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

Daisy Johnson woke up.

Her cheek was on a muscular chest and someone was pressed against her other side, her leg on top of someone's. She pushed herself up, quickly taking stock of her situation. The man she'd been using as a hug pillow was Bobby Drake, Iceman, a member of the X-Men. Gay, so under normal circumstances, probably one of the reasons she'd apparently felt comfortable enough snuggling up to in the middle of the night while completely naked.

Of course, these were assuredly not normal circumstances. She was a sex-**** to the mutant Mark Williams and given his proclivities, she figured it was basically inevitable that she'd be fucking Iceman at some point.

Whatever. That didn't matter much. Her eyes swept past the tangled mass of naked slumbering forms of the others. She snorted. It seemed like morning wood was the order of the day. Kitty Pryde actually had a hand wrapped around Colossus' even in sleep. She could look around and easily see several other boners, including Wolverine's massive tool sticking up over Jubilee's turned hip. No surprise there, they'd all been pretty much constantly horny every day thanks to either Mark's touch or his battery of pet telepaths messing with their minds. Even now, Daisy's pussy felt like it was on fire, hot and needy. And no amount of privacy-free masturbation seemed to make for it. To make matters worse, she could not get the image of Mark's massive dick out of her head.

Not to mention the fact that she really liked the idea of being his little girlfriend who he fucked sometimes. She knew she was hot, and plenty of guys in SHIELD were always hitting on her, so it wasn't like she was undesirable. Just, other than Ward who had turned out be a murderous Hydra infiltrator, she had absolutely no interest in any of them. Mark was different though. There was just something about him...

Why did her taste in men run to hot as fuck bad-guys?!

CHRIST! That was REALLY getting old! She knew... she fucking KNEW that this attraction was a subliminal command he'd put in her head on a goddamned whim! And yet it still seemed so... REAL!

What the hell was she supposed to do about that?

Maybe she could get him back for it. Maybe...

She shook her head. That was silly, and pointless and probably stupid. She could give him an earful and then walk away, no big deal. Or.... maybe he would drive the point home with his big, thick, meaty-

Fuck. She'd only now just realized that Hill was missing.
Her boss was not on the giant round bed among the distractedly impressive nude bodies of the X-Men.

She frowned and cast her gaze across the large circular room that was their gilded prison here in the Markandan Royal Palace. It was made up of opulently comfortable furniture and lounging areas with plenty of pillows, soft rugs, and low tables for drinks and snacks. A really nice place to sit around and talk or just pass the time in pleasant company if, you know, you weren't all enslaved by a super-villain. One quarter even opened up onto a balcony that looked out over the beautiful city that was Birnan Zana. Unfortunately, there was also the quarter made up of basically sex dungeon stuff, including various sized dildos affixed to the floor, a sex swing, and what was obviously top of the line high-tech Markandan sex machines.

All of it was lacking a certain Major Maria Hill.

Moving carefully, using her powers to counteract any natural vibrations her movements caused, she slipped off the bed without disturbing her fellow enslaved prisoners. She moved silently through the room towards the open doorway to the bathroom adjoining their opulent prison cell. She looked into the well-appointed if somewhat decadent room, complete with a large shower big enough for ten and a large round marble bathtub that could probably fit the entire X-Men team in it.

There were also a number of toilets, lacking any sort of dividing walls just sitting out in the open one after another. Yea... they had no privacy whatsoever, from their captors or each other. It was a psychological tool used to manipulate them. Daisy wondered why the Markandans even bothered, given that their very minds could be warped and dominated at will.

She frowned again. Hill was nowhere to be found. She gently closed the door and moved back through the main room, once again using her powers to keep the vibrations from her steps from disturbing anyone.

"Looking for someone?"

She turned to see the mutant villain and now converted queen Mystique standing there, wearing a fine white silk loincloth and gold panther-headed jewelry upon her massive blue tits. She was also wearing a golden circlet in her bright blood-red hair.

For someone who was just as brain-washed and mentally dominated as the rest of them, she looked awfully smug, "Yea, lady. Have you seen my boss Maria Hill?"

"Oh yes. The ever dutiful Agent Hill, always working," she smiled, "Tell me, how do you feel about her?"

"What?"

"I mean, do you feel loyal to her? Does the thought of her plight fill you with a burning anger at those who would do this to her, or does the idea of her being destroyed fill you with apathy?"

In the background, the X-Men were rousing from their collective slumber. In the foreground, Quake was tensing, thrusting out her metal encased forearms sending waves of vibrating **** into the air to either side of the blue mutant.

"I think you should think twice before you say that bullshit to me." Daisy intoned, her voice tight.

Mystique didn't even seem to notice.

She knew exactly what she was doing.

"Abase yourself, little girl."

"What?"

"Kneel before me and tell me how unworthy you are of my attention."

"No, I just..."

"DO IT!"

Mystique's command was shattering.

She had **** but to obey, her body collapsing to the ground as she groveled like a dog.

"I'm unworthy of your attention, my queen."

"Good."

Daisy whimpered as she struggled against the commands, but it was to no avail.

Mystique knelt beside her, almost motherly in her concern, "Why are you fighting me, little one? This could be so easy. You want to serve me, don't you?"

"Yes," she whimpered.

"You want to serve your queen, don't you?"

"Yes."

A soft blue hand gently patted her cheek as Mystique softly ordered, "Empty your bladder for me, little Inhuman."

Daisy didn't even have time to respond. She felt the warm release spreading out and down her legs to pool on the floor in beneath her. It was an embarrassingly lengthy release, stretching on for what seemed like forever as she helplessly soaked the floor.

Mystique's palm patted her cheek, "There, there. It's all over now. You've pleased me, and that's all that matters, isn't it?"

"Yes, my queen," she whimpered weakly.

Mystique's mouth spread into a smile once again as her rich golden eyes gazed down at the girl before her. She spoke softly to her, "Good girl."

As Mystique got to her feet and stepped away, Daisy remained kneeling feeling utter shame and self-hatred. She felt like she had utterly betrayed herself and everyone around her.

Mystique continued to grin, "You may rise, little one."

"Yes, my queen," she whimpered.

"Who am I?"

"You're my queen."

"And?"

"You're a goddess."

It was hard for her to even think the words, but once they were spoken they felt right to her in some bizarre way.

There was a loud heavy sigh from the center of the room along with a few tell-tale snikt snikt snikt, and a gravely voice, "What the hell, Raven? You mind leaving the girl alone? Pick on someone your own size or get to the fucking point why you're even in here?"

He made quite the sight, all flexing corded muscle, heavy dick dangling between his partially squatting vibrantly strong thighs.

Mystique sauntered away and Quake felt a release of tension as she no longer experienced the powerful mutant's full attention, "Questions. Exclamations of discontent! Why my dear husband allows you to live such free lives is a deep conundrum for me. In any event, my reason for coming here this morning is to collect my dear daughter Rogue and perhaps one other participant, should they be ready and willing to brave the unknown..."