A Day in the X-Harem [pt. III]

Daisy had an evil Markandan computer installed in her head. It meant she could surf the internet with her brain. She was also pretty sure it meant there was a bomb in her skull, and basically sixty percent sure that some Markandan bureaucrat could now puppet her body whenever he or she wanted.

That sucked. Not that there was much she could do about it.

She'd woken up in a lab with a silky lingerie wearing Markandan princess a few days ago. The nubile little slut, all too happy to gloat about what she'd done to Daisy's body and brain. That had been... unpleasant, to say the least.

Currently, she was reclining upon a chaise lounge in a somewhat secluded part of their room, tapping her finger-tips in the air manipulating the Markandan equivalent of Internet Explorer. She was basically nude, her body on display, tits up and tiny brown nipples as hard as rocks in the cool air. The only thing she wore was an absolutely minuscule black g-string. The sheer black fabric emblazoned with a tiny SHIELD eagle symbol barely covered her private bits, the fact that her pubes had been completely shaved off was a boon at the moment, otherwise the thin strip of satin wouldn't have had a prayer of covering them.

Her access to the interwebs was limited. Oh she could access basically every site, but she couldn't post anything. Comments were disabled. She could only read, not contribute. Her hacking skills were completely stymied which was bullshit, because without these restrictions she could actually hack with her brain! That had basically been her dream at one point when she'd been working out the back of her van before her recruitment into SHIELD.

She'd been going over every news story on the internet, looking for the slightest bit of information that might be helpful. Amazingly, the attack on Xavier's school was completely absent. SHIELD must be suppressing the information for some reason, though she couldn't imagine it would last long. The Markandans had **** over a hundred students. Eventually, their families would notice they were missing and report it to the authorities or to the press.

She had tried to hack into SHIELD's database with her brain (!) but that too was blocked. She could browse all she wanted, but she couldn't gain access to anything secure. It was rather annoying.

One of the things that bothered her the most about this fucked up situation was the fate of those students. Her mission at the Institute had been to protect them and it would have been great if even she and her team had been defeated and enslaved, that they had at least saved their charges. But nope. The mutants that were here in the palace somewhere.

She'd basically figured out the game plan for them.

It was so completely and totally fucked up. Their true families forgotten, they would now be subservient slaves to a supervillain, a tyrant's minions in training. The scary thing is, they're probably happier than they had ever been in their lives. Being mutants some of them had been through some pretty traumatic events, the older ones especially. And now they would be living in one of richest most technologically advanced countries, free from worry and fear, surrounded by people who genuinely cared for them.

Daisy winced. Did she really just think that? That there was actually some silver-lining for them in this fucked up situation?!

Irritated, she found herself resisting the impulse to pull her g-string aside and tend to her needy pussy. She was so horny! Never in her life had she been so constantly randy for no apparent reason! She needed to get fucked!

She could feel the heat and wetness gathering in her loins. It was distracting and she couldn't think straight!

She wanted a dick inside her right now! Mark's dick! Mark's huge fat cock! She needed it thrusting in and out of her, all sorts of perverted shit! She wanted to be spanked, choked, smacked, whipped, have her hair pulled, and be called all sorts of degrading names!

Daisy blinked. Okay, that was definitely the subliminals or one of Mark's pet telepaths... Not that that changed how she felt, just that she could recognize what was happening to her and why.

Fuck it, she was giving in.

Daisy was a strong-willed woman and she did have a fair amount of willpower, but she had been fighting her urges for hours now and she couldn't fight it anymore. She needed to get fucked. She wanted to be fucked. Acting like an animal in heat, she decided to take matters into her own hands and sat up, looking around.

She noted the positions of her fellow sex-slaves. Magma and Jubilee were nearby, exploring Mark's sex-dungeony part of the room. The dark skinned Nova Roman was holding a high-tech strap-on dildo of absurd Mark size as the tanned California girl looked on with disbelief, giggling wildly. Beast and Gambit were sitting on a couch in the far side of the room. Iceman was on the bed on his back, flicking at the air as he manipulated his own newly implanted neural lace.

Wolverine was helping himself to another shot from the well-stocked cabinet of liquor their room came with. Daisy found her eyes dropping covetously to the wrist-thick monster that hung between the burly Mutant's hairy thighs.

"I need it..." she thought.

Slowly, she eased herself off the bed, creeping over to the liquor cabinet. She could feel her knees shaking and her palms sweating profusely. Her stomach was in knots and her heart raced as she approached him. He fucked Jubilee daily, granted Daisy didn't have that close relationship with him, but given their situation and the clear strength of his libido, she couldn't imagine he wouldn't be amenable.

She knew if she wanted it, all she had to do is reach out and grab it. She could already imagine the girthy thickness filling her up and making her sore. She licked her lips as her vag started getting even wetter at the thought of riding him. Suddenly, his deep, animalistic voice startled her out her lewd musings.
"Looking for something, girl?"

Aroused, she found herself just staring at his fat white serpent, swaying heavily with his movement. Wolverine was huge. Not quite as large as Mark, but who was? He had stamina for days and a dick that wouldn't quit... ever. She wanted it, in her, on her. Every way. She needed it inside her. No foreplay or anything like that. She needed him to just ram it in her and thrust until she cried from his sheer size. She wanted him to pin her down and fuck her roughly as she cried out for more.
She needed it in the worst way.

She grinned and grabbed the bottle of whiskey, pouring herself a shot and knocking it back. She twisted her basically completely naked body in a lewd way. As her throat burned, she told him in her best flirty voice, "Oh yea I am. And I found it."

Logan's eyes narrowed slightly as he shifted, his muscles bulging against his skin, "The fuck are you up to, darlin'?"

"I'm... I'm not up to anything." she rolled her eyes heavily at him, "Though 'the fuck' is what I'm looking for. Like... why are you making this awkward? I want what Jubilee is getting all the time."

Logan raised an eyebrow as he scratched his head. "And what's that?"

"Don't play goddamn dumb. I'm talking about your dick."

"So you're interested in me, huh?"

"Yep," she said, matter-of-factly, hand on her mostly naked cocked hip as she leaned on the counter beside him.

Logan thought for a moment, then gave her a smirk. "Alright, then let's get your mind out of the gutter and put your curiosity to rest."

He walked up to her and placed his hands on her shoulders. Gently yet firmly, he pushed her down until she was kneeling. She was soon staring at his angry fat cockhead, the slit at its tip already oozing a faint drizzle of precum.

“You want to suck my dick, dontcha, girl?”

No, she wanted to be fucked but she was well used to the notion that guys expected a girl to polish their knob a bit before the main event. Made them feel all powerful and manly having a woman on her knees with their dick in her mouth. Not that the Wolverine needed any help on that front.

"Mmmm... "

She stuck her tongue out and just barely touched it to the fat mushroom head, swirling it around. It tasted like how it smelled, all manly with a hint of sweat. Not quite as intense as what was emanating off of his body but still distinctive. She pushed her tongue against it, feeling it pressure against the muscle.

Soon enough she was leaning forward and filling her mouth with him.

She felt his big hands clasp the sides of her head as she wrapped her lips around the head of his dick, and he pushed her down slowly but firmly. She gagged slightly as the fat flared glans drove down her throat, more and more of his veiny meat was slowly pushing into her mouth. His dick was so thick she could barely breathe as she started to push herself off it to get air, but he kept her head down on it.

She gagged as tears started to well in her eyes, but she soon found herself face to pelvis with the smug mutant.

She let out a shuddering breath through her nose as he kept his hand in her hair.

"You like that?" he asked, kneading the back of her head with his fingers, "You like it when I use your whore mouth?"

She could barely respond, instead just giving a pathetic whimper around his cock, a pleasurable shudder running through her. Just sucking this big fat Mutant dick was making her feel so dirty and wrong and she loved it.

"Good." He said with a smirk. Then, he started to face fuck her again, pushing her down on his cock even harder and faster than before.

She gagged as his dick slammed into the back of her throat, but he was easily keeping her head locked in place with a powerful hand on the back of her head.

Then suddenly, without preamble, Wolverine extracted his cock from her mouth and she was left bereft with thick strands of spit hanging from her lips as he walked away, his muscular buns drawing her eyes.

Daisy was miffed, catching and casting away the saliva with her palm, she was about to protest when she noted that the hologram projector was active and the space before the couch was showing off a vibrant 3-D image of Mark in a hallway with Mystique hovering nearby and Rogue and Kitty before him, various servants and denizens of the palace in the background.

Wolverine turned slightly and regarded her, twitching his hand in a gesture of 'come here, girl' as he took a seat on the couch beside Beast and Gambit. Jubilee and Magma were hanging around, standing behind the couch, their hands on the back of it. Daisy quickened her pace at the sight of them, padding over on her bare feet and she knelt before him, ready to take his cock in her mouth again.

She felt a thrill of submission and lust as he beckoned her like a dog and that had to be Mark fucking with her brain... Jesus.