.



Without the usual emotional and moral forces holding her power in check, the woman known as Phoenix saw Sophie exactly for what she was.



Her full origin and history revealed to Jean Grey.



“Unnatural child…you dare challenge me?”



There was something unearthly and strange about Jean’s voice, but Sophie was more disturbed by her words.



“NO!…I just don’t want you to hurt Miss Frost” Sophie exclaimed.



Jean Grey slowly descended to the floor. Landing before Sophie in a flash of fire.



“And what would you do to assure her safety?” the Phoenix asked, as she locked her fiery gaze upon Sophie.



Sophie stared at her mother screaming on the floor as the flames continued to writhe around her.



“ANYTHING!” the young telepath replied. Not fully thinking her answer through.



There was a blinding flash of light, and then Sophie saw nothing at all.



*****



Storm had not had a good day.

Unlike the other X-Men at the Institute, she was concerned by Esme’s disappearance, and had done her best to search for the missing Cuckoo.



However, she had found no sign of her, despite searching thoroughly through Mutant Town, the Xavier Institute grounds, and the parts of New York City that she thought a teenage girl would be interested in (such as dance clubs, music stores, cafés, and book stores).



After hours of fruitless searching Ororo Munroe was bone tired, and just wanted to lie down and rest. Unfortunately, her old room was still being renovated after the last attack on the school, so Ororo had to bunk in an empty apartment of the Girls Dormitory.



As usual, the former Africa goddess slept in the nude, and was just falling asleep when a noise awoke her. Sensing something was wrong, Munroe threw off the light blanket that was her only covering and rapidly stood. Adopting a fighting stance as she did so.



It was just Jean, wearing her familiar pewter costume.



Ororo relaxed, though she didn’t bother to cover up. After all, she and Jean were old friends and Storm had never been prudish or ashamed of her body.



“What is it Jean?” the black mutant asked.



But the redhead did not answer. Instead she studied the woman before her intently, as though seeing something fascinating for the first time. Gazing intently at Ororo’s pretty blue eyes and voluptuous lips, her large brown breasts, and Storm’s shapely legs and the patch of white hair where they met.



Then she walked over to Storm and caressed the wind rider’s cheek with the palm of her hand.



“You have always been so beautiful to me Ororo.”



Jean’s voice sounded strange.

Unearthly and deep in a way that seemed eerily familiar to Storm.



Storm gently grasped Jean’s hand and tried to slowly push it away.



Then she discovered that she could not move. Storm’s body refused to obey her commands and she stood motionless.



For the Phoenix would no longer tolerate refusals or denials.



Jean pulled her hand from Storm’s still grip.

The host of the Phoenix Force gently cupped Ororo’s dark brown breasts in her hands. Feeling their softness and weight as she had imagined doing so many times in the past. But that was not enough to satisfy her.



Phoenix kissed Storm’s voluptuous lips, and then used her tongue to explore the wind rider’s mouth.



Ororo Munroe wanted to push Jean Grey away or simply cry out. But her body refused to obey her. Rendered mute and paralyzed by the power of the Phoenix.



Jean pulled back and stared into Storm’s eyes.

Eyes that not long ago had gazed at her with trust and friendship, but now looked upon her with helpless horror.



Jean lightly squeezed and pinched Ororo’s large dark brown (virtually black) nipples as she contemplated Storm’s feelings. She knew that Storm didn’t want her, that Ororo Munroe had NEVER desired any woman in a carnal way.



Jean Grey also knew that (like any strong telepath) she had the power to change that.



But before now she would never have considered doing it.



Because she was married.

Because it would be a violation not only of her friend’s trust but also of Storm herself.

Because Jean did not want to think of herself as the kind of woman who would do something like that.



However, in the wake of Emma Frost’s assault, none of that seemed to matter anymore.



Jean Grey was living by the Phoenix Force’s moral code. Which could be summarized in three words.

Want.

Take.

Have.



And Jean had wanted Storm for a very long time.



She wrapped her arms around Ororo Munroe and embraced the brown skinned woman. Pressing their large bosoms together as she passionately kissed Storm.



Entering her friend’s mind as she did so.

Studying the mental landscape, and then re-sculpturing it to her liking.



Making it more like her own.



Storm tried to resist at first. However, as Jean manipulated her mind, it began to seem less objectionable and more pleasant.



As the seconds went by it actually became pleasurable.



Soon the conquest of Ororo Munroe’s mind was complete, and she no longer even thought of resisting. It seemed perfectly natural to accept the love of a woman.



Then the black mutant found that the she had been given back control of her body, and Storm embraced Grey with a fierceness that matched Jean’s own.



*****



Minister Archon was among the three most powerful people in

Iberia.



Though all the Iberian ministers technically held the same rank, it was no secret that the power of the Defense Minister and Security Minister was exceeded only by the Iberian President’s.



This was due in large part to the fact that the only group in Iberia more merciless and deadly than the Ministry of Defense was the Ministry of Security (whose telepaths made it especially fearsome and effective).



This had not always been the case.



When Chrissy Lera had first conquered Iberia she had only employed a few Mind Flayers to help her (on a temporary basis). Thinking she would not need the predatory creatures services on a permanent basis.



However, ruling Iberia had proven more difficult than Lera and her advisors had thought.



After decades of civil war and other strife the country was infested with warlords, drug dealers, guerilla fighters, and other scum.



When the drow necromancer’s forces had entered the country and captured the major cities most of these groups had gone underground, but they had not gone away.



They had continued to terrorize the populace, to harass the new government’s forces, and to sell drugs and people. Unfortunately, since they used secrecy and subversion to operate they usually refused to fight in open battle.



Chrissy Lera had concluded she needed forces that could quickly root out and eliminate these rebel elements. While minimizing collateral damage and civilian causalities.



Telepaths would be ideal for such a job, perhaps even essential. But large groups of telepaths were hard to come by, especially for a would be dictator of a small country.



No large group of telepaths was willing to work for the dark elfin ruler on her own terms. Especially when it required living in a dump like Iberia.



Except Archon and the Mind Flayers who followed him.



So Chrissy had hired the illithid and his followers and appointed Archon head of her secret police. Giving them the task of ridding Iberia of the ’bad’ elements.



A job that the Mind Flayers had proven to be amazingly good at.



There were few rebels, warlords, drug dealers, and more common criminal scum who could hide from the telepathic illithids, and even fewer who could resist their psychic power once they were tracked down.



Over time the Ministry of Security and its Mind Flayers had killed and consumed or simply eliminated most such individuals, and Iberia was a better place for their absense.



Now most Iberians obeyed the Lera government and its laws out of fear if not respect, and order and some level of prosperity was maintained.



However, Minister Archon and his people had been too successful.



At this point all the major drug dealers, warlords, and guerilla fighters were gone. While the people of Iberia were all virtually too frightened of the secret police to commit major crimes like murder, treason, and rape that the illithids were authorized to kill and consume people for.



And the Mind Flayers NEEDED a steady diet of brains to survive. However, President Lera cared for the people of Iberia too much to allow the illithids in her government to kill them without just cause.



Thus, the present situation was intolerable to Archon and other Iberian Mind Flayers.



Which was why Minister Archon had formed an alliance with the ruler of the Republic of East Asia.



The tyrant who ruled the Republic was desperately afraid of the Iberian ruler and her forces. For not only was the Republic of East Asia’s military vastly inferior to the forces of the Iberian Ministry of Defense, but its supposed ace in the hole, its nuclear weapons, did not work.



So the Republic’s dictator had reacted favorably when Archon had suggested collaboration.



The basic strategy was simple.

When the Republican forces invaded the Ministry of Security would attack the Ministry of Defense forces. With a special emphasis on subverting or eliminating Minister Rosenthrall and other high ranking military officials.



The Iberian Ministry of Defense had many strengths, but with its forces attacked on multiple fronts and its leadership either compromised or eliminated, it was doubtful it could survive.



With the Defense Ministry destroyed and the Security Ministry its ally, the Republic would be able to easily conquer Iberia.



In return for their cooperation, Minister Archon and his people had been promised that they would be able to serve as the REPUBLIC’s secret police in their new Iberian territory and that they would have free reign to feed on the Iberian populace (with a few vital exceptions).



However, there were problems with this plan.



Many of the non-illithids in the Ministry of Security were personally loyal to the President, and purging or mentally altering them (to make them more loyal to Archon) was a necessary step in order to ensure the success of the Republican invasion. But it was proving more time consuming and difficult than anticipated.

Moreover, Minister Archon was not sure that he could rely on the Republican ruler to keep his promises. Especially if he ever learned that the reason his nukes didn’t work was that Security Ministry agents had sabotaged the weapons shortly after he had acquired them.



However, with the knowledge Archon had gained from Wolverine, it appeared that he might not have to rely on the Republic of East Asia at all to overthrow Chrissy Lera.



*****



Emma Grace Frost wearily opened her eyes, and realized she was lying on the floor of her own room.



Emma’s entire body ached, especially her stomach and the area between her thighs.



She slowly got to her feet and realized that she was naked, and that she appeared to be alone in her room. There was no sign of Jean Grey or Sophie Stepford.



The semi-conscious Emma Frost walked over to the mirror by her bed. It took longer than it should have, for her body felt awkward and unbalanced.

Fortunately, despite the flames from the night before, there were no burns on her body. Her skin looked healthy and unmarred.



However….



“Oh God no” Emma murmured to herself.



Her belly was rounded and swollen, as though she were in the late stages of pregnancy or infested with a large parasite. Emma touched her breasts gently, which seemed bigger somehow and more sensitive to the touch.



Then she hesitantly touched her stomach with her index finger.

And felt something within move.



The telepath psychically probed her own body, and sensed the presence of another (familiar) mind. Feeling disturbed and afraid in a way she never had before, Emma decided to analyze the problem by peering directly inside her own altered body.



She shifted to her diamond form, and saw a perfectly formed baby girl floating within her womb.



With familiar blue eyes.



“Hello Sophie” Emma whispered.



*****



President Lera’s harem was luxurious and well equipped.



It had an exercise room, a library, a steam room and Jacuzzi, numerous bedrooms, a roomful of bondage gear, and even a computer room.



However, when Jenny Calendar tried to e-mail a friend to tell her where she was, she found that she could not.



Not because of security programs on the computers (though Jenny suspected that such were there) but because her hands refused to obey her when she tried to use the internet connection to call for help.



Obviously someone had cast a spell on her to keep her from communicating with the outside world (at least that is what Jenny assumed).



Eventually President Chrissy Lera showed up again. However, she paid no attention to the newest member of the harem.





She had eyes only for the lone drow resident of it.



The two dark elfin females looked remarkably alike. Though the harem woman’s eyes lacked the President’s metallic gleam and her bosom was smaller than Chrissy Lera’s. Jenny Calendar mentioned as much as she watched them kiss and cuddle.



“Well of course they do…that’s the President’s mother…Gennifer Lera” the human/dark elf hybrid Jenny had met the day before answered.



Jenny Calendar gazed at the rutting couple in shock.



“So Karen are you telling me that Chrissy Lera and her mother are…” Jenny asked in an appalled tone as she watched the President’s head dive between her mother’s thighs.



The half-elf laughed and replied “well let’s just say the Lera family is VERY close.”







Chrissy Lera didn’t know that the half-Orc Jenny Calendar was watching her and if she had she wouldn’t have cared. The drow dictator loved her mother deeply, and if others thought there was something wrong with how she expressed that love, Chrissy considered that THEIR PROBLEM, not hers.



The last few days had been extremely stressful for the cyborg necromancer, and she founding nothing more relaxing than making love to her dear mother.



Gennifer Lera felt differently, and if she had a choice would never have committed incest. But her daughter’s magic compelled her obedience, just as Gennifer’s magic had controlled Chrissy Lera when she was young (so that Chrissy would be her ‘perfect little girl’), and Gennifer had no choice but to return her daughter’s caresses with equal fervor.



However, what would probably have been most shocking to Jenny Calendar and the other observers was that Chrissy Lera regarded such a state of affairs as perfectly normal.



*****



Esme Stepford and her mistress Selene had tracked down the vampire who had disrespected them in The Crimson Kiss.



After spending a few hours torturing him, the mutant mistress of magic Selene had consumed him. As well as claiming his wallet and the other possessions he had on his person.



Selene and Esme had then used the deceased vampire’s meager funds to check into one of Necroka’s cheaper motels, where they were currently residing.



Now Selene’s pale, voluptuous form was lying across their small dirty bed, and Esme’s head was resting on her mistress’s large bosom. Ardently suckling on one of Selene’s pale pink nipples.



Both women were completely nude, but while Esme appeared lost in the experience, the Black Queen Selene wore an expression of distant amusement.



Then she crisply intoned “enough” while grasping the back of Esme’s head and gently pulling her off of her breast.



“WHAT” Esme exclaimed in frustration.



Minutes ago her mistress had imperiously commanded her to ‘pleasure her’ and Esme had frankly not been in the mood. But she needed (and feared) Selene so she had begun to fondle and caress her mistress anyway. Yet Selene had made her stop just as she was beginning to enjoy it.



Now Esme was kneeling on the bed glaring down at Selene as her mistress said “I will only let you experience that pleasure once you have shown me true submission.”



“Then what was THAT about when you said PLEASURE ME” her disciple exclaimed in anger.



Selene shrugged her elegant shoulders.

“I was bored.”



Esme replied angrily “Your bored…what the hell do you mean that you were…”



But the mutant mistress of magic interrupted her saying “watch your words child…remember to whom you speak” as her eyes flashed dangerously.



Selene watched as Esme swallowed her complaints and remained silent. The Stepford Cuckoo might resent her authority, but she was not foolish enough to openly disobey her anymore. Esme’s initiation into her role as Selene’s servant was proceeding nicely.



The Black Queen got off the bed and put on her black leathers. Keeping her crimson gaze on Esme as she got dressed.



“I am going to meet a woman known as Susan Zweller…she should be able to give me access to the Lady of Iberia herself” Selene stated once she finished getting dressed.



“What about Marian Casta?” Esme asked.



Selene gestured as though waving the thought aside.



“I am tired of waiting for her to show up at The Crimson Kiss…using Susan Zweller is liable to be both quicker and easier…unlike Casta she is unlikely to have any personal loyalty to the President” the Black Queen explained.



“So when do we go?” Esme said enthusiastically. Eager to accomplish something and get out of this dreadful place.



“We?…we are going nowhere child…you will await my return here while I meet with this woman” Selene replied coldly.



“But…” Esme protested.



“No Esme…you lack the power or skill to deal with this creature… and I won’t have you getting in the way” the Black Queen replied in an even icier tone.



Esme tried to protest further, but Selene was in no mood for any further argument. So she psychically slipped past Esme’s mental defenses and sent the young Cuckoo to sleep.



Even as Esme was collapsing on the bed, Selene was already headed out the door. Confident that the spells she had put on their motel room would keep Esme Stepford safe until she returned.



*****



Imperious Dakar, Security Chief Angelus, and Udragoth were all waiting in the Security Chief’s tent in the Imperious Industries base camp (by the Iberian weapons facility they were building).



They were there to meet Minister Archon. Who said that he had a new proposal to offer.

Though they could already guess what he wanted.



The same thing the tall Mind Flayer had tried to buy before. Imperious Industries help overthrowing President Lera.



However, the cruel illithid had not been able to offer Imperious Dakar anything worth betraying his current client over previously, and he doubted that this time would be any different.



A few minutes before the appointed time, a robed figure entered the tent. He towered over all three of the Imperious Industries people, even the massive Angelus. Gazing at them from under his hood.



Then he pulled off his hood, revealing a familiar tentacled face.



“Hello Minister…I assume you want to discuss the same thing we did before?” Imperious Dakar asked.



“Yes…I want your help overthrowing that elfin bitch…so that I can assume my rightful place as master of this country” the illithid replied pompously.



Angelus, who was even more impatient than his boss, demanded in his booming voice “and what could you possibly offer us that would be worth it?”



The 7 ft. tall Mind Flayer gestured grandly with his two longest tentacles and two shorter illithids came into the tent. Holding a bound and struggling human mutant known as Wolverine between them.



“Another world” Minister Archon whispered.