Deciding on a plan

"Can't I just use my power on him? It worked on Jean, didn't it?" Mark said, trying his best to bury the feeling of sudden nervousness that spread within him. His enslaved voluptuous mother continued to lazily lick and kiss his cock. Her eyes were focused entirely on her son. His brutal reaming of her virgin asshole had cemented a feeling of pure enslavement upon her psyche.

I mean, I knew Professor X was immensely powerful, but I wasn't expecting the other telepaths to be able to contact him so quickly. Damn it!

He clenched his fists and calmed himself, remembering a passage from one of his favorite novels that had always calmed him back when he'd been a nervous wreck about his ability. Had that really been a mere few days ago?

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer...

He wouldn't let nervousness stop him now, not after he'd bested three powerful mutants and converted them to his cause; his own survival and enjoyment. He thought about what Scott had said, about finding a place to gather followers away from the Mansion. Mark wished he knew more about the various superhuman groups around the world.

"You bypassed my mental defenses completely, Mark," Jean said, hint of admiration in her voice. She reached a hand over to squeeze his arm affectionately. "You're more powerful than anyone might have guessed, but if the Professor had even the slightest inkling that something was amiss before you managed to touch him, he'd know everything. And then he'd stop you, undoing the beautiful changes you made to Scott, Ororo, and I. Then I'd never see you again. Or anything, really. The Professor would erase the new me utterly and replace me with the woman I once was."

Jean's expression grew somber after the last sentence left her lips. Mark realized that he didn't like it when the woman - his woman - looked sad. He took her arm and gave her smooth skin a sympathetic squeeze.

-Mark will always be with you.-

The redhead's emerald eyes widened for a fraction of a second before she grinned at him. "Such a sweet man, manipulating my mind like that~" She whispered and arched her back, causing her big tits to jut out obscenely while she reached a hand between her legs to idly play with her pussy.

"Jean's right, my lord. I've worked alongside Emma and the others for years and sometimes they don't even need to actively use their abilities to read your mind. All it would take is a stray thought being picked out at random," Scott said from his supplicant position on his knee. "As your loyal servant and protector, I strongly suggest that we go someplace else; somewhere you can gather followers who can help you subdue the telepaths at the Mansion when the time comes."

"Yes, that's an excellent idea, Scott," Ororo almost jumped from her seat, her large dark breasts jiggling wonderfully in her pink lingerie. "Mark and Jean are both powerful mind-controllers. Between the two of them, we should have no problem insinuating ourselves as influential members of a powerful organization, or even a country like... like Wakanda."

Mark glanced at Ororo, noting that her tone seemed almost hopeful when she mentioned the African kingdom. He knew about her failed relationship with Black Panther, a superhero who also happened to be Wakanda's current ruling monarch.

If I go to Wakanda, I can conquer the whole nation from within if Ororo can get me and Jean close to the king. Considering her prior relationship with the man, I don't doubt that she'd succeed. I guess that's the weakness of having a single focal point of power in any political body; if the leader falls the nation falls. Gotta love monarchies.

The thought of bringing Wakanda's ruler over to his way of thinking was highly appetizing to Mark, his mind alight with the perks such political power would bring him. He grinned when he imagined having access to entire country's worth of exotic women to pick and choose from to satisfy his borderline unnatural sexual stamina. He could just see it now: dozens of busty dark-skinned women bending over in front of him and spreading themselves for his inspection, their cunts slick with arousal at the thought of submitting body, mind, and soul to a foreign teenager who had conquered them as easily as he had conquered their kingdom.

Having the nation's armed forces at his beck and call would also practically ensure his survival from any immediate threats. Maybe he could even get an armored suit similar to the Black Panther's? It was certainly an avenue worth considering, at least.

"Hm," Scott adopted a thinking pose. "Wakanda is technologically advanced. In addition to their massive reserves of vibranium, they might have something that could block telepathic scans and allow us to at least dampen the Professor's psychic powers. That gives me an idea; maybe we should give the Fantastic Four a visit. Each of them is quite powerful in their own right and if anyone can outsmart the Professor on a good day, it's Reed Richards."

Mark's thoughts turned to the world-renown heroes in skin-tight blue suits known as the Fantastic Four. They were unique in that they were one of the few superhero teams who maintained public identities, with very little distinction made between their dual identities. Their female member, Susan Storm, had been one of his first celebrity crushes back when the team had made its debut years ago. He smiled when he thought of the way her suit fit so snugly over her buxom, curvaceous form.

I definitely wouldn't mind making Sue Storm into one of my women.

Images of the hot blonde gyrating her tight, hot cunt up and down his cock while she submissively screamed and whimpered his name filled his vision. His cock hardened and he sighed audibly at the prospect of finally fulfilling one of his first fantasies.

"Whatever Mark decides, there's no reason for him to limit himself to only one option," Jean piped up. Mark let a little of his sexual frustration bleed through by shoving his hand abruptly between her legs to stroke and massage her wet, drooling pussy. Jean's breath hitched and she bit her lip, staring at him with bright green eyes that begged him to do more as he played with her folds.

"That's true. We still have until the end of the summer before we're expected back at the Institute. We'd better be ready to defeat the Professor and the other telepaths by then because our absence will not be taken well, my lord," said Scott.

"Scott's right," Ororo said. She idly tweaked one of her hard nipples. "Apart from our duties as X-Men, we are also responsible for teaching young mutants at the Institute. I believe that the Professor or Emma would become suspicious if one or all of us were to resign so suddenly."

"Ah! Emma's probably suspicious of us all right now, the bitch. I can't wait until Mark f-fucks that out of her," Jean said, scrunching her face when Mark slipped a finger into her tight pussy.

"Jean!" Scott reprimanded her, seemingly surprised by his wife's words, but his annoyance was quickly replaced by arousal when he caught sight of Mark playing with Jean. "Damn, I just love it when you play with my wife, my lord. I really you hope you find the time to keep using her even after more women join Jean and Ororo in their service to you."

Ororo burst out laughing in that unique way of hers and Mark found himself joining her. He reached another hand between his dark-skinned conquest's thick thighs and found her tight, hot pussy to be as wet and willing as Jean's.

"Don't worry, Scott. I already told you before; Jean's been ruined for all other men. It'd be really cruel of me to neglect her needs when I'm the only man who can satisfy them," Mark said.

"Ahn... Mark, you're such a gentleman," Jean spread her legs, allowing him further access to her lower body. "A real man. So much better than my husband. Scott wouldn't have been able to stretch my pussy and asshole like you did, Mark. I'm yours completely for as long as you'll have me."

"Oh~" Ororo moaned whorishly when he brought his pussy juice-coated fingers from her pussy to her lips, probing for access. She submitted immediately, drawing Mark's fingers into her mouth to suck her own cunt juices off of them.

Below, Laura Williams eased her lips over the head her son's cock, swirling her tongue around the head with a reverent dedication befitting her station.

Whatever Mark decided to do in the coming days and weeks, he was comforted by the fact that he would always have his women at his side, ready and willing to do whatever he asked of them. As long as they were his completely and utterly, he couldn't fail. And soon, more would surely join them.