Mark Williams, Mutant Mind Controller Rises Again

*Written with Namichwan!

"So... there's a cabal of super-people secretly running the world? And you think I need to take THEM over?"

Mark lounged back upon one section of the long couch that wrapped around the inside of the rectangular recessed area in this part of Reed's expansive laboratory. It was a small island of smooth comfort in a futuristic space dominated by high-tech machinery. A few meters away there was a curving balcony that looked out over the rest of the lab which continued downward to encompass the three lower floors of the building. Past a towering thrumming device that strongly reminded him of a Star Trek warp core was the opposite wall which was all glass, giving a spectacular view of New York.

The sun was beginning its long descent beyond the skyscrapers, the clouds casting an orange glow over the city.

“They’re not running the world.” corrected Reed with a smile as he stood before Mark in the center of the depressed lounge area. He’d altered his blue suit down into little more than a speedo about his groin and instead of the usual 4 in a circular badge, an M for his master was emblazoned atop his crotch. Over this he wore a white lab-coat, leaving his torso bare and making him look like someone about to jump into a pool once they got this business taken care of, “More like doing whatever is necessary to protect this world from the host of looming threats. At any cost, letting no moral line stand in the way of that ultimate goal."

Scott had to grab at Felicia's head and hold her pouty lips off of his dick so that he could speak clearly, "This... Illuminati, of yours... why would they see Mark as a threat? He's not planning on killing anyone or destroying the Earth. I'd rather we not actively draw their attention by attempting to convert them to our lord's cause- ah!" He gasped as Black Cat slipped free and quickly snatched his penis into her hand even as she flicked her tongue rapidly across the sensitive glans.

He yelped and clutched at her head, trying to pull himself free as she lapped hungrily, sucking vigorously on the tip.

Mark chuckled at the brawny superhero wriggling on the couch, fully nude save for his visor.

“I mean yea… I know I get points for audacity-” agreed Mark wearing one of Reed’s fluffy white robes that was oddly branded with the Fantastic Four symbol, though wearing wasn’t exactly an accurate word. He was mostly sitting on it, the sides of it splayed open with Jean and Ororo’s wide hips sinking into the thick cloth as they lay against him. Reed's wife was ensconced between his legs. He wasn't hard but she had both his soft member and his balls pulled out to lay out across her massive tits and dangle pleasantly within her cleavage. His mommy-slut wasn't paying too much attention to the meeting nor was she actively trying to get him off. Instead, she was intent upon delivering hundreds of sweet little kisses to his cock. "-brazenly going from the X-Men straight to the Fantastic Four and all but that was mostly my brain-trust of bad-ass superheroes talking me into it. I mean... god, I don't know if I can handle THIS-"

Reed clasped his hands behind his back as his bearded face regarded Mark evenly, "And that brain-trust steered you correctly, my lord. I can tell you that you made the right choice with confidence. Attempting to take over Wakanda with the assets you'd possessed would have inevitably ended in complete failure. An entire advanced tech nation-state like that, led by the Black Panther and supported by Princess Shuri's genius would have easily resisted your efforts. No, going after our family was far more cost-effective. Taking Wakanda with my help will be far more possible, not that that is the best option at this time. Dealing with my colleagues upon this secret council is by far the best course for your safety. You've expanded your power exponentially with each acquisition so far, with this group under your control, the whole of the planet will be within your grasp.”

"Could we go back to the part where this group doesn't let morality get in the way of their decisions?" Jean commented archly with no apparent awareness of the hypocrisy inherent in her statement, given the fact that she'd just recently helped Mark enslave the Fantastic Four.

Reed looked chagrined, "That is a bit of hyperbole, an overstatement to underline the severity of this group's mandate. The point is that I believe most superhero teams would give Mark the benefit of the doubt or would at most resort to imprisoning him. These individuals wouldn't hesitate to eliminate a threat like him permanently."

"And why do we have to go after them right now?"

"Well… for one, I am a member. Two, there is a meeting scheduled for Friday. And three, Charles Xavier is a member and part of his responsibilities is to ensure we aren't imposters. I'm afraid the likelihood of him being able to detect the changes you've made to my mind to be quite high."

There were murmurs from both Scott, Jean, and Ororo at this revelation, their eyes widening in surprise as they looked at each other for confirmation before turning back towards Reed, their faces etched with concern, “The professor’s involved?!”

"What?!” exclaimed Mark even as his eyes disloyally lingered upon both huge pairs of mostly exposed black and white tits shaking and jiggling in response to their owners’ sudden movements “Then why the hell would we have you go anywhere near him?"

"Because avoiding that meeting would draw attention, in fact Xavier would reach out telepathically to check in with me. A brief contact to be sure but I would not put it past the most powerful mutant telepath on the planet to be able to detect your influence from that.”

“S-so let’s just get Jean to put you back or something!”

Reed sighed, lowering himself to one knee to look the sitting boy in the eyes. Using a voice he usually only used for his children. “Mark, I’m only talking like this because I care about you and I need you to hear me out. Yes. Defensively, we could get around this. Any combination of my inventions, Ms Grey’s psychic powers, or perhaps even your own abilities could make this meeting go smoothly.” Mark was about to talk again, but was silenced by a raised hand. “But this isn’t about just one meeting. You’ve already sparked irreversible changes to the superhero community, and like it or not there will be consequences if you don’t get out ahead of this.”

Mark looked a little pale, instantly being comforted by his harem. Cyclops leaning forward past Black Cat’s bobbing head to lay a hand upon his knee as he asked, “Get out ahead of it? What consequences do you mean?”

"Eventually, the X-Men will come for you.” The stretchy scientist informed, “But they aren’t the only ones. The friends and enemies of the Fantastic Four are a constant threat now for coming here and catching you with your pants down, while plowing my wife.” He said, stroking his chin, “Even the smallest actions can have the biggest ripples. What if Spider-Man comes around asking for Johnny? Or even to find out what happened to Ms Hardy? You’ve taken Ben’s mind, so his girlfriend will eventually come asking for him.”

“Then I’ll just control her too!”

“And her friend the Silver Surfer? One with unlimited cosmic power?”

Mark went quiet again. Sue hissed angrily at her husband even as she gently stroked Mark’s large soft penis like some sort of pet, “Reed! Stop it!”

“This isn’t to dredge fear in us all. Merely, I’m saying that we have a chance to go on the offensive.” Reed stretched out his hand to mimic a full chess board, creepily moving pieces around as a metaphor for his words, “A chance to get the strongest and most influential men of multiple communities under your thrall Mark. If we win you’ll be in control of multiple kings, the Sorcerer Supreme, even the leader of the X-Men. And while those actions will also have consequences I believe we will be in a far greater position to stay atop our lofty aspirations.”

“And if we fail?” Asked Jean sternly.

“Then we were perhaps destined to fail.” Reed replied coldly, “Like it or not, these men I am meeting with are your enemies Mark. Be it now or later, they must be taken for you to live freely.”

For a long moment, he found himself floundering…

Could he just put them all back? Put them all back in their places, remove his mind control and excise the memories of his influence with all none the wiser?

Why wasn't a Harem of undeniably hot but perfectly normal ladies enough for him?

There hadn’t been a need for him to jump to the true gods of this world. He could have remained underneath these so called superior beings’ notice, if he’d just kept to the normies. He scoffed silently. That had been his plan before the astonishingly beautiful mutant goddess known as Storm had shown up on his doorstep.

Could he have been content with the merely pretty, the for all intents and purposes, peasants of this world?! Just put all these brilliant people back with their memories adjusted, a few subtle notions to not care about any inconsistencies, to ignore him…

Really? Give up Ororo? Jean? Sue?

Power? True power?

No, I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer...

No, he was a man suddenly thrust out onto cracking ice. If he stopped to brace himself, if he hesitated, he'd surely fall through into icy oblivion. But if he kept moving, kept up his momentum, somehow managing to dance forward, he might just reach safety…

Mark stared at the stretchy man’s freakish chess board hand.

Multiple pieces lay at the King’s feet. It was a total victory for one side.

“Alright. Let’s do it.” Mark resolved, “We just have to be ready for, what was it, Friday?”