King's Orgy [pt. III]

Natasha had a dick in her mouth and another pumping into her pussy. She wasn't a stranger to making use of her body to complete a mission, but it had been a long time since she'd actually resorted to full on sex, that had been decades ago under her original employer in fact.

She kept her attention on the rest of the room. Summers let her suck his dick how she wanted to for the most part only occasionally feeling the need to grab her head and fuck her mouth. That meant she could lick down its sides, suck on the balls, or just jerk him off some so she could look around. Not that there was much to look at other than sex.

Not too many useful details.

Mark Williams was one perverted bastard that was for sure, though she'd known that going in. She'd read the files, observed it through her scope, and experienced it first hand back in that cell in Genosha.

Summers' groin was completely devoid of hair. In her experience, most men didn't bother with any manscaping, just let their pubic hair go wild. But Summers didn't have even one hair on his balls or above his dick, she knew this having performed quite a thorough search with her tongue. In fact the man didn't have any hair other than on his head, even his legs were shaved. Looking around Natasha had noted that this was the case for every male in the room save for Creed and Mark himself. It spoke to the depths of the mind controller's psyche that he was even dictating the personal grooming habits of his male slaves. She wasn't looking forward to her own future under that absurd regime, the only women with pubic hair being Mark's supposed queens.

There was her line of naked men eying her as they stroked, keeping themselves hard and ready for their turn.

There was about a dozen of the mostly bald Dora Milaje strewn upon the floor around her amongst pillows and on futons in pairs, making out, stroking their nude bodies sensually, or straight up having sex in all sorts of inventive ways that made full use of their athletic, flexible bodies.

There was Mystique fucking Okoye with that huge tool of hers, the one Natasha had gotten oh so intimately familiar with back in Genosha. She couldn't help but feel a slow burn of jealousy as she witnessed her bestie experience such heady pleasure. Did she wish that she was delivering the exquisite O's to her poor mind controlled friend or that she was experiencing the pleasures that long fat blue cock had to offer?

And of course, there was Mark currently in the midst of a pile of writhing women wearing rather haphazardly hanging on blue peacock feathered harem outfits. He was also straddling Creed's massive bare torso as he fucked a very pregnant Wakandan woman sitting on the beast-like mutant's huge hairy pecs as Sabertooth happily braced her lower back with his large clawed hands. Natasha could see just how happy the Brotherhood operative was as the women only crowded around his upper body and her view of his lower half and in particular his quite exuberantly twitching disgusting erection was unobstructed, his legs laying out on the floor.

There were mostly nude servants and guards at the ends of the room, wearing uniforms with a tribal motif that barely clothed their bodies, every male sporting a metallic chastity device openly. Natasha really had to hand it to Mark. It had been not quite three weeks since his coup and he'd already really made his mark upon the Wakandan people.

T'Challa's hands held her hips as he pumped away back there. His fairly mechanical prodding was easy to ignore. She'd had bigger. She'd like to believe his rather tepid motions were the result of some subtle resistance to Mark's control but she'd observed precisely zero evidence of any fault in the young hung mutant's complete and total mastery of all those around him. A fact that made her own circumstances rather suspicious...

By all rights she should be a worshipful brainwashed zombie like all the rest.

Upon arriving back in the Wakandan royal palace, she'd been quickly hustled into an interrogation cell, her arms and legs manacled with vibranium cuffs. It was a bit overkill to hold her with the absurd metal that Cap's shield was made from, her super strength being only just on the other side of peak human, but she supposed they had more than enough of the precious stuff to make use of it in every instance. She'd waited quite a while before Okoye and Jean Grey entered. She'd only just started to get under their skin, making use of her keen skill at cold reading to get a rise out of them when Marvel Girl casually placed her index finger on Natasha's forehead and declared, "Okoye is your best friend and trusted confidant. You will answer all her questions fully and without reservation, leaving nothing out you think she'd like to know. The thought of spilling the secrets of that organization you serve, those of your friends and allies will fill you with an intense sexual pleasure."

Natasha was ashamed to admit that is exactly what she did, kneeling naked at Okoye's feet she told the Dora everything. She'd left a puddle on the floor it had been so hot. In fact, she could glance over and see Darkholme with Okoye now and she was absolutely certain she'd be a lot closer to cumming by answering questions with her head resting on those thick black thighs than from the Black Panther's dick.

Speaking of-

Suddenly, T'Challa's grip on her hips became viciously tight and he began to beat his pelvis against her butt. He let out some rather uninhibited groans of pleasure as he climaxed, ejaculating inside her. He grunted loudly like an animal, which he apparently was by Mark's mind control. Feeling his warm wet seed inside her pussy was honestly, a better feeling than the whole of his mediocre fucking and she couldn't help but look forward to the fact that she was going to be getting a whole lot more cum spraying into her cunt. God, she was such a slut....

T'Challa pulled out, his strong hands squeezing, massaging, and briefly smacking her ass as he chuckled, "Ahh.... now that felt good. Enjoy yourself, Scott. She may be a villainous agent, but she has a satisfying little pussy...."

Cyclops moved around so that she briefly didn't have a cock to suck, "No doubt. Though I won't last long. She sucks cock like a pro, holy! I've never been sucked like that!"

Well, she was a better cock-sucker than Jean Grey. Natasha took what satisfaction she could from that poor fact as she felt Summers slip his cock inside her sloppy, little cunt and she moaned despite herself. His size was on par with Black Panther's, T'Challa's jizz making the mutant's passage that much easier.

She was free to look around for a few moments and she watched the former King of Wakanda crawl on all fours towards Mark and his crowd of naked women atop the supine Creed. Oh yes, she wasn't sure what to think about Mark Williams' whole pet thing. In all honesty, the teenager seemed to have a bisexual bent, though she'd yet to see him actually have sex with his male slaves. They were for all intents and purposes just as much sexual objects for the boy as the women were.

Black Panther didn't crawl very far before he caught the attention of a pair of lounging Dora and he was **** to stop as one got up and reached around his backside to take possession of his balls. T'Challa's response was complete submission and he soon had his head buried in one of the women's pussy and his ass in the air as the other lazily teased his dangling dick and balls with her foot.

Natasha's attention was returned to more immediate matters when one of the waiting males stepped up to her to receive his own blowjob at Mark's command. The dusky prick dangling before her was dwarfed by Mark's monster white cock, but it definitely met her you must be this tall to ride standards in a way her last two partners had not. Besides that, the fifty something was a muscular brute, his hair grey, kinky, cut very short. His face was not ugly, but blunt and rough-looking. He squatted down as she reached out and grasped his thick prick, his hand hand holding her throat, the other cupping and squeezing her boob. She found herself staring into his grey eyes and her lips drawn to meet his full lips. She wasn't surprised to feel his tongue pressing into her mouth and she responded in kind.

The casual hatred in this man's eyes as he met hers was slightly breath-taking.

Quietly he intoned even as his strong big hand grasped her tit and squeezed painfully, tightly as his large fingers slid down to pinch her achingly stiff nipple, "You are a worthless rag. The fact that you dared to strike out at my king fills me with such unkempt rage... Know that the nobles may forgive you, but the Markandan people never will...."

All of a sudden it was impossible for Natasha to take this poor sap seriously, the depth of his emotion clear and evident throughout his statement, but the fact that he'd actually referenced with a straight face the apparent new name of his country, Markanda was just too much, the mind control laid bare.

He grabbed her hair, gathering it at the base of her skull with one hand as he fed her his thick cock with the other forcing the throbbing shaft past her lips. She relaxed her gag reflex and mentally sighed, rather wishing Summers would blow his load back there so she could have this big black cock in her pussy rather than bludgeoning the back of her throat.