A Day in the X-Harem [pt. II]

A bit later, after Daisy managed to collect herself from her ordeal after retreating to the relative privacy of their communal bathroom, she rejoined the group in the main area. Her... accident already gone, cleaned no doubt by one of the scantily clad Markandan servants who were quick to tend to their every need with almost worshipful obsequiousness.

The X-Men had the kindness not to comment on the incident and she put it behind her, knowing that each of them had by now experienced a similar display of perverse cruelty from the sadistic mutant terrorist turned enslaved Queen.

"Hill got pulled out by Mark around midnight." said Wolverine irritably, rubbing the back of his neck slowly, "No doubt he pounded the shit out of her cunt all night, well, decent chance he had her dance like a ballerina while Jean and Ororo blew him. That too."

Daisy blanched, feeling an immediate burst of jealousy as well as dismay that she hadn't put two and two together before now. Mark occasionally requested the presence of one or more of them in his royal bedchambers on some nights. Usually it was Wolverine, but Jubilee had gone and so had Kitty and Rogue.

God.

Was she actually feeling upset that the mind-controlling mutant who'd captured and enslaved them hadn't asked her into his bed?

Yes.

She felt a little sick to her stomach and looked away.

Iceman cocked his head and smirked faintly, "Are you speaking from experience, Logan?"

The burly hairy nude mutant grimaced and raised a fist with a singular out-thrust claw.

"That wasn't a no..." mumbled the gay equally naked mutant quietly.

Wolverine swatted him upside the head with a heavy hand, "Shut it, snowflake. I'm willin' to bet Mark's getting his jollies off by watchin' over us right now."

"Yea, probably." added Daisy, feeling self-conscious as she looked around with butterflies in her stomach. She realized she was loosening the arm she had across her naked breasts as if to show them off and she grimaced, keeping her other hand firmly over her groin. They'd been like this for days, but she still felt more comfortable with her private parts covered, however imperfectly. Magma and Jubilee no longer bothered, leaving their shaved and bare genitals exposed for everyone to ogle.

She shot a grateful glance at the well-hung nearly immortal mutant, "Well thanks for the update. I'm glad my boss is nice and safe, getting plowed by the King of Markanda's giant schlong!"

Wolverine didn't respond verbally, just smirking slightly with a minutely raised eyebrow as he headed out to the balcony, his big erection bobbing and leading the way.

Jubilee, with flushed cheeks and absolutely diamond hard nipples, quickly followed after him. Daisy rolled her eyes, little question as to what those two would be doing out there.

After that there little impromptu meeting ended.

Magma wandered over to the part of their room that held the... sex-stuff, disappearing behind the free-standing wall of suspiciously placed holes to be alone perhaps. Iceman retired to their group bed to cross his hands behind his head and stare at the ceiling. Colossus and Beast started again on their completely pointless and entirely way to philosophical discussion on why exactly they were all Mark's slaves now. This particular conversation had been going on for days now whenever they had down-time like this. They just talked in circles with Gambit entertaining himself by throwing in examples of when the X-Men had been captured or defeated in the past but somehow had not been claimed as slaves by the victor every time the long-winded Hank McCoy came to a conclusion, starting them all over again.

Once again, entirely pointless, was Daisy's verdict. They were Mark's slaves because he was powerful and he had defeated them with such contemptuous ease.

To the victor goes the spoils and all that. Daisy didn't have to like it, but she most definitely respected it. Maybe she wished that she'd been strong enough to defeat his forces or escape immediately, but she hadn't and this was her reality now.

When he'd enslaved them all he'd been so powerful, effortless in the way he controlled all of them. The sense of power Daisy got from that action, power the Mark held over them, was intoxicating. Part of her mind wondered if she could ever have resisted that power.

And another part was getting turned on by the casual way he exercised it, and wondered what would happen when that power was turned on her again...

Plus her pussy was just aching for another ride on her maybe-boyfriend's monster cock.

The next thing on their agenda was bathing. There were ten of them in Mark's official 'X-Harem' and an enormous team of bathers was due to descend upon them in the next hour or two. Washing themselves beforehand did nothing to stop the servants from doing so and they all found themselves quite unable to disobey the bathers' friendly requests.

Soon enough Daisy was ensconced in a pool of warm water between two pretty girls with ebony skin and glittering jewelry in their hair and covering the upper part of their shoulders and chest, but leaving their dark breasts and the rest of their bodies entirely nude. They moved around her to slowly wash every inch of her skin. Four hands rubbed all over her body, making slow circular motions that felt wonderful.

"Mmmm..." she purred, settling back and spreading her legs a little to give the person between them a bit more room.

Sometimes, just... sometimes, being a **** felt like the most wonderful thing in the world.

"Turn around, Daisy." remarked Jandee in her thick yet pleasant Markandan accent, "It's time to clean that cute little white butt!"

Feeling utterly relaxed she giggled as she got into position, leaning over the ledge and raising her butt above the water, "It's not that little!"

A gentle slap impacted with her left butt-cheek, "Compared to some of your sister-slaves like Jubilee and Kitty perhaps. But remember, a big fat white royal serpent prefers a big fat chocolate Markandan ass always!"

"Jandee! Put that naughty tongue to better use!" remarked Amwi who was sitting on the ledge beside Daisy, her hand cupping her tit from below, "Our King prefers a tight mutant asshole to any commoner butt, no matter how big and round. That's why she's in his harem and you're licking her ass!"

Daisy didn't feel the need to say anything. Jandee and Amwi and the rest of their bathers were as much victims as they were. They worshiped the ground Mark walked on and by extension partially worshiped them as well.

She wiggled her ass, feeling a shivery pulse of anticipation. It started with a tongue. She hadn't been a fan of anal stimulation back when she'd been free, but it had grown on her a bit during these daily bathings. She was actually looking forward to the first time Mark took her ass.

In this position, she could see the men standing in the showers, soap suds liberally coating their ripped and muscular bodies. Ropes of white bubbled across pecks and abs, rolling over powerful arms and sharp shoulders. It was definitely an erotic sight with teams of basically nude black women running their soapy hands and bodies all over the men. Her eyes lingered upon Wolverine's bulging veiny cock, recalling with relish how her boyfriend's somehow dwarfed that.

Then warm hands ran over her butt, slowly spreading her cheeks before they both moved in. They pressed against the outside of her sphincter and she felt warm breath on her other hole. That was quickly engulfed by a slippery tongue.

"Mmmm~!" she purred, throwing her head back.

After a few minutes in which a lubricant slickened finger replaced a tongue up her backside, Daisy felt Amwi lean down and whisper into her ear, "Oh sweet Daisy. I have a message for you from the king."

She froze in an instant, unable to quell the pulse of excitement that welled up from the pit of her stomach, "Tell me!"

The black servant made a soft mewl of amusement even as one of her fingers teased across Daisy's lower lip. It felt like Mark's touch. And she quivered, asshole clenching around Jandee's slowly plunging digit, holding it fast as she felt Amwi's breath softly hot upon her ear-lobe, "I'm sorry Mystique did that to you, Daisy. I'm going to punish her for that. She's jealous, you know. Because you're my 'little girlfriend' and she's just my third wife..."

Daisy moaned, feeling herself growing wet as the finger was drawn from her mouth. She lapped at it hungrily, wanting more of that taste... that intimacy with her... boyfriend. She let out a soft pleasured sigh as she felt Jandee began to press against her sphincter once more with her slickened finger, slowly working it into the tight ring of muscle.

Amwi spoke with no accent and a familiar tone as she bent down and kissed Daisy, "Let me make it up to you!"

As their lips met, Daisy's world exploded and she moaned, groaned, and flailed in the water as she came hard, experiencing the strongest orgasm she'd had since the first time Mark had fucked her.

In a different part of the palace, a very satisfied Professor X spoke out loud and into Amwi's mind, "Let me make it up to you!"

He laid out naked on his very comfortable adjustable bed, the back raised so that he could fully enjoy the erotic tableau his palatial apartments had become at his mental behest to sate his lewd desires, enjoying the thrice sexual scenes of his current environs, the perverted encounter his more physically robust counterpart was about to partake, as well as the pleasingly perverse situation his former students now harem-members were enjoying.

Shombi dropped her big black ass onto the fairly diminutive and pathetically sized penis of this body. Though only a few inches of meagerly hard dick was inside her, you wouldn't know it by her reaction. She felt like Mark's enormous prick was gouging out her moistening, squeezing depths and that's exactly what the rest of the occupants of the room saw.

He chuckled darkly, watching her fat black butt-cheeks jiggling and squashing wildly atop his hips. He spanked them each in turn, enjoying the way her giant ass dwarfed his narrow hips. She moaned and mewled and cried out, her big black titties swinging wildly, rhythmically visible past the sides of her torso as she rode him.

The room around him is a riot of erotic motion, thrusting sweaty brawny black bodies thrusting into fleshy busty black bodies all for his pleasure both in viewing erotically and psychically tasting himself.

He rose above them, enjoying their pleasured cries and groans. He enjoyed the visual, a stick thin naked white man as black bodies performed sexually for his every whim. He slapped and kneaded the huge dark orbs of Shombi's backside

"You like this? You like this?" he cried out, spurring her on. "You like my big white mutant cock?"

"Oh yeah... you're so big... mmmm..." she moaned, enjoying being both physically and mentally brought to a dark place where her only concerns were carnal enjoyment.

He had put all the humans in this room into this state. It was amazing what a little psychic suggestion could do. He hardly even needed to concentrate on it, instead he let his mind briefly wonder to other things, such as how he could make today's events even more pleasurable for him and his counterpart.