Mystique Mastered

"First things first." remarked Mark with a hungry smile.

"Wrap those lips around my cock. Don't suck it. Just hold it in your mouth and let my dick deliver my commands to that soft, wet, malleable brain of yours, Raven."

Her heart continued to pound in her chest, her blood burning in her veins, and her skin cells pulsed with her warbling emotions. But no exertion of her mental will made any difference as her body obeyed, she would be obedient to Mark Williams, there was no changing that simple law.

She knew full well what would happen, what she was opening herself up to but it made no difference. Obedience to Mark Williams was second nature to her, the times she'd found herself subconsciously changing her decisions based on his supposed innocuous comments were suddenly clear for what they were. But it made no difference.

Raven braced herself, a sharp intake of breath as her hands wrapped around his shaft, they seemed small in comparison. She was ready for the change to take place instantly but nothing seemed different within her head, within her thoughts and personality. Of course, based on his words perhaps he meant to wait to transform her mind until she'd taken his looming bloated plum-sized head into her mouth. She glanced upwards, taking in his smug expression. Bastard! He was enjoying this! Her pointless struggle, her hungry anticipation of her fall... Of course he was.

She wished her loins wasn't awash in hot wetness, though at the very least she could blame his mind control for that even if she didn't truly believe it. She'd been lusting for this young mutant stud from the moment she'd head about his power and what he'd managed to accomplish so far, not to mention the fat anaconda dangling between his legs he so liked to show off. No surprise she was getting off on being subject to him, even if it galled her like nothing else.

Raven felt like she was falling into an abyss even as she obeyed his command as she descended her head, breaking eye contact with Mark. She didn't look at anything. She simply closed her eyes and opened her mouth, her lips strained to cover the fat cockhead and she simply held it there, tongue sitting beneath it.

She waited for her existence to change, wondering if she'd even notice. She had psionic resistance, a natural facet of her powers, but it was clear that it was nothing before Mark's power, a mere touch sinking into her psyche without fail? No, she was doomed.

Doomed.

Doomed...

-oomed....

Doomed? That was a confusing thought.

Doomed to live a double-life perhaps, a faux loyalty to Eric and a true loyalty to Mark. Though this tension was only temporary should her skills prove as worthy as they always had. Soon Magneto would find true mutant-supremacy under Mark's command. She felt her anus clench and her nipples continue to stiffen.

With the cavity of her mouth filled with her superior's hefty glans, she shifted her position lifting up with her hands resting on his thighs. Then she relaxed her throat and slid her mouth down further. Her plush, pretty blue lips (by design!) didn't stop until they had wrapped around the halfway point of his thick shaft, and he was grasping the couch's cushions to either side of his hips in his fists. She could feel the upper reaches of his shaft in her throat, and her tongue toyed lovingly with this heated flesh as she worked it with both hands. Mystique was well aware of Mark's sexual experience, that he had had women like Storm and Jean Grey serving him with their buxom bodies to their utmost skill and she was determined to impress.

Mark groaned and his hands slipped into her hair and gripped her head. The sound was music to her ears and his touch like a **** to her senses. This urged her on and soon her gorgeous lips were wrapping around the very root of his cock. Raven only choked a little, her hand rubbing his thigh. She drew back, a thin line of spittle linking her lips to his cockhead. He looked at her with a mix of awe and admiration, and she smirked smugly. She was quite proud of herself, her long life meant she had a multitude of lovers but none were anywhere near as hung as Mark.

He gently pushed upon her skull, "Uh Uh.. a- alright, that's enough. Enough!"

She released his immense slab of mutant cock and sat back on her haunches, watching him through lidded eyes, wondering if he could really resist her attentions with that swollen fat cock thrusting out between his legs demandingly.

Mark gazed at her silently, one side of his lips quirked up with amusement as he slowly tugged upon his cock, "So... what are you going to do for me, Raven?"

She was very aware that one of her large fat tits was still outside her top, advertising her arousal with it's rock-hard nipple. Based on Mark's gaze, he appreciated the view, and she resolved to ensure he had an unobstructed view of at least one of her breasts at all times.

"Anything you want, of course. By our leave, I will take care of the camera recording. Though, perhaps I should help you bring Sabertooth under your control." Her eyes glittered with mischief, "I do hear you have a thing for muscular men..."

"I don't have any things for men!"

Mystique cocked her head to the side, looking at him like he was some kind of dolt, "Correct me if I'm wrong... was Cyclops not prancing around in his uniform bereft of the blue bodysuit, just the bright yellow pocketed straps across his torso and that... delicious speedo, too bad he's not hung..."

"And I do believe T'Challa was quite nude and following you around on all fours back there. Don't tell me you don't take some pleasure from the sexual subjugation of your fellow man. Isn't your father doomed to pleasure himself to fantasies of you endlessly fucking superheroes? Hmm?"

Mark's eyes narrowed as he stared at her, his expression a cross between bewildered and scandalized, "How do you even know that?"

Her voice was casual even as she couldn't help herself and she moved her arms to squeeze her large breasts together for his viewing pleasure, "I'm very skilled at what I do, master."