Captured X-Men [pt. II]

"Where we going, bub?" Growled Wolverine as he approached the guard, followed by the rest.

"And what you need with the girls?" asked Remy, "Why don't you leave them here with the rest of de students, yea?"

The guard ignored their questions, "Follow me."

He turned and walked out of the room. Logan followed as Bobby told the girls, "Well, you could try just staying behind…"

"I'm afraid there's not much point in that." Hank said, "We are quite unable to resist their instructions, more's the pity."

"Yeah, well at least we're doin' something." Said Rogue as she and the rest of the first group followed the guard out of the room.

Ain't that the truth, Logan found as he led the group into the hallway following right behind the guard. He saw that the man's silly cape hung down with a diagonal hem, putting his big muscular ass on display. Logan really wanted to do anything other than follow right behind this fruit but his body had other ideas and he marched along through the palace, keeping his eyes anywhere else.For a place that had been taken over by a mutant villain, the palace was fully populated by a vast host of civil servants moving around and stopping to talk like nothing was amiss. Even so, the kid's influence was immediately obvious as clothing was clearly strictly optional. In other circumstances, Logan would have enjoyed all of the sexy black flesh on display and even in these circumstances he felt the front of his pants grow tight. He was unable to resist eyeing the tight well-rounded booty of a young servant scrubbing the tiles on her hands and knees, both the slight lips of her pussy and the round little hole of her ass fully visible as he passed.

It was easy to see that some groups were ranked above others in status or authority based on the way their bodies were decorated. At no point, did anyone have their genitals covered, but some were festooned with elaborate jewelry while others had no more than a chain of gold wrapped around their abdomens. Most men were wearing clear plastic devices showing off their twig and berries packed tight. Jesus Christ! This kid was mad as hatter... Logan wasn't looking forward to their audience with the young bastard. True, nothing would make him happier than basically eviscerating the evil punk's chest with his claws, but he was starting to think that his likelihood for achieving that satisfying outcome was honestly... remote.

They were led into another large room that resembled their own vast prison cell quite a bit. This one had beds only lining the two longer walls with trunks at the foot of each and tall cabinets beside them. The central area was divided between low-slung couches and chairs, a couple of obvious fighting rings, and a couple of gyms worth of weight-lifting equipment. There were a multitude of open doorways leading off to smaller rooms on the shorter walls. There were a host of muscular black men throughout the space, naked as the day they were born. A few were fighting each other in the rings with scattering watching and cheering. Others were dead asleep on their beds. Some were working out. Others were on the couches, socializing in groups or staring off into space and swiping at the air individually. Those nearby looked with interest as the X-Men and company were led into the vast room, eyes lingering upon the girls with open appreciation.

The one they had been following finally spoke up, "This is Common Area 1. It's where we, Royal Guard, reside between assignments." You could hear the capital letters.

Logan stepped between Kitty and the nearest pair of naked oglers, staring them down. They just smirked, one grabbing his dangling johnson pointedly. "What de fuck?" swore Gambit, his tone one of complete disbelief. "You said it, Remy." added Logan as they found themselves following their escort through the barracks of enslaved Wakandans. Rogue looked around at all the naked men in the room, shifting uncomfortably, "Can't say I'm liking what I'm seeing here..."
Magma smirked despite the seriousness of the situation and added, "Speak for your self. I can't say I mind the view." She stared pointedly at the gleaming black muscles on display as well as the sizeable dangling dongs.

They were led across the room and through a doorway, into a room filled with benches and alcoves in the walls, a locker room. A host of servants were inside, apparently waiting for their arrival. A man stood at the forefront of the group, a well-built, tall and very dark-skinned. His head was shaved and he wore a white vest that revealed the middle of his muscular pecs as well as his six-pack. The only thing he wore below was a cock-cage made up of gold metal bands.

One of their guards pointed at the man and said, “He is in charge now.”

Then they both left the room.

The man smiled brilliantly, “Greetings, X-Men… and others. I am Ulivik, devoted servant to our glorious king and for the next little while, your master.", he chuckled and gestured at the room beyond, "We will be bathing your bodies and making you presentable for our king."

They looked at each other. Jubilee spoke first, "Excuse me?! We have been kidnapped by a megalomaniac and we now we are getting a bath? WTF!?"

Beast said, "Unfortunately, there is not much that can be done about it at the moment. I, for one, wouldn't mind enjoying a nice bath to sooth the soul after our recent harrowing experience."

Iceman said, "We're probably better off not resisting and just playing nice for now."

"Fuck that." Magma crouched slightly, clenching her fists as if she were about to go full on fire. "We should be finding a way to escape. The longer we wait, the worse our position gets."

"I can hear you, you know." Ulivik frowned, "No matter. Remove your clothing."

The fight went out of the mocha skinned mutant, Magma relaxing and sighing, "Fine..." She reached down and pulled her shirt off over her head, revealing her pert breasts held by a pink sports-bra. There was some hesitation in the group but for the most part they all began to strip. Hill's hands had moved promptly to unbutton her shirt as soon as Ulivik had commanded and she was now removing her plain fairy heavy-duty bra, releasing her huge tits to jiggle wildly into place atop her taut abdomen.

God, those were a perfect set of jugs, too bad they belonged to such a stone-cold human bitch...

Catching sight of Rogue slip down her own top, Logan fought the urge to whistle. Damn, with Hill that made two absolute tit-monsters in this sudden peep show. Those suckers completely dominated Rogue's otherwise narrow torso, the inner sides of them pressed together forming thick cleavage by themselves.

All this fine naked flesh on display has some heat swelling in his crotch, he can feel it build within his balls.

"Come on, come on. Off! Off! Off!" Ulivik clapped his hands, "We haven't got all day."

Logan glared at the pompous ass but finished stripping himself, unable to resist eyeing Rogue's round butt bobbing up and down as she worked that tight outfit of hers down her thigh thighs. He generally enjoyed shucking his clothes whenever he had the opportunity, especially out in the wild, more natural and pure, closer to who he really was. But this screwed up situation was anything but.

A few of the servant-girls were eyeing Remy and Pete's groins as they dropped their drawers, giggling and whispering even as another pair stared with wide eyes at Logan's piece as it hardened into a twelve inch titan.

Ulivik noticed and said, "You'll have to forgive them. You see, the large white cock has a very special place in Markandan society. Our people feel a deep spiritual connection with it as it is a sign of royalty and supreme virility. This has contributed to a belief among our people that white men, particularly the men of America where our good king originated, all have long thick endowments. To see white penises no more impressive than a mere common Markandan... it is quite the comical juxtaposition!" Chuckling, he turned and laid an intense gaze upon Logan's dick, a toothy grin on his face, "Now this! This is the sort of slab of white beef we are expecting! Bravo. I think you will find you are quite popular here, my friend. I wonder if you will be inducted into the Royal Guard, perhaps?"

Hill sat her hands on her hips, utterly unconcerned by her nudity, her big breasts on display as well as her naked pussy topped with a carefully shaved thin strip of black pubic hair, "Can we get on with this already?"

Ulivik looked around taking in all their naked bodies and smiled, gesturing with his hands, "Yes, of course. Please, follow the servants to the next room for your baths."

Hill was the first to follow, standing tall, arms at her side, utterly unfazed by her nudity even as her melon-like breasts shook and bounced. Quake right behind her, nice tight little ass on her.

Rogue was doing her best to cover her naughty bits, a hand between her legs but those massive teats of her were a lost cause. Her arm managed to partially hide those big nips but the compression of those suckers only made the view more titillating in all honesty. Jubilee was doing her best to maintain some modesty with an arm but she was failing completely as her ass cheeks wiggled back and forth distractingly. Kitty just stared at the floor with her face utterly red while Magma walked with her chin up and back straight, her tits bouncing slightly with each step.

The guys had a similar spread of reactions with Logan unsurprisingly being the most relaxed about it. Colossus was a sight, hulking silvery metal brute, all brick thick pecs and shining washboard abs, but he had both hands cupping his groin as he walked, basically prancing like a ninny. Gambit and Bobby seemed a bit off their game, both were sporting half-chubs, though for different reasons most likely. Beast was taking it in stride with his usual calm.

The next room was a huge bathroom, very clean with white tiles covering the floor and walls.
There were multiple shower heads along the walls, all easily accessible and a huge pool in the middle of the room. Ulivik proceeded to have them bathed by the servants. It was fucking weird as all get out but, honestly not all that bad either. It probably helped that Logan got two pretty giggly girls as his bathers. Didn’t hurt that they were naked as he was. Old Ulivik wasn’t too concerned about anyone’s comfort. Poor Remy had two dudes washing him! And Kitty had to endure two guys as well. Logan had started to growl and interpose himself between them and her but one command from Ulivik and he'd found himself minding his own business.

Hill had immediately started in on interrogating Ulivik even as a small pair of black hands cupped her pale jugs, hefting them up and rubbing soapy suds into their undersides. She ignored her pair of washers as she first asked why they were being bathed and why they couldn't just do it themselves. His answer was just, "Because King Mark wills it." for both. Not put off, she just moved on to another list of questions, generally 'what the hell is going on and what was going to be done with us' but Ulivik quickly got annoyed and snapped, "Hold your tongue, woman and simply enjoy your bath."

Hill's mouth clicked shut and she actually didn't say another word the rest of the time they were there. Her intense gaze that had been sweeping the environment constantly seemed to dull a bit and he even caught her crack a slight smile every once in a while as her attendants rubbed her down. Logan could tell he wasn't the only one to notice the change as Quake frowned and sent her superior several concerned looks while Beast just looked like he'd received another scientific puzzle piece.

The situation was fucked up, kinda hot though too, not gonna lie.

They were all soaped and lathered, every DAMN inch of their bodies were scrubbed. Only one moment was that really uncomfortable. Though he'd certainly enjoyed the care and dedication these two gals paid to his cock. They didn't really go all the way down on him or anything but they did get pretty close. That felt pretty good, even if he was at least half hard the whole time. "Oooh! Such a big white cock!" "Almost a 'kingly' endowment, wouldn't you say!"

"Heh." he smirked down at them, "If you want put me on your throne, I think we're all gonna be a lot happier." "You'd look fine on MY throne, my king." one giggled.

Next on the crazy agenda was having their bodies shaved of every last hair that wasn't on their heads. Beast was saved from this fate and oddly enough so was, Logan.

One of Logan's girls seemed confused as she asked Ulivik, "We're not to shave him, master?" Her eyes roved up down the thick ruffs of black hair all across his body, her nose crinkled slightly with mild disgust.

Ulivik nodded, "No, I have heard that the Queen Marvel has an interest in this one and has made her preferences known regarding his grooming."

Logan wondered just what she had in mind as the shaving went on for the rest of them. They were all soon in the water totally naked and shorn of body hair, save for Hank and him.

And then finally it was over.

"Ahh! Isn't that better? You are almost presentable and worthy to kneel before our king!" declared Ulivik with a big clap of his hands, "Now head back to the antechamber and put on your uniforms."

They could only do as they were told. The clothes they'd left in the other room were gone, in their place upon the benches were tiny colorful strips of cloth that gave him a very bad feeling.

Remy was the first to complain, "Hey Ulivik, how exactly you figure dis a uniform? Huh?" He held up a black g-string thong with a bright pink X emblazoned upon the fabric pouch.

"You do now. All Markandans wear thongs. You will not dare to step within eyesight of King Mark wearing anything else. Enough of this constant belly-aching. Put them on and wear them proudly!"

Logan grumbled and strode over to where his girls were holding out his own stupid underwear, "This shit just keeps getting better and better." They were intent on helping him put it on and he grudgingly lifted each foot in turn so that they could. Soon enough his swinging cod was bulging inside a blue pouch with a bright yellow X. These bastards had them color coded to their X-Uniforms. Rogue's thong was green and gold. Bobby's was icy blue and gold. Kitty's was sky blue and gold. Hill and Quake's were black and white, SHIELD colors.

Seriously, who was color coding their underwear? This was just the stupidest shit...