A Day in the Life of Mark Williams [pt. VI]

Hank McCoy dangled from the ceiling, his agile toes clutching the fixture of a Markandan sensor node, observing the ongoing spectacle below with a mix of detached curiosity and contemplation. As he pondered their current predicament, a sense of impatience gnawed at him, fueled by the belief that his formidable talents were better suited for a laboratory than this gilded cage.

Idly he watched Logan caress Rogue's ample bosom while she leaned back, both arms resting across the back of the sofa as Remy tended to her enflamed sex. Beside him Jubilee had one small fist wrapping the midsection of Logan's shaft as she almost violently beat it against the back of her throat with loud wet **** sounds, spittle flying everywhere. From this elevated angle, he could just see Magma underneath Jubilee's rocking torso with lips wrapped around one of Logan's hairy testes, her cheeks visibly caving in as she sucked hard.

Their activities elicited a visceral reaction from Hank's genitals that his furred hand naturally kept stimulated at a moderate pace, but they were hardly novel at this point and the intellect of Dr. Henry McCoy remained focused on other matters, his thoughts churning in a continuous loop.

In the realm of traditional superhero dynamics, submission and servitude would be expected after such a resounding defeat as the one delivered to them by the King. Yet, a rebellious undercurrent simmered among his fellow X-Men, torn between intellect's insistence on acquiescence and the moral refusal to surrender pride and free will.

But it was Mark's decisions regarding their treatment that particularly puzzled Beast. With a myriad of potent tools for mental adjustment and transformation at his disposal, the young mutant chose to retain their personalities, trapping them in this luxurious yet confining environment, toying with them as if they were playthings.

It seemed an inefficient use of resources, leading Beast to believe Mark reveled in the psychological control he wielded over former heroes.

Impatient for this peculiar fixation to conclude, Beast yearned to redirect his energies to a laboratory where his skills could be deployed for constructive progress. Arousal and ejaculation were an unavoidable biological imperative and he was very much looking forward to making yet another genetic deposit to Rogue's sperm hungry stomach, but his intellect thirsted for a scientific pursuit that would leverage his knowledge and experience.

Disgruntled as he may be about the nature of his conversion to Mark's banner and as immoral as the **** transformation of Wakanda into a nation of humans that worshipped mutants was, cold logic **** him to recognize the advantages.

Markanda provided a sanctuary for mutants, a haven where their abilities were celebrated and encouraged. A nation where instead of persecuting mutants, humans offered up their wombs for the propagation of mutantkind. A country so technologically advanced as to make other nations' militaries pause and now populated by a zealous citizenry ready to throw themselves in harm's way to safeguard the mutants who they truly believed were the next stage in human evolution.

Hank would not have chosen this outcome for Wakanda, but now that it had occurred there was little to do but make the best of it.

And it truly was a fascinating social experiment.

One he was quite eager to participate in the advancement of.

Beast's intellect was focused on potential scientific applications and technological innovations that could enhance Mark's empire and mutants everywhere. A combination of Wakanda's scientific advancements, the formidable mutant abilities of its ruler and his cadre of powerful telepaths, and the devoted efforts of the converted natives could propel humankind into a new golden age of innovation and prosperity, advancing the planet into a brighter future.

If only Mark would allow him to pursue more meaningful objectives than stroking his engorged mutant member into a willing receptacle.

Beast's eyebrows rose as he took in the rather unorthodox position Logan had just taken upon the couch. He'd grabbed the back of his knees and lifted his legs upward, folding himself in half in order to offer his anus to Jubilee's lapping tongue. This... was the first time Hank had seen such a... **** pose employed during Logan's activities. It honestly did not fit with his conception of the man, nor did the crooning, closed eyes and pursed lips as he savored Jubilee's ministrations.

Perhaps Wolverine was not entirely to blame. Beast had seen the way Mark's telepaths played with the captives, turning their sexual interactions into explicit and often ludicrous situations with the intention to humiliate or frustrate.

Still, he did have to admit the juxtaposition of a naked, hairy Wolverine exposing himself in such a manner was... amusing. Hank found himself chuckling softly at the sight and stroking a bit faster as he witnessed the youthful girl pumping Logan's pulsating phallus with one raised hand even as the man's heavy scrotum sat on her face so that only her eyes and upward were visible.

Jubilee's eyes gleamed with mischief and arousal as she looked upward at Beast watching her from the ceiling fixture. The girl enjoyed an audience while performing her oral attentions to Logan, he knew. Hank suspected the exhibitionistic nature of their captivity was an aphrodisiac, heightening the pleasure of her carnal interactions.

Logan himself seemed lost in pleasure, his mouth open in a panting grin. The man's face had a comical expression, resembling a demented and lecherous monkey in some twisted caricature, rather than the serious Wolverine that Hank was accustomed to.

Magma's own well-shaped buttocks was raised in Hank's general direction as she straddled the couch cushions as she thrust her head into Logan's folded body. She appeared to be licking at his chest even as her hands seemed to be almost frantically feeling up the bulging muscles of his shoulder, back, and legs.

Rogue's expression of pleasure spurred his stroking as well and, Beast's eyes flicked between Rogue's body and the sight of Gambit feasting between her wide-spread thighs. Hank had learned that Remy was quite an accomplished oralist, having witnessed numerous demonstrations of his proficiency during their captivity. Every female save for Agent Hill had experienced his talented tongue, frequently multiple times on a daily basis.

A sudden desire to orally service the genitals of a particular individual amongst their number was a favorite subliminal trigger of the telepaths, striking each of them throughout their days like passing weather patterns. The urge often came randomly, with little notice. Hank found this phenomenon quite annoying, yet undeniably pleasurable when it occurred, as did the others.

Beast looked around their comfortable quarters with a wry eye. The chambers designed for their captivity provided everything needed for their comfort with the exception of privacy and the freedom to choose the partners of their sexual dalliances.

He took in the rest of their number lounging in various states of undress and activity.

Quake's athletic buttocks was mostly exposed clad in only her black and silver SHIELD emblazoned thong and she appeared to be thrusting them up and down in the rhythm of her masturbatory activities, using a cushion as a stand-in for the mutant cock her body ached for as she watched sex taking place nearby. Beast did not fault the Inhuman. It was clear her libido was being stoked to a boiling point by the attentions of their overseeing telepaths.

Colossus was still maintaining his body-building pose as he had been for the last two hours. He was nude and still baring the steel erection that many of the women had been made to awkwardly mount earlier.

Iceman was out on the balcony sunbathing and Kitty was oblivious to them all as she sat in a recliner across the room, fingers flicking through the air as she manipulated the VR of the cybernetic implant Princess Shuri had installed in all of their heads.

A very useful device and one Hank looked forward to making use of once many of the restrictions governing its usage were relaxed. He was fairly sure the princess could take control of their bodies via the devices at any time, which seemed rather superfluous given the overlapping plethora of telepathic mutants already keeping them subjugated.

However, it certainly underlined with complete finality their King's absolute dominance over them.

Hank found himself appreciating that certainty.

While he did not believe submission to Mark was optimal, he had no illusions regarding their lack of freedom and agency. Mark's psychic resources were an impenetrable wall against any of their willful acts. He could simply seize control of their minds at any time, altering or rewriting their thoughts and memories to suit his whims.

"Now this is what I'm talking about!" Laughed Logan below, oddly manic about his own strength, "You two weigh like freakin' feathers!"

He had gotten to his feet and snatched up both young women. Now he stood tall, his chiseled physique dominating the space. Jubilee and Magma, both comparatively slight against his Herculean frame, were held upside down in a striking pose. Logan's bulging arm, like coiled steel cables, encircled each girl's waist, securing them in mid-air. Their heads dangled around his groin, while their legs hung above, kicking playfully in the air.

The girls' heads were soon slurping and sucking at the Wolverine's thick member. Jubilee seemed delighted by the unconventional position. Magma initially glared at Logan before begrudgingly giving into the task, her mouth opening wide to accept his engorged meat.

"Get it nice and wet. This is goin' in Rogue's sweet pussy."

Speaking of-

Beast watched Rogue's expression of bliss change into one of anticipation and urgency, her eyes widening briefly even as she threw her head back. Gambit's attentions had brought the woman to orgasm, evidenced by the twitching of her limbs and her heavy, guttural groan.

Hank noted the man's shoulder and arm continuing to move vigorously even as his head remained firmly positioned between Rogue's quivering thighs. Remy's fingers were evidently performing additional manipulations of the woman's genitalia as he continued to stimulate her through the peak of her release.

Witnessing Rogue receiving the man's skilled oral ministrations while knowing she would soon be impaled on Logan's large cock was a source of particular arousal to Hank. Rogue's physique, with those enormous, unrestrained breasts, flared hips, and thick, well-defined posterior, represented the epitome of femininity and motherhood. Her fertile and voluptuous body embodied a feminine ideal, possessing a lushness that stimulated the primal urges within Beast's psyche.

It was no wonder that he, along with the other males, were so fixated on delivering their salty offerings to her inviting mouth.

"Hey Logan... Ah reckon ya'd better get over here. Gimme some good ol' fashioned man-on-woman loving." Rogue's Southern drawl was playful, her full lips curling upward in a sultry smile, "Remy did his best, but ah reckon ah'm just in the mood for a cock in this pussy and ah think ya know the one ah got in mind."

Gambit had extracted his head from Rogue's thighs and turned his face to shoot Logan an annoyed glare. His mouth was coated in the evidence of Rogue's orgasm, the slick fluids glimmering across his face as he panted in arousal and frustration.

Magma landed on her hands and knees and Jubilee was plopped on her butt. Logan positioned himself on the middle cushion, his imposing physique dwarfing Rogue's curvaceous form as his muscular frame seemed to envelope her.

Hank found himself stroking more vigorously as Logan's thick shaft jutted toward Rogue's sex, the sight of her wide thighs framed by the man's burly body an erotic tableau.

Rogue chuckled sultrily, the expression on her face one of desire and mischievous joy.
"Let's see if ya got the chops to please this pussy. Remy's tongue was sure gettin' a gal warmed up, but ah need somethin' thicker than a tongue now."

Logan, never one to back down from a challenge, grasped Rogue's voluptuous hips and smoothly drew the woman toward his groin, her posterior sliding down the sofa. Hank could see his thick cockhead press against her pink sex. He watched as it seemed to be drawn inside, disappearing from view.

Rogue threw her head back, arching her back and moaning as Logan began thrusting vigorously. A low growl emitted from the Wolverine's chest, a sound of dominance and possession.

He climbed up into a crouch, heels digging into the cushions as he pinned Rogue. Hank was sorry to see her magnificent mammaries replaced with Logan's wide, muscled back, the man's dense bulk completely covering the woman's figure. He moved his hips side-to-side, just working that cock deep as Rogue squirmed and moaned. Hank took note of the darker skinned heavy weights of his ballsack, laying out upon Rogue's big pale thighs, slapping wetly against her meaty ass cheeks.

The growling mutant shifted to grasp Rogue's thick thighs, pulling them upward, the woman's lower body folding up like a book, heels high above his head as she let out a squeal at the change of angle. Logan continued to pump his hips, the thick length of his meat visibly pumping in and out of Rogue's pussy.

Hank was pleased to hear the familiar, rhythmic wet slaps of balls on a backside as Logan increased the tempo of his thrusts.

“Oh mah good goddddddddddd…..” Rogue moaned, her tone lilting up in ecstasy with every pump of Logan's hips, the expression of pleasure on her face a sight to behold.

Logan, seemingly intent on conquering the woman's lush form, increased the rate of his thrusts. Rogue's massive breasts bobbled and bounced as her body rocked up and down in time with his movements, the Wolverine's muscular thighs powerfully driving his groin into hers. Hank could see his heavy scrotum was bouncing on her exposed buttocks, slapping loudly against the flesh with every thrust.

His attention was drawn by Magma, whose expression was a blend of frustration and annoyance. The naked Latina was kneeling on the carpet, glaring at Wolverine's flexing buttocks.

Jubilee seemed delighted by Rogue's vocal responses to Logan's vigorous thrusts. The young Asian girl giggled and laughed, clapping her hands together with her eyes fixated on the erotic coupling. Her small breasts, almost insignificant next to Rogue's prodigious ones, were shaking a bit, her slim frame moving in time with her motions. Hank noted her hand had traveled to her exposed sex, fingers slipping in to rub the glistening pink within.

Despite his angst, Gambit had committed himself to a spirited session of masturbation whose 'fuel' was a sex act involving his lover. Hank observed his hand pumping vigorously as Remy knelt on the carpet, cock in hand, red and black eyes fixated on the joining forms of Logan and Rogue.

Rogue was in a full on thrashing, moaning fit under Wolverine as the man plowed his burly hips down into hers, growling in a primal show of dominance, his thighs slapping down onto her plush butt cheeks as he pumped away. Her massive tits were flailing around on her chest in a display of unrestrained femininity, the heavy melons seeming to be flung wildly about, jiggling, slapping together and shaking, the stiff nipples pointing in all directions.

"Oh mah goodness.... Logan oh mah godddd...." Rogue's moans were coming out as gasps now, the woman obviously in the throes of a particularly powerful orgasm.

The vigorous sex went on for another twenty minutes and half a dozen position changes. He took her from behind after deigning to allow Gambit onto the couch and she dazedly kept her lover's penis in her mouth, bobbing fitfully. Logan hammered his hips into her buttocks, sending the twin round pools of succulent assflesh rippling like gelatin, her plush lips making out with Gambit's groin as he humped her face.

Later he ordered the other man underneath them, Gambit's face buried between Rogue's thighs mere inches from the joining of his and Rogue's sexes. Indeed, Logan's testicles were often slapping into Gambit's forehead, Rogue's wet pussy-juice smearing into his face and hair as Logan pounded the woman.

Logan and Rogue then ended up standing on the carpet, Rogue's legs hooked over Logan's hips as he drilled her and made her big breasts bounce about in front of his face, Logan grinning and chuckling as she screamed into his chest, hands clawing at his burly pectorals.

Jubilee became progressively bolder during this period, going so far as to tease and slap Gambit's penis and testicles, "Y-You're almost there! Just keep pumping that tiny wittle dick and you'll be able to contribute something to this before you know it!” Jubilee said, giggling while Gambit's expression displayed a blend of arousal, annoyance, and frustration.

It was quite clear that their attending Markandan telepath had quite the script for them today, Hank mused with a wry eye as Jubilee's taunts seemed to encourage the normally suave Cajun in his masturbatory activities, the man growling in sexual frustration. Hank knew from prior experience that their captors took delight in tormenting Gambit with Rogue's carnal interactions, particularly when they involved the well endowed fellows like Logan or the King himself.

"W-Watch nice and close too, okay? Daddy's much bigger and much more aggressive than y-you are, but that doesn't mean y-you can't learn from him!” Jubilee tittered, teasing the man by slapping and squeezing his testicles as he stroked vigorously, Gambit gritting his teeth at the young girl's torment.

Hank observed Rogue's full lips curling upward in a teasing smile even as Wolverine hammered his hips against her. He suspected their captors had implanted a script into her mind similar to that which Jubilee was following, amusing Mark with the psychological torment they were inflicting on the couple's dynamic.

Rogue's voice chimed in, her tone playfully mocking, "O-Oh myyyy- Logan! Yes! That's a good angle right there baby! Right there. Hammer mah pussy with that big daddy cock! That's right, sugar! Work that big mutant daddy meat right into mah southern twat and fill me up nice and good!"

All good things must come to an end however, even a marathon sex session involving a mutant with Logan's impressive stamina. Hank could tell Rogue was in the final throes of orgasmic pleasure, her voice rising into a high-pitched crescendo as her curvaceous body twitched and shuddered.

"D-D-Do it in my mouth this time, baby!" Rogue's voice was a plaintive moan, the woman's expression one of pleasure and arousal, "Ahm craving the taste of that big daddy cream! Let this old country gal get her fill of that sticky mutant load!"

Wolverine obligingly withdrew from Rogue's dripping sex. His thick member, coated in the copious fluids of their sexual congress, was slick and shining in the light.

When Wolverine finally did blow his load into Rogue's welcoming mouth, Rogue was practically a rag doll in his arms. She accepted Logan's pulsing tool with a tired sigh, her own mouth suckling the thick meat, milking him dry, her jaw visibly hinging open to swallow the man's thick load. Gambit sat on the couch beside them, panting and watching Rogue drink his rival's seed.

The man's hand had a defeated cast about it as he held his cock. Hank could see Rogue had taken pity on the man, her free hand gently clasping his member, stroking the organ while her full lips performed a lewd blowjob on the Wolverine. Hank noted the defeated expression on Gambit's face, the resigned frustration, yet unmistakable arousal as Rogue pleasured him.

"Oh that's a big tasty load, sugar! Ahm not even gonna swallow yet! Gonna let it sit a while on mah tongue!"

With a triumphant grin, Logan withdrew from Rogue's mouth, his dripping erection flopping out. Rogue made a show of smacking her lips, letting the cum linger a moment in her mouth before swallowing. She smiled playfully at Gambit, who responded with a defeated grunt. Hank could see the man's member was stiff as a board, leaking a steady stream of pre-cum.

Wolverine had a big ol' smirk on his face, his broad body draped over Rogue's, the man's muscled arm wrapped around her ample posterior.

Rogue was about to move over to Gambit but at that moment, Hank knew it was time for his own contribution to Rogue's diet. He leaped down from the ceiling fixture and, with all the grace and agility his mutation afforded, landed on the couch for an interception, "Apologies, my dear, but I believe it is my turn."

"Beast." Rogue giggled in response, a flirtatious smile forming on her full lips, "Why ah've been neglecting ya! You poor thing."

Hank smiled indulgently at the woman, taking in the enticing visuals of her voluptuous, nude form. "Not at all. I have been simply observing the... performance. A most enticing display, my dear."

There was a playful yet mischievous gleam in Rogue's eyes as he took her head in his paws and aimed his cock at her mouth. Her full lips were already opening in anticipation, her pink tongue extending out as Hank urgently pumped his turgid tool toward her waiting mouth.

As shocking pleasure tickled Hank's spine and spurts of warm ejaculate erupted from his glans to fill Rogue's waiting mouth, Wolverine suddenly loudly complained.

"Oh you have got to be fuckin' shittin' me!"