Psylocke held the Scarlet Witch's head between her hands. The shamaness was naked now, the scraps of her ragged red clothes used to bind the mutant rebel formerly of the X-Tribe. Wan-Da's full and voluptuous body was completely exposed. Her nipples were stiff atop her full ripe breasts and from her partially parted pussy lips leaked the incontrovertible evidence of her body's arousal.
The Scarlet Witch's mind however was calm, enveloped in the smothering blanket of unconsciousness, as Psylocke brushed the other woman's auburn tresses back. Incongruously the Scarlet Witch still wore her headdress, the final remnant of her clothing only emphasising her nudity and vulnerability.
"Be swift, bond-slave," Ka-Rol commanded.
Psylocke could not help but notice the emphasis the Venger's captain placed on the word 'bond-slave'. Nor could the mutant mind-witch deny the complex emotions the word prompted in her: gratitude, submission, rebelliousness, shame and even the first flowerings of arousal and desire.
"Yes, bond-mistress."
It was rare for a woman to offer herself as bond-slave without long consideration. But for Psylocke there had barely been time between the idea's imagining, speaking and acceptance. The purple-haired ninja was still surprised and unused to her self-enslavement and the duties it imposed on her. Besides there had been no public ceremony yet.
Psylocke carefully did not allow herself to consider the false Black Widow.
Instead she felt her bond-mistress's impatient thoughts. The mental link between them was fading more slowly than usual, perhaps due to the same chaos magic Psylocke had created it to overcome. Ka-Rol was impatient to return to the Venger's home and more than eager to claim Rogue as her bond-slave.
Even now Ka-Rol's imagination was alive with thoughts of how she would demonstrate her superiority over the skunk-haired mutant who had twice before made the Venger's captain her raid-slave. Alive too with memories of their past couplings, when Rogue had claimed the obedient Ka-Rol's powers at a whim or ridden her raid-slave's body to orgasm, and of fantasies of the future where their positions would be reversed.
Psylocke's emotions were complex when she was called bond-slave, but she could not even begin to catalogue the emtions these memories and imaginings of Ka-Rol aroused in her.
"If I push too quickly I may harm--"
"You heard your mistress, slave. Be swift!"
Greer spoke, ordering Psylocke with an angry sneer at the naked shamaness's body. Ka-Rol pretended not to hear. The free-woman's grudge against Wan-Da was obvious. Behind her, where Psylocke could pretend to be unaware, Mystique was using her Black Widow disguise to comfort and whisper to a weeping Jezka-Dru.
"Yes, Tigra. I obey my mistress."
Psylocke pressed her fingers to the Scarlet Witch's temples and plunged her telepathic power into the madwoman's mind.
* * *
Rogue defiantly strode the edge of the ring of pounded ground. She had been raid-slave from the moment she had touched this earth, but the ceremony allowed her these last moments of dignity. She would be slave for four seasons but she was allowed to pretend a little longer, and by her ancestors and the spirits of the greats beasts she had slain she would make the gathered Vengers remember these moments.
"I am Rogue of the X-Tribe. My ancestors know no shame from my name."
Rogue held her head high and proud as she showed them the proud body and attitude of a warrior of the X-Tribe. If nothing else she would make each of these Vengers wish they had been the one to capture her and afraid they would have been unable.
"I am Rogue of the X-Tribe. I was taken in honorable battle."
Ka-Rol's bond-slave She-Hulk fussed over the leather straps about her mistress's thighs, while Valkyrie poured clear oil from a gourd onto the carved ivory. Ka-Rol had strangled the massive sabretooth tiger herself, gifting one of the beast's huge curved teeth to the winds of destiny and keeping the other ivory fang as a trophy.
Now though the fang had been cut short to remove its point and its remaining end was rounded and smoothed, it was still ten-inches long. Etched in a spiral that began at the base and reached a third of the way up the tooth were abstract carvings that represented Ka-Rol's proudest deeds. Tomorrow she or her bond-slaves would begin to add today's accomplishments.
Ka-Rol's ivory strap-on bobbed and glistened at her bond-slaves' attention, though she ignored both it and the bond-slaves to watch Rogue parade herself. Every Venger present now knew she had beaten her mutant rival and Ka-Rol was already exulting.
"I am Rogue of X-Tribe. I submit myself as raid-slave."
Rogue had reached the point from which she had begun her circuit of the Venger's arena. She stood with her back to Ka-Rol. Before her but outside the circle Captain Merica, the current leader of the Vengers, and the winsome Wasp and Rambeau who had each lead the Vengers and might again sat on a trio of crudely hewn thrones. The thrones were high, but Merica's was highest.
"Ka-Rol, do you claim Rogue as your raid-slave?"
Captain Merica spoke clearly, her voice carrying across the whole arena.
"I do. I took her in battle and carried her to my home. None could stop me. Now I claim her body, spirit and powers as mine for the length of four seasons."
"Do any here dispute Ka-Rol's claim?"
Captain Merica looked significantly at Tigra and Black Widow. As the free-women who had accompanied Ka-Rol on the hunt which had unexpectedly turned into a slave raid they were the only women who could honorably dispute Ka-Rol's claim. But the two women remained silent.
Satisfied the carved ivory of the dildo was well-oiled and the leather straps that held it protruding from their mistress's crotch were secure, Ka-Rol's bond-slaves retired to watch from the edge of the ring of bare earth. Only Psylocke stood with Ka-Rol, a pace behind her new bond-mistress.
"And who stands with you?"
Normally Ka-Rol would stand alone once her claim had gone undisputed. Captain Merica was frowning at Psylocke. She had expected the mutant woman to withdraw with the other slaves who had attended to Ka-Rol.
"She is Psylocke, my new bond-slave. She has offered herself to me that she might care to wounds to Rogue's spirit. I ask to make both women my slaves together as token of my intent to honor the agreement."
"Oh, that's so romantic," Wasp exclaimed and gave a delighted clap.
All three Venger leaders smiled happily as they understood Psylocke's expression of love for Rogue. Only the three women within the circle, Ka-Rol and her slaves, knew that it was only Psylocke's active presence in Rogue's mind that was knitting together the mutant's damaged psyche enough to take part in the ceremony.
"Then Ka-Rol, marvellous amongst the Venger's captains, take your prizes and prove to all gathered here that these women are your slaves."
"Rogue, I claim you as my rightful raid-slave." Ka-Rol cried out to the audience of the Vengers tribe.
Rogue turned with one last defiant flick of her long hair to face Ka-Rol, staring the Venger in the face. Then she lowered her eyes and knelt in the dirt of the arena.
"My honor makes me your slave, Ka-Rol. To use as you will for four season."
Rogue kissed each of the Venger's feet while Ka-Rol shivered in pleasure and anticipation.
"Shed your clothes, slave. Then on your hands and knees on the bench."
Quickly Rogue undressed, leaving only a few pieces of green and yellow fabric about her upper arms and legs like garters. Even as her clothes fell to the ground green-skinned Jen and blonde Brunhilt carried forward a high bench and set it before slave and mistress. Rogue clambered onto it, head towards the Venger's council and shapely ass towards Ka-Rol. Her big tits hung down as she presented her pussy to her mistress. Her thick pubic hair was twin-shaded exactly like that on her head.
"Psylocke?"
"I offer myself as slave till either of us breaks the bond between us."
Psylocke had already shed most of her clothes. Her breasts were smaller than Rogue's but round and pert. Now she let her purple thong fall to expose the whole of her body to her new mistress.
"I accept. Now make Rogue wet."
"Yes, mistress."
Psylocke knelt and pressed her face into Rogue's cunt. Psylocke loved the taste of it, loved the way Rogue shuddered away then pushed back as Psylocke worked her way into fleshy depths. Psylocke's fingers began to lightly circle Rogue's clit, stimulating it with gentle urgency.
After fewer than three dozen heartbeats, Psylocke's head was pushed aside and Ka-Rol's ivory strap-on began to probe at the entrance to Rogue's snatch. As she watched her lover being publicly penetrated, Psylocke continued to play with Rogue's clit with one hand and the other began to circle her own. Psylocke offered a silent prayer to the ancestors that she had been foresighted enough to have begun telekinetically and telepathically stimulating Rogue's body at Ka-Rol's first words to the council. Her beloved's beautiful cunt swallowed the dildo easily till even the carvings of Ka-Rol's boasting were kissed by leaking labia lips.
Ka-Rol leant forward as she pushed all the way into Rogue's ready cunt.
"I've wanted to fuck you for so long."
~I love you.~ Psylocke sent to Rogue. ~I will always fight for you.~
* * *
"Mistress! Mistress! Mistress!"
Rogue obediently cried out the same word every time Ka-Rol thrust inside her wet cunt from behind. Psylocke knelt facing Ka-Rol astride Rogue's thighs. Her fingers had worked their way under the leather straps of the Venger's strap-on and Ka-Rol's rhythm was growing uneven as the mutant played with her clit. Even as Psylocke sucked at Ka-Rol's breasts every now and then the Venger would pull out of Rogue altogether, denying the slave orgasm, and plunge the ivory dildo into Psylocke's glistening twat.
The gathered Vengers watched Ka-Rol fuck her slaves for long lustful minutes, hands straying to breasts and pussies barely covered by scraps of frayed uniform. Wasp was the first to grunt out in orgasm released by masturbating to the lewd scene before her.
"If there is no-one, uh fuck, uh no-one else to speak to the council of elders," Wasp began in a voice that didn't carry as she pulled aside her scanty yellow bikini bottoms to properly finger herself.
"I have a claim!"
Captain Merica pinched her clit hard through her tiny red-and-white loincloth and barely swallowed the moans as she came.
"Tigra," the captain called out, her voice still loud enough to carry round the arena. Without her customary respect she asked, "What is your problem?"
Even as Psylocke pulled an oiled finger from Rogue's ass and Ka-Rol positioned the ivory strap-on at the entrance Rogue's lover had just left, Tigra and Black Widow strode purposefully from the edge of the circle. Between them they supported the still naked Wan-Da, only the shamaness's feet freed from the bonds of her repurposed clothes. Jezka-Dru followed, looking tormented.
"The Scarlet Witch attacked us! But we defeated her and now I claim her as raid-slave."
Stunned by the magnitude of Tigra's angry claim - one Venger attacking another - the women close to the council ceased pleasuring themselves with frustrated groans. Black Widow took advantage of the moment to untie the green bikini bottoms gagging the Scarlet Witch's mouth. The Scarlet Witch took a long deep breath but looking dazed and confused she remained silent.
"It's a lie! Ka-Rol attacked them. She held Tigra in the air by the neck and crushed the Widow beneath her feet. It was Ka-Rol!" Jezka-Dru leapt to her bond-mistress's defence.
"But your bond-mistress ensorcelled Ka-Rol," Black Widow words slid in behind the Spider-Woman's without a second's pause as if she had been expecting them. "Isn't that right, Wan-Da?"
"Yes, that's right."
* * *
The sounds of the jungle surrounded Psylocke as she pressed her fingers to the Scarlet Witch's temples. But she no longer heard them. The totality of her power and attention was focussed on Wan-Da's damaged mind.
What she found surprised her.
The Scarlet Witch's mind was intact. As she sorted through the shamaness's memories she found it had happened even as she had been struck unconscious. The force of the blow and the amount of chaos magic she had dumped into Ka-Rol and Rogue's unwilling bodies had allowed the old Wan-Da to be reborn.
In the depth's of the shamaness's mind Psylocke considered what to do.
Scenes from Wan-Da's life played out around her in the theatre of the Witch's mind. Her pleasure as the White Queen and Phoenix took her virginity. Her rage as the X-Tribe outlawed her for the crimes of her father. Her happiness at saving Jezka-Dru and finding a friend and her first bond-slave. Her pride at being found worthy to join the Vengers and join her first tribal orgy. Her fear of her interpretation of the omen before the Baxter Tower. Her insanity as she attacked Rogue and Ka-Rol.
The Scarlet Witch had attacked Rogue, had fisted her and mauled her, had hurt her mind. For that there would be consequences, sane or not. Wan-Da's reborn mind was still relearning its psychic defences. She was no more match here and now for Psylocke's power than a newborn child.
Psylocke filled the Scarlet Witch with a thin copy of her love for Rogue, spreading it wide to encompass all mutants. It was impossible to predict how it would interact with the Witch's existing hatred, but Rogue would be safer. The Scarlet Witch would love her in some way.
From that love Psylocke built guilt, till it crushed reason. The Scarlet Witch would crave punishment for what she'd done to Rogue. Again it might not last but Psylocke was confident there would be consequences.
Finally Psylocke found the seed of submissive love and lust that her bond-slavery to Ka-Rol had planted in her mind. She could not kill it, wasn't sure that was even honorable: surely a bond-slave should crave her mistress's domination? But she could transfer it, buy herself some time while she figured how and whether to keep Mystique's secret.
"Is it done?"
Ka-Rol was ready to march. The column was ready to move. The Scarlet Witch had taken Psylocke's place strung beneath a stout sapling.
"She will give no trouble, bond-mistress."
"Good. Let us make haste. We have delayed enough."
* * *
"You don't deny it? You attacked the Black Widow and Tigra without provocation? Then they bound you and carried you here?"
Captain Merica spoke as if unwilling to believe the questions coming out of her own mouth.
Her naming of the two Vengers making the claim was almost drowned out by Rogue's wordless cry of pleasure as Ka-Rol pushed the carved and curved ivory all the way into her slave's ass. Rogue had raised herself up a little and Psylocke had slid in underneath to begin licking at Rogue's leaking pussy. When Rogue had the presence of mind to return the favor it would become a sixty-nine.
"It's all true," Wan-Da admitted. She still sounded dazed but her attention was focussed entirely on the lesbian sex beside her.
"No, you don't understand--"
"Silence, a bond-slave cannot gainsay the words of three free-women."
Merica shook her head in angry disbelief.
"Have you nothing to say in your defence, Wan-Da? You are a shamaness, surely you had your reasons."
"No. No, I-- Winds of destiny it's so beautiful. Look at her, she's so beautiful when she's being fucked."
The Scarlet Witch watched as Ka-Rol withdrew the ivory from Rogue's ass and poured more oil over it. Which woman she was speaking about was unclear.
"You are condemned by your own words." Merica spoke slowly and loudly. "You forfeited the protection of the Venger's tribe when you attacked Black Widow and Tigra. And now you are here, in this circle, as raid-slave. Let none speak against this. You are property for four seasons."
Silence fell over the gathered Vengers, the only noise the slurping of Rogue and Psylocke as they licked each other's pussies. Even Ka-Rol had stopped to hear the sentence.
"I renounce my slave-debt to the Scarlet Witch," Jezka-Dru spoke with quiet fury.
"You were free the moment she became raid-slave," Wasp spoke kindly.
"And I offer myself body, spirit and powers as bond-slave to the Black Widow."
The Spider-woman began to shed her clothes as she walked over to a smiling Black Widow. Only the sharpest eyes would tell that the Black Widow's surprise was feigned. But amid nudity and sex no sharp eyes watched her.
"I am the Scarlet Witch. I was taken in honorable battle. Please fuck my naughty pussy hard for four seasons. Fuck your raid-slave."
The Scarlet Witch bent at the waist with her feet a pace apart. Already obviously aroused by Ka-Rol fucking Rogue and Psylocke she simply moaned in submissive pleasure as Greer pushed two fingers into her dripping snatch. The Spider-Woman fell to her knees and pulled aside Black Widow's dark loincloth to begin the process of gifting her new mistress oral pleasure. Tigra rapidly added fingers till her fist was pistoning inside the Scarlet Witch and her free hand began to spank Wan-Da's ass.
The Scarlet Witch cried out in pleasure with the abuse. In her imagination it was not Greer's furred hand inside her pussy, the pussy of a wicked witch who deserved to be punished, but Rogue wearing gloves of green felt. The same soft downy gloves she wished were spanking her naughty rump. Ever since she had awoken she had been intoxicated with lust at the thought of the mutant. She remembered the smell of Rogue, the grip of her tight-stretched pussy about her fist, and she wanted her.
Whatever rumours and songs would emerge from the strange events within the Venger's arena there were barely whispers now. Instead the gathered tribe forgot for a time the unwelcome surprise of the Scarlet Witch's treachery. Instead, except for unlucky sentries, they watched as three free-women fucked four other women into slavery.
* * *
Black Widow had agreed to keep an eye on Jezka-Dru on the march back to the Venger's camp. The Spider-woman's loyalty to her mistress seemed unaffected by the Scarlet Witch's sudden descent into madness. Now no-one entirely trusted her.
"If they find her guilty--"
"No, no they won't. The Vengers won't!"
"If they do--"
"I'll make them pay!"
Spider-woman looked round, suddenly afraid that someone might have overheard. But the Black Widow had kept a careful eye on their companions. No-one was within earshot.
"If they do?" A question now.
"If they do then, yes, I'll do it. I will make them pay and I'll become your bond-slave, Mystique."
Mystique smiled the Black Widow's mysterious smile. The naive thought a shapeshifter's challenge was to hide undiscovered, but the wise or experienced knew the true challenge was knowing when to reveal oneself.
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