Captured X-Men [pt. V]

"Damn. I can see why my wives have the hots for you, dude. They're size queens-" Mark looked back over his shoulder and received agreeing smiles despite their activities, " -after all and you've apparently got that dangerous bad-boy thing going on and we know they like that." Implying that he was also a bad boy they liked rather than they'd been brainwashed to. Yea, okay buddy. Logan hated his master with such unkempt fury. The very idea that he believed that Jean and Ororo were actually his wives through BULLSHIT mind-control made him absolutely livid.

Mark suddenly reached out and gripped the sides of Logan's shoulders and he resisted the urge to pull away given the fact he knew just a touch could see his brain rewired to who knows what stupid shit, "And you're built like a brick shithouse. Bigger than Scott up top and down below too, no wonder you gave him a complex with Jean."

While he enjoyed the thought of Slim being intimidated by him, he was really trying to ignore the fact that the kid's stupidly big dick was in full contact with his abs. Directing his gaze to the side where Hill was just tonguing Quake's pussy and making her pant sweetly, he managed not to open his mouth and antagonize the punk kid who owned his ass now.

And Damn, it was really fucked up how horny this whole situation was making him.

"But what I'm really impressed by is your healing factor." He said, rubbing Logan's pec where he'd been cut and now there was only loose blood on smooth unbroken skin, "I could cut you a thousand times and you'd be fine in no time."

Now he was just stating the obvious. He needed a drink, no, a fucking keg.

"Anyway." remarked Mark as he dropped his hands and grabbed his own cock, "I bet you get around. No problem getting girls to spread their legs so you can lay some pipe, huh?"

Claws retracted, Logan experienced the unsettling sensation of his own hand gripping his erection in time with Mark's, he tried his best to ignore it, snorting, "You could say that."

"Yea? Anyone in this room?" Mark asked with a smug smile, pumping a hand on his massive dick that made Logan stroke his own.

Logan smirked despite himself and nodded.

Swinging around, Mark called out, "Raise your hand if you've fucked Wolverine!"

Betsy, Emma, and Ororo raised their hands instantly and Logan couldn't help but enjoy the sight as well as the slight look of dismay upon the kid's face as he realized he'd wooed them without the use of god-damnned mind-control. The purple haired mind-displaced kunoichi's chin was shiny with Jeanie's juices and the bitchy blonde's make up was smudged, a ring of lipstick on Slim's dick. Ororo raised an arm even as she used the other to **** Kurt's head into her groin, a look of excitement and pleasure on her face. Mystique did too, even as she stood in front of her chair and bounced her blue hips off the tight black ass of her partner. For a few moments Logan let himself recall some very good times far away from here- wait, when the hell had he fucked the blue bitch?! Son-of-a...

Mark's gaze slid over those kneeling around him expectantly for anymore hands but there weren't any. "I'm impressed. Heh. I guess you really are my kind of guy."

Wolverine stopped glaring at Darkholme and snorted, "You don't say?"

"Yea, which is why you shouldn't be thinking all those negative thoughts about me. You're going to have a lot of fun working for me. When you're not fighting, all you're going to be doing is fucking. Take this cute piece-" Jubilee had been kneeling beside Logan this whole time, cute butt clad only in her yellow thong. She had been laying there with her face pressed to the floor but over time she'd sat back to witness the spectacle of Mark's 'inspection' of his new slaves. More recently she'd been enjoying a front row seat to most likely the two biggest dicks she'd ever laid eyes on in the flesh. Her meager A-cups were sporting surprisingly long thimble like brown nipples and she had both hands pressing against her groin.

Mark motioned for her to get up with one hand and she did eyes wide. Her face was flushed as were other parts of her. It could have been the mind control, but just as easily natural arousal at this point.

"Uh...hi...um...master, I guess now, right?" she barely met Mark's eyes before she was dipping her head to once again ogle their dicks.

"That's right." Mark held out his hand and she took it. He pulled her to him and Jubilee allowed herself to be kissed. Logan watched both of Mark's hands take hold of her small butt-cheeks, kneading them. For a moment the two of them made out noisily in the crowded throne room like they were the only ones present.

When they broke apart, Mark turned her around to face Logan resting his chin on her shoulder, his hands on her narrow waist. Jubilee looked embarrassed but also pleased by his attention. "Now, Wolvie... I do believe you said I'd just want to make her dance naked or something, right?"

"Yea." he grunted, not at all surprised that either someone had been listening in or that one of Mark's pet telepaths had plucked that info right out of their heads.

Mark grinned and released Jubilee. She looked unsure, her cute face flushed with a rosy glow but she soon got into it, trying out a slow bump and grind in the small space between their erections. She started as awkwardly as it was possible to be, but she quickly smoothed out. Loosening up, she twerked against Logan's prick sending it bouncing, and he couldn't resist dropping his hands down to lightly hold the tight heart-shape of her shaking ass.

Jubilee's fingers slipped down to slide along her limber thighs and soon enough her yellow g-string was being pushed down her legs to reveal her absolutely hairless vagina, tiny pussy lips closed tight but still glistening and slightly leaking with arousal.

"Do you know what I want you to do, Wolverine?" asked Mark suddenly, "Fuck the shit out this girl, Jubilee...."