Jean's Efforts

Jean Grey kept her awareness widespread across all of the non-telepathic minds nearby even as she watched Mark grab Sue's breasts as she rode him and she moaned as he sucked on her nipples, switching back and forth and lightly biting and strong sucking on them.

Ororo was beside her, against her, hand running between her own legs and the other cupping Jean's bottom. She'd always been aware of Ororo's bisexuality, that she was strongly attracted to Jean but had never had any inclination to act on it. She was ecstatic in this moment, getting to make love to Jean as a member of Mark's harem and exceedingly happy to see still more of her friends join her in servitude to her master. Jean exerted barely any mental energy upon Ororo. It simply wasn't necessary. She was the most loyal of Mark's servants.

Scott was leaning back against the kitchen counter, very carefully keeping himself out of Mark's sight. This was actually an expression of his complete and total fealty to his lord, even as it tore at Scott a bit to thwart Mark's desire. He wanted to protect Mark and wanted to stay vigilant and un-distracted by sex. At the same time, he was well aware because Jean had told him that Mark loved seeing him subjugated. Mark liked seeing Scott naked and jerking his smaller cock pathetically as he had sex right in front of him. Scott was currently rock hard, making an obvious tent in his uniform. There was no crack in Mark's domination of her husband, the only war in Scott's thoughts was between his desire to protect Mark and his desire to masturbate frantically to him.

Laura Williams was an average woman with a natural affection for her only son. In Jean's thought-scape, her non-mutant non-psychic brain was a pitiful bean crushed into complete non-existent ineffectualness by the massive galaxy-sized mass that was Jean's. Laura gasped and moaned in her chair as she played with her pussy with both hands, teasing her clit even as she plunged fingers into her vagina constantly as she watched Mark fuck Sue.

The majority of Jean's attention was on the three males kneeling right outside the kitchen. Only Reed Richards had experienced the life-changing power of Mark's commands. However, that didn't mean she could lessen her focus upon him. Simply put, Reed was a genius of epic proportions and his furiously active brain was constantly rebelling against the thoughts and decisions that simply did not make sense to him. Constantly he was realizing the truth of Mark's control over him and coming up with novel thought patterns to thwart that control, only Jean's ability to actively monitor his efforts and negate them kept him under control.

Johnny Storm, even bereft of Mark's touch, was much easier to deal with. Mark was wise enough to know that happiness was his ultimate tool in controlling his thralls. Her master enjoyed controlling everyone around him. He loved making powerful people, particularly men, do humiliating things for his amusement. But he was smart enough to know that it was better to make that person enjoy what they were doing so they would be less likely to resist. A lot of people weren't happy with their lives despite the facades they put on for public consumption. Mark could ensure that they truly were happy even as they abased themselves for his entertainment.

The Human Torch had his rather nice sized dick out as he masturbated contentedly while fantasizing about what Mark, his master, was doing with his sister. There wasn't even the slightest bit of resistance as he worked his big dick, his eyes closed.

Ben Grimm was a special case. Mark had been furious and also frightened by The Thing's immunity to his mutant power. His feelings had been so strong that Jean had been able to discern his intent without trying. She'd exerted her psychic might instantly in that moment and currently Ben was not even a sentient being. He was simply Rock Golem, an unintelligent being that would protect it's master without thought. Mark's interest in Dungeons and Dragons had fueled that decision, but she could rouse Ben to sentience with just a thought should Mark want that. Currently, he was just a kneeling orange stone statue with a massive protuberance in his blue Fantastic Four emblazoned shorts.

Valeria and Franklin were **** and would remain so until Mark told her otherwise. One super-genius was well more than enough for Jean and that was without the ability to warp reality at will.