Finishing up the Meeting

"Okay, okay-okay…” Mark spoke under his breath as he deliberated, well aware of how absurd it was that he was the one in charge here seeing how he was positive that every other person in this room was smarter than him and infinitely more capable in every aspect of life.  Well, not Sabertooth. He was definitely smarter than Puppy.

Still, that was the answer.  His only real hope was leaning on the capabilities of his conquered and converted super-people.  He drummed his hands on Ramonda’s big beautiful black butt and straightened, “Okay! I’m no expert on any of this, but that’s okay because I happen to have the finest set of slaves who are the experts.  So, I’ll do the proper leader thing and delegate.”

There were agreeable smiles on several faces as they all looked to him expectantly and he elaborated, “Essentially how we’ll do this is with team-leads.  I want each of you to come up with a plan for how to take over your target as well as advocate for why we should target it over the others.”

“Jean, my love?  You’ve got the Institute.”

“Ororo, also my love, You’ve got the Avengers.”

“Cy, Baxter Building – The Fantastic Four.”

Scott nodded firmly, "Yes, my lord."

“Mystique-“

“Genosha.  Got it, Mark.  We’ll have Eric kissing your feet with his dick in a metal cage, I promise.”

Mark wasn’t at all bothered by her cutting in, appreciating both the initiative and the image.  He answered her evil smile with one of his own.

“Natasha, that leave you with Shield and neutralizing Nick Fury.”

“Okoye, see that each team is supplied with the best support staff my people have to offer, intelligence agents, soldiers, scientists, you name it.   Wanda, I want you to offer your input and expertise to any of the teams that need it. Chall, your job is to rove around and put that genius level tactical brain to work, play devil’s advocate, and helping me make the right choice at the end.  That means putting on the suit and walking around like you’re a man.” As Jean playfully transmitted Chall’s slight dismay to Mark’s mind, he grinned and held a hand up, “During the work day only. Shuri has to get up and don a lab coat when she’s doing her sciencing, you know.”

Chuckles and giggles accompanied his statement, Chall making an expression of “Ah you got me.”

“Does that sound good everyone?  Questions… objections…”

Various individuals made known their ascent though Scott added, “What’s the deadline for our planning sessions?  When are we coming back together to present our proposals and when you will make a decision?”

Mark thought for a moment, “Two days.  While you guys -Work hard with complete enthusiasm, letting nothing, no moral quandary or social ties keep you from creating the plans with the best chance of success-, I’ll be relaxing with my harem or wandering around and messing with my dear citizens.”

He’d made use of his new ability to impart commands remotely there and had felt it take hold in all of their minds.  Not that it was probably necessary to give such an order seeing as how they were all already perfectly loyal but it couldn’t hurt.

“Oh and please relax, Wanda.”  Mark smiled as he looked to her, “If you want to show off your chest, please do.  I think you’ve probably noticed that clothes are optional here in my palace. Hell, some unruly little cats aren’t even allowed to wear clothes.”

Chall grinned, enjoying his master’s attention as he rested back on his haunches, hands on the floor.  The fact that the Black Panther was just sitting there happily as Mark stood there with his now flaccid cock comfortably ensconced within his own mother’s warm wet leaking cunt was euphoric to the young man.

Wanda blushed and lowered her arms slowly, meeting Mark's eyes briefly and letting out a soft, "Ah okay..."

Mark couldn't resist sending another command, enjoying the fact that this powerful reality-manipulator was apparently unaware of his remote control of her mind, -You've decided to accept Markandan fashion and will wear clothing that leave your perfect beautiful breasts exposed from now on-

Mark pulled back his hips and retrieved his member from Ramonda's depths, accompanied by a lewd squelch sound. He followed that up with a slap of his flaccid meat atop her ass with a loud smack and a spray of juices across her dark butt-cheeks. "In any event, I think we're done here. You all have your assignments. I want you guys to work hard but that doesn't mean you can't take breaks and relax for a bit. The palace staff are always available to help out."

He looked around at them all with a serious expression, "Most of you are heroes and so are probably **** to make use of the servants' services. My command to you now is: Don't be. As my most trusted servants I expect you to model your own behavior after mine. When I want to fuck, drain my balls, or see a person humiliate themselves for my amusement, I do so. As you all are my playthings, the Wakandan- heh, no, Markandan people are yours."

He nodded towards the blue beauty wearing only an elaborate g-string that had her trademark tiny skulls ringing her hips, "Mystique, you said you'd 'fathered' a lot of children already. I want you to do your best to inject your superior genes into Markanda's population. I'll do my part and we'll see how well the average man competes...

God, he was insane. Why had a sane god given him this power? Still, he played at being dismayed at his own lack of morals but in truth he was reveling in his complete and total power of an entire country.

He gave the others some random debauchery-minded goals in his honor and finally ended the meeting, getting to his feet and petting Chall's head, letting the former-king know he was to follow on pet duty.