Shuri's Lab

For some reason Shuri's lab was a good ways distant from the capital, built into the top of a cliffside looking out over a vast plain. They traveled by air to get there in one of Wak- Markanda's ubiqitious hover-capable aircraft. It turned out that the majority of the laboratory was under the ground, built into the side of a vast mineshaft above an enormous cavern that they mined vibranium from. They had the process refined to the point that there were multiple mag-lev trains running across the gigantic chamber delivering ore and equipment back and forth.

The facility was full of lab technicians who gasped and smiled when they encountered Mark, his retinue of four nude Dora Milaje communicating who he was clearly. Though the fact that he'd spent weeks greeting and touching all of these people, it was probably more likely that they recognized him on sight.

As he crossed into the main area of the lab, his female guardians posted themselves at the walls as they saluted him with their crossed arms.

Shuri was waiting for him in an outfit that was more lingerie than clothing. Her mons was tightly contained by a white thong, stark white stockings graced her slim black thighs. For some reason her small dark breasts were wearing a half-cup bra and a tiny white sleeveless blouse with an exuberant collar gracing her torso, leaving the vast majority of her smooth black tummy exposed.

She went to her knees and prostrated herself, pressing both her hands and her face into the floor, saying with no small reverence and a smile twisting her lips, "My king..."

"What's this? My only little lady pet wearing clothes?" Mark mock complained.

Shuri got to her feet, amusement sparkling in her eyes as she returned the favor, "This is my laboratory! Do you know what foreign contaminates do to my projects? My dirty little pussy is right now trying to leak sexual lubricants down my leg, seeing my studly master of a king!"

Mark grinned, enjoying her irreverent manner.

She placed her hands on her hips and leaned in towards him, "Whose fault is that?! My horny king! You'll notice all of my people are fully clothed too! Seeing as how if they showing the appropriate amount of skin and they watched the royal porn on their breaks, I'd have their genitals leaking all over my instruments!"

He took the opportunity to roughly grab her, "Ahh!", pulling her slender form against his and kissing her. He reached down behind her to take possession of her ass with both hands, his fingers sinking into firm naked flesh because her lingerie-outfit consisted, of course, of a minuscule thong in the back. She jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist, grinding her pelvis against his as they kissed.

Licking and biting gently at his ear a few moments later, she teased, "You should be inside me. You could carry me around just like this, I'd be your little cock-ornament."

He laughed, setting her down, "Yea, then we'd never get to these surprises you supposedly have for me."

"Supposedly?!" Shuri exclaimed as they walked down a spiral walkway into her sprawling futuristic lab, the wall beside them covered in a vast vibrant mural of African iconography, "I am your best ****, master. Genius, creative, out of the box thinker, takes initiative - your only pet with a pussy. I've done nothing to deserve such doubt."

"Yea, yea, you're right." he admitted as they strolled by tables of high tech weapons and gadgets, lab techs working among them. He caught a pair of women eyeing him and whispering to each other over their tablets.

"I have great things to show you, master." she picked up a pair of thick golden bracers, inlaid with a design of geometric shapes and attached them to his wrists. "These contain sensors and personal shield generators. With these an assassin's bullet can no longer threaten you, an explosion as well and-"

She stepped away only to explode into motion, spinning around and delivering a ferocious round-house kick, only for a shimmering wall of blue energy to burst into existence between them, her foot rebounding off of it.

"Should keep you from getting your brain knocked against the side of your skull when you step into a fight you have no business being in, hmm?"

Mark nodded, eyes wide, very impressed. He didn't think he'd fully appreciated the resources he now had access to. He knew that he had come along way from being your average American high school kid, but it still boggled the mind that he had his very own **** field emitter. He found himself wondering why he hadn't had this device before Natasha's **** attempt, then he remembered that he'd had Shuri either around his dick or acting like she really was his personal cat back at the beginning with no time off. There you go, another example of him letting his dick make bad decisions.

He really should think about reigning that thing in...

He followed Shuri's tight thong-clad ass across the lab to where two of his guardsmen were standing side by side, both completely naked.

One was a most recent acquisition and Mark couldn't help but enjoy seeing him here, waiting docilely like the good brain-washed soldier he now was. M'Baku was his name and he had been the leader of a semi-independent Wakandan tribe living in the remote mountains. He'd also been a violent antagonist to Black Panther and had attempted to take over the country in the past. His isolationist Jabari people had been the last large grouping of unconverted Wakandans in the country. Mark had taken a team to fix that only a few days after returning from Genosha.

Jean's powers had ensured that their aircraft was received and they were granted an audience with the Jabari chieftain. Mark had began to speak only for the man to begin barking at him. He was so surprised by this, he'd actually thought that Jean had gone ahead and adjusted the villain into a pet already, but he'd soon learned that he was being shouted down for daring to speak as an outsider.

Mark had responded by holding out his hand and saying, "Your balls in my hand. Now."

This had brought M'Baku up short, exchanging disbelieving glances with his own guards before he laughed and started to joke, when Jean struck. Instantly, he was up off his throne, scrambling forward as he frantically struggled to tear off his clothes. His huge towering form ended up right in front of Mark, with just the tattered remains of his pants around his ankles. Eyes wide in alarm, he lifted his penis out of the way with one hand and gingerly moved so that his scrotum was in Mark's hand, a sigh of relief passing his lips.

It took less than a second for him to pronounce the words in his mind, project it through his fingers, through the man's balls, groin, torso, neck, and into his **** mind.

Seeing no need for any semi-independent leaders in his Markanda and quite impressed with the man's body, he was outrageously muscular on a level with Sabertooth but even taller with a dick-size to match, Mark immediately inducted him into the ranks of his ****-soldiers by adding the 'Royal Guard' set of subliminal commands to his brain's inventory. Jean had then gotten the conversion 'conga line' spun up, a process that was now routine. As Mark sat on the man's throne and M'Baku knelt beside him, double-fisting that enormous black prick of his, the tribe filtered through in one long line that snaked throughout the structure and the mountain village beyond.

The many hours of tedious touching and delivering the exact same 'Markandan Commoner' set of commands was made much more palatable by relieving his sexual desires upon the Jabari people, in particular M'Baku's very attractive wives and daughters. He'd added two of those daughters to his own harem so M'Baku could look forward to seeing and interacting with those two members of his family on a regular basis in the future.

He slapped M'Baku's abs of steel, "How's it going?"

"Good, Master." he rumbled simply.

Turning to Shuri, Mark gave her a look, "So, what was that about nudity in your lab?"

She met his eyes knowingly and rolled hers, reaching out to take M'Baku's hefty flaccid penis in her hand. She peeled back the man's thick foreskin, the Jabari as a whole were uncircumcised, and held up his cock-head for inspection. Mark's eyebrows rose as he saw what looked like a fat silver bead sticking out of the man's piss slit, "You can be naked in my lab if you're wearing a plug for these nasty sources of contaminant."

"I'm not wearing one of those."

She cocked her head pointedly, "Do you have a nasty source of contaminant?" She raised her voice, eyes wide, "OF COURSE NOT!" She dropped her tone and took on a more subservient manner even if her curved lips and sparkling eyes punctured the effect and bowing with the "x" gesture of crossed arms, "My king would naturally have this pet suck the ambrosia of the gods that seeps from his glorious schlong. Or if this one was busy showing off her creations, then one of my techs would just love to make sure not a drop of that delicious cock-milk reached the floor. Though, honestly, isn't that sort of thing these Dora shadows of yours are for, hmm?"

Mark had to grin, "Alright. So what are you showing me here?"

"This." she held up a ring of the same texture and color of the Kimoyo Beads that were ubiquitous in Wakanda, every individual had a bracelet of them, Mark, too now. They had tiny computers within them as well as sensors, holographic projectors, and were used to interface with all sorts of devices. Shuri stuffed M'Baku's fat member into the ring and roughly worked it up to the hairless base of his shaft. She did the same for the other guard whose name Mark couldn't recall, there were already around a hundred Royal Guardsmen after all.

Shuri stepped back and tapped her Kimoyo Beads and without warning from the rings erupted a wave of silvery-grey material that rapidly crawled down the mens' penises. Soon enough each man's groin was a tightly packed shiny metal cod-piece, and given that M'Baku was hung like Mark this had to be all sorts of uncomfortable. Even as that process was completing at their crotches, a new wave of nanites began at their necks apparently having traveled invisibly up their torsos from the ring. Within a handful of seconds, their heads were encased in featureless helmets with just a straight black band where their eyes would be.

"Wow." Mark didn't know what he'd expected but it hadn't been this. "I like it." His Royal Guard needed a uniform. And this was exactly the twisted thing he'd sort of had in mind. The Wakandans were completely desexed and dehumanized, presenting noting more than faceless figures to the world, and advertising his hold on them with the gleaming metal between their legs.

He turned to Shuri who watching his reaction closely, a small proud smile on her lips. "I love it."

"I know you do." she cocked her head somewhat haughtily, "It's why I'm your best pet."

Mark smirked and nodded, before walking around behind the two guardsmen. He saw that they wore nothing covering their asses, they were essentially nude save for the metal clinging to their groins and heads. "Maybe capes too? Dark red ones."

"Of course." agreed Shuri, "The next iteration." She then brought her Kimoyo Beads to his, transferring data, and showing him the commands to control the 'Kimoyo Cock-Rings' of his guard. Only he and those he selected would have such control, the guardsmen themselves would not. "Someone deserves a good long ride on your monstrous tool, yea?"

"Probably, yea." He agreed mildly as he slid his hand down to take possession of her sexy little ass.

She immediately slipped out of his grip, gently smacking his hand and shaking her butt as she walked, calling back, "But I'm not done yet! Come with me, master!"

He watched her go, eyes glued to that thong-clad ass before glancing at the guardsmen, "Are you done these two?"

"Yes!"

Mark touched his Kimoyo Beads and released the Vibranium chastity-belts, the nanites flowing back into the rings, but leaving the helmets in place. Their black dicks swung down, no longer desexed but still dehumanized, he told them, "You're both on duty."

"Yes, Master." they both replied, their voices coming through clearly despite the helmets and they followed him a step back to either side as he went after Shuri. He didn't have to look to know that their cocks were growing hard, ready to stand around and look erotic or to perform sexually at his command.