The X-Men Strike Back, or at least Recon

Betsy was more than uncomfortable.

Psylocke had known this mission would be bad but she was seriously having flashbacks to the dark days of her mental domination under the Mandarin. She’d been his personal brainwashed assassin and harem-girl. But that never to be sufficiently damned bastard honestly had nothing on this Mark Williams. She gazed at the hologram stretched across one wall of the tavern, not quite able to believe her eyes as she watched the young mutant expel his seed into a young woman, her similarly cream-pied mother and twin sister right there beside her.

“The minds around me seem normal. I can’t detect psionic influence even though I know their thoughts aren’t natural. I could remove the obviously wrong belief that Mark is their king but that is their base state. If my control was wiped, they’d go right back to believing he’s their own personal god.” She reported, speaking confidently, her words transmitted back to the X-mansion by undetectable means passing through a different dimension. One of either Beast or Forge’s inventions. None of the denizens of this Wakandan watering hole paid any attention to her casual speech to herself due to her mental commands.

Though her efforts were probably unnecessary as they were all watching the hologram with absolutely rapt attention. The majority of the black men in the room were openly masturbating to the show, all of them wore condoms, save for the fat man fapping into his mug. One of the waitresses refreshing drinks was also happy to take disgusting filled condoms and hand out new ones. In one corner a waitress was being taken from behind as she gazed at the display with worshipful eyes. The Image Inducer about Betsy’s wrist was producing a hologram of a non-descript Wakandan male, robes open and cloth underwear down around the ankles, completely average penis sticking out from her crotch. How crazy was it that, that image was what allowing her to blend in?

Can you sense no mental traces of Jean’s control? asked Professor X in her mind.

“Oh I’ve definitely found her fingerprints all over their minds. That’s easy. I can disrupt her stuff easily enough so long as she’s not paying attention. I’m not sure it’s worth bothering with. It’s mostly remnants. She passes through every once in a while….”

That’s fine answered Xavier No sense in alerting Jean at this point

“I think I’m going to hurl.” Sounded Logan’s burly voice, “Can we just smash in and pull Jeanie out already?”

Gambit chuckled darkly, “D’at seems like a bad idea, no? Mon ami, Jean and Storm and Cy will fight us like damn gaters in the bayou, yea?”

“We’ve got to do something!” exclaimed Jubilee plaintively, “We can’t let this total douche get away with this!”

“We aren’t gonna, sugah.” Came Rogue’s voice, “But we can’t do this half-cocked. We ain’t careful, all we’ll do is feed more people to this sick bastard.”

“Kurt and Emma stand ready to extract our dear Betsy in the Blackbird beyond the border.” Commented Beast’s cultured voice, “And so long as she remains in the far outskirts of Wakanda, it is highly unlikely that we’ll lose Betsy to this newborn mind-controlling mutant…”

“True.” Offered Colossus, “It is also true that we mustn’t let this villain free reign upon our comrades. And we must not forget too that an entire nation lies subjugated. We must defeat this Mark and free the people of Wakanda along with our friends.”

Psylocke watched Mark stand up, that very real cock still hard. It was no mental illusion. It really was that huge and impressive. The small family was led off stage by a pair of scantily clad male servants, even as one of Mark's brainwashed red-caped guardsmen led a long line of naked women on to the stage, his long dangling black cock slapping against his thighs as he marched with precise steps. She snarled inwardly and looked away from the hologram, the sudden fantasy bursting into her mind of piercing the evil bastard's temple with a psy-knife and turning his brains into so much slurry. Marshaling her will, she focused on the task at hand, speaking, "I don't know how we do that without striking Mark first. We'd need him to remove his programming himself from the population. Professor, maybe you could fix these people but I certainly can't. Not and make it stick for long. Especially with Jean backing him up."

"Yea. That shit can wait." growled Logan and she could practically hear the snikt snikt snkit of his adamantium claws sliding in and out of his hands in barely contained frustration, "The only way we win is if we hit this punk permanently and steal back Jean and Ororo."

"And Scott..." added Beast knowingly.

"Yea, him too." continued Logan with a bit less enthusiasm.

"Okayokay! So what do we do? This is so awful!" exclaimed Jubilee.

"Indeed it is." remarked the professor, "It is terrible and we will act, I assure you, to end this new mutant menace. We will save our teammates, our friends just as soon as we can. But first, we must take every precaution to ensure we are successful on our first attempt and that means gathering as much information as possible-"

There was an outburst from Logan at this point, he loudly swore and destroyed some machinery, his strong feelings, his love for Jean quite clear.

Betsy ended the call then as the signal was garbled with shouting voices. They would contact her again soon when things calmed down. In the meantime, she had to do her best to gather intel no matter how distasteful it all was.

Wanda wasn't really sure what to do with herself.

Her apartments within Markanda's palace were enormous and palatial, far better than even the expansive rooms that her father had given her back in Genosha. She had a whole host of dark-skinned servants devoted to serving her. Two of Mark's Royal Guardsmen were posted at the doors to her suite, ready to defend her with their lives and apparently also serve her sexually with their big black cocks should she desire it. It was a bit concerning that her young benefactor thought she interested in such things, but given his own proclivities she supposed that she shouldn't be surprised. Mark was a very sexual being. She'd known that when she'd spied the futures in which he saved her from Magneto's mental chains.

Her instincts, for once, had been true and he hadn't instantly attempted to bind her to him as another super ****. For that and his freeing her, meant she was eternally grateful. And she meant to repay him.

To that end, she decided to once again try her hand at scrying for Mark's enemies as none of those actively working against him had any magical defenses against such.

She slipped off the massive bed and cupped her hands to breasts, still not used to their sensation of their jiggling movement when unsupported by a bra or anything at all actually. Markandans were a people without a nudity taboo and their country's lovely climate allowed for clothing styles that were more about decorating one's genitals rather than concealing them. When she'd asked, the palace's staff had quickly supplied her with a modified version of her usual outfit. She wasn't used to it and felt more than a bit embarrassed when she went out in it in public, but she had decided to do her best to make this place her new home and accepting Markandan fashion was an easy way to signal that. It was fortunate that she had such large perfect beautiful tits worthy of being so brazenly displayed.

She walked over to the arcane circle she'd inscribed onto the floor before the open doors to a truly expansive balcony that looked out over the beautiful city, a jungle beyond. She took her place in the center of the pentagram within the circle, floating into the air within the currents of mana that erupted into being at her command, the five candles at each point lighting at once.

Wanda concentrated and marshaled both her personal energies and those of the world around her, ignoring those of dimensions beyond as she had no interest in attracting the attentions of Lord Dormammu or Mephisto, not to mention the likelihood of alternate Marks distracting her efforts would be high. Ten minutes passed as the spell-work bent the order that was existence into a chaotic mass that she could paradoxically discern knowledge from. Previously, she had spied her father calling his Acolytes together to secure his position and strike back against Mark as well as Nick Fury's machinations as he reached out to various superhero teams to enlighten them as to the threat of a newborn mutant super villain taking over an entire country. Now she felt her powers reach out and establish a connection with another being. There was a moment where her magical will met that of another, and like so often was the case, the other side did not contest the field, lacking any magical abilities whatsoever.

With her eyes, she saw another place, a bar that was obviously Markandan based on the occupants. She could see Mark's 'Royal Celebration' taking place in a hologram that they were all watching and pleasuring themselves furiously to. Humans being made to feel nothing but satisfaction and sexual pleasure didn't bother Wanda, there were far worse fates as she well knew. What did concern her was that there was an enemy of her savior within the very borders of Markanda and she was suddenly focused complete attention upon her task. She wanted to prove her worth to Mark and this was exactly what she'd had in mind when she'd set herself to this goal, providing him something his legion of super-powered minions could not.

She cast True-Seeing as the image in her mind provided no clear enemy and suddenly Psylocke was sitting at a table where a Markandan man had sat before. Her identity was unmistakable, an outrageously curvy figure barely contained by her midnight blue skin-tight sleek leotard that collared her neck and yet left her shoulders, arms, and the vast majority of her hips and potently muscular legs bare with with bands around her arms that turned into long gloves and similar bands on her thighs with high boots. The costume was all tied together with a red flowing sash around her waist. Not to mention her beautiful Asian face with long shiny mane of purple hair.

Wanda gasped and did not hesitate. She was very aware that Mark along with the majority of his powered guardians were quite distracted with the royal celebration. That Psylocke was here, could only mean one thing, an attack by the X-Men was imminent. She summoned a portal and pulsed through, ruby cascading energy flowing wildly around her clenched fists.