Femslaught had both of Jean and Emma's memories and while she was entirely focused on making women into her fuckslaves, they each had a fondness for Scott Summers - like one would for a favorite pet. She didn't want to see her dumb male pet hurt, especially when it would please her so very much to solve his problem . . . her way.
Being made entirely of psychic energy had it's perks - she could manifest her physical form to enjoy luscious lesbian delights after she'd already done all the heavy lifting with her mind. In less than a second, she was at the scene of Cyclops battle with her future playthings.
"You naive idiots!" Mystique spat as she lay down covering fire that kept Scott Summers pinned behind the wreck of an SUV. "You really think you could win? With the power we wield?"
It was true that Scott seemed to have made a dreadful wreck of things. Colossus flailed uselessly at the illusions produced by Lady Mastermind, the pouty-lipped blonde smirking with delight at his idiocy. Wolverine and Lady Deathstrike were stuck in a stalemate, too overcome with hate and bloodlust to help their fellow fighters. Typhoid Mary giggled as she set a howling Angel's wings ablaze with her mind. Worst of all, the silly goose had just let Madelyne Pryor dig into Kitty's brain, making the sweet young thing writhe in pain.
That was HER job.
Femslaught smiled and ramped up the arousal of all the women in the fight. All that adrenaline began to pump in different directions, making nipples harden and pussies moisten as they fought.
Typhoid Mary shuddered and immediately lost focus, licking her lips and pouncing on the burning Angel instead of kicking him to ride his hips - the little slut was obviously begging for it, she thought with a smile.
The Asian beauty attacking Wolverine became disoriented, letting Logan strike Lady Deathstrike down. That certainly looked like it hurt - she'd have to kiss her and make it all better.
Lady Mastermind let out a surprised gasp and her concentration on her illusions wavered . . . monsters and phantoms becoming duplicates of Kitty Pryde in slutty lingerie instead, making the disoriented Russian suddenly more ready for love than war. The blonde licked her full lips eagerly. Good thought, nice initiative, wrong direction, Femslaught thought wryly.
Madelyn Pryor, well, that was simplicity itself. Femslaught knew this bitch inside and out and it didn't take much of a push to make her stop trying to kill Kitty and start trying to indoctrinate her into a brainless little plaything instead. Kitty's body aching for sex made it all so much easier for both women do her work for her.
Mystique, however, was made of sterner stuff. The arousal seemed to just increase her bloodlust. She'd be SUCH a delight to break . . . slowly.
"Come out quietly, Summers, and we might let you live . . . as breeding stock." she said huskily.
"What?" Scott said, puzzled. "Breeding what?"
With the astral equivalent of a pat on the head, she put dear, dumb little Scott into a deep sleep, along with the other men on the battlefield. Before anything could happen to them, she appeared in front of Mystique with a wide, predatory grin on her face and froze her future sex toys in place with a mere thought.
"Hello, dears. My name is Femslaught . . . and you're all about to become my first slaves. Isn't that nice?"