None of the frozen villainesses replied to Femslaught's question. She wasn't offended, after all her telekinesis prevented them from moving a muscle even to speak. Femslaught could have reached into their minds and frozen them with her telepathy, as she had disabled their powers, but then they wouldn't have struggled so sexily.
"Slaves," Femslaught repeated, enthralled by the sound of the word in her mouth.
Femslaught put her hands on Mystique's breasts, feeling and squeezing them through the fabric of the mutant's white dress. Mystique's nipples were already hard as a result of Femslaught's interference but the flesh was so delightfully soft. Femslaught pushed deeper into Mystique's mind. Mystique's clothes were only a manifestation of her mutant power and there... A hole opened above one stiff nipple and Femslaught began to tease it, rolling it between thumb and forefinger.
"You like that, don't you slut?"
Femslaught was lust and dominance incarnate. Her touch was pure sexual pleasure. Despite her anger and her fear, Mystique was beginning to pant in pleasure at her groping. It would be so easy to empty the mutant's mind of anything but the need for sex and obedience.
"But I have other plans for you, shape-shifter."
Reluctantly Femslaught dropped her hands and turned her back on Mystique to examine the other frozen women. Madelyne Pryor's eyes blazed with hate as her mind ferociously tested Femslaught's control. Madelyne stood over the prone form of Kitty Pryde. With Madelyne's attention suddenly torn away from her, the brunette X-Woman was groggily recovering from the psychic torture and then the mind-breaking need for sex that the Goblin Queen had been pushing into her vulnerable brain. That wouldn't do at all.
Madelyne's eyes went wide in shock and fear as the block on her telepathic powers disappeared, but at the same time she felt an irresistible compulsion forced into her mind. Femslaught released her telekinetic hold on Kitty as the Goblin Queen once more plunged into the young mutant's mind, dimming her genius intellect as she remorselessly fanned the flames of her victim's arousal. Madelyne Pryor found her own arousal growing only a little slower than Kitty's. Turning another woman into a brainless fucktoy was turning her on. Doing it because another woman was dominating her was turning her on even more.
Typhoid Mary straddled Angel's slumbering body, frozen in the process of dry-humping his hips. Lady Deathstrike was pinned to the hood of a car by the unconscious Wolverine slumped over her. Pinned by more than just his weight; an adamantium claw pierced her side and extended into the engine block beneath. Despite that her cybernetic healing factor was already repairing the damage to her cybernetic and organic parts. That left only Lady Mastermind standing near the fallen Colossus. Evidently the Russian was still having pleasant dreams inspired by her illusions, his pants straining to contain the bulge of his living metal cock.
"Kneel, slaves."
Once more Femslaught extended her telekinetic strength. Mystique, Lady Mastermind and Madelyne Pryor were forced to to their knees, Typhoid Mary was pulled off her unwilling mount, while with a screech of metal against metal Lady Deathstrike was extracted from where she was pinned before being dumped to her knees.
Kitty Pryde needed no forcing. Tongue lolling out and eyes bright with submissive lust she got eagerly to her knees. Then she began playing with her tits and rubbing at her crotch through her costume, purring in sexual pleasure.
Femslaught savored the emotions of the women kneeling before her. Their anger at their powerlessness, their fear at what she might do and the arousal that they couldn't deny. It was delicious. But there had to be a first. Femslaught examined each woman in turn, weighing their worth. But there could be only one answer. A woman who Jean and Emma had respected and antagonized and both had secretly dreamed of dominating and fucking.
"Come here, Kitty."
Kitty Pryde was once again little more than a brainless sex toy in a woman's body, desperately trying to jill off despite being too stupid to remove her own costume. But she could still respond to her name. Her attention turned from her own crotch to Femslaught, to her tits and her cunt. Eagerly Kitty Pryde loped over on all fours.
"Professor K? No, Pussy Pryde, lick my cunt."
With a joyous grin Kitty Pryde opened her mouth wide and rapturously kissed Femslaught's nether lips. Tongue licking wildly up and down Femslaught's slit before pushing into her cunt. Femslaught tasted amazing. Like corruption, like submission, like sex-slavery. Like everything Pussy Pryde knew was good.
In reward Femslaught tore open Kitty's costume, small breasts spilling out and cunt finally exposed. Kitty's fingers pushed into her cunt instantly, feverishly pistoning in relief after being denied so long. Instinctively she tried to position herself so the kneeling villainesses could watch her masturbate. Some part of her was aware she was degrading herself as she exhibited herself and it just made being a horny sextoy fucking herself even better.
"Pussy Pryde," Kitty slobbered as she shifted to circling her tongue around Femslaught's clit, the fingers of her free hand taking her tongue's place in her new mistress's cunt. "Good pussy."
Madelyne Pryor trembled on the edge of orgasm. This was her doing. This was what she had been made to do. Femslaught hadn't even touched Kitty's mind, it was all Madelyne's psychic touch. And it felt so fucking good to have done it and to have had it done to her. She needed to touch herself physically so badly, but she was still frozen, kneeling and watching. Like the other members of the Sisterhood of Evil Mutants.
Eventually Femslaught came in an explosion of psychic and orgasmic energy. Just the echo of it left the villainesses moaning eager to lick that incredible cunt.
"Lady Mastermind, Lady Deathstrike, entertain one another."
The Asian cyborg and blonde illusionist threw themselves at one another as soon as Femslaught released her telekinetic grip. Their minds weren't broken to obedience, but it made no difference. They were so horny. Kisses weren't enough, rubbing their bodies together wasn't enough. Lady Deathstrike's claws hooked Lady Mastermind's zipper with surprising delicacy, and with Lady Deathstrike in unaccustomed position on the bottom they began to feverishly sixty-nine.
"Typhoid Mary, come here."
Typhoid Mary trembled. Madelyne could sense the vicious violent Bloody Mary personality struggling to take control. But even she stood no hope against the tidal wave of arousal Femslaught was unleashing. On her hands and knees Typhoid Mary advanced towards Femslaught.Femslaught pushed Kitty's head away, and Typhoid Mary took it's place, swatting Kitty's hand away when it tried to steal back to Femslaught's fuckholes. Kitty mewled in disappointment. But it was short lived as Typhoid Mary pulled down her pants and her stockings. With a happy purr the X-Slut began licking a tasty new cunt. Typhoid Mary lapped eagerly at Femslaught's sex, barely aware of her own. Liquid ecstasy, addictive and corrupting was gushing from Femslaught. Erasing Typhoid Mary's will and leaving her eager to serve for the just chance at more.
"Mary, such a pretty mind. So many pieces to put together. Mary and Bloody Mary and Typhoid Mary, of course. Let's make, oh fuck, yes there! Let's make some improvements."
Fueled by the sexual charge of the woman whose mind she was fucking, Femslaught once more took control of the Goblin Queen's psychic powers. Femslaught began to shift and change Typhoid Mary. Others had tried to cure Typhoid Mary in the past, trying to make sweet Mary the dominant personality. Femslaught had other plans. Femslaught was built from the melding of disparate thoughts and memories. She understood how to merge minds instinctively. Now she turned that skill on Typhoid Mary. Not even conscious of what she was doing Madelyne Pryor was make to take the adventurous, licentious, lustful Typhoid Mary and combine it with all the hate of men Bloody Mary had ever felt, seasoning the combination with a little of both personalities love of violence.
The liquid lust and corruption Typhoid Mary was drinking from Femslaught's hot wet snatch, combined with the slave fucktoy Kitty's licking and fingering of Mary's cunt, to produce a shuddering wave of orgasms. Beneath the wave of incredible sensation a new Typhoid Mary was born, a lusty man-hating lesbian seductress.
"Madelyne Pryor, serve your mistress."
The Goblin Queen, twisted clone of Jean Grey, and fiercely commanding villainess ran forward on her hands and knees. Wrapping her hand around Femslaught's knees she pressed her face into the psionic dominatrix's cunt with heedless abandon. She came as soon as Kitty, the woman she had enslaved, pushed under her to allow Madelyne to sit on her face. Grinding her tongue into Femslaught's slit and her cunt into Kitty's slut face she barely listened as Femslaught monologued.
"In their haste how many have failed to defeat the X-Men or the Avengers? You, Madelyne, are my fall gal. My escape plan. My tool. You and your Sisterhood of Evil Mutant Sluts. If I am detected as I enslave the heroines and villainesses of my world, you will take the blame.
"Typhoid Mary will use her powers to seduce you one by one, and transform you into horny lesbians slut. If anyone investigates it will seem a natural product of her madness. And if they look deeper they'll find your telepathic fingerprints all over her libido.
"I won't make you my slaves. Yet. Instead you will make Kitty your slave. A bad kitty, a naughty pussy. And maybe you'll collect a few more sluts for me before I take you fully."
Femslaught used her telekinetic powers to give Kitty's ass, raised a little off the ground by arched legs as she continued to wantonly give Madelyne Pryor oral sex, a playful swat.
"Mystique, I hope you're enjoying the show."
On cue Kitty used a hand to spread her cunt wide for inspection, a single finger rubbing her clit.
"I thought you wanted my obedience, not my opinions?" Mystique spat as she felt the hold on her mouth loosen.
"Mystique, I want to break you so slowly. Patiently. So you barely notice yourself slipping into slavery, fighting every step of the way. That's why I'm going to let you remember all this. Why I'm not going to fuck you. Oh, you won't even admit to yourself you want it. That's what will make this fun."
"Isn't that dangerous?"
"Oh, you're used to working for mutants and godlings more powerful and dangerous than you. Biding your time till just the right moment. You won't betray me, darling, not till your victory is certain. I know you, I can see right inside your mind, dear. But the only certainty is my victory."
"No, I'll keep your secrets. For now."
"Yes, I know. I know everything about you. And you're such a sweet prize, shape-shifter. Every woman I want to enslave in one place. But denial will make your enslavement all the sweeter. Now if you'll excuse I need to cum in this bitches mouth. Uhh!"
Eventually the Sisterhood was expended. Fucked close to exhaustion.Femslaught was still horny, her need to fuck a constant blazing inferno in intensity. She stood over Scott Summer's unconscious form. Something stirred within her, some feeling she couldn't name or explain. It made her feel strange and uncomfortable.
"Scott, my silly little male pet. Maybe you should have some fun too... Yes, I think I know how to give you some fun. Sisterhood of Slaves, return to where you were when we met. With a few small changes."
Femslaught issued a few more instructions and then erased the Sisterhood's memories of what had happened. All but Mystique's.
* * *
A brief wave of disorientation passed over the battling mutants as they fought. For a moment Cyclops thought Wolverine was beating Lady Deathstrike and Typhoid Mary had abandoned her attack on Angel for a more amorous advance. Then the moment was forgotten as if had never been.
Instead Scott Summers watched Angel fell from the sky in flames, Typhoid Mary advancing with malevolence to finish him off. Wolverine wasn't faring any better, his sides pierced by Lady Deathstrike's claws as she gathered the strength to tear him in two. Kitty was writhing under the Goblin Queen's boot and Colossus was bewitched by Lady Mastermind. Only Scott was still in the fight. His optic blast should have been enough to smash Typhoid Mary or Lady Deathstrike out of the fight and bring at least one of his allies back in. But Mystique was uncanny in knowing exactly when to fire her guns. He was pinned down behind an SUV, helpless as his X-Men were about to be slain.
"Hold a moment, ladies," Madelyne Pryor called out with triumphant glee. Reluctantly Typhoid Mary and Lady Deathstrike paused. "Come out, Scott, and no-one has to die. At least not immediately."
Scott Summers was a tactical master. He weighted the options in only a half-dozen heartbeats. Then he stood, hands away from his visor in sign of surrender. Mystique's guns tracked his every more, but she didn't fire.
"Very good, Scott. But I'll need you to surrender a little more than your visor."
Scott could feel Madelyne's mind pushing against his own. He'd lived his whole adult life with telepaths, been their lover and trained with them. His mind was fiercely disciplined. He could have kept Madelyne out, not forever but for long enough. Another few moments of tactical calculation and Scott Summers lowered his mental shields.
"Oh, that's not what I meant. But it's a nice gesture."
Madelyne Pryor's smile was lewd as she stared at Scott's crotch. And lewder as she stroked the part of his mind that held his wet dreams and sexual fantasies. Scott remembered Mystique's strange mention of "breeding stock" as against his better judgement his cock stirred to life.
* * *
Colossus smiled as the illusion of Kitty Pryde approached him in the kind of revealing lingerie he only imagined she would wear in the most secret of his dreams. The brunette was even more radiantly gorgeous today, her smile so innocent as she rubbed against him.
"Katya, are you really ready--"
"Peter, I've never been so ready in all my life."
She rubbed her hand against his pants, Colossus groaning as his cock strained painfully against the fabric. Kitty got on her knees and began to kiss his dick through the fabric of his uniform, looking up now and then to smile and check she was making him happy. Colossus's grin must have looked like that of an idiot. Eventually she was stroking and kissing and his pants couldn't take it.
With a tearing noise the living metal monster of his cock came to attention, fourteen inches long and so wide he was afraid Kitty's small hand wouldn't be able to hold it. He had always been terrified of hurting her.
"It's beautiful," Kitty declared with tears in her eyes. Then she licked the tip, tasting the pre-cum leaking from it. Under Lady Mastemind's spell Colossus didn't think it strange at all when a second Kitty began to fondle and lick his balls, or a third to lick the shaft, even as the first began to bob her head up and down his colossal cock.
* * *
"Do you know how I came back from the grave? Without the Phoenix power that's rightfully mine?"
Madelyne asked the last with vicious bitterness. Her hatred for Jean was dangerously fierce. Cyclops kept quiet, sensing the question was rhetorical.
"I won't bore you with the details, but the answer is black sex magic." Madelyne Pryor thought she was telling the truth, unaware that her memories were Femslaught's fabrications. "But magic has its price and I'm still paying. And I need you to help with my current installment, husband. Lover."
Lady Deathstrike had a claw buried in Wolverine's skull keeping him unconscious. Kitty had a hand down her pants and was repeating over and over "bad Pussy needs a fuck, naughty Pussy needs mistress". Lady Mastermind was still focussed on Colossus whose living metal cock had torn free of his pants and was hard and jerking. Typhoid Mary had kicked Angel into a battered and bruised oblivion, clearly eager for more violence but restrained barely by Maddie's command. Typhoid Mary seemed to be weighing up Lady Mastermind and Kitty all too lecherously. The sex magic claim seemed dangerously plausible.
"Fuck me like our wedding night. Fuck me till I come like I did then, and all of you go free."
Madelyne's black thong dropped to the ground and she bent over the bullet-hole riddled hood of the SUV, bare ass towards Scott.
"Fuck me for freedom."
Her smile was devilish. Her pussy was divine.