Mark Plays With His Things, Part One

Mark's take over of the Royal Palace of Wakanda was an exercise in patience and boredom. It was Scott's counsel that had Mark simply standing in a small antechamber off the vast main entrance hall for hours as visitors were shunted his way for a greeting with an important foreign dignitary. A greeting that always included a hand-shake that lingered as he imparted his now stock mental commands. Mark was intimidated enough by the task before him - to subjugate an entire high-tech nation - that he was willing to forgo the pleasures he'd become accustomed to with his pliant mutant slaves and focus purely upon mentally adjusting the greatest amount of Wakanda's power-players in the shortest amount of time.

Tedious and time consuming, it was also very easy thanks to Jean's overwhelming telepathic supremacy. Every individual was perfectly happy to shake his hand for as long as he wanted and women were often quite willing to partially disrobe and allow him to fondle their assets as he imparted the following universal commands:

Mark Williams is the secret king of Wakanda and you are absolutely loyal to him.

Expanding Mark Williams' control over all Wakandans is your strongest motivation and maintaining the secrecy of his control is your second strongest motivation

Everything Mark Williams does is normal and appropriate.

You will never try to harm Mark Williams or act against him in any way.

Do whatever Mark Williams says and think nothing of it.

The Black Panther is no King at all, a mere figurehead in truth, and is the secret king's pet and bodyguard.

It is the duty of every Wakandan woman to submit to Mark Williams' long white cock and bear his progeny should he show interest

Mark kneaded the matronly woman's large black buttocks for a few moments longer. She was a high level member of the Merchant Tribe, someone equivalent to a Fortune 500 CEO back home apparently. When he let go, she dropped the back of her robes she'd held up for him and turned around to face him. N'Yollo's expression had been open and friendly as she'd been escorted into the room by Mark's Dora Millaje, now there was something more in her eyes, a reverence that he'd witnessed dozens of times by now but an electricity between them as well. It was a silent communication of body language and intent that somehow perfectly got across the sense that she would happily spread her legs for him should he ask.

"My king, what do you require of me?" she asked, free to speak as there were only the converted within the small room.

He patted her plump cheek, "Simply act as you normally would. Maintain the masquerade and stand ready to support your king in any way you can until all of Wakanda sees the light."

She crossed her forearms before her breasts and bowed slightly, "Yes, my king. No one will serve you more loyally."

"I know you will." he told her, play-acting with a kingly demeanor.

She left the room to join the rest of her now fully converted entourage.

The working population of the palace were soon under his direct control as Jean had made sure to cycle them through his little 'workshop' whenever their schedules allowed it, in between sessions for the visitors who constantly flowed into the vast complex whether it be dignitaries, soldiers, or guest workers like delivery-men, couriers and the like. Jean and Scott were here, the red-head sitting upon the couch, her eyes closed as she monitored the environs with her psychic powers while her husband stood impassively in the far corner ready to defend his lord with his concussive ruby blasts at a moment's notice. Aneka's tall powerful buxom form was right beside Mark's where she could either save her master by dropping to her knees and draining his balls of distracting hormones or swiftly interposing her own body between him and danger. T'Challa was monitoring the situation from a command center buried beneath the palace, within that supreme nerve-center, separate from the team working quickly to take over the government, he was perfectly placed to stymie the efforts of anyone who managed to figure out what was happening with legitimate royal authority.

Mark had to snort with amusement at that, at the effort T'Challa was now exerting to suborn his own power.

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"Tell me again, how exactly was that a meeting with the Merchant Tribe?" asked Shuri.

"Libya's a potential trading partner and I meant meeting more like meeting the tribe's long-term interests, you know seeing how I'm apparently Queen now, I should be looking to secure our nation's future prospects." Nakia answered with a small grin as she exchanged a glance with her husband's sister.

Shuri laughed, "Emphasis on long-term and future far far in the future."

Nakia nodded along before her smile faded. She just wished the Traditionals on the council didn't make this subterfuge necessary. She'd agreed to becoming Queen to use Wakandan power to make the world a better place and it absolutely galled her to think it was actually placing even more restrictions on her.

Nakia was happy to return home from her mission in Libya, though the horrors of those abusing their power she had witnessed and all of the poor people living in squalor made her feel somewhat guilty every time she returned to her Wakanda, a blessed land of strength and plenty that could do so much more. Though Shuri was certainly right, it would take a long time with an even greater commitment before her efforts to promote stability in Libya bore fruit.

She finished typing up her report as the Talon shot across the golden city towards the palace. Freeing Marwa from the militia had been a fairly simple mission, made even easier with Shuri striking their main compound while Nakia extracted the outspoken female politician. She smirked and cocked her head back to take in the younger woman manipulating a half dozen holograms in the back, her body encased in form fitting black nanites, save for her head. Having a Black Panther along was essentially playing the mission on easy mode.

"So... You looking forward to having some midnight fun with my brother?" Shuri asked out of nowhere.

"Oh Bast!" Nakia burst out laughing, "You have a smutty mind, Shuri! I am tired. I'm not interested in sex now. Seriously, why are you thinking about your brother having sex at all?"

Shuri was undeterred, "Ah. So you're a morning sex girl, yea? That's a delightful way to start your day."

"Yea, sometimes. You know, I'm not discussing my sex life with you." resolved Nakia as she guided the Royal Talon to the palace.

"Hah. I already know everything." replied Shuri like a creepy witch that she clearly was.

Nakia shrugged, deciding not to engage was the best response.

They landed a few minutes later and left the ship to the palace's maintenance crew to make sure it was ready for her next mission, whatever that ended up being. Soon enough they were striding through the wide opulent corridors of the palace, Shuri trailing along behind with her panther mask up, immersed within a virtual reality so she could constantly work at her experiments while she let her AI puppet her body to walk along. Nakia shuddered at the thought of making use of the computer installed in her head for such mundane purposes. Other than perfect recall and recording her missions, she barely used it, though she was well aware of the need for it as a War Dog with the reality of telepathic super-humans.

"I need to meet with someone from the states apparently." said Shuri abruptly as she turned down a side-corridor, "See you later. Have fun on top of my brother!"

Nakia rolled her eyes and didn't dignify that with a response.

She really needed to change her underwear. The discomfort with her current pair suddenly lurched into her consciousness and it was all she could do to refrain from slipping back to her room and changing into a thong.

She found her husband exiting the palace's command center and he quickly enfolded her into a hug, kissing her and pulling back, "How was Libya?"

"Terrible." she softly intoned and T'Challa kissed her forehead and she could feel his desire to avoid their usual argument about intervention through his lips, "Though we succeeded in our mission. She is safe... for now. Though nothing is stopping it from happening again. Shuri shattered that faction's strength but there are others..."

"We can not be everywhere at all times." he softly replied, "Conquest is the logical solution to the problem..."

Nakia gave him the look at such a low blow and followed up with a pointed look, "Oh? Will you conquer all of Africa for me? The world? To ensure the enforcement human rights everywhere?"

"The ends do not justify the means?"

She sank into his embrace, her breasts compressing into the hard panes of his muscular chest, "With the atrocities I've seen, I find it ever more difficult to disagree. Sometimes it feels like it is only a matter of time before I'm agreeing with W'Kabi."

T'Challa chuckled, as he held her against him, "Heh, the hells freeze over it seems." She could feel his erection bulging against her pelvis and she pulled back, "What is this? Have you not taken care of yourself in my absence?"

"Oh? My body's natural reaction to the exquisite beauty of my strong capable lovely wife needs explanation?"

Well, she had been tired but now the thought of a nice hard fuck sounded like a great way to take her mind off things. She gave him a certain look, tucking in her chin and sinking her teeth into her lower lip as she slipped her hands under his shirt to slide her palms over the valleys and hills of his massive pecs. She tweaked a nipple.

His smile grew as his large hand took hold of her bottom, "Come with me. I have something to show you."

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Nakia's brows rose a bit as she saw the two Dora standing to either side of the suite's door. Okoye? What was she doing simply posting guard. Her weary mind started to turn over the possibilities, but abruptly she realized it wasn't that important.

The doors opened and she followed T'Challa inside, scanning the room quickly. She was familiar with the layout, a large space with quite a sizable bed dominating one side and a comfortable seating area on the other.

There were a surprising number of people in here and Nakia broke down the occupants swiftly as a matter of habit.

Shuri, Anzara, Aneka, Nima, K'Voni-- her fellow Wakandans, Dora Milaje and Black Panther, women she'd known nearly her whole life, she trusted them implicitly.

Cyclops, Jean Grey, Storm -- allies, superheroes she'd fought beside on multiple occasions. Her relationship with Ororo was somewhat awkward for obvious reasons but she bore her no ill will and had always looked up to the Goddess of the Storm. Jean Grey, Nakia would have been on guard immediately as there was no way her mental defenses could stand up to the Marvelous Woman but she knew she had nothing to fear from her, a hero who could be trusted with such awesome power.

An unknown caucasian teenager, eighteen or nineteen, most likely a mutant, definitely well-hung, a student or a potential student, brought here in haste and secrecy during to his identity or perhaps the dangerous nature of his power.

The arrangement of the people in the room only emphasized this. Cyclops stood with his back against the wall to the left. Jean Grey was sitting on the couch to the right, her eyes closed in a clear position of psychic overwatch, Nakia recognized from seeing Jembe and D'Kansa work often enough. K'Voni and Aneka were fully armed and armored to either side of the bed. Anzara and Nima were actually in the bed with the boy, playing at being concubines. Nakia almost had to wonder if skin to skin contact was important in suppressing his power because both Storm and Shuri were naked in bed with him as well.

T'Challa led her over to the foot of the bed with a hand lightly upon the small of her back, "This is Mark Williams. He is my master, the most important person in my life, and the true King of Wakanda. Master Mark, My King, this is my wife, Nakia. I hope she pleases you. Her body is well suited to the pleasurable arts."

There was something odd about her husband's introduction but she couldn't quite put her finger in it.

"Hi there. Nice to meet you." Mark held her gaze confidently, though she detected a slight tremor of nervous fear as well. Certainly not afraid of her given the powerful people guarding him, but perhaps the situation as a whole. He didn't let it hold him back though as he calmly requested, "What's your favorite part of her body?"

There was a proud boyish grin in T'Challa's voice, "Her fine ass, my king."

She rolled her eyes at that, the natural objectification of the role was one of the reasons she'd left the Dora, but if she was honest with herself, she really did have the tight curvature of a perfectly-shaped butt.

"Hmmm... let's see. Turn around and grab your ankles, try to keep your knees straight." Nakia felt a bit weird about it, but she couldn't come up with a good reason why she shouldn't do as the boy commanded, "Very good.” Her ass was now pointed directly at Mark and the rest of the bed's occupants.

She felt more than a bit awkward like this, feeling all of their eyes on her ass. It only grew when she felt T'Challa's fingers slip into her pants and slowly pull them down to the tops of her thighs, exposing her panty clad bottom.

"Nice." commented Mark, "That is a fine fucking ass. But those panties mar the effect. I thought I said nothing but thongs for my servants?"

Nakia's winced slightly as T'Challa slipped his hand into a leg hole and grabbed the back of the garment, yanking it up into the crack of her ass, "I apologize, my king! It won't happen again. I will personally destroy all of her offending undergarments."

As T'Challa's hand withdrew, Ororo spoke consolingly to Mark, "Jean summoned her here before she had a chance to return to her room and change. We haven't forgotten your commands. Though Jean would be more than happy for you to punish her for this. Me too."

"Not that big a deal." chuckled Mark, "Besides Chall took care of it. Seeing those granny panties all stuffed up that tight little bubble butt is pretty hot." He paused for a moment before his voice barked, "Twerk!"

Nakia had never attempted to officially 'twerk' before, though she'd certainly shaken her butt at one time or another. Now she found herself instantly getting into that tell-tale position, lifting up and bending her knees and thrusting out her ass as she began to vigorously rotating her pelvis sending her ass-cheeks jiggling violently. She found it more than a bit embarrassing, but also arousing as it occurred to her that he was treating her like a wind-up toy for his entertainment.

There were a number of objectifying comments from those watching and her husband even went so far as to sharply slap her buttocks. This was absolutely mortifying and Nakia couldn't figure out why she- hadn't spent more time shaking her ass like this!

Abruptly, the all encompassing need to twerk cut off and Nakia spun around to face her tormente-the innocent mutant boy who'd come to them for sanctuary from a world that thoughtlessly feared and hated his kind. Nakia's protective instincts flared and she knew she'd do anything to keep this precious boy safe.

"Show me more of your wife's body. And strip down yourself. Panthers don't where clothing, do they, Chall?" There was a loud slap as Mark's hand impacted with Shuri's tight buttocks, sending it jiggling as he grabbed it.

T'Challa chuckled, "Certainly not."

Nakia gently slapped her husband's hands away, "I can take off my clothes myself, husband." She looked to this Mark Williams as she started to disrobe, "Why am I though? Who are you really?" Her head was feeling off, something about this whole situation was seeming... wrong somehow. One thing was perfectly obvious, the source was this boy.

He smirked as he regarded her, his gaze dropping hungrily as she exposed her breasts, "Man, you've got a strong mind too, don't you?" He lifted up his palm and Shuri pressed her face to it, nuzzling it and looking so satisfied, her small black tits shaking. Then he lifted his sheet and the genius along with the two Dora dropped their heads beneath it. He closed his eyes and sighed as he leaned back against Storm's breasts, "That's great. I love twisting smart independent women around my dick."

Ororo giggled, "You hardly need to do any twisting. We twist ourselves around your massive cock!"

Beside her T'Challa had finished stripping and she cocked her head at the ferocious hard-on he was sporting. She gave him some major side-eye before mouthing, "Really?"

Looking around at them all as she finished stepping out of her panties, leaving her perfectly nude as the majority of the room, she asked, "Would someone please tell me what is going on as it is really seeming like I've been invited to an orgy? And I was really not prepared for this tonight..."

"Yea?" Said Mark casually, showing remarkable composure given the three bobbing head-sized bulges in the sheet before him, "I'm just playing with you, you mind?"

"No, I guess not." She answered slowly, "I really think I should though." This thought did nothing to change the fact that she really did not mind being played with like a toy. In fact, she was starting to feel like being a toy would be pretty cool. Kind of hot, even.

"Yea? How about you suck T'Challa's dick?"

Nakia blinked, not really sure how to respond to that so instead she crawled onto the bed alongside her husband. Arranging themselves between Mark's spread feet under the sheet, just past the supine forms of the women under it as well, they both knelt, her going to her hands and knees as she took his dick into her mouth. She bobbed her head on his length, taking him all the way a few times and then continuing with shorter captures with her tongue flickering, a well practiced routine. She took him out and lifted his now thoroughly lubricated dick, tugging on it as she gave his balls a bath, lavishing them with attention.

"Do you like that, my king? The way my wife sucks my cock?" T'Challa said as he took her head in his hand and guided her gently but firmly until her nose was squashed against his pubes, "She longs to submit to your long white cock, I assure you."

There were some comments and soft laughter following his statement.

Nakia really had something to say about that but the only sounds coming from her mouth at the moment were wet schlicks as T'Challa pistoned her head back and forth, basically fucking her face in a manner he never had before. This was all rather concerning, but also really arousing and exciting. Her pussy was hot and leaking down her thigh.

"God, this is fucking hot. You were right, Ororo. Fuck..." said Mark which was followed by the sound of his lips upon Storm's.

“Mmm I love this big dick.” she heard Shuri loudly comment. The women servicing Mark had pulled back tossing the sheet aside and Nakia took a moment to appreciate the view, tiding T'Challa over with a gently pumping fist as he finally released his hold on the back of her head.

Well. That... really was a big dick, confirming Nakia's rather out of character instinctual evaluation of the boy's prowess back at the beginning of all this. Penis size had never held much interest to her.

Shuri had a shit-eating grin on her face as she observed Nakia's reaction, "What's up, giirl?" She lifted up the shaft so it pointed upwards as she rested her head saucily on an arm bent on Mark's abdomen while Anzara's bald head dipped down in order to inhale one large testicle, "You recognize your king now?"

Nakia's brow furrowed as she watched Shuri's hand travel up and down Mark's meaty length, "What are you talking about?"

There was a simultaneous explosion of disbelief from the surrounding women, Nima cursing loudly, "-ucking stupid River-slut!"

"Now now, ladies! My sis hasn't had her brain perfected by the king yet! Unfair, I say.... although-" she reached out and took T'Challa by his dick and pulled him over. He allowed himself to be maneuvered with an easy smile, straddling Mark's thigh to bring his penis alongside the teenager's, "Tell me, Nakia, which one has a king's cock purpose built for colonizing Wakandan wombs with his homosuperior seed?"

Nakia was very adept at reading a room, but she certainly did not need her well-honed spy skills to know the correct answer here, even T'Challa had a jovial expression on as he urged her with his eyes. Though hisbody was huge, his thickly muscled barrel-like torso made Mark's pale white body look scrawny in comparison, the situation was entirely reversed at their closely held groins to an almost comical degree, T'Challa's was a youthful black sapling against Mark's venerable trunk. Even the boy's nuts were impressive to look upon, fat ponderous orbs while her husband's were as unremarkable as any other man's.

"The big white one, of course."

She received a short round of celebration, her back slapped by the Dora and her ass patted by her husband, Shuri raising her fist and declaring, "She can be taught! Hallayua!"

Nima's hand was urging her forward, "Well? Do your duty already! Submit to your king's cock! Kiss it. Suck it! Make up for your wretched rudeness to him!"

Nakia shot the young Dora a glare, not comprehending how anyone could consider her overly accommodating nature so far as rude and slapped her hand away even as she found herself lurching forward to do just that, her hands wrapped around both cocks as she brought her lips to the tip of Mark's fat glans. She really wasn't sure why she was going along with all this except that T'Challa really did seem to want to have an orgy with this newcomer, his former flame, his sister, and the Dora. For some reason she was horny as all get out and this sort of play was suddenly touching all her buttons.

Stroking Mark's shaft and squeezing T'Challa's, tickling that sensitive spot underneath her husband's cockhead with a fingertip, she opened her mouth wide and enveloped Mark's. Rough hands (Nima's obviously) shoved her down and she instantly had about four inches stuffed tight in her mouth. The sensation was unique as she had never done oral with a man quite this big, the meaty appendage touching all corners of the inside of her mouth. She focused on breathing out of her nostrils.

Nakia kept up her sucking for a long minute before she popped off of it with a loud lewd smack.

“It's absurd, right?” Shuri commiserated. Nakia looked at her with her eyes wide.

“I honestly didn't know they could be this big.” Her comment elicited a cocksure chuckle from Mark.

“Who made her say that?!” Mark retorted with his eyes closed as if in sweet slumber. With one hand he grabbed his schlong and directed it toward Nakia's mouth. Ororo spoke up, "That was her, though Jean admits she lubricates everyone's thoughts when it comes to appreciating your magnificent cock. Don't tell us you don't enjoy having the most powerful cock to go with that big powerful brain of yours."

"Nah, I love that shit." he commented as Nakia felt her husband take a firm hold of her hair and she was taken by surprise as the monstrous head of Mark's cock **** her mouth open as wide as a new dentist. GLURMPH!

"Damnnn Nakia!” exclaimed Shuri, as quick as a wink her mouth had acclimated to the new visitor, imbibing the fat rubbery head and a little of the shaft. She could barely fit the crown in.

"How is that, my king?" asked Nima, that heinous bitch, "Even this wayward Dora, a lowly War Bitch, is adept at taking your cock. Us Wakandan women are made for you!"

A short burst of mirth exploded from his lips, "Yea, you are. Shut up and lick my balls, Whore-Slut."

Nakia made room for the girl between his legs.