A Week Later-Aftermath [pt IV]

Written in Collaboration with Namichwan

“So if these girls all get pregnant from ex-heroes,” Mark gestured to the various diminutive figures of cum dripping women on the floor as the miniature holographic cityscape stretched out on the floor past the two real and life size gorgeous women tended his dick, Felicia sealing her pillowy lips over his cockhead lovingly, sucking on the swollen mushroom of flesh eagerly as America’s and her own vast tits caressed the towering shaft. “And I impregnate a fuckton of the rest… how many women are left for the regular men?”

Ms Chavez wanted to just shrug and say ‘who cares’ but then another folder caught her eye. “Hmm, there’s something here labeled ‘Live Feed of Homes’?”

Mark was **** to leave the elaborate parade-like sex-fest in the center of the room, but America's comment was enough to drive his mental cursor and a brief holographic projection of folders and files upon a desktop superimposed itself over the black and white bodies of the orgy beyond. It clicked before he knew it and a map of Markanda suddenly wiped out the chaotic display of sex and crowds, tiny glowing motes spreading out across the sprawling country.

Lake Victoria provided the Eastern border but vastly smaller lakes and rivers criss-crossed Markanda with abandon. The vast amount of lights were gathered in various obvious cities, the main one no doubt the capital where he currently resided. All were labeled and each began with the term Birnan which it did not take him long to determine was the Wakandan word for city, each having been named for some particular famous Black Panther of the past.

The rest of the half and half savanna and jungle countryside was much more sparsely speckled with lights.

On a whim, he mentally selected one of these outside the metropolis of Birnan Bashenga roughly three hundred miles to the west of the capital, Birnan Zana.

The ‘camera’ rushed downwards and Mark suddenly had two women using his oversized prick as a handhold as they all felt a little motion sickness as distant trees surged rapidly towards them, and buildings for ants quickly became life sized structures. All of them instinctively flinched when a farm crashed into their view and they ‘landed’ in the middle of a corn field.

Disorientated a little from the weird effect, the three straightened and began to look around the new holographic space.

A brilliant golden field, with a setting African sun framing the beautiful landscape. Markanda certainly was a wonderful place when you let it. And that was just the scenery, inside the farm they’d landed on was just as interesting. Black bodies exposed in white linen labored. Massive rhinos pulling only what their muscles couldn’t handle themselves. Clothes just short enough to see swinging tips poke out from loose linens.

“I guess… this is a live feed.” said Mark, watching a man carry a huge bale of wheat in front of him to the point where he swore he could smell the sweat. “Guess King Me likes to keep an eye on things from time to time?”

Felicia, who had basically curled up beside the chair like an actual cat after being scared by the fall, crawled out and scratched at the golden grass she was now sitting in. “Not as fun as the last one though, is it?” She yawned, turning back and focusing back on the only dick that mattered to her, licking away at Mark’s crotch while the other two kept watch over the strangely peaceful sight of common Markandans in a natural setting.

The vast majority were male, sweating and laboring in the evenly tilled soil. But females were evident at the edges, watching and overseeing, gathered together in social groups. Holding babies to their exposed breasts.

There was a glowing grey-white line present at the bottom of the hologram. It was only visible when focused upon and Mark immediately recognized it as the sort of thing found on every sort of internet video from Youtube to Pornhub.

Not quite live, it took him only a moment to find the timestamp as well as the button that would provide a truly LIVE feed. This was the feed from the day before. He didn’t know if it was simply Wak- Markandan software guruness or his own personal proclivities that led to the instinctive awareness of how this all worked, but he was able to reach out with his awareness and right finger, tapping a Markandan woman upon the side of the field. She was outlined in a blazing white line beside a huge basin filled with potato-like vegetables.

She was a young woman, who appeared to be a little older than Mark, but still not much more than twenty. Her skin was dark, and she had a round face with bright chocolate lips and eyes. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun, and her body was covered in a loose white dress that looked as if it would be too small for her, given her large breasts.

She was sitting down, and he could see her hands resting on the edge of the field. Her fingers were slightly curled, and her head was tilted slightly to the side.

With her highlighted in his view, her name hovered above her head: Enzia Bamvune. They followed the lovely view of the woman all the way from when she stood up and began rushing towards a man just coming over the hill with a rhino and cart behind him. Quickly she leapt into his arms, nuzzling her face into his rather plain chest, as the somewhat older and portlier man definitely did not seem like her- “Husband W’Kumak!” She beamed, a bubbly personality shining through her smile, “How was your trip to market?”

“Excellent as usual these days, my wife.” He smiled back, placing her back on the ground after a quick kiss while they walked to their house together. “The mutants have brought such wonderful wares, and the genetic splicing made by the royal slut scientist has made the meats so large that we shall feast for a full moon cycle on this one cow!” W’Kumak sighed in happiness, “King Mark proves his superiority in so many ways, does he not?”

“He certainly does! I look forward to truly showing our love to him tonight! What a glorious feast we shall throw in his honor!”

Mark whipped his finger-tip forward and the environment around them abruptly changed.

Enzia was still outlined in white but she now sat at a long table within a modest room, the walls adobe and sparsely decorated with homey pictures and traditional religious artifacts, panther motifs predominant.

It was a very simple space, but it felt warm and inviting.

A single window was open, letting in the light of the setting sun. A breeze blew in, rustling the curtains.

It would all be a very lovely scene for a loving Markandan husband and wife…

But the amount of people in the room was far greater than two. Other than Enzia there were a number of male Markandans, perhaps twelve in all. There were four children as well, a newborn swaddled in a blanket and held and cooed at by a burly, bearded man.

Mark’s brow furrowed, a bit confused by the situation, finding it not all that exciting. His mental finger-tip nudged at the timestamp line but he hesitated as they all took on a ritual manner.

Strangely they were all praying. Mark had fast forwarded past the beginning part so he wasn’t exactly sure to whom they were praising, it was probably him but he’d only ever really made himself a sexual god rather than going the full deity claims. Perhaps it was some new experiment Jean was running on the populace, or just a fun quirk to give to Enzia, either way they finished up their prayers as their dinner concluded.

“There, thank you everyone.” Enzia smiled warmly, standing up from the table of dirty plates with a level of energy, “Are you all ready for the next part?”

“The real question is, are you!?” Burst one of the more muscular men at the table, causing a wave of laughter around the room that Enzia happily smiled off.

Now he did flick the timestamp forward. The scene shifted abruptly once more and they were suddenly in a bedroom, a freaking lion's pelt laid out on the floor like a rug. The bed wasn’t so large and there was a veritable mass of black bodies upon it. Enzia was in the middle, her ass prominent as she rolled it atop one of the men on his back. More husbands knelt around then, stroking themselves and frequently fondling Enzia's bouncing form even as she twisted back and forth tending to their members with her hands and mouth.

Still more were relaxing around the room as they either masturbated or drank, or both, eyes latched upon their wife as they waited their turn with the patience of long familiarity.

"Heh. I don't think I've seen so many little black dicks in one porno." Commented Felicia, one bent arm atop Mark's thigh as she leaned back against his leg to peer at the hologram, her big white boobs bulging and deforming as America took the opportunity to squeeze them as she continued to loudly slurp upon Mark's length.

Mark grinned and got a good handful himself, "I mean... I'd smugly say this is the reality versus the stereotype but my other self has corralled every last big-dicked Wakandan into his weird eunuch Royal Guard so the statistics are probably way off."

America practically sneered as she gave the scene a brief glance before turning back to Mark's prick, "Feel bad for the puta. Quantity over quality, not for this chica..."

It was incredibly raunchy and a far cry from the pleasant homey scene this family had been involved in before, the children were thankfully not present. He knew what was going on as King Mark had been only to eager to proudly explain the system he'd created to the only other person who could truly appreciate it This was another example of his variant-self's complete dominance over every aspect of Markandan society, from their government and religion all the way to their marriage customs and family structure.

The vast majority of Markandan males were husbands who shared one wife. They would only ever expel their seed in that one woman's womb. To them this was normal and expected. Indeed, every man in this wild 'marital gang-bang' would believe wholeheartedly that any baby Enzia bore was their biological child.

This ridiculous idea was practically the bedrock of Markandan society. It fit in perfectly with Mark's other self-aggrandizing changes, for why their King was worshiped for his massive white cock, for why the oh so superior Mutants were welcomed with open legs, and why the capital city was quite naturally one giant harem dedicated to breeding the next generation of Markandan supermen.

The men and women that were once upon a time proud Wakandans with marriages of love and trust… were now led down a path of raging gangbangs on one wife between many. Thanks to Jean’s influence they were filled with no less love in their hearts, though there was still a lot of testosterone and stress relief needed to get out on Enzia. Perhaps deep down they felt the frustrations of being a people under the thumb of one dictator and that was what led them to this life of running trains. What was taking place in this room was no sweet love-making, that was for sure.

Enzia's smaller form was mostly obscured as her husbands crowded in. The happy sweaty males were grunting and grinning as they wildly made use of whatever part of her they could reach for their pleasure. She was being double-penetrated, a dick in both her lower holes, her bubbly ass rippling with shockwaves as one man gripped her tight waist and pounded away. The guy spread-eagle on the bottom, his stretched out limbs serving as tripping hazards for the rest, only had to lay there as his fellow husband provided all the motion for driving her thoroughly wet hole around his member.

Sweat, cum, and other juices all stained their love bed. Each man trying to get their chance on the girl, animalistic grunting as turns were taken in the frenzy of man. Enzia held herself well, licking, fucking, and stroking as much and as often as she could. This was her purpose, her life’s mission according to Mark, and she was not going to let him down.

Out of curiosity, Mark himself ‘changed the channel’ to another home. This one having two women with just as many husbands, back to back in their love making sandwiches. Both were slightly portlier, and could even have been twins from what Mark could see (which wasn’t much from how many dudes surrounded them.) There was a quick turnaround of screen flickering between a bunch of other homes as Mark confirmed this was now the norm for Markanda. The only difference was the occasional familiar face. D-Tier villains or heroes taking the roles of the woman in the gangbang, such as one woman dressed as a white rabbit or another as a sexy vampire.

As exciting and as titillating as this was, he was starting to feel a bit too much like a passive voyeur. Not to mention Mark had two quite real and in the flesh hotties right on top of him. Porn was over, time for sex!

He grabbed America around the waist and dragged her down from her perch atop the armrest, the ex-lesbian giggling happily as she landed in his lap and slightly bumping Felicia’s mouth out the way.

“Mark~! I hope you haven’t forgotten about your kitty down here?” Felicia whined, not having had a chance to actually get fucked again since the reunion. America certainly had forgotten, already standing on Mark’s chair to line his thickness up to her dripping slit.

Mark just smirked as the latina speared herself once more with loud unashamed moans cascading from her mouth, “How about this Felicia, you stroke yourself while sucking my nuts and first to cum out of you two gets my cum, deal?”