Yuriko Oyama, the former Lady Deathstrike, was dressed very traditionally Japanese, with a highly colourful kimono tied with a bright obi. Her face was covered with thick white make-up with bright red lipstick, and a complicated, elegant hairstyle full of pins. She looked like an expensive geisha.
Yuriko was massaging Mink's dainty little white feet while the tiny sissy daydreamed with his long ivory cigarette holder between his lips. She felt a strange urge to kiss those perfect little toes, but didn't. Yuriko knew her place as Mistress Mink's handmaiden, and also knew that she was inferior to the rest of Mink's servants. After all, she didn't have a dick, and so couldn't be part of the harem. Her job was to serve them all. All of Mink's husband were gay, so they would never think of touching Yuriko. Which was frustrating. Yuriko hadn't had any sex in a long while. Everyone was too busy worshiping Mink and she could never touch herself without permission. It seemed so improper!
Suddnely Mink scented the air, licked his lips, and smiled.
"Mistress Mink?"
"Mmmm, I sense Scott Summers," he cooed. "Time to add another husband to my harem."
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"UHHHHHH!" Storm moaned as she pumped her giant shaft. She continued to spurt, her thick cum falling down like rain on Titties' collapsed body.
She heard the sound of clapping behind her.
Storm turned to see the former Jean Gray leaning against a tentpole, clapping her hands. The tough-as-nails chola was smoking a cigarette and grinning at her old friend.
"Who d' fuck yo?" Storm asked.
"Roja Renix, baby," she laughed, giving her fiery red hair (clearly dyed) a toss. "Da toughest, baddest, hottest chola dyke in town. Dat's one fine black she-salami ju got dere, Dere one thnk Roja Renix likes, chica, it some badass black or brown lady know how to treat a white gringo beetch."
She blew a plume of smoke at Titties' barely conscious body.
"Hey, I's making a new dyke gang. We gonna raise all kinda hell. Want in, chica?"
Mesmero was trying to figure out what to do. He needed to--
"Senior Mesmero!"
A tall, vivacious figure in a giant black wig and gleaming dress burst in.
"You and Senioretta Masque make my dreams come true. You will make me the naughty headmistress, jes?"
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Meanwhile, Reed Richards was sensing some very unusual energy manipulation.
"Hey, Ben, what to do you think of this?" he said, gesturing to the machine.
"I have no idea what that doohicky is saying, Stretch."
"Well, I think it bares investigation."