Aftermath and Shuri's Curiosity

*Most of this is written by Namichwan

The gigantically broad muscled hulk of a man who'd been fighting earlier picked me up by the arm and began helping me up the stairs to the level above, “Now that was an arena fight! We call you Gargantuan Dick Man, yea? Y’make even the most hostile of pussies tame, yea? Haha, You can call me Strong Man! We will be fast friends, Yes!”

His voice was loud, booming across the space as I shoved off his helping hands and made my own way up the staircase, uncomfortably aware of our mutual nudity, though comfortably smug about how vastly I out-massed him genitally.

Strong Man might as well have had a micro-penis compared to his **** musculature above. As much as I enjoyed my penile superiority I was suddenly much more concerned about my recent conquest, my newest possession, “W-wait… what about her?” I motioned to the savagely barely dressed assassin still motionless back on the sand below.

“Elektra’s going to be fine.” Peter explained as he abruptly appeared beside me, having abruptly leapt across ten meters like it was nothing even as his wife joined us at the top of the staircase, his meager dick still and leaking cum, while her pussy also seemed to house a couple of loads inside.

Mary Jane winked and reached down to tease a finger-tip down my penis, “With her will as broken as you left it, she’ll be super easy to switch her allegiance from you to our Mark.”

With Strong Man’s towering bulk looming behind me and the two spider-cucks ensconced to my either side, I could do little more than stride back to the beginning of this little slice of caveman heaven but I couldn’t help but feel a little, I dunno, hurt? That she’d be taken away from me that easily… This was all going so fast, this entire place seemingly built to bend people to their will it felt like they had it down to an exact science…

“Yes yes, the slut is ours, I already congratulated him. NOW! Tell me more about how you did that!” Shuri demanded, her voice sounding in my ears as if I were wearing earbuds and I instinctively jerked my head and slapped at the air beside my head, “Granted, I’ve got plenty of data from your Inhibitor Necklace, but personal testimonials are welcome! Now tell me how you bent that sassy bitch to your will like that, my almost but not really alternate-reality king!”

Her tone was utterly insouciant, but her hunger for knowledge was perfectly genuine. I kind of admired that: this girl was driven to know everything she possibly could, she just wanted to learn and improve and grow, “Was it how you expected it to go? Was the dancing necessary? Remember, we could just extract it from you but I always enjoy hearing it in a subject’s words first.”

I blew some air out of my mouth in frustration. “Not giving me much choice here…” I mumbled, “Okay, let’s see… I’m assuming you know a lot about how other Mark’s touching mind control works, yeah?”

“Obviously.”

“Yeah, so, from what I remember, it’s like a door. You touch a person: the door opens and you can then order everyone inside what to do. Stop touching them: that door closes and no more orders, yeah? Your Mark isn’t a Jean Grey psychic or anything, so orders aren’t given telepathically without the door being open.”

I could hear Shuri tapping away in my head, “You’re similar in that regard, yes.”

“Well, this is where we’re different I guess. Because now without that door opening power, I’ve had to start… I guess the right way to describe it is that I now construct a bridge? If I can capture their other senses then the bridge forms and I can give them remote orders.”

“Fascinating. And you do this by capturing their senses?”

“It’s sort of like a ghost bridge, with many different strands forming but also slowly fading at the same time. It only stays open once I fully construct it. I have that with America and Elektra now, and the ladies from my universe that I touched pre-power loss. I can sort of cross a half finished bridge, but it is shaky and can be broken easier if they realize what I’m doing.”

“And the dancing?”

“I think it’s got something to do with someone’s focus. When you touch them, their focus is on you fully, but how do you dominate a person’s sense of sight? Even when they’re looking at you, their focus could be on something else cause that’s how brains work. So how do you make sure they’re attention is yours? Dancing, singing, pendulums helped with America, the stronger the attention the easier the bridge strands form.”

I heard Shuri instructing someone, perfectly obvious it was to some lackey wherever she was at rather than to me, “Put a video of Mark on loop in one of the prisoner rooms. Elsa Bloodstone, she seems like a good guinea pig.”

There wasn’t much of interest after that. Shuri had an endless number of questions. I did my best to answer them, not seeing much point in resisting given my complete and utter helplessness.. Soon enough the same group of people were once again gathered at the fake fire. MJ and Spiderman lingered for a while but they soon left to their own pursuits, promising to be back the next day..