A Day in the Life of Mark Williams [pt. V]

Delving into the consciousness exchange with Wolverine, a surge of sensations enveloped Mark.

The transition felt like a kaleidoscope of conflicting stimuli, a melange of raw power, and feral instincts. The initial jolt brought forth Wolverine's heightened senses, a symphony of scents, sounds, and tactile nuances that overwhelmed Mark's senses. The new mindscape was intoxicating and heady, but Mark quickly focused and began assimilating Wolverine's heightened physiology.

Wolverine's body was completely nude and comfortably sprawled on a plush palace couch. Around him was the opulent chambers where Mark had confined his recently acquired X-Men. Probably the nicest prison cell in existence, the lavish chambers were fit for nobility, equipped with amenities far superior to what many normal people enjoyed in Wakanda. The room was filled with comfortable furnishings, a massive holo-vid display, a well-stocked bar, and other luxuries that rivaled most five-star suites in terms of decadence and convenience.

There was only one bed, a large round one that served as the hub of activity for the occupants of the room. Most days he had his telepaths mercilessly rev up and turn down their libidos, making them repeatedly horny and fighting to resist their sexual impulses. They knew it was his doing so they struggled their hardest to resist his mental nudges.

To no avail. Every evening like clockwork they were all on that bed going at each other like animals and falling asleep in a big sweaty orgy pile.

Pressed up against his side and just as nude was the lithe form of Jubilee. Her small hand was stroking his hairy leg just inches from the length of soft cock that was draped over the thigh. She was talking to Magma at the other end of the couch, the latina's C-cups with rather large brown areolas proudly on display as she leaned back in just a g-string.

Jubilee's eyes sparked with determination as she gestured emphatically with one hand, arguing for a united front against their captor. "We can't just let Mark control us like this! We need to fight back, resist his mind games!"

"Jubilee, you're naive if you think we can defy him. He is our lord now. It's better to embrace our new reality and find some semblance of peace." Magma's tone was resigned but still defiant in her way.

Jubilee scowled. "We have to do something! We can't let him control us for the rest of our lives, we can't just go along with his sick schemes!"

Mark stroked her thigh as he listened to them talk. She was an adorably adorable firecracker. Tight little Asian body. He wondered what she'd think if she knew he'd slipped right into Wolverine's body without her notice. Probably not much. Jean had mentioned to him that the little ditz had the mental power of a soap bubble.

Mark looked down to note he had a mug of beer clutched in one hand.

Then he got distracted by the immense size of Wolverine's chest, the muscles beneath the skin bulging and rippling as he took a deep breath. The broad expanse of his pectorals seemed impossibly large. Mark traced a finger down one bulging slope.

"You're just giving in! We should be fighting, not cozying up to our jailers!" Jubilee responded to something Magma had said, the Asian minx angrily crossing her arms under her perky tits and looking like a cute little pouting princess even as she literally cozied up to her jailer causing Mark to chuckle.

"And what about you, Jubilee? Are you truly resisting? Seems like you're quite comfortable draped against Logan. You've been his little cock-socket all week." Magma's tone was a bit scolding as she leaned forward a bit causing her boobs to dangle off her chest a bit to Mark's delight. She was definitely winning the boob-stakes on this couch, her caramel colored tits were easily larger than Jubilee's essentially flat chest with prominent brown nipples.

Jubilee bristled but settled even more against Mark's now absurdly hairy body. Placing an apparent possessive hand right on his junk, she spat, "What does THAT have to do with anything? Wolvie's my daddy! He takes care of me and helps me cum, and that's not changing because Mark enslaved us, is it daddy?" She reached to pet his chest, her touch feather-light.

Mark grinned and nodded at her. That particular mind-fuck was inspired. Logan actually felt a little bad about it but not bad enough to stop treating his little protege like his own personal little cumdump during their captivity.

"Uh huh. It appears your own defiance is selective." Was Magma's dry response, that she thought Jubilee was dumb as a box of rocks evident on her face.

Jubilee scoffed at Magma's comment, "Logan's always been my big daddy. What's wrong with that? You're just being overly dramatic, Amara."

Mark looked over at the bar where Rogue was with her boyfriend Gambit. Both wore only thongs and he appreciated the man's shredded physique briefly as he poured a drink for the southern belle.

Rogue's curvaceous rear wiggled as she laughed at something Gambit said, her mammoth boobs so large he could see the sides of them from behind. Mark admired the sight and felt Logan's cock stir as he recalled making her lick his cum off the floor after he fucked Kitty this morning. He also knew her chisel-abbed boy toy there had fapped like a mad man to the sight on this very couch.

A small hand wrapped around his swelling tool and began jerking him. Mark looked down and smiled to see a bent down Jubilee stroking his rapidly hardening cock.

She beamed up at him. "Mmm. Daddy. Looks like it's lunch time."

Running her tongue up and down his cock, Jubilee started spreading her saliva over the warm skin. Stopping periodically to tease at the piss slit, she dug her tongue around the notch behind the crown.

Licking and kissing down the length again, she worked her way to the balls. Sticking her face in, she lathered her pink tongue over the hot sac.

“Sssslllurrrrpppp! Sssslllurrrrpppp!”

Little black hairs caught in her mouth, and she quietly spit them out as she went, gently rubbing each orb in her hand. This guy was hairy as fuck and he only got to stay that way as a favor to Jean, who had a thing for him. Mark would normally be jealous but turns out old Wolvie had been sniffing around Jean for a while. No success yet, but there had been some close calls and plenty of flirting. Jean even had fantasies about the guy, so Mark found himself warming up to him. A kindred spirit even, what with the intention to cuck Scott!

Fully hard and jutting now, Mark took the cock in both hands mentally comparing it to his own. He thought he had about four inches on Wolverine and a good deal more girth. Logan's cockhead wasn't as big but at least it was nice and broad unlike Scott's useless pink nubbin.

He took Jubilee's head in one hand and turned her face so he could thickly slap the cock against it.

Jubilee giggled playfully and kept her cheek offered up as her tongue stuck out as Mark looked over her lowered head to Magma. She was silent, watching intently with one cupping a breast, her thumb just barely brushing over a hard nipple.

"Come on over here and join her in sucking this cock." He casually told her like it wasn't the least bit rude and inappropriate.

Magma's expression was one of shock, but the telepath on duty certainly knew Mark was in Wolverine's body and the command was genuine. The sexy latina's eyes shifted briefly to his cock then she rose from the couch and walked over on the lush carpet to kneel before his hairy lap.

Logan's dick was standing up proudly and throbbing. Mark gave it a couple of lazy pumps and Jubilee batted his hand away so she could resume sucking on his cockhead, tongue laving the underside. Magma eyed the shaft and licked her full lips unconsciously as she took it in her hand, giving it a few slow, appraising pumps.

"I can't believe I'm doing this... Logan..."she muttered under her breath. Mark chuckled. From her point of view, going along was her idea and she believed that she could have refused at any time.

Mark pretended to be the gruff mutant, "Ain't nothin you haven't done before, girlie. What with our little fuckfests each night..."

Jubilee bobbed faster on his cock, almond eyes looking at him imploringly as if frustrated by his apparent lack of attention.

Magma shook her head and scowled.

"Yes but that's the mind control! This is you being a degenerate horndog!"

Mark shrugged in Wolverine's body and idly thrust up into Jubilee's mouth causing her to gag a little. "Eh, whatever makes you feel better. Doesn't stop you from making sure you get your turn on the big guy here every night."

Wolverine usually dicked four or five out of six of the girls in here during their uncontrollable bedtime orgies, again contributing to Mark's opinion of him. While the other males could be counted to pump and dump after twenty or thirty minutes, Wolverine was a machine, going for hours and leaving the girls' pussies as brutalized satisfied wrecks.

Magma just rolled her eyes and quickened the motions of her hands, Jubilee's saliva providing plenty of lubricant. Mark leaned back into the couch cushions and let the two women work.
His attention shifted past their bobbing heads to the bar again, Rogue's bountiful butt cheeks perched up on that stool as that tiny green and yellow g-string rode high up into that deep crack as Gambit leaned into her side and spoke quietly to her.

A telepathic summons from Mark directed her attention elsewhere.

Suddenly and smoothly she stopped talking to Gambit in mid sentence, her curvaceous form spinning around to face Mark. Her ample breasts, unrestricted and free, swayed with the sudden turn like obese, teardrop-shaped boulders and Mark found himself hypnotized briefly by the motion.

After a moment as she looked at him with one raised eyebrow and the corners of Rogue's lips curled upward in a sly, knowing smile as she took in Wolverine getting a double blowjob.
Mark extended his influence through the conduit of Xavier. A ripple of mental energy flowed seamlessly from him, traversing the ethereal pathways of psychic connection until it reached the depths of her consciousness. A scenario he'd literally just come up with was downloaded into her mind.

There was now a playful glint in her eyes as she looked into his eyes then the skunk haired southern belle turned and whispered something to Gambit, he looked surprised and pleased, nodding. Then she hooked a finger in his speedo and pulled him along.

Mark watched the pair approach with Rogue leading the way. As he looked at the two hotties working his cock he found he could actually detect the tangy fermented smell of their pussy juices. Wolverine's enhanced senses were no joke.

Rogue's heavy rack swayed with her steps, jiggling in a way that would put pornstars to shame as the massive tits were unconstrained, gravity their master, the heavy meaty mounds swinging low and clapping together a bit with every step. Gambit's cock was a stiff bar in his banana hammock as he loomed close into his girl, his hand quite obviously clutching her ass. Those creepy red and black, whiteless eyes bore into Mark as the gambler's face displayed a mixture of possessive jealousy and resignation.

With a sultry grin, Rogue quipped, "Well, looks like y'all are having a grand ol' time. Mind if we join the party?"

"Sure thing. Sit that fine ass down right here." He grinned and patted the cushion beside him, "Lose the thong. This is a nekkid party."

"Well, this tiny little thing wasn't doin' much anyway."

She shot Gambit a quick, mischievous glance before smoothly pulling her g-string down.
Bending straight over to let it drop to the floor, the enticing movement emphasized both her full rounded butt and the dangling allure of her large, unrestrained breasts. The naked curves of her body, accentuated by the sway of her hips, drew the attention of everyone in the room.

Then she sat that fine ass down on the cushion right beside him.

Wolverine was staring at her jugs, the big pendulous melons hanging down on her chest almost to her bellybutton, her huge brown nipples already stiff and distended, the fat cones of flesh just begging to be sucked on.

She gave him a coquettish smirk and spread her thighs slightly so he could see all her glory, her fat cunt lips parting a bit, revealing the dark pinkness of her insides. Mark could smell her pussy juices and detected a hint of a feminine musk in the air.

Mark smirked and turned his gaze from Rogue to look at Gambit, whose expression was both aroused and annoyed. The dude couldn't decide between watching his woman naked with Wolverine or looking away in a mix of anger and shame.

So he fixed that for him, "Go ahead and put that mouth of yours to good use. Get this pussy warmed up for me."

Gambit's face contorted in a mix of arousal, frustration, and compliance. "Well, cher, if dat's what y'want, I reckon I can oblige." He shot a lingering look at Rogue, the internal struggle evident in his eyes, before he went to his knees between her spread thighs.

Rogue chuckled, her Southern drawl dripping with playful sass, "Well ain't y'a considerate lover, darlin', takin' such good care of me."

Gambit shot back with a growl, "Hush now, chère. You'd better enjoy this, coz you sure won't be enjoying anything later, wit dis mutton-chopped honey-badger here."

"Oh, hush y'self and get to licking already, sugar. You'll be enjoyin' this regardless. Heard ya was strummin that bayou banjo solo just watching me lickin' Mark's cum off the floor this mornin'. Ain't no difference now 'cept ah'm gonna be riding a nice, fat, mutant cock."

Gambit didn't reply but the expression on his face was one of arousal, annoyance, and resignation. Mark could feel his conflicted mind through Xavier and enjoyed the emotional angst there as he dipped his face down, tongue extended. Rogue's thick thighs framed his head on both sides, his shoulders nestled against the soft cushiony undersides of her buttocks. Mark watched Rogue's expression change into one of pleasure, a smile forming on her full lips as Gambit set to work, eating her out like a starving man.

Rogue's breasts were heaving slightly, gently bobbing up and down, their size and heft mesmerizing him. He reached over with Logan's burly forearm and squeezed one, the mammoth boob seeming to swallow his hand as he kneaded the soft yet firm flesh. The sheer enormity and heaviness of her titty was amazing.

This was fun

There was a peculiar joy in toying with these prisoners—individuals who once resisted, now unwittingly dancing to his tune. The novelty of infiltrating their minds, masquerading as one of their own, provided a unique thrill. The dichotomy of being their perceived antagonist while secretly orchestrating their desires added a layer of amusement. Mark found himself delighting in subverting the wills of his most defiant captives.