Introductions

Felicia Hardy waited for Mark on her knees. Stripped of all clothing, the toned busty woman could hold nothing back from him. He took the opportunity to drink in the sight of her flawless breasts and thighs that one would scarcely find outside the cream of the crop of female athletes. The woman was a mundane with no powers or special abilities to speak of, but she held her own in a town full of supers through sheer will, determination, and effort. Mark respected that about her and he was more than curious to see what such boundless dedication would translate to for a woman in his service.

Hm. Those pictures and fan art on the internet hardly do the Black Cat justice. What a fucking babe.

When her bright green eyes met his own, he winked at her. Her eyes narrowed at him in a way he might have found threatening if her mind weren’t shackled by Jean’s. He’d have to reward the redhead for that somehow. It had only been a couple of days and her telepathic abilities were already paying off for him in dividends.

A pulse of anticipation along their mental link drew his gaze his Jean. The stacked redhead was clad only in blue lace lingerie that had been appropriated from Sue Storm’s wardrobe.

He sent her a mental image of himself bending her over and sheathing his massive erection in her wet cunt while Scott tugged on his pathetically small cock in the background. He sent her images of him cumming heavily in her pussy and ordering Scott to clean up the mess before he would be allowed to cum.

Jean bit her lip and her eyes shimmered with anticipation.

_<Soon.> _He said telepathically.

“Who the hell are you people? Wait, is that the Invisible Woman? Let me go!”

Mark turned back to Felicia. The woman’s face was scrunched up in concentration as she tried in vain to get her body to cooperate with her.

“My my, it’s not every day the famous Black Cat breaks into your building to give you a free show,” he took out his smartphone and made a show of snapping a few pictures. “It’s kinda flattering. I’m Mark Williams, by the way.”

“You little shit,” Felicia ground out. Mark felt her try her hardest to move, but Jean’s control over her body limited her movements to slight shakes that caused her hefty breasts to jiggle for his viewing pleasure as he took even more pictures with his phone.

“D-delete those now!” she put up a brave front, but he felt her apprehension deepen. “You won’t get away with this.”

Mark held out the phone for Ororo to take. She grabbed the phone and walked around the room, grinning as she saved nude shots of Black Cat from multiple perspectives, to the thief’s utter mortification.

“You don’t get it,” Mark said. “I’m the only one who gives the orders here. You think the Fantastic Four are going to save you? I own them, as in they’re all my obedient slaves. Am I mistaken, Sue?”

“Not at all, baby,” Sue said. The curvaceous blonde walked over to where Felicia was kneeling, putting a sway in her hips as she did so. “I dedicated my life to helping people and I thought I knew what being a mother meant, but that was before my son, my master, showed me the error of my ways. My life’s true calling was to serve my newest son as his devoted mommy-slut. My brother and I, along with the rest of the Fantastic Four, are Mark’s exclusive property. I wouldn’t have it any other way, to be honest. Just look at the wonderful gift my favorite son gave his devoted mommy-slut.”

Sue had a proud look on her face as she widened her stance and reached a hand into her lace underwear to spread her slick pussy, eager to show the woman just what Mark had given her. Felicia’s eyes widened when she saw a thick white liquid spill from Sue’s cunt, drenching her panties and falling onto the kitchen floor. “I hope he makes me a mother again. Ugh, fuck! The idea of my son knocking me up and turning me into a baby-making slut is so hot!” Sue reached down to scrape up the baby batter that had pooled on the floor beneath her and stuffed it back in her pussy, filling the room with wet squelching noises. “Ah, Mark. Your cum is safe inside Mommy’s cunt again; right where it belongs.”

“Goddamn, sis,” Johnny said. He smiled perversely and reached down to stroke his cock through his sister’s lingerie. “I love it how you go around with our lord’s cum sloshing around in your pussy. If you keep this up I’ll probably be an uncle again in no time!”

“Jesus, he’s controlling you. All of you,” Realization dawned on Felicia’s face as she watched the former superheroes and heroines debase themselves for a mere teenager. She looked appalled at the thought and more than a little horrified at what the implications were for herself. “He’s controlling me. It wasn’t some weird-ass technological gadget that made me come over here and kneel; it was you.”

“Actually, it was me, but on orders from my master-oh!” Jean gasped. She leaned into Mark’s side as he casually squeezed and pinched her bubble butt.

“Get out of my head,” she grit her teeth. Her body trembled and she groaned in frustration. “I swear to God when I get control of my body back I’ll kill you!”

“Ouch. I wonder what Peter would say if he heard that?” Mark said. That seemed to take the wind out of Felicia’s proverbial sails as her skin turned slate-white. “That’s right. I know everything about you, Felicia Hardy. I know your mother is a high-class lawyer who was always too busy to pay any attention to you. I know your dad’s in jail, but he taught you everything there was to know about thieving before the government locked him away. Yes, I also know that Peter Parker is Spider-Man and that you’ve wanted him for a long time. He rejected you for a hot redhead named Mary Jane who you'd definitely be willing to share Peter with if he were down with it, but he said no. What a strange guy."

Felicia seemed to grow progressively paler as he listed the private details of her life and Mark could feel a hint of dread begin to color her emotional pallet.

“But enough of about that. Ororo, chair,” he said. Ororo rushed to obey him, ass and chest jiggling beautifully as she retrieved one of the kitchen chairs and set it down behind him. “Good girl,” he patted her behind and sat down on the chair.

The dark-skinned woman quivered as she orgasmed at the praise and contact from her master. He knew she had been a little disappointed that he hadn’t chosen to make Wakanda his first stop after they’d left his house, so he made sure to pay a little more attention to her to make up for it. He knew he didn’t have to; Jean’s insight into the weather manipulating mutant’s psyche told him that she was loyal to him to the point of nigh-fanaticism, but he wanted to. It would brighten her spirits until he decided that they would pay the isolated African nation a visit.

“What do you want from me?” said Felicia. Despite her powerlessness and sheer nudity, she still glared up him defiantly from her place on her knees.

Oh, I really like this girl.

“Everything.”

Felicia sneered at him. “Oh, everything? Is that all?”

“Pretty much, yeah,” Mark smirked, enjoying the byplay.

“So you’ll have me on my knees like this every day, huh? You’ll make me call you master or lord or whatever the hell your mindless drones call you?”

“They’re hardly mindless. I think you’ve been getting too much of your information from TV, young lady. Crawl over here and lay on my lap so I can give you a spanking. That ought to sort you out,” he said.

“‘Young lady’? I’m older than you are, shithead. Oh fuck, here I go,” Felicia muttered as she began to crawl. Her big tits swayed heavily as she moved on all fours.

“You do realize how pathetic this is, right?” she said as she reached Mark and pressed her chest down on top of his lap. She turned her head to look up at him. “A loser like you wouldn’t have a chance in the world with a girl like me.” She jutted her big white ass upward. Mark smirked when he got a glimpse of her glistening pussy.

“Oh, I think you’re wrong about that,” he said teasingly before bringing his hand down to smack her rear.