Captured X-Men [pt. IV]

To say Logan was infuriated by his newfound condition was a vast fucking understatement. He hated the thought of being Mark's **** but there was damned little he could do about it. The only saving grace in this whole fucked up situation was the fact that Mark would eventually grow old and die, allowing Logan to go free eventually. Didn't fucking do much for his teammates who didn't have a healing factor to prolong their lives....

Mark approached them, his huge prick completely hard thanks to the handy efforts of both Black Panthers and it swayed and bounced before him like a damned diving board. Logan wasn't used to being out-manned at all given his size. But this two-bit punk managed to put him to shame. It was an uncommon experience. Not like he got down and dirty too often with other guys, but when he did, he'd invariably been the one with the big dick.

The room was uncomfortably quiet despite being filled with people as Mark walked around them, eyeing them each in turn. He paid particular attention to the women's exposed bodies but he looked the men up and down as well. He stopped in front of Magma who shuddered as he brushed his fingers through her hair and tugged on it lightly. "You're a pretty one, aren't you?" he asked. She didn't respond, just sort of stared intently with her lips hanging partially open at his huge cock. Logan could definitely smell her arousal. Mark bent, basically pressing Magma's face to his groin as he ran his hand down her side and then squeezed her ass.

He took a step back, "Now let's see fire, Magma." He waved his hand, a rising gesture. She instantly got to her feet, activating her powers as she did so in an explosion of light and heat. Her skin was now a shifting pattern of molten red and black, a corona of flame about her head and shoulders, her hair gone in this form.

Mark took another stumbling step back as he'd basically been pointing the tip of his dick near a miniature bonfire. But he composed himself, a smug possessive expression back on his face. "My own pet fire elemental, huh?"

Slowly he raised his right hand to the ceiling and Magma mirrored him with hers unprompted. He closed his fist tightly and a gout of flame blasted out from her raised limb, climbing purposefully towards the high ceiling before going out when Mark lowered his hand.

"Good." He said simply.

Magma was still staring at the ceiling, her mouth open and eyes glazed over as she sought to concentrate on her powers. Mark walked around behind her and slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red hand print, her fiery form dropping an instant before. She yelped in surprise and then moaned as he massaged the spot that he'd spanked.

"You're mine now."

"Yes..." she replied in a lust filled daze.

He walked over to Maria Hill's kneeling form next. He stood directly in front of her as his eyes devoured those massive tits of hers. He didn't say anything for a long moment and the Shield Agent stared right back at him. She ignored the ole two-by-four in her face, but she was definitely more than aware of it. Logan guessed the kid had Jean or Chuck messing with their heads because her pussy was all up in his nostrils the moment Mark turned to her. No doubt that nifty little bit of fabric she'd been given was soaked through by now.

Mark snapped his fingers. Hill practically flew to her feet, her burst of motion sending her whale-like titties swinging up and off her chest momentarily before they came back down with an audible slap as they wildly bobbled around. They were sent rocketing around again when Hill's left arm snapped up and she saluted Mark, keeping her fingertips fixed to her brow and her whole body ram-rod stiff. Except of course for the jiggling of both chest and booty.

"Sir! Comfort Agent Hill, reporting for duty! Sir!" She barked.

"At ease, Agent." Mark said, chuckling.

Hill stood at ease, arms snapping behind her back, hands clasped and her legs spread but she was still rigid in her stance. Her eyes were locked forward but there was a wild look in them and her jaw was clenched so tightly that her teeth were all but grinding. Logan caught some alarm and confusion overtaking the lust in her scent and he got the distinct impression she had no idea why she was doing this. Well, she probably had an idea. She wasn't dumb. Mind control, obviously.

Mark stepped up to her, basically punching her with his prick and it slid right up into the grand canyon that was her cleavage. Mark extended his hands to Hill's chest casually.

He played with the large breasts as he spoke, "Now what exactly is a Comfort Agent?"

As Hill continued to thrust out her chest into Mark's massaging hands, she declared with what sounded like complete conviction, "As Comfort Agents, it is our duty to provide pleasure and release to those that fight in your name, sir!"

"Oh?"

"Yes, sir! We are all trained in the art of sexual gratification. We learn the ways of the flesh, that we may better please our superiors and our allies!"

"I see. And you are here to please me?"

"Yes, sir! I want to please you in any way you desire, sir!" Hill declared with another salute.

He gave her left tit one big smack that sent it careening against its partner in a riot of jiggling tit-flesh before letting them go and turning to Quake who was kneeling beside Hill and staring at her superior like she'd grown a second head. "So I guess little Daisy here must be a Comfort Agent too, huh?" he asked Hill.

Hill looked down at the girl and then back up at Mark. "Yes, sir! Agent Daisy is a top-notch Comfort Agent, trained by myself and the best of the best! She will bring you much pleasure and release, sir!"

"I'm sure she will. She looks like a very talented girl."

"Yes, sir! She is very talented!" Hill agreed.

Mark crouched down beside Quake and waved a hand in front of her face. She spoke a bit uncertainly, "Um... so... I'm your ****, right? That's cool. I'm actually really looking forward to riding that big dick but, could you not brainwash me into Private Bimbo first? Please. And maybe turn back my boss, I mean we were both already serving you..."

Mark started to smile as he looked at Quake. "I like you." He touched her face and drew her into a kiss that she seemed perfectly happy about. "Mmm... I like you too." she said when they parted, "But I'm pretty sure that's the mind control."

He palmed one of her plump c-cups, "Does that matter?"

"I guess not. It kinda feels like you're my best friend which is kinda crazy given, you know, this-all.."

"Maybe it is," he said, "Or maybe it's because you're a smart girl. And maybe I'm just a guy who likes smart pretty girls. I don't think you're really the type to just submit to anyone."

"Well I'm submissive," she said with a giggle, "But only to pretty people, haha!" He laughed too.

“Hey do you want to be my little girlfriend who I fuck sometimes?”

Logan rolled his eyes. The two of them were on the floor whispering to each other, basically flirting like a couple of first-time teenagers. He doubted anyone else could hear what they were saying. Fuck, he couldn’t get a read on this guy. Looking around he saw that the rest of his team of recent captured X-Men were pretty much on the same page, exchanging confused looks. Gambit shook his head with an expression he was just glad his own moment with Mark was put off. Colossus looked bored while Rogue was staring at…

Logan turned his attention to the crew on and around the thrones and his eyes widened. None of them were bothered by Mark’s antics as they were all far too occupied getting their rocks off.

Jean was lounging in her seat with one leg thrown wide over the side and Emma’s long blonde haired head was pressed to her groin. Beside her Scott had his hands holding throne’s arms tightly as Betsy’s head bobbed upon his dick. The professor was a sight, sucking on the gigantic black titties of the woman sitting on his lap who Logan vaguely recognized as T’Challa’s mother.

Ororo was getting head from Kurt even as she played with the end of his tail, stroking it, kissing it and even biting it which he seemed to enjoy based on the way his dick jumped in response. Mystique seemed to have grown a big blue cock and one of those barely clothed servant girls was riding it slowly in a carefully controlled way, showing that she was completely focused on giving the blue mutant pleasure rather than for her own sake. And Wanda… well, the Scarlet Witch was getting a foot rub. From two of Mark’s big masked enslaved soldiers but still… that seemed surprisingly tame for this bunch. At least until he saw one reach down and casually pump his hand twice upon his eight inch or so shaft and precisely two squirts of suspiciously clear liquid fired out onto her foot, which he then rubbed in like it was lotion.

Logan shook his head, this shit was his life now. Suppose he should just stop angtsing about it and simply enjoy the show. His gaze swept across the rest of the throne-room and he saw that the audience of mostly nude black bodies were on their knees masturbating one and all as they watched Mark. He snorted. One thing was for sure, seeing over fifty high-class Wakandan nobles finger-fucking themselves and jerking off in public was a unique experience.

"Alright. You've convinced me." commented Mark as he got to his feet, finishing his little cute conversation with Quake, "Hill you can stop pretending."

A heartfelt sigh escaped the buxom woman's lips, her body relaxing slightly, her freed breasts jiggling.

"But I want you to eat Quake's pussy while I inspect the rest of my acquisitions..." Mark added with a smug as fuck smile.

A gasp left the SHIELD agent's lips as her eyes widened and her cheeks colored deeply. But she quickly mastered herself and spoke, nodding tightly, "Yes, sir."

As the younger SHIELD agent laid back on the floor and spread her legs as her superior knelt between them, her hand reaching out to pull the girl's thong aside, Mark moved on to Bobby.

"Iceman…" murmured Mark as he studied Bobby. Iceman instantly got to his feet, bending over and removing his thong. Soon enough he was standing stiffly before their master, his penis erect and standing out before him. "...strike a pose, Bobby."

"You got it, Master." remarked the brown-haired guy easily, striking a few bodybuilder style poses, turning his body this way and that as Mark considered him, as he showed off the lithe chiseled steel-hard muscles of his torso.

"I like what I see." the king said finally, "You'll do nicely but show me your power!"

Iceman was grasping one fist in his other hand and had his arms over his head, flexing the muscles in his chest and abdomen to great effect even as he out-thrust his dick. Between one instant and the next, he became a statue made of ice, a soft cold fog wafting off of him.

Mark grinned and cast his hand forward. Just like with Magma, Iceman instantly reacted to the gesture. He turned and skated on a slide of ice, slipping past the kneeling X-Men with ease as he shot out to loop around the throne-room. Withing a few seconds he was back before Mark, freezing in an absurd running position, a thick icicle jutting from his crotch.

"And here's my ice golem! I'm basically a complete Wizard at this point."

Mark proceeded to go down the lines, performing his absurd inspection of their bodies and powers. With Rogue, he refrained from touching her but he still managed to **** her, raising his hands he called upon Jean's telekinesis to grope Marie's monster-titties. It was obvious because Jean cast an arm out over Emma's head at her crotch in time with Mark's groping hands as Rogue massive breasts were seemingly squeezed and weighed by an invisible ****. Rogue tried not to show the disgust and humiliation she felt at this public **** but her face nevertheless turned red, tears welled up in her eyes.

Mark was unmoved by her plight, staring at her, he pointed at the ceiling and she shot into the air. Logan was unprepared for it, not used to Rogue being one of the flyers who could simply ignore gravity at will. He watched her soar through the air, fists and arms extended, tits and shaved pussy on display. Her thong was on the floor where she'd been. He had to assume Mark used Jean's power to rip them off. Rogue's form circled around the ceiling in a dizzying display in time with the teenager's casual twirling of his raised finger. Mark pointed at the floor before him and Rogue zoomed into the spot. But she was upside down and this made her an absurd lewd show, her huge breasts pulled like rocket-ships towards the ground and completely obscuring her face, her brown and white hair dangling.

He rotated his hands and Rogue spun in the air, her whole body moving perfectly in response to the movement of his limbs. When her toes were once more floating a few inches off the ground, Mark's attention moved on.

Gambit, Colossus, and Kitty were similarly messed with and invasively examined by their Master and then it was Logan's turn.

Logan couldn't say he was happy standing here basically nude with this bastard staring at him, but as much as he'd like to rip this asshole's head off and shit down the stump of his neck he wasn't stupid. This was his Master and he would obey and protect him to the best of his considerable ability. So when the prick smirked and said, "Well hello there Wolvie... "

He raised his right hand and Logan felt his own arm raise to mirror it. Mark flicked his index finger out and Logan instantly shot out his left-most adamantium claw. He managed not to roll his eyes this time, "Hey... master. You mind telling me what you want me to do?"

The kid actually sushed him. Then he raised that index finger and drew it across his chest. Logan hand and arm followed suite and he grimaced as his claw cut deep into his pec that was far thicker than Mark's. He was **** to draw a deep red horizontal line across his chest. The pain was basically just a sting. Mark watched with intense interest as the long bleeding cut sealed itself within moments, "Nice!" commented his master, the awe in his voice obvious.

Logan would have hoped that would have been enough to entertain Mark, but he was immediately disappointed as the massive dick continued to brandish the extended claw, bringing it down to his groin.

"Seriously..." he complained as his hand dipped down and his claw slipped into the string of the thong he'd been **** to wear. It snapped instantly and his thick prick was soon swinging out.