Emma Frost was approaching the striptease club known as The Justice Club. The White Queen was in her old uniform consisting of a white corset and white fur cape. To those who saw her, she appeared as a generic man who was rather large and no one would trouble the big man.

Ever since she had taken over the school for Xaiver and started teaching the Generation X kids. She had slowly been losing money. Emma needed some place to invest money, and she heard that this place was starting to be a money maker.

Even though the she had never meet She-Hulk, the White Queen was surprised at how close the bouncer looked like her. After accepting, the twenty dollars, the bouncer looked real hard at Emma, almost sensing that something was wrong. But, with a quick mind adjustment, she let the former Hellfire member enter.

When she sat down, she saw that the current dancer pretending to be the weather-witch, Storm. Even though it was not a good likeness, she was amused at the dancer, degrading herself while mist from an overhead water system drenched her.

Emma couldn't help but feel contempt for the dancer as she pranced around the stage letting the horny crowd ogle her scantily clad body.

Emma couldn't believe that any woman would demean and humiliate herself by stripping. It was difficult enough for a woman to succeed in a "man's" world, but these hussies set back women's suffrage at least a century.

The White Queen was above these tramps, or so she believed at the time. She considered herself to be of a higher social class, so she could easily look down her nose at the dancers.

Of course, Emma was stupid though. She had no reservations about making money off the women if she decided to invest in the club.

When "Storm", climaxed with a bright flash from a strobe light, Emma took a moment to readjust where her hands were. Surprisingly, she thought, few people paid much attention.

Emma was startled when she saw a tall, well built man sit down at the table with her. She hadn't even noticed his approach. The man had short dark hair, chiseled features, and cold gray eyes that bore right through her.

The White Queen instantly found herself attracted to the man. "Hello, Ms. Frost. Let me introduce myself. The name is Thorne, I'm the owner of the Justice Club." he said with authority. He's very confident and sure of himself, Emma thought. Ms. Frost? He had addressed her as Ms. Frost! That meant Thorne could see through her mental projection and he knew she wasn't a man. Plus, he knew her identity as well.

Thorne knew the White Queen was shocked at the turn of events. She was astonished by the revelation that her telepathic powers had not affected him. He had been in his office on the second floor when he had sensed there was a telepath in the club. He scanned She Hulk's mind, since she was working the door, and learned of his guest.

Thorne had detected Emma the second she walked through the door. He did a quick scan of her mind, without her knowing it, and soon learned her identity.

So the infamous White Queen had decided to visit his little club. He immediately went down to greet her. This was too good of an opportunity to pass up.

"You know me?" Emma asked him. She was still shaken by the fact that Thorne could see through her disguise. Emma suspected that he must have telepathic abilities of his own, her mental defenses activated. Emma knew various ways to shield her mind and thoughts. And she knew how to prevent others from gaining entry into her mind.

"Of course I know who you are dear lady. It's not every day the White Queen walks into my club. There's no need to be alarmed by me being here with you. You're a powerful telepath but my abilities are stronger and your projection is wasted on me." Thorne said.

"I see." Emma said in a cold tone. She was trying to regain her composure and having a difficult time doing so. "Are you a mutant?" she inquired.

Thorne laughed. "No, I'm not a mutant. What I am is...unique." he trailed off. He could detect the White Queen was unnerved by him. Emma Frost didn't like not being in control of the situation.

"What brings you here?" Thorne asked. "Oh, I was just passing by your quaint establishment and I got curious. So I thought I'd have a look around, if you don't mind." Emma lied.

Thorne nodded in understanding. "Yes. It's easy to be curious about the Justice Club. It's a special place. By all means, stay as long as you want."

He had the waitress bring them some drinks and Emma thought it was odd that the waitress was wearing a white string bikini and had floppy rabbit ears on her head.

"Let's both watch the next act. These next two ladies are my favorites, they are my own private entertainers. You should find them to be most fascinating, Emma." Thorne said. "I'm sure I will." Emma said with false bravado.

After Storm left, drinks were reordered, and everyone started to sit down. Over the speakers came an announcement, "Now for your pleasure, two of the most wonderful women we have here. Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl."

As the two Amazons entered the room, everyone was staring at them. The two beautiful sisters were a sight to behold.

Wonder Woman had on her normal red, white, and blue uniform, while Wonder Girl was wearing a black one piece rubber bathing suit that looked like it had been painted on her body. She also wore thigh high black boots and long black gloves.

Wonder Woman did a triple summersault in the air, landing at the edge of the stage. Wonder Girl then followed, but landed on top of Wonder Woman's shoulders. Wonder Girl jumped off her shoulders and grabbed onto a bar in the ceiling. As she let go of the bar, Wonder Woman jumped up and hung from the bar.

As she let go, to land on Wonder Girl's shoulders, Wonder Girl took a single step pack, causing Wonder Woman to land on the walkway with a large thump. "You did not land on my shoulders." Wonder Girl kicked Wonder Woman. "But..." Wonder Woman started to sputter. "you moved."

"Did I ask you to give a reason?" Wonder Girl asked. "No," Wonder Woman looked down cast. "What do you think I should do?" She asked. "Punish her! PUNISH HER!!!" came the roar from the crowd.

"Punish me." Wonder Woman whimpered. "Very good," Wonder Girl stated. "Now give me the mask."

Wonder Woman reached down and pulled out a black leather mask for a nearby bag. With head lowered, she offered the mask to Wonder Girl.

"Thank you slave." Wonder Girl took and mask and put it on her head. "Now, who owns you?" "You do, my Mistress," Wonder Woman groveled. "You my are my owner Domina."

"Very good." Domina slipped the mask on. "Now you will obey me." Wonder Woman fell to her knees and bowed down to her Mistress. Domina had a special punishment in mind for Wonder Woman.

Domina ordered Diana to eat her cunt and the Amazon Princess complied. Wonder Woman quickly took off her red bustier and her two massive tits bounced free and unhindered.

Wonder Woman got on her knees and moved between Domina's legs. She unsnapped the button on Domina's suit and the flaps that covered her crotch sprang open, leaving her wet slit naked and exposed for Diana's mouth.

Wonder Woman crawled forward and buried her face in Domina's snatch. Domina moaned as she felt Diana's tongue slip into the folds of her cunt. The heroine stroked Domina's clit and jabbed her tongue in and out of her Mistress' pussy.

Diana felt her own loins heat up as she ate her sister's cunt. She was very aroused and her nipples were both erect. Diana was feeling warm in her nether region.

She was experiencing a warmth all right. A large German shepherd dog had been brought onto the stage without Diana knowing it. The dog was steadily nuzzling her crotch through her satin shorts.

Wonder Woman screamed out in shock when she felt something warm nuzzling between her spread thighs! There was an animal sniffing at her crotch! Diana wanted to flee but she was not able to, her training and conditioning from Thorne made it impossible for her to resist or disobey.

"I hope you like my friend Wonder Woman." Domina laughed. "You and he are going to become very well aquatinted. This is what happens when you disobey your Mistress. The dog's name is Satan."

Diana was hopelessly trapped, she was going to be ravished by a dog. It was her punishment from the Mistress. Satan was sniffing between the cleft of her upthrust buttocks.

With her teeth gritted, Diana did her best to remain still, but every touch of the dog's nose sent a fresh shiver of fright racing along her spine. What kind of madness was this? She couldn't cry out for help, that was pointless. This was the punishment Domina had selected for her.

Wonder Woman shivered anew as the dog's moistly quivering tongue suddenly lashed out, licking the sensitive folds of her vagina. Her whole body tensed and she wiggled her buttocks, but he wouldn't budge. She tried again and in response he growled, softly but menacingly.

The dog's tongue licked over her anal crevice, licking up the edges of her blue shorts, coursing down over the fleshy ridges of her quivering pussy that pouted out beneath the shorts.

Diana shuddered in horror as the animal licked her crotch from one end to the other and he showed no signs of stopping. Satan's rough tongue licked again and again at the moist juiciness of the trapped heroine's vaginal cleft, and she found herself quaking from his savage contact, not from fear but from something she suddenly couldn't control. A strange sort of primitive excitement that emanated from deep within her near naked cunt.

The dog's bristly tongue raced over her clitoris as it slithered up under her shorts, he lapped at the tangy tasty wetness of her narrow slit. Wonder Woman's belly was knotted to the breaking point and she strained to hold back a tortured, relief-giving scream. I can't stand anymore! I can't!

Hungrily, the dog's lapping tongue snaked deep between the soft pliable lips of her moistly seeping cunt, the rough tip brushing over her pulsing clitoris now and then, each time sending a convulsive shiver racing along her tightly clenched cuntal furrow.

His hot probing tongue wormed up into the warmly trembling entrance to the mouth of her cuntal channel, lapping at the warm wetness deep inside her grasping pussy walls. Her body was shivering out of control, she didn't know how much more of this she could take before he licked her to orgasm. Then suddenly she knew... none. "Oh, no! Oh no!... ohhhhhh!" Diana groaned as she came.

Diana clenched her teeth to muffle her deep throaty moan. She dropped to the floor and lay there, heaving convulsively in the dying throes of her sudden orgasm.

Wonder Woman felt Domina move down her body. She rolled Diana gently onto her back. Domina proceeded to kiss Wonder Woman's throbbing breasts then began to suck them. Domina moved the nipples in and out of her mouth quickly, while she kept up a constant sucking pressure.

The highly erotic sensations reeled through Diana's body. Her hips began to move in a steady countering rhythm to Domina's stroking finger. Wonder Woman suddenly arched her body upward and shrieked madly as she was forced to orgasm.

The crowd roared in unison as they yelled for Domina to continue the debasement of Wonder Woman. Domina looked down with disgust at the fallen heroine and with a stern voice, she said to Wonder Woman, "That's was good, slave. Now I want you to suck the dog's cock!"

The White Queen was stunned by the spectacle on stage. She'd never witnessed such depravity in her life. Yet for some odd reason she was also captivated by what she saw on the stage and she was getting aroused by the unnatural copulation.

Emma's hand came up and started massaging her left breast without her knowing it. She was hot and she didn't care if Thorne saw her groping her tit. Thorne smiled faintly as he saw Emma fondling herself.

While the White Queen was distracted by the commotion on the stage, Thorne had been busy subtlety probing her mind and disarming her mental defenses. Emma was an accomplished telepath and she was a master of telepathy.

But Thorne was more powerful and he picked his way through her brain without Emma even knowing he had invaded her mind. He made a few alterations and tweaked her libido so that she would become more excited as she watched the show.

Emma was moaning softly as she continued to caress her breasts. She squeezed her thighs together to try and squelch the fire that was building in her loins.

Thorne delved through the layers of her mind until he reached the core of her being. Basically, he had found his way to her very soul. There was a white hot flame at the center of her being and he knew that he could easily extinguish the flame and destroy Emma's personality forever.

Instead, he projected all his mental commands and instructions into the flame. Emma shuddered slightly as her very soul was reprogrammed and Thorne's mind control became a part of her very being.

Wonder Woman slowly reached down and stroked the furry sheath of the dog's animal cock. Satan wriggled impatiently under her touch.

"Turn your head so we can watch," ordered Domina. "We want to see it going in and out of that dog sucking mouth of yours! Come on, give him head!"

Wonder Woman tried to blot out all thoughts of what was happening, to hold back the choking wad of nausea filling her stomach. Placing the side of her face against the huge animal's belly, she began to fondle his long, fur-encased member with her hand. Slowly, ever so slowly, she stroked it.

The organ appeared, the pointed scarlet, glistening tip of Satan's long animal cock oozing out of its protective sheath, slowly moving forward. She took a long, deep breath to fight back the nausea. "Now! Suck it!" her Mistress hissed.

Holding her breath now, Wonder Woman did it. Pushing all the degradation from her mind, Wonder Woman opened her lips and allowed the slender red cock tip to slide into her moist mouth, then farther and farther, until it touched the back of her throat. As she brought her tongue into action, the taste surprised her, amazingly it was almost sweet.

Satan responded immediately, hunching his rear flanks forward as she began to suck and twirl his lewdly distended organ in her mouth. As Diana moved her hand to his balls, caressing them lightly with her fingertips, a long low whine came from the dog's throat.

Wonder Woman hollowed her cheeks slightly as the long tapered shaft shot into her mouth in one steady pumping rhythm. She closed her teeth, but not enough to hurt the dog, swirling her tongue around his member as the excitement of this incredible depravity sunk into her mind. Somehow it didn't seem nearly so awful as she'd anticipated--rather, almost enjoyable in a terribly wicked, forbidden sort of way.

It was beginning to taste even sweeter, and the way it plunged to her mouth was driving her wild with pure primal lust. Absently, Wonder Woman slipped her hand down to her crotch and she quickly started to thrust her fingers in and out of her pussy.

Wonder Woman suddenly began to thirst for Satan's animal cum, thirst for it to gush down her throat, to choke her as it spurt forth in a hot sticky torrent! Maybe she'd finally cracked up like the rest of the world, but she accepted her fate and sucked and tongued his glistening cock.

She could feel his heavy, sperm laden balls slapping with a loud thump against the sensitive nub of her erect little clitoris, and she closed her eyes, savoring every second of this abandoned ecstasy she had suddenly found.

"Ohhhhh... ohhhhh... ohhhh," Wonder Woman moaned around Satan's swollen organ buried in her mouth as she knelt like a slave before him, committed to his total satisfaction. Domina was delighted to watch her lose control like this, it filled her with lewd amusement to watch her sister sink to such low depths.

Damn, what a slut she was. Wonder Woman was sucking the dog's cock with delight in an insane effort to bring on her own climax! On and on she sucked Satan's cock, her fingers warmly caressing his downy furry balls, while her other hand plunged in and out of her cunt.

Nothing was conscious to Wonder Woman except this need to have the dog's cum. Diana sucked and tongued the sweet, animal cock fucking into her mouth. She could feel the moans of passion slipping from her lungs, she was nearly there!

Satan's massive body began to quiver convulsively and suddenly, without warning, Wonder Woman's mouth was filled with a thick warm liquid which gagged her, slithering and oozing down her hungrily gulping throat.

Like a starving animal, she sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed while the huge beast whined with ecstatic delight and her whole body shivered with the pleasurable raptures of perverse unrestrained masochism.

Just as quickly as it had begun, it was all over, and the huge dog's cock began to deflate, to withdraw from her eagerly clasping lips, until finally he rolled from beneath her and got to his feet. Satan was led off the stage and returned to his kennel.

Wonder Woman felt the sudden surge of her fist plunging wildly up into her seething cuntal passage, and she had to cry out, but the fantastic fulfilling animal cock fucking into her ovaled lips wouldn't allow it. Her fist began to screw into her hole faster with renewed energy.

"Oh, yes, yes! Ohhhhhhh... she moaned wantonly at her panting employer as her hand fucked savagely into her wildly stretched cuntal hole. "I... I'm going to cum! I'm going to CUM! AAARRGGGG! YESSSS! Now! OH, YES, nooowwwww!" Wonder Woman yelled out above the roars and screams of the rabid crowd.

The mighty Amazon rammed her fist into her cunt and thrashed insanely on the stage. Members of the audience had gotten excited as well and there were a lot of hands stroking hard cocks.

The customers gave the sisters a standing ovation and threw wads of cash onto the stage. Domina bowed to the men and pointed to Wonder Woman, the place thundered with their grateful applause for the heroine. Wonder Woman ignored the clapping and lewd remarks as she followed behind Domina and crawled off the stage.

Once the sisters were backstage, Domina slapped a collar around Wonder Woman's neck and attached her leash. "Let that be a lesson to you, slut. NEVER disobey me or question my orders. You are a toy and nothing more. Now come to the dressing room with me and draw my shower, you will bathe me of course."

"Yes Mistress." Wonder Woman said demurely, she could still taste the dog's cum in her mouth and she licked her lips in anticipation at what else was to transpire.

Emma Frost was beside herself with lust. She was very aroused and incredibly horny. Emma had been totally enraptured by the show and she needed to cum very badly. Thorne looked into her mind and made her forget where she was. Emma needed to masturbate badly and she saw nothing wrong with doing on the spot.

It had taken him a while to reconfigure her mind, it had been a slow and tedious process. At one point he triggered one of her inner defenses and a blinding flash of energy exploded within his head. Thorne was jerked backward by the discharge but he was able to recover quickly and continue his task. He realized that Emma had blasted him with a psi-bolt of psychic energy. He disabled her telepathic powers and she became helpless.

Her mental disguise collapsed and the entire crowd saw she a woman and watched her with keen interest. Thorne sent out a mental field that encompassed the room and he told the patrons to watch the White Queen as she satisfied herself. But they had to remain quiet and pretend they didn't notice her.

The White Queen pushed her chair back from the table and took off her cape, laying it on an empty chair next to her. She completely ignored Thorne and everyone in the club. Her loins were on fire and she needed relief.

Without a thought to modesty, Emma sat back in her chair and proceeded to pull down the top of her strapless, one-piece white corset. The cups fell away from her large round breasts and the top of the outfit bunched around her waist. She now held the attention of every person in place. The next show was about to begin.

Up between Emma's thighs her loins were pulsating strangely. She didn't understand that she was the victim of Thorne's mind control. The White Queen didn't realize that she'd been enslaved by a person with greater powers than hers. Emma was in a hypnotic trance and she could not escape Thorne's influence.

Her left hand slid down along her curvaceous body, down the flat plane of her stomach to rest on her soft pubic mound enshrouded behind the material of her corset, to rest there and begin to rub back and forth through the garment. Emma could feel her moistness flowing down her trembling thighs. The fluid flowed freely from her wet vagina.

She was damp from her excitement. Her right hand fluttered up and cupped a ripe tingling breast and she squeezed the hardened nipple, feeling it leap into even greater erection at her demented caress.

The White Queen's groaning was almost incoherent now, and her sweaty body thrashed about on the chair in wild abandon. Emma's hands caressed the mounds of her breasts, touching the suppleness of her tit flesh.

She slipped her fingers up under the edges of her white shorts until they slithered up under the elastic band of her panties and into the soft, heat of her pussy mound.

Holding her shorts aside , she eased her right hand to her soft pubic mound and rubbed it wantonly. Emma knew in a deep recess of her mind that what she was doing wrong, but she was unable to summon the will to stop herself.

Her middle finger slid across the trembling, damp furrow until it came into maddening contact with the erect bud of her clitoris. The White Queen circled her fingertip across the turgid pleasure center, bringing her pussy a new, surging, consuming pleasure.