Reallocation

He was smiling at her.

Mark Williams. High school student. Mutant. Enslaver. Conqueror. King. Master. There were many words and phrases Natasha Romanoff could use to describe the teenager who had so completely and utterly defeated her, but the one she’d forever fall back on was “in control”.

Mark was always in control, even when he had been captured by Magneto. Control defined him and his relationship with others and the country he’d stolen out from under the feet of its people. They were mere subjects to his whims now, utterly devoted to him as if he were a living god.

She was knelt on the floor, instructed to remain so until given permission to rise. It had been nearly two hours. She watched as he manipulated some manner of holographic display, accessing and reading one parcel of information before dismissing it and bringing up another.

Jean Grey and Ororo Munroe watched their king husband from a couch on the left side of the room, unwilling to allow their master out of their sight again. The two women were clothed in traditional Wakanda garb that had been altered significantly to emphasize their voluptuous bodies. Scott Summers stood alongside them, his cyclopean gaze panning over the entire room.

He had been a kind, decent man once. Memories of being **** to suck the man’s cock and take him from behind flittered through her mind. She clamped down on her revulsion. She wouldn’t give Mark the satisfaction of her pain.

Mystique and Sabertooth smiled evilly at her from their positions flanking Mark’s desk. The busty blue-skinned mutant opened her mouth and mimed giving a blowjob. Sabertooth gazed down at Natasha lewdly and chuckled.

Of all the people here, I hate them the most.

Two tall, muscular women stood to the back of Mark as he sat behind a large desk that dominated the room. They’d been there longer than she had.

Okoye and Aneka practically soaked in Mark’s presence like reptiles in the sun. They were completely naked. Their hard, dark nipples stood at attention atop big black breasts. The clutched the large vibranium spears the Dora Milaje were so fond of, ready to kill anyone who threatened their god.

She almost envied them in a way. To be so wholly committed to a cause. To have such blind faith, even if that faith was built on the grotesque manipulation of their psyches. She hadn’t been like that for so long, her absorption into SHIELD marking the utter dissolution of her loyalties to her Soviet masters. Seeing the two women now, their faces beaming with naked awe as they beheld their king, she felt a certain longing to join them. Dark whispers from her time in the Red Room slipped into her thoughts.

Her asshole twitched.

Mark gestured with his hand towards the woman on his right.

Aneka smiled brightly. “I am yours, my God.”

She lowered her spear to the floor and moved between Mark and his desk. She sank to her knees, hiding her head from Natasha’s view. Lewd slurping sounds and feminine moans soon filled the room.

She pictured the lucky black woman worshiping Mark’s thick, huge cock and felt a spark of jealousy ignite within her chest.

Natasha’s pussy tingled.

“You must be wondering what I’m doing. I don’t mind talking about it. You couldn’t betray me even if you wanted to,” he was so calm. In control. The fact that a gorgeous female warrior was giving him a highly dedicated blowjob didn’t phase him.

“You’re looking at intel reports from the N'Charu Silema and trying to decide where to expand your influence next. Will you go after SHIELD?”

It made sense that her old agency would be on Mark’s shit list. They had sent her to kill him after all and would certainly try again.

“Maybe. They’re a little too spread out for me to take out in one decisive blow, even with Wakanda’s not unsubstantial resources at my disposal,” he lowered his hands below the desk. Aneka gagged loudly on his cock. “Jean could bring the entire Helicarrier under my control, but there are several nuclear subs that would rather bathe the area in atomic fire than allow SHIELD’s leadership to fall into my hands. I mean, I wouldn’t shed a tear if Nick Fury bit the bullet, but it just seems rather wasteful, especially since he could give me access to all of those gorgeous female Avengers and SHIELD agents.”

Her mind leapt to Maria Hill and Sharon Carter. The brunette and blonde were incredibly gorgeous and voluptuous, garnering nearly as many stares as Natasha did. She couldn’t help but imagine Mark subverting their wills to his own and turning the busty, highly skilled secret agents into his personal sluts.

He’ll probably **** me to help him accomplish that. I won’t be able to stop him.

Natasha’s pussy pulsed at the image. She clenched her thighs together.

“Not to mention the attention it would draw from the world’s powers,” she said calmly, her inner turmoil only barely suppressed. “Wakanda might be technologically superior to any other power on the planet, but not even they could weather a protracted war with the rest of the world. I have to admit that I’m surprised. You’re much more politically astute than I originally assumed.”

He rolled his eyes at her and lifted his hands. Aneka gasped for breath for but a moment before inhaling his cock again, slurping and sucking like the devoted sex **** she was.

“I’m new to the whole rulership thing, but thankfully I have people with much more experience than me making sure I don’t make another deadly mistake.”

Is that why I’m here right now? Or do you just want to humiliate me? Am I to be a trophy for you to display as a warning to anyone who would challenge you?

The door opened behind her.

“Ah, Ramonda. Just the woman I wanted to see.”

The Black Panther’s mother sashayed up to him to hand him a tray of freshly picked grapes and oranges. Her thick round ass jiggled as she walked. Her son followed dutifully behind her on all fours, utterly naked. His smallish cock was hard with arousal as he snuck glances at his mother’s prodigious juicy rear.

Natasha shuddered at the memory of T’Challa’s cock entering her. Of Scott Summers’ unimpressive dick occupying her mouth. She’d been used over and over again during Mark’s impromptu return orgy, all the while denied the pleasure only Mark could give her. She glared at him, green eyes alight with a burning fury that promised retribution.

“Thank you so much, Ramonda,” he said pleasantly, reaching out to briefly tweak one of the older woman’s nipples. She shuddered with pleasure. “And I see you’ve brought Chall with you. Has he been a good boy?”

The voluptuous, mature black woman grinned at her white king from ear to ear. It was as if merely having him address her was like winning the lottery. The sort that would set a person up for a thousand lifetimes. Not even Stalin had gotten such devotion, and he had been one of the most frightening men she’d ever met.

The former Queen Mother bowed low before him, presenting him with a wide view of her gargantuan breasts. They swung and jiggled when she shook her chest. From the way Mark stared at those matronly mammaries, he enjoyed the show.

Ramonda smirked cruelly as she looked down at her son, who nuzzled her thick thighs with his cheek. He smiled perversely as he touched his mother.

I wonder how much of that is natural and how much is part of Mark and Jean’s manipulation.

“Chall had a little accident earlier, my love.”

“Oh?” Mark’s smile grew. He leaned back in his chair, forcing Aneka to move with him. Natasha could just make out the top of her head as she bobbed up and down on his cock. The holographic display on the desk dimmed automatically. “What happened?”

The former king of Wakanda mewled in embarrassment, but was ignored. Natasha should have felt sorry for him, but the way he’d used her during the orgy had left her with just enough resentment to feel vindictive towards the broken shell of a man. Her ruby red lips quirked upwards.

The black MILF licked her lips. Her warm brown eyes gazed at Mark lovingly.

“Your other pet Shuri and I were discussing the possibility of bearing your offspring along with selecting other potential breeding servants from outside of the Palace. Your harem was so excited at the prospect that they could not help but recommend their own family members and friends for your personal attention. It was too much for Chall and he tugged on his little panther penis until he ejaculated on the floor,” she giggled. “It was such a small puddle, nowhere near as large as the load you deposited in my stomach.”

She placed a hand on her bare belly for emphasis and smiled wistfully.

“Heh. Yeah, I can see why that would be a problem. What would you recommend we do for Chall’s punishment?” Mark said.

“Hm. I suppose a weeklong ban on masturbation and ejaculation would do. Yes, that would do perfectly,” Ramonda said, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she reprimanded her son.

T’Challa mewled again in protest, but was silenced by a stern look from his mother.

“One more outburst from you and you’ll go a month without ejaculating,” Ramonda sighed and looked at her king. “Great Bast, if only I had a son like you. What a proud mother you would have made me,” she reached between her legs to spread her wet mature pussy. “I’d have doted on you and done whatever you desired like a proper mother. I’d have let you ravage me every day in any hole you desired. Perhaps you’d have chosen me for your queen and made me forget about my late husband. You would have given me a much more masculine son than the one I ended up with.”

T’Challa’s dangling cock pulsed, and he looked like he wished he could masturbate more than anything, but refrained from doing so in accordance with his punishment.

Natasha couldn’t help but smirk as a sense of satisfaction spread through her.

Mark grinned wolfishly at Ramonda. “Fuck, that’s so hot. I’m so glad I turned you into my personal MILF slut.”

“So am I, my King. You are so powerful. My pitiful will couldn’t hope to stand against you,” The older woman bit her lip.

“I know,” Mark said. “Why don’t you come over here, lie face down on my desk, and spread your asscheeks? Aneka and Okoye, you’re on cleanup duty. Chall, you can watch, but you’re not allowed to jerk off or cum.”

Ramonda squealed with delight. She strutted over to Mark’s desk and rested her upper body on the desk. She reached back with her hands to spread her generous matronly rear. Mark smirked and slapped her big black ass, eliciting a whorish moan.

“Thank you, my King,” T’Challa grinned lewdly as he watched Mark position himself behind his mother.

Natasha bit her lip. She badly wanted to play with her pussy. She wanted Mark to look at her, to promise her the pleasure he’d denied her since they’d left Genosha. It would have almost made her current situation bearable.

He pressed his thick cock against T’Challa’s mother’s pussy and pressed in.

“Oh! My King, you’re so big!”

The wide, dopey grin that spread across Ramonda’s face might have been comical had Natasha not wished she were in her position.

“Ugh,” Mark turned to look at Jean and Ororo. The two mutant queens of Wakanda grinned at him. “Jean, why don’t you explain why I’ve gathered everyone here.”

“Sure. Aren’t we waiting for one more guest, though, my love?” the redhead asked as she tweaked her left nipple.

“You should just call her down, Jean. She made it abundantly clear that she was willing to serve our King’s will,” Ororo said. The busty black woman slipped a hand between her legs to rub her pussy.

Jean smiled fondly. “I know,” she paused and closed her eyes. “She’s on her way now.”

As if on cue, a rippling dark red oval tore itself into existence. A woman in a tight, revealing red outfit stepped through. The oval closed behind her.

Wanda Maximoff surveyed the room before her gaze landed on Mark and the older woman he was currently fucking with reckless abandon over his desk.

“Yes, my King! Use me! Make me forget all about my husband and my children!”

The brunette blushed.

“Hey Wanda, good to see you,” Mark smirked at her and slapped Ramonda’s ass.

Wanda looked away nervously before glancing back at Mark. Her nipples hardened visibly within her outfit.

“I-it’s nice to see you too, Mark. Did… did you need me for something?” Natasha could have sworn she detected a hint of hope within Wanda’s voice.

“Jean actually has something she wants to tell us all. It’s… not the best news, but you should all be made aware. As my most valued servants, you all will be in charge of legions of my other servants in the coming months,” Mark groaned as he bottomed himself out inside Ramonda. The older woman’s big ass squished outwards against his pelvis. She let out a high pitched scream as she came, drooling onto Mark’s desk like one of the Purple Man’s mindbroken whores.

Natasha’s thoughts zeroed in on the last words that came out of Mark’s mouth, and from the way everyone in the room glanced at her, they had done the same.

Most valued… He… he wants me lead his other servants into battle?

She couldn’t help the way her heart leapt at the prospect of being subject to Mark’s praise. She tried to clamp down on those feelings as soon as she noticed them, but as was usual of late, her self-control slipped through her fingers. She smiled warmly.

Come on Natasha, you’re better than this. Damn that boy for making me lose all the discipline I worked so hard for.

“Yes,” Mark stilled inside Ramonda. “Effective immediately, Natasha Romanoff is cleared of all crimes against me, my servants, and Markanda. Her debt was paid in full to our dutiful guardsmen last night.”

There were mutterings of agreement throughout the room from everyone there except Mystique, if her glare was any indication.

It seems old hatreds can transcend thorough brainwashing. Unless this is all part of some elaborate plan by Mark and Jean to instill rivalries within his servants to make us compete over who is more productive.

Mark tensed as he came, spilling his virile seed into Ramonda’s unprotected pussy. The older black woman came again, her eyes rolling into the back of her skull as she collapsed onto the desk.

“Ugh… Black Widow, you may rise.”

Natasha felt herself stand at Mark’s beckoning, her obedience immediate and automatic.

“Thank you, Master,” she gave voice to her feeling of powerlessness. Of supplication to something greater than herself. It felt familiar, in a way. She knew that one wrong move would see her stripped of all authority and given to Mark’s soldiers to use as their sextoy. She’d do whatever it took to please him and prevent that from happening again. Her nipples hardened.

“Good girl,” he said, and her pussy gushed pleasurably. “Now Jean, you were saying?”

The busty redheaded mutant nodded. “Back when SHIELD and Magneto attacked us and Magneto successfully **** Mark, a… **** prevented me from interfering.”

“Don’t tell me…” Scott Summers made his voice heard for the first time. He stared at his former wife. “My Queen, why didn’t you say something?”

“What would it have mattered?” Jean retorted. “We were all devastated by Mark’s loss, Ororo and myself most of all.”

“Jean’s right. Letting everyone know about distant dangers would not have helped our King return to us,” Ororo said.

Wanda Maximoff watched the exchange with worried blue eyes. She’d moved closer to Mark as if to shield him from the rest of the room.

Already so protective of her savior.

“I don’t understand. What danger?” Scarlet Witch said.

Jean stared at her for a long moment.

“How much do you know about the Phoenix ****?”