Mark's Multiversal Travel Log: Stardate: Maybe not?

"Okay okay.. so what is this place then? And who are this lot?” I gestured at the naked folks playing at being cavemen.

Spider-Man beamed at me, "They're the latest batch of superheroes and/or supervillains who thought it would be a good idea to oppose Markanda. They'll see the light and join the cause eventually. Right now though, the psychics got them regressed to the stone-age. It's sort of a tradition around here. A little bit of hazing even. MJ and I went through it. Different theme back then though. We were sexbots.”

“We like to mix it up. One of the most popular programs on the Markandan net is a reality show based on the footage in here.” added MJ.

Spider-Man snorted, “Not just in country. 'The Markandan Cavemen: A Day in the Life of an Incredibly Hot Bunch of Nude So-Called Homo-Superior' is the most downloaded porn in history. Big hit across the world.”

“I remember before I got taken here there was this really hot maid video of She-Hulk being railed by her master.” MJ explained wistfully, remembering her masturbation with joy.

“Even the biggest Markanda haters just love to see famous mutants and superheroes humiliated and turned into real sex objects. I still can't believe Jameson didn't have a field day when my vids hit the net."

"I told you, Tiger. He actually has a heart of gold. He's kind of like the Grinch but you know... at the end of the story. I'm totally going to blow him and fuck his brains out in front of you if he ever ends up in Markanda, babe."

“Nothing would turn me on more, hun.”

“Can you guys get to the fucking point? What’s this gotta do with me?”

My brash commanding voice had no effect on them. Spider-Man and his wife just giggling to themselves like I was a child beating his chest at them. Mary-Jane sauntering over to me to rub a finger down my chest, “Aww, don’t be like that! Does someone need their dick sucked to stop whining?”

“Business first, babe.” said Peter, placing a finger on her shoulder and lightly dragging her back. I guess he had sticky hands? “Okay, Mr Multiverse Mark, we are going to be your guide slash observers in the world of Markanda until bigger Mark gets back from his business trip.” He used a bit of a faux mocking tour guide voice as he spoke, guiding the three of us to start walking through the set of cave people. “Come on, you can see the sights while we chat.”

“Wait, ‘observers’? What am I, a wounded cat you’re nursing back to health?”

“Well, you are still a prisoner,” MJ poked me, urging me forwards towards her husband. “‘One that requires further study, so put the spider cucks on him for now’ says the big science lady up there. Wave to the science lady!” She beamed towards a camera I hadn’t noticed. Perfectly hidden as a piece of Wakandan architecture in the room. With a grimace I waved, sighing as my plans to silently mind control the two in front of me to my side was instantly put on hold.

“Okay, fine, let’s go for a walk.” I shrugged, not having anything better to do anyway. “But hey, you sure this is wise? Aren’t I King or some shit to these people?”

As the duo led me towards the group around the indoor campfire my attention was caught by a sudden shrieking cry and a masculine roar from the cyborg and the monochrome woman having sex at the edge of the room. She was on the ground on her back and all I could see of her were stark white feet spread out wide past the sides of his plunging back. He churned and ground his hips to hers, his muscular buttocks clenching in a clear mating spasm.

When he'd emptied his balls, he collapsed atop her and I then noticed as I drew closer that there were people on the other side of the window-wall. Dark-skinned for the most part, they wore fine if revealing clothing and gave off the air of high-class as they sipped drinks from crystal glasses or ate delicious looking food off silver platters born by servants who were practically nude.

Huh. Okay…

“Nah. The psychics have you deemed as ‘classified’ in the minds of everyone here.” Peter was saying as we walked up behind the group at the fire, “to them you’re just a really well-endowed nobody. Me and MJ have special permission to see you, for now.”

MJ winked as she flicked the side of my cockhead, "Don't pout now, Tiger. You look obviously smaller than our king but you're on par with Wolverine and that's the gold standard around here."

Spider-Man made an enthusiastic sound of agreement, "That unkillable Canuck is basically built for grating cheese, destroying pussy, and making the rest of us look like henpecked chumps!"

He gave his dick a few pumps to emphasize his point even as MJ wiggled her hips suggestively, "Oh yes he is! He was basically my go-to there for a while. Now he's as practically as buried in pussy as Mark when you can find him…" she suddenly clasped against me, trapping my arm between her breasts, "-which is why I'm so jazzed to get in on the ground-floor of this brand new secret version of him!"

She nibbled and licked at my earlobe before whispering, "I'd love to be your personal slut."
When she let my arm drop she slipped it around her waist and gave it a squeeze, "Now say hello to some of your roomies!"

There were seven fit naked people crouched around the fire pit that was more like a stove-top gas flame erupting from an emitter in the floor rather than a real campfire. They'd exchanged glances as we'd neared them, now some glared at us while other pointedly ignored our looming presence.

They did nothing to conceal their exposed genitals, the males' flaccid penises and scrotums dangling which MJ casually took advantage of as she extended her foot underneath one big hulking bastard to nudge at his swinging package teasingly. The females were just as blase about it, their bare vaginas hanging partially open due to the spreading thighs of their comfortable squats.

All of them were hairless from the necks down, the males perfectly clean shaven, clashing a bit with their overall theme as primitive tribals. Their bodies were mostly toned muscles, though they had the same broad, muscly look as any of the muscle bound Avengers or X-Men. The bare breasts on display looked like a healthy set of H-cups compressed a bit by the blonde-haired woman's bent legs, some mocha Double-D's for the bionic-armed lady, and an adorable pair of teacup B's for the Asian one with the exquisite set of buns.

As I stood there somewhat awkwardly put on the spot, MJ draped herself across the man's broad back even as her husband teased one woman with the tip of his dick along her ear.

She looked irritated but otherwise ignored him while the brute with a prize-fighters face looked rather pleased to serve as a platform for MJ's large breasts.

My nervousness fell away quickly, replaced with wicked amusement at the duo's antics and the distinctly menacing tension in the air. The conversation had stopped and all of them were just crouching there with the air of people resolved to simply get through a difficult situation. "Right. Um, hey everybody? How are you all doing today?"

There were some awkward acknowledging grunts and nods. The black woman with the mechanical arm spent a few moments staring right at my cock before she lifted her gaze to meet my eyes, her tone not nearly so friendly as it had been earlier, "As well as can be expected for war-captives. I was offering to spread my legs for you if that wasn't clear before. There is little else for us to do but rut, eat, and sleep in this place."

"Aww! She likes you!" Cooed MJ.

"You know it is really fascinating." Said Spider-Man as he took the asian woman's head in his hands, "Semen Queen didn't actually muck too much with these guys' heads. Just removed about thirty thousand years of civilization, social niceties, sexual norms, though left some basic English so we weren’t only hearing ‘zughs’ and ‘snu-snus’. They're the same people just without all the added bullshit of modern life. Pretty funny what it does to their sense of right and wrong. They're basically 'free-use' if you're stronger now if you know what I mean and I know you do, Mark!"

The Asian laid her hands upon his hips and let her head be rocked back and forth upon his cock.

MJ had moved on from the man to round upon the cyborg armed woman who grudgingly allowed herself to be maneuvered onto all fours so that her big, wide, fat black ass that almost seemed to pour out smoothly from her slim, toned waist was pointing my way.

Damn, that was a fine black ass!

She even shook it gently for a few moments making her coco cheeks clap a bit.

"Oh ho!" Cried MJ as she bent down to rub the black woman's puffy slit up and down, "Who says I can't be scientific? Just confirmed this version of Mark is afflicted with Jungle Fever too!"

I kind of loved this place. It wasn't just these super people **** into this humiliating and sexual display. It was the fact that Spider-Man and his wife had been twisted into a couple of immoral minions dedicated to carrying out my counterpart's every whim, no matter how perverse. It was really too bad I wasn't in the driver's seat but this was definitely a fine ass consolation prize.

MJ was arching her eyebrows at me even as she gestured with a splayed-out hand at the black ass.

I didn't need to be told twice and I pressed forward and down into my own caveman squat, sitting on my heels.

The big fro’d, big boobed black babe edged her way back. Her ass soon impatiently sitting on my lap on MJ’s instructions, grinding her soft booty up and down my shaft with a growing cheeky smile on her plump lips.

“Fun, isn’t it?” Spidey laughed as my dick grew, “Some of those guys were my friends, once upon a time. Though that feels like an era ago now.” He reminisced, “That lovely pair of cheeks once belonged to an amazing cop, Misty Knight. I’m thrusting my dick into her partner, Colleen Wing, and her boyfriend over there is jerking off to you? He was the Iron Fist, a guy who owns his own bloody company!”

Sure enough, a blonde man with a glowing hand was using it to vigorously pump himself silly. Deranged tongue hanging out his mouth as he was so casually cuckolded by Spiderman, guess there was some fetish fever going on behind the scenes of their brains. That’s how I’d do it at least.

Generally feeling better and better about my situation with every passing moment, I casually reached over and filled my palm with one of the somewhat bitchy looking blonde's giant boobs, "Oh yea? Who's Jug-fuck here?"

"That's Moonstone. Heh. That name probably fits her better now that she thinks she was an actual stone-age witch in some band of marauders rather than a psycho psychologist super villain "

The woman had been just passively sitting there but she gave off the impression of long-suffering resignation as she slowly got on all fours and spun around so that my hand had access to her quite pretty and quite bare pussy.

Heh. They were all kind of like dogs now, huh.

“Never heard of them.” I shrugged as I got to feel her velvety labia as they opened up like an eager mouth. She didn't seem to mind, though, and started grinding her hips down against my fingers as I felt her wetness even as Misty did something similar around my cock

“Ahh, multiverse malarky!” Peter shrugged, leaning back into Colleen’s sexy blowjob while shifting his attention to his wife. MJ shifting to a rugged looking muscle man with only an average schlong, doing her own hotdogging on the hardening white pipe..

“My husband has sort of become the ‘multiverse-guy’ around here after the Inheritors showed up to try and kill him.” MJ said while twerking on the man. Rubbing her big white ass up and down on him like it was the most casual thing in the world, “Then after it was all done, our Mark got a whole bunch of spider people running around after some ladies came in to try and save my Peter from him!”

“You never get over meeting your reality hopping daughters for the first time.” Spider-Man smiled, looking up at the ceiling reminiscing, “I was so proud of them as a hypothetical parent, obviously I had to trap them here to enjoy their lives with a real master. Mark was so happy he let us keep them as our own breeding slaves.”

The redhead’s hand shot to her pussy, “Ohh, that was so hot. I still get turned on whenever I see their big **** filled bellies walking by. I’m clearly such a great mom, I make sure Anna, Mayday, and Ashley always kiss her mom right on the pussy every morning.”

I would have responded, but my hardened bat was now being warmed by Misty’s insides. She looked back at me with a loving gaze, seemingly very happy with the size of my spear. Moaning loudly over the conversation, not caring about anything but getting my hands to start squeezing her lovely big tits. Couldn’t exactly argue with a metal hand. Misty didn’t move, just sitting on me as far down as she could get and struggling to breathe because of it. Her pussy spewed liquids down my junk, like her body knew it needed to lube me up to ever have a chance to get me deeper inside.

I missed the chatting between the gabby matrimonial pair. Though it seemed it was mostly just talking about all the different places they’d fucked other people in or masturbated from. I just let Misty warm me, neither of us that active in sex but enjoying the feeling of our shared heat. All while Iron Fist fisted himself into an absolute stupor. Eventually I got back into the chatting though, “So, what, you guys are a cuck couple? The great Spider-Man loves to watch his wife get railed?”

“He’s not the only one!” MJ laughed, “It works both ways, I love watching him fuck other women too! Fuck Colleen’s face babe!”

With a few happy pumps into the asian’s throat, the hero laughed at his wife’s moans. “Once your mind gets fucked up enough times from the psychics, things tend to just stick.” Spidey smiled, clearly getting more excited when Mary Jane’s pussy was quickly filled with the other man’s dick, “We were made to cuck others in front of each other so many times that I think that’s just who we are now. Sex with each other is so boring I lose my boner half way through every time, yet watching her fuck any dude that walks by has me cumming my webs out all over the floor.”

“And my cunt could fill a pool whenever Pete grabs a lucky lady to fuck. I basically had my entire hand up inside me last time he was inside that whore Natasha. Even someone as worthless as her was able to provide my husband with better sex than me… whew~ so good…”
Maybe it was the such brazen NTR, but my hand couldn’t help move Misty’s ass up and down slowly.

“So you stay together, cause it’s hot?”

The white guy shrugged before gasping a little at Colleen’s throat action, “Eh, more or less. Round these parts MJ is breeding stock for the mutant guys to fuck, while I’m one of the few guys allowed to sleep with mutant girls. Mark says he wants some spider-kids that can control the weather or have psychic powers.” Peter explained, wiggling his fingers at the powers before his hands shot back down to Colleen’s hair, “W-we basically just never have sex with each other anymore, but Mark makes us snuggle still cause he finds us cute.”

“Sure honey,” MJ smiled while patting the other man’s face, kissing his rugged face while Peter moaned a little harder, “we both know it’s cause it makes us horny for each other so we’ll fuck others more. Mark was always a little twisted like that.”

Peter was skull fucking his old friend, his dick just slamming her throat again and again, his heartbeat clearly elevated and his balls quivering every time they weren’t slapping the asian’s chin. “Y-yeah! When he wasn’t ah! twisting you into a pretzel!”

It was like his humping was the best porn in the world for her, cause the redheaded slut began slamming her own pussy up and down the other man’s dick. Like nothing else in her life mattered, she hung her tongue low and gripped his knees while staring so deeply at her husband’s infidelity. “Mmm! I love it when he does thaa~at! And I love it when you do TTHAATT! PETER!!!!”

The caveman room exploded with shared orgasm. Spider-Man’s dick shot rope after rope of jism down Colleen’s throat, filling her belly while he kept her lips pressed against his hairless base. MJ was similarly filled, collapsing into the arms of another man as he filled her pussy with copious amounts of cum that ran down her spread legs beautifully. Iron Fist clearly couldn’t take the heat either, spraying his cum to shoot pathetically close to the fire we surrounded, while even Misty had found that special place to orgasm. I’d barely been trying but the beauty fell down on her weak knees from the stretched pussy I’d given her.

As the room shared an ‘intimate’ moment, I sat back to let my partner recover. Looking out towards the big window I saw the big-wig Markandan noble types still just chatting in little groups as they idly watched our sexual activities. On the other side of the room, past a pair of men having a rather violent sparring match was the balcony that looked out onto the now steadily darkening sky and city-scape.

Markanda.

Perhaps the paradise all men wish to own, with so much debauchery and sex that it would put Las Vegas to shame. Maybe the night sky looked the same, but down here the world couldn’t have been more different.

“This place is fucking wild with a capital fuck.” I exhaled, leaning my arms against the big black ass in front of me and cupping my face in my hands, “He’s taken over the entire fucking Earth! A world where I’m the big dick alpha king, but not me-me so I can’t even enjoy it.”

He was still panting as Colleen finished gulping down his load, but Peter was still mentally present. “Hoo~ Mark hasn’t taken over ALL of Earth. Just here and New York, really.”

“You’re fucking Spider-Man! And now you’re his little bitch boy! I want a bitch boy Spider-Man!”

“Well, why don’t you?” A new voice suddenly asked. A guard had walked over and now stood at the doorway. His face still remained covered, only now a projected screen of a black cutie was coming through from his helmet, as if replacing his face with hers. “We all assumed your universe had been fully conquered by you already. A universe owned by you, with this being some sort of small probe to come claim ours too.”

“Ugh, I wish.” I sighed, casually running my finger into the black woman’s asshole as I sadly looked back on my life the last few weeks. “No, my world is pretty much Mark-free now. In fact if anything they may be on their way here to kill me.”

Mary Jane was on the floor now, having fun licking up some of Iron Fist’s cum when she looked over at me. “Damn. You pissed them off that badly?”

I nodded, “Reed fucking Richards thought it was a good idea to go after his little gay boyband of important heroes.” I huffed, appreciating Misty’s attempt to make me feel better by humping me lightly again. “It worked for about five seconds before they ripped my powers from me and set the entire New York spandex brigade to come kick my ass. If it wasn’t for the fact that I’d taken the Baxter Building then I’d probably be a smear under Hulk’s foot right now. Reed scattered me and my harem to the multiverse, and landed me in a lesbian paradise where I got to pick up America Chavez. Now we’re just trying to find wherever my Jean, Ororo, Sue, Felicia, and Scott went. With bonus points for finding Johnny and Reed I guess.”

I dunno why I was blabbing everything like this. If I had to guess, there was some kinda psychic bullshit clawing at the back of my skull I could kinda feel. Truth serum psychic control was better than ‘I am a dildo, long and stout, here is my ballsack, here is my spout.’ But still, kinda rude.

The black girl on the other end of the science line began talking to someone that wasn’t me. Mumbling unintelligible words… that I had a feeling was English but ‘classified’ by the psychics. Almost like I was watching a big black bar over her mouth as she talked, I can only assume this is what Misty and the rest was seeing when I talked about the multiverse stuff cause their eyes seem to glaze over a lot. One thing I could tell was it looked like an argument of some kind…

“After talking it over, and ignoring little Miss Emma Frost, I believe we should run a few field tests with you, Other Mark.”

*written in collaboration with Namichwan