Collecting Black Widow

Mark followed the swaying perfectly rounded heart-shaped ass of Mystique as they moved quickly but calmly through the halls and rooms of Magneto's make-shift Genoshan White House. That big sexy blue butt was almost entirely exposed to his hungry gaze as the shape-shifting mutant's white dress formed a very thin strip in the back that her bountiful ass-crack was hungrily eating. Beside her walked Sabertooth, stripped of his shirt to reveal his incredibly huge and ripped torso, covered in coarse black and blonde hair. Mystique had ordered the bestial thug to take off his absurdly furred top, apparently quite insistent on her belief in Mark's appreciation for such things.

Well, she somehow knew him too well. There was something of a Gacha aspect to this. Mark found that he enjoyed collecting powerful and interesting people. Beautiful sexy women obviously had their uses in multiple ways. But the powered men he'd enslaved were useful for their powers and their use as tools, as weapons and bodyguards. But also, he found that he appreciated them as aesthetic pieces, works of art to stand around displaying their glistening muscles in the background as Mark fucked their women. A lot of times he enjoyed fucking their women on top of their huge ridged firm torsos as their rock hard dicks bounced around between their massively muscled thighs, cumming over and over again as he fucked atop them. It was sexual kink of his, and he supposed he should count himself lucky that his power meant he could act it out with ease and ensure that everyone around him had the same fetish.

This meant that he was left rather aroused by sight the both of them, cock pulsing and hanging low under this robe as he itched to fuck Mystique atop Sabertooth's enormous hairy pecs. He recalled with relish the way he'd had his new puppy hungrily lap at her pussy, eating every last bit of his ejaculate finding it to be the most delicious tasting substance in the world from this point forward.

Mark shook his head of such pointless sexual thoughts. If anything would cause his downfall, it would be his debaucherous inclinations. He'd had this re-occurring dream of late that was all to likely to come true, of him happily madly fucking his women in wild orgies with all of his well-muscled men on their knees jerking off wildly and he was coolly assassinated by some individual much like the person they were about to meet. In all honesty, this was the most likely scenario as Mark had little belief in his ability to resist his own base instincts and desires.

While he was communicating with his two Queens, Ororo and Jean, summoning a team of elite Dora Milaje that would hopefully have no problem extricating him from this predicament, Mystique had been out and about, ensuring that the path to Black Widow's subterranean cell was clear of any mutants who would had the potential to be potent obstacles.

And now they were here. Mark steeled himself as best he could as Mystique entered a code into the keypad beside the metal door, its shape giving it an almost alien form.

The door wooshed into the ceiling and they were left with a harsh light shining upon an empty chair in the middle of a small room, chains with cuffs for one's wrists and ankles were laying haphazardly open upon the floor.

"Urrrhgggh! She's escaped!" raged Sabertooth suddenly and he stalked heavily into the room, having to draw in his shoulders to fit his massively broad girth through the doorway- "No! Wait!" hissed Mystique right behind him and her instincts were rewarded when Black Widow suddenly smashed into the huge mutant from the side of the doorway, managing to somehow send his massive form flying from her powerful kick despite the **** difference in mass.

Mystique slipped into the room and attacked.

Mark was more than a bit reticent to step inside as the battle taking place inside was brutal. Black Widow's black-clad form went flying as Sabertooth managed to throw her but she somehow bounced off the wall perfectly, coming back to impact with Mystique, fists and legs flying. Mark couldn't follow it, it was moving so fast. He actually couldn't tell who was winning which was absurd given it was two against one and they all seemed deadly competent and Sabertooth had double the reach and muscle-mass of the other two.

Gathering his resolve, he stepped into the room, guarding the doorway with his hands up and ready. Logically, Black Widow's goal was to simply hold the other two off long enough to escape. Of course, he was no skilled combatant but all he had to do was touch her and this all would be over. Though, she was a speedy missile of violent fists and feet whose only exposed skin was her neck and face, so successfully doing so was easier said than done.

Oh Shit!

Mark hit the ground, everything hurt but his head exploded or at least it felt like it. His ears were ringing. He was only vaguely aware that Black Widow had just kicked him in the head, everything was fuzzy. It took him a few moments but he managed to push up off the ground, feeling decidedly off. His head still hurt.

"Master. We have her. Use your power on her, please." There was tension in Mystique's voice and he saw her straddling Black Widow, holding one of her arms overextended behind her back, practically sitting on it. Black Widow's head was pushed into the floor , Sabertooth's huge clawed hand practically engulfing her entire skull, the rest of his body crouched around Mystique his foot directly on the Shield agent's shapely butt.

Stumbling as the room spun crazily like a top he collapsed to his knees next to them.

"Are you alright?" asked Mystique but he just shook his head and touched Black Widow's cheek. -Stand up and don't move when you are released.-

Sitting back on his heels, he ordered, "Let her go. She's mine now."

His pawns obeyed and Black Widow smoothly got to her feet and remained still, staring into space.

Mark got to his feet, having to catch himself as the floor jumped for some reason. Mystique's hands steadied him, one of them moving to his chin to direct his head her way as she looked into his eyes. They were like golden orbs, shining with the sun's warm light..

She cursed under her breath, "I think this bitch gave you a concussion, master."

Mark shook off her grip and lightly pushed her away, "No, I'm fine. Just watch my back while I take care of this silly little spy slut...." She was hot, so hot, but he couldn't help but feel a dull rage and hatred towards her, knowing she'd been the one to shoot and nearly kill his Nakia. Nevermind, she'd been trying to kill him, if Nakia had died...

He breathed heavily, feeling like a stone that would sink into the floor his hate like a dull fire in the depth of his soul. Mark recognized that he needed to concentrate and master his emotions, the situation was too serious to let himself make a mistake. He took another deep breath and let himself just appreciate the view of his subdued Black Widow. Her tight black cat-suit clung to a body that was defined by stunning curves, hugging tightly to every contour of her frame. From her long legs to her slender arms, to the smoothness of her sides, the round hips and round rear, even clinging around both individual breasts, emphasizing both with gusto.

The mass of her breasts, enticingly huge perky E-cups, were entirely covered by her suit but protruded as individual peaks. The way her hips slid down to long legs and dip into her naval was exquisite. It curled around her plush buttocks, similarly emphasizing individual softness via dipping sharply between them to the cleft. Exceptionally well displayed, and oh so tight on them.

Mark finished his appraisal. Feeling somewhat more himself. He grasped the zipper at the front of her suit and pulled it down. Her big white breasts were gradually revealed, settling a bit lower in her black bra. Her smooth stomach followed along with the tops of her plain white athletic panties. With a loud snarl, Black Widow's body was jerked around as Sabertooth took it upon himself to help peeling and tearing the catsuit down and off of her so that it was merely a shredded garment attached to her legs.

Black Widow was a busty unmoving statue in her bra and panties.

Mark drank in the view. God, he wanted to fuck her so bad. His dick was hard, sticking out of his robe.

"Puppy." he used the new nickname he'd given his former jailer, now obedient minion, "Rip off her underwear."

Sabertooth's chuckle was a low rumble and Natasha's undergarments were swiftly turned into discarded tissue paper by the huge mutant. Mark was treated to a delicious view of Black Widow's pink tipped titties jiggling and wobbling wildly in response. Below the plushness of her pale vulva was exposed, she had absolutely no pussy hair, shaven clean like a slut...

"We should expedite her conversion, master. The longer we-" Mystique was talking but her voice was honestly annoying and he couldn't bring himself to pay her any attention and he waved her off.

"I know what I'm doing. Shut up!" Seriously, the way the room around him kept warping and spinning was seriously going to make him hurl...

Focusing, he placed his hand right on Black Widow's pussy. She remained stoically still as he cupped her warm cunt and slowly drove two of his fingers inside her warm gash. Not too moist but that was easily fixed Get wet, you slut

Natasha's mind raced. This was bad. Very bad. Mark Williams was definitely an Omega-level mutant as far as she was concerned and his vector for adjusting her mind was currently inside her vagina.

She was so so fucked. Her options were limited to say the least. She obviously couldn't move her body which meant her formidable mental defenses were all she had. She martialed them but the likelihood of her fighting off a mutant who could mind control Jean Grey were essentially nil.

It certainly didn't help that she was wet for him. She was a slut so it wasn't a surprise given the situation. Her pussy lips around his fingers were swollen and flushed, no doubt glistening with the arousal that was trickling down the insides of her thighs.

"You know-" Mark started a typical villain monologue and Natasha focused, waiting for an opportunity to turn the tables, "-you probably think that there is some thoroughly authentic you in that brain of yours, Natasha."

His fingers slip up, deeper inside, writhing through her sheath and she throws her head back with a guttural whine of wonder. The sensation within ripples with heated wonder, spearing right through the slick desire within her. It reaches inside of her, right to the end of her canal, tickling her, teasing her, rubbing her. Such a myriad of contact within, like every hand gripping her and yet not. Thickness fills her, squirming tantalized her, and she moaned.

Mark leaned in, her breasts were compressed against his chest as he whispered into her left ear, "The truth is... there isn't." The hand not inside her slipped between them and grasped her boob as he spoke louder, "All of us. All of you are just a bunch of algorithms within pulsing neurons. There isn't anything sacrosanct. No soul. No person. Just a mass of warring algorithms whose some total equal your random thoughts. And my power is to bring blessed order to that chaos. So when I change you... there's no going back... no pure original Natasha who you can return to when some cleric casts a dispel. You are what I decide you are."

The situation was tilted entirely against her but she wouldn't give up, doing her best to make use of the obvious contours of his maniacal personality, "You don't have to change me. My mission was to **** you, yes. But I've failed and been captured by Magneto, that mission is no longer operative. I'm a trained killer who will do what I have to, to survive." She shifted her pelvis pressing it against that long thiccc dick of his and sinking her cunt even more fully on to his fingers, "I've watched plenty of footage of you in action and I'd love to have some fun." She sank her teeth into her plush lower lip just so as she looked soulfully into his eyes, "How 'bout it? Fucking a girl who wants it- who you haven't changed..."

"She's trying to manipulate you, master." Mystique commented and there was little Natasha could do about that yet hope Mark's concussion continued to dull his reasoning.

"I know." Was his response as he dug around inside her wet squelching pussy, "I don't care. Watch this."

"Oh....Oh. My. GOD!” Natasha screamed, throwing her head back. It was the greatest feeling she’d ever experienced as her vagina went crazy, pulsing and spasming around his digits.

An orgasm crashed across her like nothing she'd ever felt before in a lifetime of making use of her body to further the goals of her employers. Natasha couldn't move anything but her mouth and tongue and she used them now groan and pant and moan like a woman possessed. The feeling was too intense to even call pleasure. It was more than that, more than anything, and she felt her pussy ejaculate, spraying juices all over his groin as she wildly gyrated her naked pelvis against him, his huge hard prick trapped between them.

When she came down from her incredible climax, she was slumped against him, suddenly exhausted and exhilarated. She wanted to feel that again.... and again and again!

"Natasha, do you want to feel that again?"

"Yes. Yes, I do. Please."

"Suck Sabertooth's dick."

She didn't hesitate, she wanted to cum like that again and sucking a dick was a very small price to pay. She turned and went to her knees before the hulking mutant, quickly undoing his belt and dropping his pants.

Creed's deep voice chuckled and he swore with feeling, "Fuck yea, master! You're my kinda guy! Heheh! What say you bring that big bitch-breaker of yours over here and really show this Shield-slut a good time!"

Natasha stifled the impulse to roll her eyes. He wasn't wearing underwear and his erect very non-standard penis swung up. Twenty-five percent of mutants had a physical deformity and it looked like Creed had drawn the short straw. Not overly long but rather thick, it had a fat hairy sheath around a shaft that was bright pink and slimy, not unlike a tongue in texture. There was no bulbous head at the tip, it was all shaft coming to a somewhat pointed tip. The hole at the end was already oozing pre. Quite disgusting but she didn't care as she quickly grabbed the wet muscle and jerked it towards her mouth.

"What the fuck, puppy? That's your dick?!" Mark laughed in the background as Natasha licked and sucked the spongy member. Sabertooth's unpleasant crotch odor was thick in her nose but she ignored it as she nibbled gently and without teeth upon his oddly fragile seeming penis. The beastly mutant's huge fists gripped her head as inarticulate grunts and gasps escaped his throat as he started to thrust into her mouth.

She was quite aware of what was happening. That her mind had been compromised by Mark's mutant power, that this was but the first step in her complete and total subjugation, that this was but the first of a long succession of dicks that she would be sucking for Mark Williams. She also did not care. She wanted to feel that pleasure again. She wanted to feel it all of the time and like a hopeless junkie, Mark was her only supplier so she would do whatever it took to keep him happy. No matter how awful and ashamed she might feel about it. She'd already been a monster after all.

Mark watched Black Widow suck Sabertooth's small hideous dick, hand gripping his own throbbing erection. For such a massive towering monster of a mutant, it really was shocking how regular sized his penis was.

The fucking room felt like it was throbbing in time with it and he rubbed his left temple with his free hand. Damn it, getting kicked in the head by a vicious assassin sucked! Fuck! Still, he enjoyed watching the red-headed slut blow the huge mutant. No doubt never in a million years would she have imagined herself sucking off a two-bit villain henchman like Sabertooth. He'd placed the usual suite of mental safeguards into Black Widow's soft pink brain meat but for the most part she was her normal self and probably feeling nothing but disgust for her inability to resist whoring herself out for another precious hit of Mark Williams' finger fucking pleasure right up her stupid cunt. It was absolutely the least punishment he could devise for her nearly killing his Nakia!

Mystique stepped near, one blue hand joining his lightly upon his dick, "With respect, master, and with nothing but your interests in mind, we should save this kind of fun for later when you are safe. Mag-"

Part of Mark knew she was right but he just couldn't bring himself to care. God! When was his head going to stop pounding? Wincing, he half-snarled, "Enough. It's fine. Help me humiliate this whore."

"Of course." Mystique acquiesced instantly at his command without a hint of anything but complete and total agreement. She stepped over to Black Widow and Sabertooth, reaching down she lifted the long white strip of her tribal dress, exposing her blue hairless pussy, glancing at him with smouldering golden eyes, "I know you already have a pair of queens with powerful mutant abilities but let me make my case for such favored status..."

She drew a fingertip sensually along her clitoral hood, circling it and then firmly grasping the long growing blue member that was suddenly erupting outward. Within a few moments Mystique was suddenly the proud owner of a lengthy plump monster-cock that was so dark blue as to almost be black. By now Mark had seen plenty of penises particularly during his Wakandan conversion tour so he knew that the large penis of the ten to eleven inch variety were rare, this was the first time encountering something on his own even rarer level and it was suitably impressive.

"Holy shit! You can make a dick?! That works?!" Mark exclaimed, rather shocked and titillated at the same time.

"Oh yes, master. Very much so. I've only given birth once but I have lots of children born from my line..." Mystique grinned, gripping a fistful of Black Widow's ruby locks and jerking her head up and away from Sabertooth's dick, Natasha's unresistant mouth hanging open. Mark thought about how much he really did enjoy Mystique's persona, her ability to transform herself into anyone really did set her apart into a level that probably did match Jean and Ororo. Not to mention her existence meant he was able to extract himself from this particular magnetic predicament. Oh and let's not forget that dick.... he had his very own on-demand futanari and that basically made her a completely unique acquisition all on its own...

Soon enough such thoughts faded even as his stupendous headache started to subside, his eyes fixed on the swollen fist-sized azure head of the shape-shifter's cock as it pressed against Natasha's mouth. Those plush lips slowly slid over the enormous prick-helmet, Mystique throwing her head back and hissing softly as the warmth of her mouth engulfed the tip. Mystique opened her eyes and looked right at Mark with a cruel smirk as she pulled violently on the agent's head, forcing the throbbing shaft past her widely open jaw, sinking more and more thick, veiny dark blue flesh into her mouth.

With a brutal jerk, Mystique **** Black Widow's mouth down, spearing her throat with inch after inch of wrist-thick, throbbing cock. She didn't let up, snarling at the subjugated red-head, forcing her to go deeper, Natasha gagging and ****, ropes spittle trailing down her chin as her eyes watered. "Take it! You stupid human slut! Know your place! Worship homo-superior like the stupid little monkey you are!", Mystique shouted at the **** woman, driving her head down until her chin was touching the folds of the feminine slit the mutant still possessed.

Over the next few minutes, Mark watched as Black Widow's head was passed back and forth between the two mutants. When she was sucking one, she was stroking the other. All the while, he had a perfect view from behind of Natasha's great round rear, rather large attached to her svelte torso with a deep cleavagey-asscrack. Mark tugged upon his hefty dick as he slowly took a step forward, mesmerized by that bubbly ass as it gently shook as Natasha moved from sucking Sabertooth's dick and stroking Mystique's to sucking the shape-shifter's and gently jerking the giant puppy's. Her muscular thighs were far enough part that the glimmer of pink, dribbling profusely, amidst the bronze confines of her plush labia were perfectly visible to his hungry eyes.

"Are you ready to make her pay for what she tried to do?" remarked Mystique suddenly.

He was so distracted by his lust that he could only manage a "Huh?"

"You heard me. Get over here and break her in half." Mystique reached out, grasping as much as she could of his cock in her left hand, giving it a few loving strokes. She tugged lightly on his cock, and he got the message, moving forward and squatting down to Black Widow's rear. Mystique gripped a handful of the agent's firm, bountiful butt-flesh, pulling it to the side to expose the tiny pink pucker buried between those luscious mounds of creamy flesh. She guided his cock head to Natasha's tiny pretty pink puckered asshole, and ground him against it.

With a suddenness and totality that made it feel like an honest epiphany, Mark suddenly saw the future, Magneto's haughty expression shaking his head as he witnessed his newest potential recruit's escape attempt thwarted by the idiot's own libido, just banging away at his sex-slaves in a prison cell when he could have been long gone by now.

Sighing and shaking off the lingering effects of Black Widow's righteous kick of stupidity, he reached out and touched Mystique's and Sabertooth's stomachs. Cum hard now

Sabertooth roared and Mystique moaned, pumping their cocks furiously as they ejaculated, spurting cum all over Black Widow's hair, the sides of her face, and her shoulders. As Sabertooth's shots petered out, Mystique's blue cock continued to send several more thick ropes of seed across Black Widow's face. She went so far as to grasp the secret agent's skull as she leaned in and milked every last drop of seed out on Natasha's nose and mouth. She wiped her cock-head off on her lips and sighed heavily with a brilliant grin directed towards Mark, "Enjoy yourself?"

He shook his head and waved his hand, pointedly tying his robes tightly back together over his erection.

A few minutes passed and the trio of sexual participants collected themselves, Black Widow taking the longest to stuff herself back into her absurdly tight black cat-suit. She was the first one to speak, oddly enough, "Mark. Do you have a plan for escaping Genosha? Not that you care, but what I want is for you to... touch me like that again. But that isn't going to happen if you get re-captured by Magneto five minutes from now."

"Shut up. You're beneath fucking Saber Tooth in the hierarchy, you murderous bitch. Just shut up! Mystique?"

"It's difficult. We could go for lots of weak mutants. I've little doubt we could convert mutants like Pyro, Avalanche, Toad, the Blob, or Mammomax with little issue..." said Mystique.

"But we'd be better off capturing Wanda and Quicksilver..." rumbled Sabertooth, "At least if you want to take on Magneto, boss."

Black Widow apparently felt like she was an equal, putting in her two cents, "You should focus on escaping, Mark. Magneto is extremely intelligent and he is an omega-level mutant. Facing him head on, we will lose. Your best bet is to get back to Wakanda where you are protected by an entire nation. I... would too.... so long as you reward me..."