To Claim The X-Men

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It was never a dull day at the Charles Xavier Memorial Institute for Gift Students, at least in the estimation of Headmistress Jean Grey. When you combined the poor judgment and raging hormones of a typical teenager and combined it with all manner of superpowers, well, it led to some volatile situations. Then, on top of that, you threw in some rather unorthodox instructors with tremendous power of their own and (sometimes) egos to match and things could get out of hand in a hurry.

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Fortunately, Jean Grey was up to the task of handling such a volatile institute. Her psychic powers were next to none, allowing her to “tune in” to the surface thoughts of her students and staff, being able to understand their anxieties and worries with nary an effort. That went a long way to pouring oil over troubled waters whenever difficulties did arise. And while she didn’t like using them on innocents against their will, she could always use them to dampen negative emotions, boost positive emotions, and in a worse case scenario (although she never did and hope she never would) modify memory and thought completely.

However, as far as days go running a boarding school for mutants, today was fairly manageable. Delightfully so, as a matter of fact. Sure, Jubilee blew up the chemistry lab (again) and Emma and Rogue were squabbling (again) but in the case of the former no one got hurt and in the case of the latter Emma was always picking fights with someone. It was just in her nature as an egotistical bitch.

So, yes, all in all, a very good day.

The bell rang for first period, with students hurriedly rushing to their classrooms as Jean calmly made her way to her office, an assured smile on her face and supreme confidence in her step. She couldn’t say why, but she was certain today was going to be more than just a good day, but a great day. An excellent day.

As she approached her office, she made a mental list of all the work that needed to be done. Repairs to the Danger Room (and the chem lab, too, she added). Upkeep on the Blackbird. Ororo wanted to add an African studies course to the history curriculum. Emma wanted to take over teaching sex-ed (no way in hell was she exposing the students to the White Queen). She might even try scouting new potential students via Cerebro. Sure, her schedule seemed busy, but Jean would be happy getting all these chores done and dusted, helping out her school and students, and then maybe she could move on to her personal life.

However, as she opened the door to her office, she was surprised to find visitors there. A large man she did not recognize and some bizarre-looking woman with red skin and elongated tendrils cresting from her head. Which, honestly, in Jean’s experience, such an appearance wasn’t alarming or off-putting. What was alarming and off-putting was the fact she was almost completely naked.

And even more surprising than the two strangers was the presence of her sometimes friend, sometimes enemy Wanda Maximoff.

Before Jean could even get out a word, verbally or psychically, Wanda smiled and waved her hand and said, “Hello, Jean. Lovely to see you again” before the red rush of chaos magic swept Jean away.

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Of course the X-Men - or X-Women, as it happened - were on Rob’s hit list. Being a lifelong comic book fan who had read some of the most iconic storylines through the 90s and 00s (and 80s, thanks to back issues) as they came out, he coveted having Jean Grey and associates amongst his harem, along with the Avengers and Justice League. He always imagined that the three superheroine teams would be crown jewels of his ultimate harem. But with all of that fantasizing came with a healthy dose of caution, as Rob respected the sheer power those teams could muster. Even with both Zatanna and Wanda as they were now, he never imagined having the guts to pull off such a brazen move as this.

And yet, Wanda had! Jean Grey was one of the most powerful psychic and telepaths in all of fiction and was undoubtedly capable of stopping even Wanda, in all of her power, in her tracks - paralyzing her, wiping her mind, and then sending her on her merry way. Yet Wanda showed no fear when she suggested this surprise visit and showed even less hesitation in launching her surprise attack.

“Never doubt just how powerful the advantage of surprise is, my love.” Wanda had explained with a small chuckle when she saw the flabbergasted expression Rob wore.

Here, the all-powerful Jean Grey (whether she was also packing the Phoenix **** was still to be determined) was now completely helpless in Wanda’s hands. She was sitting upright in a chair, face slack and lifeless, as Wanda hovered over her and went to work, red energy streaming from her palms and fingers and flowing into Jean’s head. Occasionally, Jean would twitch or murmur or make some other soft sound, but otherwise she seemed totally docile and defeated before Wanda’s power.

“You know, you can come a little closer, darling.” Wanda chuckled again, endlessly amused by how skittish Rob was being. “She won’t bite. Not while I hold the leash. Or, at the very least, relax and play with your apprentice while I work.”

They had laid in wait in Jean’s office and were conducting their business in the same venue. Jean had been instantly whammied the moment she walked into the room, zonked and zombie marched over behind her desk where she currently sat. Rob, whether consciously or subconsciously, had moved as far away from Jean as possible while also being opposite the only door to the office. There were still other scarily, incredibly powerful women for him to worry about. Talon sat at her Master’s feet on her hands and knees, perfectly patient.

“If you may forgive my candor, Master, I agree with Mistress Maximoff. You seem to be unnecessarily guarded around this woman.” Talon pointed out, breaking what had been up until now a silent vigil. Her eyes fell to Jean, who whimpered softly before falling silent again. Talon scrutinized her for a moment before adding, “She does not seem any different or anymore dangerous than any of your other sluts.”

“Looks can be deceiving, my apprentice.” Rob said, after allowing himself a moment to calm himself. If he was being roasted by his slaves then he must have been in bad sorts. “Jean Grey here is one of the most powerful psychic minds in the entire universe. Capable of feats far greater than any ****-user.” Talon nodded along with Rob’s explanation, but her gaze and expression did not change, the Twilek retaining her typical staid cast. “She can manipulate thought, memory, and emotion with ease and should have equally potent defences against psychic ****.”

Rob said the last phrase with a pointed cadence, directed entirely at Wanda, questioning how she was able to disarm and defeat Jean Grey with such ease.

Wanda shrugged the accusation off with a boastful smile.

“Indeed she does, but she has little to no protection against chaos magic, my forte!” Wanda declared with a victorious roll of her tongue, always keeping her hands near Jean’s head. “Not to mention, I have realized how to be even more effective for you and your goals, my beloved Master. I can draw upon your undeniable power and wield it to twist the mind of your targets, and it is even easier when you are so close by.” Wanda then paused, looking down at Talon, considering the ex-Sith for a moment. “And, Jean, like all the women you desire, is branded deep within her soul, branded by your power. And that brand means her one and only destiny is to be your ****.”

Normally, Rob would be alarmed that Wanda was about to give away the truth of his powers to one of his other slaves. But Talon was an exception, because Talon cared little for anything else other than her pleasure, her Master’s pleasure, and watching other women submit and fall to her Master.

Rob considered what Wanda was saying, not fully grasping the meaning of her words. He assumed that was because she was still talking around the truth, unable and unwilling to say “genie” or “djinn” or “wishes”. So, he simply gave her a cool look and said, “I would like a full and proper explanation later, my dear.”

“If I may interject once more.” Talon began, still unmoving from her supplicant position. Rob finally felt comfortable enough to relax, pulling up a chair to sit next to Talon, petting her lekku to further bring peace of mind. Talon shut her eyes and purred before continuing. “With her under Master’s control, we can wield this incredible power against others. Is that the reasoning behind Miss Maximoff’s mission?”

“Correct you are, my pet.” Rob spoke for Wanda, letting her focus on her work. “In fact, I imagine there are many more beautiful women in this school to turn into my slaves, too. Jean’s friends and colleagues and students. Once she is fully under my power we can turn her loose on them.”

Talon chuckled wickedly at the suggestion. “How delicious. All of these women, to have their friend and mentor turn against them and drag them down with her. A chain of slaves all starting with one link.” Talon’s hands rubbed against her nude, smooth body, a rumbling moan filling the office. “I love it, Master! Your brilliance and depravity has no limit.”

“Oh, please, save your applause for the end.” Rob said, now watching Wanda work. Her hands hovered around Jean’s head, constantly moving. Big motions, like moving from the crown of her head to the back to the front and back again. Little motions, like drawing small circles in the air or drawing her hands closer and farther in rhythmic movement. Her fingers would twitch and dance through the air, as well. It was as if she was sculpting clay and plucking the strings of a harp at the same time. And all the while, the flow of red chaos energy ceaselessly surged through the air and into Jean’s mind.

“Because not only is this place home to many beautiful, powerful women, it is also a school. Meaning it will be the perfect location for when I get the Slut School up and running.” Rob shot Wanda a heartfelt look. “You really know how to pick them, Wanda. This was an absolutely wonderful idea, a wonderful trip, and we’ve barely even begun here.”

Wanda allowed herself another smile, bowing to Rob, even as Talon’s focus grew and she began to praise Rob and Wanda once more.

“Ah! A school? For you to lure hapless girls in and turn them into fawning sluts and debaucherous whores? Almost like a factory, to twist, corrupt, and enslave the innocent, all for your glory and pleasure Master!” Talon’s voice grew higher and more feverish as she spoke, drawing out the syllables of “Master”, rolling them on her tongue as she let it loll from her mouth, exuberant and exultant at Rob’s designs. “I cannot wait to see such a thing come to fruition. I cannot wait to see in person these young women transformed according to your whims.”

Rob chuckled, petting Talon’s head and tendrils some more. “Well, you’ll have to be patient, pet. That’s still a long time off. I was content with collecting future teachers for the time being, thinking I would have to have a site built. Unfortunately though, I don’t think this accelerates the timeline.” Rob looked at Wanda, or rather at her belly, and the marking branded upon her skin. “As I drew it up, I imagined our daughter would be part of the first class.”

“Really?” Wanda raised an eyebrow. “Did you go back on your initial plan and have resigned yourself to wait eighteen years after all?”

“Oh, no, no, no. I have… plans. An idea. To circumvent all of that.” Rob looked at Wanda and Jean, but then thought of another gorgeous redhead he had waiting in the wings. Combine her, the two power boosters spheres Wanda and Zatanna had created, and a certain artifact from Marvel comics and well…

Rob chased the daydream away. That was still all theoretical. He hadn’t even flown it past either Wanda or Zatanna to see if it was possible.

So, instead, he focused on the lovely redhead before him. “How much longer, Wanda?” Now that he was calm and collected, he saw the real prize before him and had quickly worked himself up. He was going to make Jean Grey his and the rest of the amazing, astonishing, incredibly, uncanny, insert-adjective-her X-Babes were about to follow.

Wanda smirked, finally moving her hands away from Jean, letting the last remnants of her power flutter and wisp and vanish. Jean’s head lolled downward, her entire body spasming briefly, her eyes fluttering open and shut rapidly.

“Why, I would say she’s just about ready… now!”

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Thanks "X-Men '97" for putting all these characters back into the public eye!

As I have mentioned before, I have completely changed my initial idea regarding Slut School, the initial concept being very simple in Rob meeting other teachers, claiming them and then - BOOM! - he has a full school and student body out of nowhere. In addition, my initial concept for including the X-Men was also very simple, with them, the Avengers, and the Justice League all being tackled one after another in succession, serving as a capstone of sorts for Rob's journey (you folks would have voted on the order he took on the three heroic teams).

However, while I was drawing out a loose plan for this part of the story and cobbling together arcs and one-shots, I realized that the X-Men aren't just a heroic team but also a school! Having Rob claim them makes total sense for where we're at and gives him everything he wants -sexy teachers, sexy students, and a huge facility for all the slutty students yet to come. It was an absolute eureka moment and I am also very happy with how this arc has turned out.