Captured X-Men [pt. III]

Once they were all 'dressed', they were led back to the large room that was their vast prison cell. Scantily clad as they were, their group certainly fit quite a bit better among the population of the palace. The students had a god-damnned field day when they saw the condition they were in, the lead X-men with their dicks on display and the X-women with their breasts hanging out for all to see. Beast did his best to explain the situation and answer questions with his usual reassuring manner, though the bright yellow g-string holding in his hairy blue crotch and ass somewhat spoiled the effect.

A few hours passed, nothing to break the monotony but the arguments about what to do about the situation. Logan stayed out of it. At least until Kurt showed up, strolling in like nothing had happened. Like he hadn't been the one that had sealed their fate, teleporting Charles out of his wheel-chair and right into Mark's damn brain-washing clutches.

He was also completely nude, apparently happy to show off that ugly-ass blue horse-dick of his proudly, which was really fucking weird.

"Are you alright, my friends?"

"Ah. Yes, our captivity has been perfectly pleasant." remarked Beast, "Though I think we all have some complaints about our prison uniforms...."

Kurt's expression was one of honest confusion as he looked at them, "What would you wear? If not g-strings?" He shook his head, "No matter. I'm here to assure you all that you are in no danger! You are safe in Markanda, you are treasured souls! God desires you join him in his heavenly choir to fight the forces of darkness that would scour this world of our blessed kind."

"Uh...." Jubilee held up one finger even as she stared, "Pretty sure God doesn't want us to prance around naked, you know?"

Beast tried to play peace-maker, requesting they all calm down and hear Night-Crawler out. But far too many of them felt nothing but outrage towards their comrade that had betrayed them, emotions were too high to fully accept the explanation that he had been a victim of Mark's mind-control.

Soon enough Kurt was retreating, offering strong assurances that everything would be okay, just so long as they accepted their lot as righteous slaves of King Mark.

A few more hours passed and the same individuals were called for and led out of the room.

They reached an ornate set of tall doors, that had twelve more muscular black and barely clothed guards to either side. Two of them pushed the doors open slowly, no fancy tech here. "Go and present yourselves to the King." commanded their escort and Logan found himself striding into the next room, the floor a raised platform of glass. It was filled with people all around the sides, a vast set of floor to ceiling windows looking out onto the sunny city-scape beyond. Before that was a raised floor of reddish cracked earth that held a circle of chairs and a rounded throne with a pair of curved spikes thrusting out from it.

The kid was on that throne wearing a dark robe he kept completely open as he sat there otherwise nude, the only thing memorable about the guy was that monstrous length of thick, heavy flesh laying between his spread thighs, imposing even limp and easily noticeable from this distance.

There were a whole gaggle of people crowded in around him as he sat there with a smug grin on his face. Emma and Betsy were standing to either side of his throne with knowing smiles on their beautiful faces, holding on to its spikes and wearing lingerie that was practically non-existent, their impressive racks almost entirely exposed. A pair of T'Challa's warrior woman bodyguards stood beside them to either side, fully nude and thrusting their own sizeable tits out proudly as they held their spears out at a precise angle. Kurt was hovering in the background. He'd actually put on a robe that somewhat resembled his X-Uniform, it was a deep red with a familiar wing tips flaring off his shoulders, but it was open leaving the middle of his ripple dark blue torso revealed and down below was his huge pink and blue horse boner.

At Mark's feet crouched the massive form of goddamned Sabertooth as well as Black Panther's comparatively slight but still quite bulky and muscular body. Both of them were completely naked as was Shuri, the lithe princess lounging on the floor between and against them.

There were six small chairs before Mark's throne, three to either side. Jean sat in the chair to the right, Ororo in the chair to the left. Cy sat in the next one after Jean. The never to be sufficiently damned Mystique in the one past Storm. The Scarlet Witch sat beside the blue-skinned shifter, looking slightly nervous but not at all unhappy to be here, her ample breasts sitting out fat and happy atop the dark red leather corset she wore. Her nipples were bright pink and brought her breasts to points. Across from her sat- Oh Damn.

Not that it was really a surprise but his presence here really underlined how completely and totally fucked they were. The professor was just sitting there as calm as could be, his bald head shining and his cool eyes resting on Logan with that look that said he knew exactly what you were thinking. Yep, Chuck was the enemy now and what the fuck were they supposed to do now? FOUR psychics against them, all their telepaths, two of which were among the most powerful on the planet?

Every single one of them looked just as pleased as punch as the X-Men approached. Logan stared at Jean hard and she met his eyes easily, nodding and smiling in greeting as if this were just some normal event.

It is normal Jean's mental voice sounded in his head, the sooner you accept this the happier you'll be, Logan

He pushed at her mental presence in the way she had taught him and she retreated, not that she had to if she wanted. With her power she could have him dancing a jig and making him think he was a cricket with ease.

Unable to resist the command from that prick-guard, Logan strode forward feeling the eyes on him of a couple hundred people, the sides of the room packed with silently watching Wakandans of obviously high status based on the shear amount of jewelry that did basically nothing to conceal their breasts and loins. His nose was filled with the usual scents of that many bodies packed close together, but it was impossible to miss the odor of about sixty excited pussies wafting from their owners' loins. Disturbingly he caught the stank of pre-cum, no doubt every dude in here had a dick just straining to see their so called King in action.

The hell of it was he could smell the same horny stank emanating from the groins of his fellow captured X-Men, Hill and Quake too...

He glared at the bastard sitting there, lounging with the most smug smirk on his stupid face. He stepped onto the dirt surface and 'presented' himself to the king.

Pointing one extended claw, he growled out, "Just so you know. I'm going to fucking cut that stupid dick off and feed it to you!"

There was actually a collective gasp from the crowd and a sudden cacophony of outrage that was only stymied by one of the bald warrior-women banging their spear pointedly upon the floor, sending her hefty black tits jiggling wildly in response. For just the briefest of seconds, Logan saw the fear in Mark's eyes and confirmed it with the stink of distress in his scent. But then it was gone as the boy apparently remembered the army of super-powered betters he'd captured and surrounded himself with and he put on a show.

"I'm not exactly shaking in my boots, but I appreciate the sentiment all the same." said Mark, waving a dismissive hand. The rest of their little group settled in around Wolverine some to his side, another in a line behind them.

"X-Men." Mark spoke again, "Is it not customary to bow to a king in his throne-room?"

"No fucking way." snarled Logan, even as he found himself falling to one knee.

To either side of him Jubilee and Kitty hit the floor so fast, it seemed like their legs had been kicked out from under them, both girls bowing forward. The rest were kneeling as well. That had to be the mind control.

"You're not my king." he said, staring at the bastard, "You mind sparing us this bullshit and get it over with?"

Mark stared back, leaning to one side on his throne, propping up his chin on his arm, he pointed at Logan with his free hand, "I like you. But no, 'bullshit' will not be spared. Now-"

He got to his feet, thick meat dangling and slapping his thighs as he did so. He stepped forward, speaking in a tone that was obviously supposed to be dramatic and regal but came off as some drama high-school student reading memorized lines, "You have done me a great wrong, X-Men. You sent your assassins into my land. Your heinous attack nearly killed some of my dear people. If not for the swift action of my Queen Storm, their deaths would be yours to account for. What say you?"

Beast spoke up from his knees, "We did not send an assassin. We sent our dear friend, Psylocke, to ascertain the condition of our comrades Jean, Ororo, and Scott who had gone missing."

Mark cocked his head to side, his eyes narrowing, "I took control of Ororo by accident! But I knew based on her thoughts what the outcome would be should I come clean. I took Jean and Scott to protect myself from lobotomy by Professor X, and then Wakanda to underline that defense." The kid spoke with heat, his hands waving, "Wolverine, what is your intention towards me?"

"I'm going to kill you just as soon as I can." Logan found himself saying instantly and with feeling. Once again there was the sound of shock and outrage from the peanut gallery even as Hank barked in dismay, "Logan!"

He didn't give two fucks about decorum in this fucking situation and he locked eyes with Mark, "You're a goddamned monster, unable to resist using your power. You are exactly why the humans turn to Sentinels. They're screwed otherwise..."

Mark held out his open palm, "See? You've given me **** in the matter but to come settle our differences. It grieves me to discuss... terms of surrender."

Logan could fucking smell the submission of the other X-Men. Beast was nodding, his head bent. Gambit had sweat dotting his brow. Rogue was breathing easier all of a sudden. Jubilee, Kitty, and Magma had their faces pressed into the ground, firm bottoms raised. Colossus might as well have been a statue, down on one knee. Maria Hill was kneeling, but otherwise she was just glaring at Mark, though her protege Quake was ass-up, head down just like the rest of them.

"You attacked me and mine." intoned Mark, "So I'm turning you into slaves as punishment."

There was a long silence.

"That is fair." said Hank finally, "We thank you profusely for your mercy, master. We will all serve you faithfully!"

Damn. There was that funny niggling feeling in the back of Logan's head. Something was wrong here but for the life of him Logan couldn't figure it out. With that pronouncement, he was now a **** to this punk and that bothered him to no end. But it was the simple truth, that if you were defeated in battle, then the victor was free to do whatever he desired with you, be it execution, humiliation, or enslavement. Given the situation, Mark would have to be a complete moron not to make use of them. Certainly he'd defeated them, overpowering them on their own turf and abducting them back to Wakanda with ease. Logan recognized that any hope for escape or revolt was now dashed. They were just as subjugated as the Wakandan people, even if they didn't enjoy the condition.

"You will serve me for the rest of your lives." Remarked Mark calmly as he absently tugged upon his enormous penis which caused T'Challa, Sabertooth, and Shuri to sit up and take notice, the light black masked beauty adding her stroking hands to his slowly swelling length.