In memory of those lost

At the very moment Xavier stood, a foreign feeling to him even now, he gave a speech. Little did he know in the distance young Laura was being split roasted by two corrupted college studs, Betsy was riding the transformed half devil who wielded the tome screaming profanities, and Jean and Magik were on their knees worshiping the giant corruptor. Ororo and rogue were scissoring and making out. "We stand here today..."

"Ungh god stuff my tight little ass baby!" Betsy moaned loudly, barely audible through the orgy around her. "God you're so fucking hot! Cast a spell! It's so hot when you do that hot forbidden magic!" Not looking at the spell in question the man chanted between moans, enjoying the Asian slut frantically riding him. Slowly she felt her asshole tighten, or so she thought it was tightening until a pressure pushed against it. Oh fuck! He was growing! And not just in her ass either! Muscles grew on his already transformed frame, thickening even more. He was twice, maybe three times as wide as she was, making her look so fragile and dainty. Horns grew on his head and his tongue lengthened almost twice as long. His eyes were pure pink fire and she screamed feeling her ass stretch around his beer bottle thick cock. A distinct aura hit her, breaking her instantly. Bringing not just feelings of unbridled lust, but submissive worship and obsession. He was so sexually dominant now the moment they locked eyes she knew she was nothing but his possession, made for his pleasure.

The other women, not just the mutants all stopped, looking at the man the Asian was now riding more carefully. They all knew they too were his and waited on their hands and knees. The man grinned widely, "I have returned. Welcome my slutty subjects. Now which one of you will be my Queen?" He faked a sudden revelation, "How about the best fuck wins?" An army of sex obsessed, barely clothed women swarmed him.

Xavier sighed trying to continue his speech, "And with that I can only hope with their sacrifice the threat that we might have faced is no longer present. I trust they did their best and fell shortly after success. We will miss them dearly..."

"Will you?" A voice called. Xavier tried to squint his eyes to search the audience past the bright spotlight on him. A form stood, the silhouette of Doctor Strange. He stepped forward ignoring the plentiful murmurs. "You know these sorts of threats should be dealt with by people who...I don't know...have expertise in the field? You sent those people in, who truly had faith in you, who had no magical training. I heard Magik rushed in to try and get them out after hearing of your stupid impatience and narcissistic over confidence in your team."

The bald professor frowned before holding his hand up, "I sent word. And that team was one of the strongest team of mutants I could find."

"Who all now are also threats due to the corruption you failed to heed," Strange interrupted. "I am not looking forward to getting the book from those women. Nor facing their wrath when the elder god's influence turns them against us. The longer they stay like this the more influence that god will have in our realm."

Xavier shook his head, "You act like you are claiming war on these women, like they are acting in their right minds."

"They no longer have minds of their own, thanks to you Professor." The man turned to the audience, "This school is a memory to those lost. A series of potential 'What if' scenarios in these womens' minds. It will be a target once they lose interest in whatever they are currently are doing. If you don't want to end up like them, I would deeply consider leaving."

"How dare you scare my children!" he roared at the sorcerer. "This loss is incredible, insurmountable. But the fight is over. Once the book is retrieved that is the end. From the sounds of my reports from Scott, those women have no interest in power or anything remotely threatening to us."

"The book now I must get after you failed to inform me or any other notable magician." The Sorcerer supreme scoffed. "I give you a week to gather your greatest forces. And to smarten up. When I return, hopefully with the tome, then you all will follow my instructions I give when I return. No more decisions, no more arguing." With that the magician vanished.

One Week Later

Jean stood on her throne in the abandoned building smiling. She enjoyed her morning show of Laura getting her fresh virgin ass destroyed by the corruptor. Her healing factor was great at making every morning just as exciting and perverted as the last. How her eyes rolled back, her blood on her lip from her biting in pain and pleasure. The screams as it tore her in two. Her Master sat beside her and she instinctively began stroking him as they watched together. "The book has been missing for two days now."

Jean grunted, "No doubt a hero found out about us through my cuck of an ex. There are plenty who could sneak in and out without us knowing."

Her master grabbed her throat, her body trembling in excitement but also fearful respect. "Well slut, I can't cast spells without that book. I'm just a glorified sex god without it. Who was it? I heard Magik has been trying to win my graces and convince me to dethrone your thick ass, maybe she might be able to find my tome?"

Jean's eyes flared with pink fire, feeling the Slut **** taking over. Each mind around her was scanned, any hint of memories, glimpses of anyone who wasn't a slut or stud. Then she saw him in the memory of a star student gone size queen, Doctor Strange. It was brief, but not brief enough. "Stephen Strange, master. The Sorcerer Supreme. No doubt he has it locked away magically and almost impossible to retrieve by anybody but himself."

The hold on her neck loosened and she felt his powerful lips take her own. They passionately made out while Laura screamed in painful bliss, feeling a torrent of cum stuff her ass. "So how do we get him to give it back?"

Jean thought for several minutes before seeing her rival. The blonde bikini clad half-succubus was strutting around, hungry eyes on their master, "Darkchylde can travel not just through realms and space, but through time. Strange in the present would be ready. If we corrupted him in his past, his current self would be helpless. Hmm, I wouldn't mind making us an army worthy of spreading your influence while we were back there. I have the perfect ideas."

He sat and thought, leaning his head back while his red headed milf dutifully bent down and began sucking his massive cock. Grinning he patted her head, "So eager to please, so pent up. I feel there is so much more to you we haven't seen. Very well. You and your mutant sluts will travel back in time and do what you need to get my book back. I will wait here. Mess this up, pet, and I will find a worthy replacement."

Xavier sighed, staring back at his newly formed X-men roster, as well as some of the Avengers and other heroes available. "Well Stephen did say a week from now, he should-"

With a wisp of orange electric energy and smoke the familiar face walked into the room, "I got the book as promised. Now onto the next step. No doubt the corrupted will be compelled to get the tome back. We must expect full desperation on their side. I ran through countless strategies based on the women lost and it is worse than I feared. One of your mutants can travel through time. Another may still have the Phoenix **** in her. Combined they may corrupt anybody they find potential resistance in the present by targeting their past selves. Not a lot is known about time travel but as long as I have the will, they cannot retrieve the book. Now this will be a battle on three fronts. The first will be preventing possible checkmates. Me, Wanda, and any other reality shaping or similar powers must be protected and hidden from the women. Wanda, I will teach you a spell that will allow you to-"

"Travel into my previous self and control her?" Wanda asked in her thick East European accent, "I already learned this, Doctor. But when?"

"Well that is the problem." Strange groaned, "There are far too many targets. The only guaranteed target is-OOOAAHHH!" Countless heroes watched in horror as the older man before them slowly began transforming.

"No Strange wait!" Xavier touched his temple and the two fell ****.

Strange looked around on a porcelain ground, the night sky above. Xavier stood before him. "Where are we?"

The bald man his age shook his head, "Somehow already the only corner of your mind that you are still yourself. Whatever this corruption is, it is spreading quickly. I have a question to ask but I fear the moment you think of it the **** will find this last bit of Doctor Strange and snuff you out. Before I ask...is there anything we must know. Or must do?"

"You fucking bastard!" Strange spat, "Apathy towards me, towards your closest allies. Your return from **** wore that empathy down it seems. Well if you must know, Professor, if I am not in control and the corrupt me is...then there's nothing stopping me from just giving the book back. We have already lost."

"There is one way but answer the question."

"Fine. I would imprison me in the Sanctum. There's a cell that stops even my magic. Then I would be careful who guards me. Any person of notable interest will be a target from here on. If they go after a notable target who is guarding me then they will just get to me that much easier. Protect Wanda at all costs. If she falls as I do then they can corrupt the world with ease. The longer they go without the book, the more **** and destructive they will get. But the weaker the connection will be to the elder god. Eventually the connection will break and you will just have incredibly horny mutants no longer interested in the tome or anything else. A much easier problem to solve."

Xavier nodded, looking at a pink gas slowly swallowing the sky. "Anything else?"

"I don't know? Be careful? You have at least two omega level mutants and an incredibly powerful magician to deal with. Not to mention Storm and Rogue may be incredibly good disruptors."

"Two? I would hardly consider Magik to be an Omega level-"

"Betsy is much, much more powerful than you think, Professor." Stephen Strange softly explained, "It wasn't my business to interfere before. But now...she may be your biggest threat."

The bald man nodded before sighing, "When was the first time you truly felt like a slut?"

Stephen's eyes widened in horror, above them the pink storm grew larger at a much to fast pace. "Oh god! It sees me!"

"Answer the question, Strange!"

"At the West United Mutant Rally, I pulled my...tits out and asked a trucker if he'd give me a ride in return for...oh god..."

"Your sacrifice will not be in vain, Doctor." With that Xavier faded away. Desperately Strange muttered an incantation and threw a pebble onto the ground. As the storm came over him, he stood completely petrified in stone. The storm would eventually wear away at the stone. But it bought as much time as he could give.

Waking Xavier climbed up and looked sadly at the sexy occult babe laying **** before them, "What happened?"

Clint stepped forward, bow still drawn, "She just changed to how she is now. She called herself the 'Slut Supreme' and was about to cast some spell when she began holding her head and just passed out."

The leader of the mutant school looked down, jesus she cleaned up well. If the situation wasn't so strange and dire...these damn thoughts! "Scott. Bring her to the Sanctum and lock her in the cell inside. I want you at all costs to guard her alone."

Scott shook his head, "My wife is out there cursed and acting like who knows what. I am on the front lines."

Impatient the professor glared back, "I need someone I can guarantee not interest those corrupted women and your story proves just that. You have absolutely no interest in their minds and can exist completely safe. You are the only one that can do this right now. We have much more urgent matters. Get her there before this Sorceress wakes and causes even more problems!" It hurt to see one of his original students broken as a man, but time was everything in this battle. "Wanda, I need you to go back to yourself right before the West United Mutant Rally."

Bucky also known as the current Captain America stepped forward, "Go to Madripoor. Look for the Black Baron of Keyete. He's an old war buddy. Loyal, powerful, and he has something that can keep you safe. Although Wanda...do not trust him completely. He is a narcissist and not a great person. He is known as one of the most dangerous pirates for a reason. While you are with him no magic or psychic powers can find you. Trust me the entirety of the United Nations had tried. Tell him Bucky is claiming the favor from the ridgetop. He will know."

Wanda nodded, frowning, "Very well. I now know where and when. Now what? What am I supposed to do?"

Xavier sighed, "Wait until we get you. If you fall it will be the beginning of the end."

As Wanda moved to a secluded and soft bed, the Professor turned to the others. "Well next we need to contact Cable or Bishop. Somebody that can help us travel in time. We can only send a small team. So discuss amongst yourselves what our best options are. I must rest."

Roughly Ten Years Ago...

Jean smiled watching Stephanie Strange being impaled by two men while holding her up, "Ohhh yeah boys! Fill this arcane bitch up! Knock up the Slut Supreme!"

The blonde succubus giggled, "I have to admit, you really went all out with that one. You for sure sent a message. Nice and easy, she should no doubt be bringing Master the tome and giving him a royal fuck as an apology. What now?"

Jean gave a location and the group transported to an abandoned factory. Standing tall above them were discontinued Sentinels. "Sentinels were made to face enhanced individuals. The main issue is that they were equipped, but didn't have any equipment. Dildo tentacles, aphrodisiac spray, giant robo dicks, pocket pussies, we need it all! And I remember them working on a unique version. Here it is!" The girls followed and found a strange containment. "Nanotech able to infect those injected and become bio-sentinels. Just need those in the weapons of the original sentinels here, change their purpose and we have ourselves an army of sexy and horny robots!"

Rogue whistled, "Nice going tex! This'll do those mighty heroes in for sure. Or at least convert enough of them to fight for us."

Their Queen bowed, her plentiful ass cheeks pushed out in her black thong, tits displayed in a black corset, "The Queen delivers her King an army. Now help me with the changes. It will take serious work to bring them back."

Ororo shuddered looking at the Sentinels she once feared, now eyeing them with intense arousal, "I can't wait to be fucked by one of these! Goddess, I can only imagine!"