Escape

Mark stared at Black Widow’s filthy, cum-stained face and grasped it with his hand. She shuddered bodily as he **** his thumb into her mouth. He smiled when she began to swirl her tongue around the invading digit, sucking it worshipfully as if it were his cock.

“Yeah, worship my finger you fucking whore. If you’re really good I might let you feel a fraction of the pleasure I gave you earlier.”

The redhead’s verdant eyes widened as she suckled his thumb with increased gusto, slobbering all over it and making lewd slurping noises.

His thoughts, jumbled as they were by the concussion given to him by his newest ****, returned to the situation at hand and the options in front of him.

Escape and live to fight another day or confront Magneto and possibly win bigger than ever before.

Mark thought about the gorgeous black-haired woman in the tight red outfit who he’d later learned was Wanda Maximoff, Magneto’s daughter. She went by the moniker Scarlet Witch and had command over reality warping abilities that reminded him too much of Franklin Richards for comfort. The threat of Franklin Richards had been enough to convince Mark to conquer Wakanda instead of taking his chances with the Fantastic Four, after all. He wasn't sure he wanted to change that pattern now, especially since he had no telepaths with him at the present.

Without Jean and Ororo here, can I possibly hope to ensnare her? Will my abilities even work on someone who could probably just magic away my powers with a thought or make herself utterly immune to mind control? No, I need more information. I need to find a way to beat Magneto and the people working for him. I also need to improve myself. If a mere human like Black Widow could damage me so easily…

Mark sighed and turned to Mystique. The beautiful mutant had gotten rid of her cock and simply stood in front of him in her nude, feminine glory. One of her hands idly stroked her left tit.

“We’ll leave immediately, Raven. It’s time you finally truly met your sister-wives,” he said.

The wide, uncharacteristically joyful grin from the blue-skinned woman solidified the rightness of the choice in his mind.

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Mark smiled as he stepped into the clearing in the foliage of Genosha’s interior. The trees and plants weren’t so different from the forest he’d long ago explored around his home town. He could picture himself sitting on a rock near the clearing, watching animals as they went about their daytime rituals. He’d always been alone, afraid of his power to remake others.

“Hm. Déjà vu,” he muttered.

They'd stolen a car from the parking garage attached to the hotel and made their way inland. Mystique and Black Widow had been worried that an extraction from the hotel might have been contested by Magneto or Scarlet Witch on the off chance that the stealth systems of the Wakandan craft didn't hold up to their abilities, and so Mark opted to direct Jean to pick him in a more isolated area of the country.

A pair of dark blue hands massaged his shoulders through his bathrobe. Mystique’s voluptuous feminine form pressed itself up against his back. Mark relished in the feel her massive breasts squishing outwards against his back. Her skilled, nimble hands found every bit of tightness in his shoulders, targeting pressure points and massaging them. He sighed as the tension of the last two days left his body like juice from a fruit.

Natasha quickly joined her, moving in front of him. He stared at her soaked form. Her tight catsuit was still torn from when Sabertooth and Mystique had had their way with her, but the cumstains on her face and body were gone, washed away in a stream they’d found on their way to the clearing. He stared at her perfect white breasts, marveling at her hard nipples as they broadcasted her arousal. Her bright green eyes glared at him like daggers.

Mark opened his bathrobe.

Natasha’s eyes widened. She bit her lip, unable to maintain her anger at the sight of the manhood of her enslaver.

“You like my cock, Natasha. Don’t you?” he asked her.

The sexy older redhead licked her lips.

“That’s because you mind controlled me. Not a single iota of what I’m feeling is genuine,” she replied, still glaring at him even as her cheeks lit up bright red.

He smiled at the sight. To think a veteran assassin undoubtedly trained to resist enhanced interrogation techniques and mind control had fallen under his sway so easily.

“The terrible aching sensation in my skull is there because of you, so I guess we’re even,” Mark replied. He rubbed his temples for emphasis. “Regardless, I seem to recall you staring at my cock on the ride over to Genosha like it was a piece of meat you couldn’t wait to wrap your lips around.”

Mystique purred against the back of his neck and reached a hand in front of him to softly grasp his cock. She tugged him slowly as Natasha watched, unable to look away. Her eyes followed the movement of Mystique’s skilled hand, as if she were in a trance.

“Yeah, you looked exactly like that,” Mark smirked. “You may claim to be SHIELD’s greatest agent, but really you’re just a whore for my big cock.”

Natasha took a step closer to him. Her big beautiful breasts jiggled entrancingly.

Mystique licked his earlobe and whispered, “The slut wants you so badly, Master. You could take her right now and use her until Jean and the others arrive, if you wished, and she'd beg you for more.”

“Hrm. How long did Jean say she’d be, Master?” Sabertooth grunted. The tall, burly man grinned at the sight of two women being so obviously enamored with his master.

Mark withdrew the communication device Sabertooth had given him from the pocket of his bathrobe.

“It should be any minute now,” he said, equal parts smug and relieved at having pulled the wool over Magneto’s eyes.

By the time that bastard realizes what happened, I’ll be gone with two of his best lieutenants. He’ll be lucky if I don’t come back here with an army and raze this entire country to the ground.

“I have to ask. How did you manage to enslave Mystique and Sabertooth? They’re both powerful, experienced fighters and you’re, well…” Natasha gestured at him.

“A teenage guy completely out of his depth?” He finished for her. He reached out his hands and placed them on her breasts. He grinned as he kneaded and massaged her soft, warm titflesh.

The redhead moaned and pressed herself up against him to allow him better access.

“Yes,” she muttered, taking a deep breath to compose herself. She gulped, and Mark followed the movement of her throat. “Damn, I hate the way you make me feel.”

“No you don’t,” he tweaked a nipple, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. “You’re just used to being in control and I’ve taken that away from you. But to answer your question, it’s kind of a long story that goes back to when I was initially captured.”

Mystique took that as her cue to insert herself into the conversation. “Our Master was completely surrounded by his Dora Milaje, so I incapacitated one of them and took her place. During my time masquerading as one of the Dora, I brushed against my Master. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but that was when he’d unknowingly given me a command to be completely obedient to him,” she tugged his cock a little harder, sending sharp spikes of pleasure coursing up his spine. “It was the greatest moment of my life.”

“I bet it was,” Natasha said. She shook her head at him and grinned wryly. “You really are out your depth, Mark. It’s a miracle you aren’t dead already. Luckily for you, I know what I’m doing.”

Mark reached a hand between Natasha’s legs and cupped her pussy. He gently rubbed her clit as Mystique jerked him off from behind.

“And why would you help me?” he teased. “Are you that **** for the little pleasure spike I gave you earlier?”

“I am,” she admitted freely. “Will you please give it to me, Mark?”

Sabertooth sniffed loudly.

“Someone’s here,” he growled. His fingernails extended into sharp, animalistic claws that looked like they could easily disembowel a human being.

Mark’s servants were instantly alert. He instinctively hid behind Sabertooth, trusting the stronger mutant to protect him.

A dark red glow surrounded Sabertooth and the man roared as he was lifted from the ground and slammed against a tree. He didn’t fall, instead hovering suspended in midair. Mystique and Black Widow leapt into action, surrounding Mark.

“It’s Scarlet Witch!” Mystique yelled, glancing frantically around the forest for the mutant in question. “Run, Master! I’ll distract her.”

A nimbus of dark red energy manifested itself around Black Widow and Mystique. The women struggled to move, but were held in place by energy field that reminded Mark of whirling tides he’d seen once at the ocean.

“Damn it, not again,” Natasha muttered as she struggled vainly against her mystical restraints.

Fuck. I was so close…

Mark clenched his fists.

No. Jean and Ororo are on their way. They’ll put a stop to this. I just need to distract her long enough for them to get here.

A woman in a skintight red outfit stepped from the woods. Her hair was midnight black and her deep blue eyes held an expression that hovered somewhere between sorrow and madness. He couldn’t resist giving his captor a once-over. Scarlet Witch was remarkably well-endowed. Her tight outfit hugged her large breasts like a second skin from the nipples down, exposing her generous cleavage and conforming to her toned stomach before ending at her upper thighs, exposing the creamy skin of her wide, child-bearing hips.

She eyed him with a downcast expression, even as her cheeks flushed when she drank in his exposed chest and cock.

“Wanda Maximoff. It’s nice to see you again,” he gave her a strained smile.

She approached him, but didn’t subdue him like she did the others.

Probably doesn’t even see me as a threat. Fuck, this is why I wanted to get out of here.

“Hello, Mark. I’m so sorry about this,” she said softly. Her blue eyes were wet and her lips quivered. “He made me-”

“Excellent work, my daughter,” a cold, authoritative voice interrupted Wanda. What few animals in the forest were still making noise went eerily silent, as if they knew that a predator was in their midst.

Magneto descended from the sky like a wrathful red armored god who promised to bring about the end of the world.

Mark felt a chill crawl down his spine. Still, he couldn’t help but smirk at the pale blue eyes that judged him so severely. Magneto took a moment to gaze at his former subordinates and Black Widow. He shook his head, as if incredibly disappointed.

“Sabertooth I suppose I could understand falling under Mark Williams' sway, but I expected more from you, Mystique.”

“Cram it up your ass, Erik. You’re nothing compared to my master,” Mystique snarled. Her skin shifted, as if she were about to change shape to try to escape her prison, but then she suddenly reverted to her base form and gasped.

“How’d you find out?” Mark asked.

Magneto’s lips narrowed into a thin line.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t have someone of Black Widow’s caliber monitored twenty-four hours a day?”

“Mystique took care of all the cameras,” he muttered. He glanced over to Wanda, who gave him a short nod. “Some sort of scrying ability? How did we even make it this far?”

“I’ve asked that question myself. Why did you wait so long before informing me that one of our most valuable prisoners had been sprung from her cell?” Magneto glared at his daughter. “Perhaps it may be time to update your conditioning.”

“Conditioning?” Mark asked, glancing at Wanda. The woman’s eyes widened fearfully.

Has Magneto been having Wanda mind controlled this entire time?

“What did you do to her, Erik?” Mystique asked. Mark shot her a surprised look. It seemed there were things Magneto didn’t share even with his most trusted subordinate.

“Nothing she didn’t ask for when she disobeyed me. Now, the time for talk has ended. I warned you what would happen if you ever betrayed my trust, Mark Williams,” the Master of Magnetism said. He lifted a hand and several lumps of dark metal descended from the sky and hovered around Magneto.

“No!” Wanda howled. She threw her hands forward. A bright bolt of reddish energy screamed from her hands and slammed into her father, propelling him into a tree. The tree snapped in half with a deafening roar and the red-armored mutant flew onward. Subsequent echoes in the distance heralded Magento’s continuing tumble through the forest.

Mark stared at Wanda with wide eyes.

What the fuck…?

The dark-haired woman whimpered and clutched the sides of her head as if she were suffering from a massive headache. She hobbled over to him and pressed her bare cheek against his.

“Get it out,” she pleaded with him. He felt her tears crawl down his face. “You can do it. I've seen it. Help me, please.”

Mark closed his eyes and reached out with his ability like he’d done so many times.

There’s something in there.

He knew what people felt like with his other sense. The part of his ability that allowed him to manipulate the minds of others with pinpoint effectiveness. Minds he hadn’t yet interacted with were utterly open to him. Uncomplicated things he could change and alter at will. Minds he'd already manipulated were even more familiar to him, perhaps because he could easily perceive the commands he'd planted within them.

Wanda Maximoff’s mind was a spiderweb of interlocking cords and ribbons that glowed bright blue to his other sense. Had he always been able to perceive minds as colors? He shook his head and marveled at the deluge of material surrounding her mind.

The webs… they’re not commands. More like restrictions. Things put into her mind to prevent her from doing certain things. They all seem to be tied to a command. A single command to make her feel immense pain. How did they get there?

“Please! I can’t hold it any longer!” Wanda screamed. She tightened her hold on him and he had the sense that she could kill him at any moment if she wanted to.

What do I do? Do I just… get rid of them?

He swallowed his saliva and took a deep breath. The world around him faded from view until everything was black. Everything but his perception of the electrical impulses of Wanda Maximoff’s mind.

Mark concentrated, focusing on the webs around Wanda’s mind.

-Go away.-

His ability scraped along the surface of the web, severing entire strands. But there was still so much of it around her mind. He'd never be able to get rid of it all.

Come on...

He concentrated again and reached deep within the well of his ability. Deeper than he’d ever had to before.

His chest lurched and his perception of Wanda’s mind blurred as the concussion Black Widow had given him was exacerbated.

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The spider web broke into thousands upon thousands of smaller pieces before disintegrating. His chest lurched again and he vomited heavily on the ground beneath him.

He thought he heard Wanda let out a sigh of relief before unconsciousness washed over him.