Reunion

The dark red energy field around Mystique dissipated with a fizzle. Experimentally, she moved her arms and legs and found everything was in working order.

Then she noticed the figure slumped against the ground with the insane bitch Wanda Maximoff crouched over him.

“Master!” she cried, hurrying over to Mark. Her blue bubble butt jiggled underneath her loincloth as she ran. She shoved Wanda out of the way and felt his neck for a pulse. “Thank god,” she let out a sigh of relief after she found his going strong. She smiled as pride swelled in her chest. Her master was so strong.

She heard Black Widow and Sabertooth surround her and Mark protectively, scrutinizing Scarlet Witch.

Mystique looked up at the younger woman, who seemed equal parts apprehensive and relieved.

I was surprised back when Erik announced that Wanda would be joining the Brotherhood. She must have been brainwashed the entire time she was here. But if that were the case, then why did she attack her father?

“What happened to him?” she asked Wanda.

The dark-haired woman smiled. It was a fragile thing, as if even the slightest breeze would wipe it off her face forever.

“Mark…” Wanda looked at the teenage boy fondly. Her eyes shimmered with tears. “He saved me. My father no longer has any control over my mind. I’m free.”

Hm. I didn’t know my master could eliminate brainwashing. There is definitely much more to him than meets the eye.

“So he was controlling you,” Black Widow said. The redhead still wore her torn outfit, baring her large breasts to the world. Mystique licked her lips, wishing she could suckle on them and the nibble and chew on her nipples until she screamed. But now wasn’t the time for that. “I guess that explains why SHIELD was stumped when you joined up with Magneto. Your psyche profile and personal history suggested that you had human sympathies and despised your father.”

“Ah, yes. I never intended to join the Brotherhood, but my father was scared of me. Of what I can do. He was afraid I’d stop him,” she turned her head to glare meaningfully at the destruction she’d wrought upon the forest. “He was right.”

Sabertooth grumbled and bent down, gingerly picking up his master. Scarlet Witch looked like she wanted to help out, but backed away when the burly mutant growled at her.

“Enough talk. I can hear something coming. I think it might be our ticket out of here,” he said.

Wanda piped up. “I’m coming with you.”

“Like hell you are, bitch. You’re the reason my master was injured,” Sabertooth bared his fangs at her.

Mystique put a hand on his shoulder, urging him to back down. Sabertooth sighed and nodded. It seemed that her authority over Sabertooth had extended into their mutual enslavement under Mark.

She hoped her master eventually grew to trust her enough to give her more authority over others. She’d lived for a long time and had forgotten more about managing other people than most individuals alive would ever know.

The blue-skinned woman licked her lips and reached a hand down to softly graze her clit. A mere day ago she would have been disgusted at the ideas swimming though her head, but now she imagined dedicating every part of herself; everything she knew, had, and was capable of to serving her master with no expectation of reward or acknowledgment. Oh, she dearly desired her master’s attentions, but her devotion to him was far more important than that.

I’ll do whatever it takes to serve him like the lowly **** I am.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a dull metallic hum that reached her ears from above the trees. Moments later, a sleek silverish craft hovered into the clearing at about twenty feet off the ground. A ramp lowered from the bottom of the craft, revealing two women dressed in risqué vibranium armor that showed off their ample cleavage. One had pale skin and crimson hair while the other had dark skin and long, ethereal white hair. Mystique recognized them immediately. Behind them, several tall, dark-skinned women waited in the bowels of the craft, clutching large spears. They glared at Mystique with intense dark eyes and Mystique knew that they would be trying to kill her were she not under her master’s sway.

The two women in front hovered down from the craft under their own power and touched down in front of Sabertooth.

“Mark,” Ororo Munroe gasped and immediately moved to check over her **** king and husband. Her hands trailed over his body slowly, reverently, as if it were a sacred relic of her religion. “A pulse, thank god.”

She turned to Jean Grey. “Is everything okay with his mind, Jean?”

Jean’s emerald eyes were rife with concern as she answered, “There’s… there’s something different about his psyche now than from when Magneto took him from us. His brainwaves have changed somewhat, but he seems to be alright. He’s having a very intense dream about all the women here serving him sexually. He currently has you bent over a balcony in the Royal Palace as he fucks you hard for everyone to see. Myself, the Dora, and Mystique, and Black Widow are mashing our breasts up against him and taking turns making out with him. Scott and T’Challa are in the background jerking their little dicks in the background like good cucks.”

Ororo smirked and licked her lips.

“Delicious. We’re going to give him the best, most debauched orgy ever when get him back home,” she said. “It’ll make the romp in the royal bedchambers seem entirely mundane by comparison.”

Jean grinned lewdly. “Yes, that’s definitely something I can get behind, along with pretty much every fertile woman in Wakanda. But let’s get him home first. I’ll levitate everyone into the plane and we’ll be off.”

“What do we do about her? She’s the reason our master is ****, but she says she wants to come with us,” Mystique piped up. She gestured to Wanda Maximoff, who seemed to be trying to make herself as small as possible.

Ororo and Jean’s eyes widened with recognition.

“Wanda?” Jean asked.

“Hi Jean. Ororo. It’s… nice to see you two again,” the black-haired woman nervously crossed her arms over her chest, pushing her large breasts upward.

“What did Mystique mean when she said you’re responsible for Mark being ****?” Ororo asked. Her hazel eyes narrowed at Wanda and she adopted a combat pose.

“It wasn’t her fault,” Jean said suddenly. All eyes turned to her. She continued, “At least, she doesn’t believe it was her fault. Regardless, she saved Mark when Magneto was about to kill him. I think she’s earned the opportunity to explain herself on the way back to Wakanda.”

Ororo nodded, her posture loosening.

“Alright. Now, I think we’ve spent more than enough time in Genosha,” the dark-skinned woman said. “Let’s bring our king home.”

Consciousness returned to Mark slowly. He blinked his eyes open to find himself facing a dark gray ceiling.

He gasped and tried to bring his hands in front of him, expecting to see a hunk of metal wrapped around his wrists.

Two warm bodies held his arms down securely against the small bed he was currently lying down in.

“Jean? Ororo?” Mark took in the sight of his first and most valued servants. The two women were practically molded to his sides as they cuddled with him under the blanket of what looked to be a medical bed. He could feel their big, naked breasts as they mashed against the bare flesh of his chest.

The two women stared at him and smiled.

“You’re awake. We were so worried, my King,” Ororo said softly. She kissed his chest.

“But now you’re with us again,” Jean said. She lowered her eyes. “You’re safe, Master. I… I promise I won’t fail you again like I did in Wakanda, but if you’ve had enough of me, I-”

He gave her a peck on the lips.

“Enough of that,” he said. “You did the best you could and you managed to help save me from Magneto. That’s all that matters. You and Ororo have made me very proud.”

“T-thank you, Mark,” the gorgeous older redhead blushed.

Ororo smiled warmly at him. Her cheeks were tinged red.

He shifted his hands underneath the two women and grabbed their asses, squeezing their soft flesh.

Jean and Ororo gasped and moaned, surrendering utterly to his right to do whatever he wanted with their bodies.

“Where’s everyone else?” he asked.

“Ugh…” Ororo pressed her big black ass into his hand. “Scott and Shuri are piloting the plane while the Dora led by Okoye are watching over Mystique, Wanda Maximoff, Sabertooth, and Black Widow in the cargo hold.”

“Wanda’s here?” Mark asked.

His thoughts returned to the beautiful woman who’d saved him from Magneto. The woman he’d somehow purged of her own father’s brainwashing.

How did I do that? I remember looking into her mind and seeing all that foreign programming there like it was second nature to me. What exactly am I capable of?

Mark’s other sense registered something new. A presence somewhere near him. It felt like his skin was near something that was statically charged.

“Call Wanda in here for me, Jean. It’s time we had a real discussion,” he said.

“Yes, Mark,” Jean nodded. She pressed herself against him as he continued to play with her asscheeks.

A few minutes later, Wanda Maximoff entered the small medical room, flanked by Okoye and Aneka.

Mark grinned at the sight of the buxom, dark-skinned women. They looked so fierce and beautiful and the way their eyes gazed at him worshipfully made his cock twitch.

“My King, it’s great to see you again,” Aneka purred and bowed, exposing her expansive black cleavage. It seemed that only her discipline as a Dora prevented her from kneeling between his legs and taking his cock down her throat.

From the way Okoye licked her blowjob lips and gulped audibly, she felt the same way.

“My Dora sister speaks for the rest of us,” the hardened warrior woman gave him a lustful grin. “Please tell us how we might serve you, my Master. My King. My God. Your Dora sluts will do anything you desire.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, sluts. Now get naked and make out and finger each other while I speak with Wanda,” he said.

Okoye and Aneka hurried to obey, shedding their clothes and exposing their big dark breasts and round asses to everyone in the room. The two Dora mashed their tits against each other and began to kiss, slipping their tongues into each other’s mouths. Below, Mark saw his two slaves reach between the other’s legs to play with their drooling pussies.

Wanda gaped at the two women making out in front of her before she turned her blue eyes to Mark and she noticed how Jean and Ororo were cuddled against him.

She blushed.

“T-thank you for saving me, Mark,” she said softly.

"Ahn," Aneka gasped when Okoye deepened their kiss.

“How did I save you?” he asked.

“When my… when Magneto heard of my refusal to join the Brotherhood of Mutants, he didn’t take it well. He brainwashed me into being his obedient weapon. Every time I tried to get free, I’d be struck by the most horrible pain imaginable.”

Mark nodded. “That’s why you were crying after you hit Magneto with that blast…”

“Yes,” Wanda muttered. She looked down, her eyes glancing at the area between his legs. “Anyway, I’m free now. Thanks to you.”

“What do you want to do now, Wanda? You could have teleported yourself anywhere on the planet. Why did you want to come with us?” Jean asked, her eyes observing Wanda curiously.

The dark-haired woman swallowed nervously.

“I wanted to repay you for everything you’ve done, Mark. Whatever I can do, whatever you need, it’s yours,” she said. “I know what you’re capable of, Mark. You’ll bend me to your whims eventually, and I’m prepared for that. I only ask that you treat me with care and that you love me,” her eyes watered with unshed tears.

That’s… rather sudden. I mean, I’m happy such a powerful and gorgeous woman is fine with me controlling her, but I’m worried about how messed up she might be because of what Magneto did to her. What if she loses control of her abilities and hurts Jean, Ororo, or any of my other servants? Guess I’ll have to watch her closely, then.

“I promise,” he said. Strangely, he found himself meaning it.