Aftermath and Some Videos

Hisako came back to herself abruptly, her consciousness snapping into clarity with a jolt. Her heart pounded hard against her ribs, her breathing ragged, cheeks flushed with the lingering heat of orgasm. Slowly, horribly, reality seeped back into her senses, replacing the neural emitter's erotic visions with the stark truth of her surroundings.

She wasn’t hidden away. Not even slightly.

She was lying back on her own bed, her skirt hiked up indecently around her waist, thighs spread obscenely wide. Wensanga knelt calmly between them, her beautiful, skull-marked face composed, focused, concealing Hisako’s slick, swollen pussy as she smoothed her skirt back into place. Her maid's demeanor remained utterly calm, as if she'd just finished performing a perfectly ordinary duty, nothing more scandalous than fixing a loose button.

Around them, the grand dormitory stretched out, beds lined up in neat rows like exhibits in a gallery. Hisako’s pulse quickened again with shame as she met the eyes of several of her fellow mutant prisoners staring openly, some in quiet shock, others with barely concealed curiosity or envy. Rockslide’s mouth hung open, Wolfsbane flushed and quickly looked away, Pixie’s eyes sparkled with excitement—every reaction etched into Hisako’s memory in perfect, humiliating detail.

Wensanga leaned forward, voice low, intimate, and soothing. "You did well, Hisako. The first step is always hardest."

Hisako shuddered, closing her thighs abruptly as she sat up, smoothing her skirt with trembling fingers. Her skin burned, and she could feel the heat of her maid’s touch lingering, the wetness still coating her inner thighs. "I...I have to go," she mumbled, unable to look Wensanga in the eye.

"Of course," Wensanga replied calmly, utterly unaffected. "If you need me again, you only have to ask."

Hisako fled her bed quickly, cheeks blazing, heart still racing. She sought Magik instinctively, needing to confess, needing guidance, needing to report on what she’d learned.The cold, blonde Russian sat cross-legged on her bed, her eyes coolly assessing as Hisako approached.

Magik’s expression betrayed nothing, though her piercing gaze swept briefly down to Hisako’s disheveled skirt and flushed cheeks before returning calmly to her eyes. "Something you want to say?"

Hisako swallowed, shame rising bitterly in her throat. "You saw."

"We all saw," Magik replied bluntly, voice flat and unmoved. "This isn't exactly a private room."

Hisako winced, embarrassment flooding her anew. "I—I didn't mean for that to happen. I swear, Illyana, it just... she touched me, and I was already worked up from the video, and then it just—it happened."

"Save it," Magik interrupted coolly, eyes distant and cold as ice. "If you need to use one of those servile bitches to get yourself off, go ahead. I don’t care."

Hisako stared, mouth open in shock. "You don't?"

Magik’s voice hardened, eyes suddenly fierce. "What matters is getting out of here, Hisako. As long as you don't start trusting them or forgetting who the enemy is, what you do to cope isn't my business. Just keep your focus. Escape is all that matters."

The harsh practicality of Magik’s words was jarring, almost as shocking as what Hisako had just experienced. She had expected anger, disgust, something—anything but cold indifference. But the blonde mutant’s detachment sent a chill down her spine.

"You don't think less of me?" Hisako asked weakly, voice barely a whisper.

Illyana’s gaze softened just a fraction, revealing exhaustion beneath her stern facade. "We're prisoners being manipulated by telepaths powerful enough to rewrite our memories and make us feel things we don't want to feel. I think less of the people doing this to us, not you."

Hisako exhaled slowly, a tiny relief blooming inside her chest, even as she remained deeply unsettled by Magik’s detached demeanor.

"Well, what did you see?" asked with impatience even as Hisako couldn't help but notice her nipples were still hard, piercing through her shirt prominently.

She sat down beside her, voice dropping low. "I saw the others. The ones that were taken with us. Wolverine, Beast, Rogue, Iceman, Magma... all of 'em."

Magik glanced at her but didn’t speak, waiting.

"They weren’t restrained. Not visibly. They were just... lounging. In some big suite, I think. A fancy one. All naked. Like, really naked. And piled on top of each other. They were just lying there in bed, getting morning blowjobs from their own maids. Not tied up. Not ****. Just… letting it happen. Like it was part of their daily routine."

Her voice shook, a crack of desperation in it. "They looked like they’d accepted it. Like they liked it. They even started having sex."

"That’s just the mind control. Could you tell where they were?" Magik asked quietly, still focused on reuniting with the X-Men before using her portals to help them all escape this place.

For a moment, Hisako was back inside the vision—an uncomfortable flash of Beast, reclining on that large round bed, his surprisingly normal-looking blue penis bobbing gently as a Markandan beauty suckled him with serene devotion. The image made her stomach twist with something too complex to name. She remembered what he’d said before the separation—that the telepaths might’ve built mental walls into their minds, subconscious sabotage to keep them complacent, to make sure they never truly tried to escape.

What if that stubborn line in Illyana’s head wasn’t principle? What if it was just another cage?

"I don’t know. Higher up, maybe. There was a balcony. I could see the sky. It looked nice. Peaceful."

Magik’s eyes narrowed, her posture still and intent. She didn’t react to the mention of sex, didn’t so much as blink at Hisako’s trembling voice or the heat behind her words. Instead, she began asking quiet, precise questions— Her words were clipped, analytical, determined to extract useful details buried beneath layers of emotion and arousal. Hisako found herself recalling things she hadn’t even realized she’d noticed.

She never once acknowledged the sexual elements of the vision. Didn’t comment, didn’t flinch, didn’t let a single trace of judgment or curiosity touch her voice. It was as if the writhing pile of naked bodies hadn’t even registered. She asked about exits. Structure. Floor plans.

And once she had what she wanted, she leaned back slightly, her expression unreadable.

“You’re going to keep watching,” she said evenly. “You’ll let Wensanga think she’s winning. Play along. Get her to give you more. More footage. More access. If they’re going to use these videos to manipulate you, we’ll use them to find a way out.”

She met Hisako’s gaze directly, eyes hard as flint.

“Do what you have to.”

Hisako’s nights blurred into a guilty, voyeuristic routine, watching hours of video provided by Wensanga through the neural emitter. She’d hoped at first that the X-Men were fighting back somehow, resisting at least mentally, but the videos quickly crushed that idea.

The truth was way messier and, embarrassingly, way hotter.

The X-Men definitely had their minds fucked with. They complained about being captives, bitched about their new roles, and openly made fun of Mark Williams behind his back—but they still obeyed him. He was clearly their boss now, and though they didn't like him much, nobody even talked about escaping.

They constantly joked about Mark’s huge cock. The jokes were half-insults, half-envy, and the women—especially Quake and Jubilee—clearly thought about fucking it despite themselves. Even Bobby couldn’t stop drooling over Mark's dick, loudly complaining about how unfair it was that he didn't stand a chance against something like that.

The videos showed the X-Men fucking a lot, sometimes in really weird ways. Once, all the guys suddenly dropped what they were doing and gathered around Magma. She just stood there smirking, grabbing her tits, spreading her legs, and egging them on until each guy jerked off on her. The other girls just ignored it, acting like nothing was happening.

Colossus sometimes pretended to be a literal statue—hard metal body rigid, cock fully erect—while the women took turns fucking themselves on his unmoving shaft. He'd stand there politely, face carefully neutral, while they moaned and bounced enthusiastically on him.

Hisako vividly remembered another scene: Jubilee straddling Gambit's face, openly mocking his dick while she jerked him off roughly, slapping him until he came all over himself. Meanwhile, Logan fucked Rogue hard on the floor right beside them, growling and dominating her completely. Jubilee wasn't the only one who liked bullying Gambit. Shadowcat often joined in, teasing him by phasing her fingers around his dick, flicking it playfully just enough to drive him crazy but never letting him get off easily.

During the day, the X-Men acted like friends, but at night it was Logan's show. Jubilee called it "poundtown," which made Hisako roll her eyes even though it fit perfectly. Wolverine always fucked the girls first, marking them with his cum before the other guys got their turn. The rest had to wait around, stroking their cocks like horny teenagers, until Logan decided he was done.

Watching this stuff every night was seriously messing with her head. Hisako found herself imagining being fucked by Wolverine just like Rogue or Jubilee—used, dominated, and filled up. She knew it was fucked up, but she couldn’t deny it turned her on. And that scared her.

One video caught Hisako’s attention immediately. Nightcrawler had appeared, teleporting into the room in a puff of sulfur smoke, casually greeting Wolverine with a warm smile. “Mein Freund! It's good to see you thriving in our Lord's grace.”

She felt her face flush hotly, a thrill racing down her spine. She didn’t read hentai manga as a rule, but as a teenager growing up in Japan she picked up enough through cultural osmosis to always find Nightcrawler's demonic appearance strangely alluring. The pointed ears, the devilish tail, those glowing amber eyes—everything about him screamed sexy devil.

But now, seeing him stark naked, her imagination paled in comparison to reality. Hisako’s eyes immediately dropped to his crotch, where an impressive, equine-shaped package rested. Thick and intimidating, Nightcrawler’s cock lay hidden inside a dark blue, fleshy sheath, nestled between massive, heavy balls. It was obscene, enticing, and impossibly arousing.

Wolverine chuckled gruffly, nodding in acknowledgment, lounging lazily on a plush chair, Jubilee kneeling dutifully between his spread hairy thighs. “Good to see you too, elf. Still preachin' about Mark being a god?”

“Of course!” Nightcrawler replied earnestly, eyes bright with genuine zeal. “How else can you explain all this?” He gestured broadly around the room, clearly referencing the explicit acts and luxurious surroundings. “Mutants are the chosen, Logan. Our powers, our pleasure—these are holy gifts from Mark himself.”

“It gladdens me greatly to see you flourishing in the blessings of our Lord Mark."

Logan rolled his eyes, a low grunt escaping him. "Kurt, ya know I ain't buyin' all this holy shit. Mark might be callin' the shots, but he's just the boss—nothin' more."

Nightcrawler smiled indulgently, shaking his head in gentle reproach. "Ah, Logan, always the skeptic. Yet here you are, reaping the pleasures of his divine generosity."

As they spoke, Jubilee glanced up mischievously from Wolverine’s thick cock, eyes sparkling with interest as they fixed on Nightcrawler’s exotic, equine package. Without hesitation, she beckoned him over with a playful gesture, a smile curving her lips.

"Mind if I worship you too, Reverend Blue?" Jubilee teased, her tone sultry and playful.

“Yes of course, fraulein.” Nightcrawler chuckled softly, stepping closer, allowing Jubilee’s eager hands to explore him. Her fingers traced teasingly over his sheath, coaxing and stroking until his cock began to emerge. Hisako watched with stunned fascination as the thick, wet, mottled pink and blue horse cock slowly telescoped outward from the sheath, growing in girth and length until it stood proudly erect, slightly bigger than even Logan's monstrous member.

What made it even more shocking was the contrast.. Wolverine was built like a squat tank, all dense muscle and raw power. Nightcrawler, on the other hand, was slim and wiry, almost delicate by comparison-making that massive cock between his legs seem even more ridiculous.

“See?” Nightcrawler gestured casually downward. “Even this—holy communion, my friend. Our acts please our Lord, and we honor Him by spreading our seed among the Markandan broodmares.”

Logan smirked, clearly enjoying Jubilee’s skilled mouth as he spoke. “Never thought you'd trade Catholicism for cock-worship, Kurt.”

Nightcrawler laughed easily, a warm, genuine sound. “Faith is faith, Logan. The path is different, but devotion remains. Mark is our god, mutants His chosen people. The Markandans are our willing servants and breeders, sacred vessels for our holy offspring. What could be more natural?”

Logan snorted, clearly irritated despite his own arousal. "Enough preachin', Kurt. Just shut up and enjoy yourself for once."

"All acts done in joy are acts of worship, mein Freund," Nightcrawler replied serenely, his hand gently caressing Jubilee's hair as she took his enormous cock into her mouth with practiced ease.

"Yeah, yeah," Logan muttered, though a faint smirk played at his lips. "Less preachin', more fuckin'."

Nightcrawler laughed warmly, clearly enjoying Logan's bluntness. "As you wish."

After several minutes of Jubilee expertly alternating between them, Logan rose to his feet, guiding her onto all fours. Nightcrawler slid himself on his back beneath her, his impossibly large cock pressing insistently against her pussy, while Logan lined himself up at ass. Hisako watched, pulse racing, as both mutants slowly pushed their thick shafts into Jubilee simultaneously.

Jubilee cried out, overwhelmed, but eagerly pressed herself back, taking them both deeper. Logan thrust firmly, growling low in satisfaction, while Nightcrawler matched his movements, murmuring quiet blessings as he drove into her.

Hisako’s thighs clenched involuntarily, her breathing shallow and ragged. Her fantasies had never prepared her for the reality unfolding before her. Two powerful mutants, dominating their willing partner completely, bodies entwined in explicit, overwhelming pleasure.

Nightcrawler’s gentle zealotry mixed oddly yet perfectly with Logan’s primal dominance, creating a dynamic that left Hisako dizzy with arousal and confusion. Watching Jubilee submit, enthusiastically taking every inch of their massive, mutant cocks, Hisako’s resistance crumbled even further.

She wanted this. She wanted to feel that raw power, to surrender completely, to be claimed and bred by mutants who truly embraced their divine superiority.

And that realization terrified and excited her in equal measure.

Hisako’s heart raced as another scene flickered to life through the neural emitter, vivid and immediate. The spacious, luxurious quarters of the X-Men were filled with casual, relaxed energy. Gambit and Rogue lounged on a plush velvet sofa in nothing but bright-colored g-strings, Jubilee and Shadowcat giggled together out on the balcony similarly clad, and Iceman casually chatted with Magma, leaning against an ornate pillar, his pale blue g-string barely concealing his modesty. Colossus stood near a bookshelf, quietly paging through a thick volume, his metallic body gleaming above his tight red and gold groin clinging pouch.

Suddenly, Hisako saw Beast pause mid-sentence, his posture abruptly shifting. He dropped from the graceful stance of an intellectual to a crouched position, resting his weight forward onto his massive knuckles, eyes narrowing to slits. Nearby, Wolverine mirrored him instinctively, squatting low, his muscular, hairy frame fully exposed as he started pacing slowly, like a predator stalking prey.

Beast growled deep in his throat, fingers hooked, then tore away his bright yellow g-string with a savage swipe, baring his blue dick already swelling rapidly to full, intimidating hardness. Logan’s cock was equally erect, jutting aggressively forward, glistening and dripping with obvious intent.

The others immediately froze, their relaxed mood evaporating into tension and fear. It was as if they'd forgotten they were heroes, powerful mutants capable of easily defending themselves. Instead, they appeared as frightened civilians, wide-eyed and wary.

“Holy shit,” Bobby gasped, stumbling back and onto a chaise lounge. “Wh-what the fuck is that?!”

“Why is there a gorilla in here?!” Shadowcat shrieked, clutching Jubilee’s arm.

“That’s not a gorilla! That’s a—Beast—?” Jubilee blinked, then screamed as he took a step forward and snarled, thick drool trailing from his lips.

Gambit grabbed Rogue, dragging her behind him. "Git behind me, chère! Git behind me!"

Rogue, trembling and wide-eyed, pointed at Wolverine. “Why is there a wolf man comin' at us like that?! Gambit, do somethin'!”

"Ah-l think maybe we jus'.. stay calm, non?" Gambit stammered, eyes dartinng to Logan's growin' erection. "Maybe... maybe we jus' play it cool. Don' provoke 'em..."

Rogue stared at him like he'd slapped her. “Play nice?! There’s a monster with his dick out and you're talkin’ about manners?!”

On the far side, Colossus stood frozen, towering and metal-skinned—and utterly useless. “That… that is a wild animal. I am not trained for wild animal combat,” he said stiffly, slowly backing away from Quake and Magma.

Magma grabbed his arm. “You’re made of metal! You can crush tanks!”

“Yes,” he said, trembling. “But that is a wolf and that is a gorilla. We are not safe.”

Beast growled again, low and threatening. Jubilee screamed and stumbled back behind Shadowcat, clutching her tightly.

“We need to get out!” she cried.

“I can’t phase us through the wall! We’re locked in with them!” Kitty wailed.

Hisako watched it all unfold, heart pounding. They were acting like frightened civilians—like they weren’t battle-hardened superheroes who’d faced Sentinels, space gods, and world-ending threats. It was like they didn’t even recognize their teammates. Beast and Wolverine weren’t strangers—they were their friends. Teammates.

And yet here they were, paralyzed by fear, minds rewritten so completely they couldn’t even see that anymore.

Hisako swallowed hard. It was terrifying—how easily the telepaths had done this. No struggle, no visible effort. Just a flick of psychic influence, and everything they were had been overwritten like lines of text on a screen.

If they could do that to them… what chance did the students have?

The fear churned in her gut—but so did something else. Heat. Arousal. A twisted thrill curled up inside her, shameful and impossible to ignore. Seeing these powerful figures reduced to quivering, horny prey—it lit something in her she didn’t want to name.

Beast stalked forward on all fours, sniffing at the air, head low like a predator sizing up a herd of helpless deer. Wolverine was crouched near the couch, claws twitching back and forth, eyes locked on Rogue’s jiggling ass as she twisted in panic behind Gambit.

“They’re gonna fuckin’ eat us!” Iceman cried, hiding behind a couch. “Or—or fuck us then eat us!” Hisako noticed, with heated embarrassment, that Bobby’s blue g-string strained visibly, betraying a nervous but undeniable erection.

"No shame in survivin', chère," Gambit muttered low, tryin' not to meet her eyes. "Let 'em take what they want. Maybe they let us go after."

Rogue turned to him, her jaw droppin'. "Let 'em have us?! What happened fightin'?! T protectin' yer girl?!"

Gambit winced, his voice tight. "You seen the size o' that thing ?! ain't takin' no wolfman cock for nobody, bébé."

Rogue's mouth dropped open in shock, eyes blazin'. "You goddamn coward!"

Beast’s snarl grew louder as he locked eyes on Quake and Magma, who huddled beside Colossus, both looking to him with growing desperation.

“Piotr—do something!” Magma hissed.

“I… I believe we should not anger them,” Colossus said, holding his hands up helplessly. “Perhaps… submission is safest.” His genuine concern somewhat negated by his massive erection, his speedo’s pouch stretched outward like a slingshot pulled to its limit, several inches of his bare metal shaft fully visible and gleaming in the light.

Beast surged forward, nostrils flaring as he sniffed at Quake’s thighs.

“Oh my God, oh my God,” she cried, backing up into Magma’s arms. “Is it smelling me?! Is it sniffing me?!”

Magma whispered in disbelief, “Why do they all have huge cocks? That shouldn’t be what happens with predators!”

Wolverine had pressed Gambit aside roughly, gripping Rogue’s wrist and pulling her forward. His rock-hard cock brushed against her bare thigh, smearing precum as he growled possessively, nostrils flaring as if scenting her readiness. Rogue’s frightened gasp was tinged with unmistakable excitement as she stared into Logan’s wild, animalistic eyes.

Rogue shrieked, a ****, trembling sound, as her g-string was sliced apart by the snikt of Logan’s claw. The shredded fabric fluttered to the floor, leaving her bare and ****. She twisted, instinctively trying to hide in Gambit's arms—but Logan dragged her backward by the hips with a guttural growl, claws retracting as he pulled her into a kneeling position on the plush carpet.

Her thick, round ass jiggled violently with each movement, her bare skin flushed and goose-pimpled. Logan gripped her wrists and **** them to the floor in front of her, pinning her down like prey. He crouched low behind her, pressing his weight forward as he mounted her from behind, his powerful thighs flexing as he positioned himself. His swollen cock slapped between her thighs, then pushed forward—and with a single, brutal thrust, he buried himself in her.

Rogue screamed—shock, pain, and unmistakable pleasure blending in her voice. Her toes curled, back arching as Logan rutted her like a feral dog, his body hunched over hers, his snarls loud and ragged in her ear.

On the other side of the room, Beast was already deep into his own claiming.

Hisako couldn’t look away.

Daisy Johnson—Quake—was bent nearly in half, folded like a toy in Beast’s iron grasp. He had crouched down, thighs spread wide in a low, primal squat, his furry arms locked under hers, hands clasped behind her neck in a crushing full-nelson. Her legs dangled helplessly on either side of his thick lap, bouncing with every powerful thrust.

His blue cock pistoned in and out of her, stretching her open with obscene ease. Her cries were high and ****, arms pinned, body trembling, tits jiggling wildly from the **** of his motion. Her entire body rocked in rhythm as Beast slammed her down again and again onto his shaft, his growls vibrating through her pinned form.

Gone was the gentle, articulate Hank McCoy—this was something else entirely. He wasn’t just fucking. He was claiming.

Hisako felt her thighs squeeze together as she watched Daisy’s sweat-slicked body collapse forward, cheeks flushed, mouth open in a helpless moan, her pleasure fully overriding any fear.

Both women—Rogue bent and trembling under Wolverine’s hunched, clawed form, and Quake folded like a helpless doll on Beast’s lap—had long since stopped resisting.

They were being used.

And they loved it.

The others watched, frozen in place but unmistakably aroused. Bobby’s hand moved in frantic rhythm, jerking himself in time with Logan’s savage thrusts. Colossus stared unblinking, stroking slowly, pre-cum already wetting the metal of his hand. Even Gambit, teeth gritted, couldn't help but slowly grip his cock as he watched his girl taken before him.

This wasn’t a team anymore. It wasn’t a sanctuary.

It was a den.

And the alphas had taken control.