Alyssa had been a lesbian fifteen minutes ago - at least she had thought she was a lesbian. She also had thought she'd never use her shapeshifting powers to make herself more than modestly pretty, on account of how any shapeshifting changes she made to her body were permanent - but that was before Master told her to become what he wanted.
She had thought a lot of things several minutes ago but now? Now, thinking was getting so hard. Just like the cock in her mouth.
Master's cock.
The big purple-haired beauty was right though - it made her headache stop. It made her worries that she was now the property of a man disappear. All the hard thoughts went away. All the fear went away. All that was left was love . . . and lust. For Master. Her sweet, powerful Master.
She felt her newly long red hair being pulled by Master's firm hand and mewed like a kitten as she felt her mouth being pulled off of him but did not resist. She must never resist Master.
"Well! Bloody good job on the shifting." Master said, looking her over as she knelt before him. "You could be Jessica Rabbit come to life. Not sure if I want to finish on those giant knockers of yours, your big beautiful ass or in your hot little pussy."
She shuddered in delight at his praise. It made her pussy so very, very wet.
"Fuck Master?" she said, half-questioningly and half-hungrily, turning around and raising her ass in the air like a bitch in heat, presenting herself to him. She'd never been with a man before but Master was different. She had to fuck and love him, always, forever.
"Yes, I believe I will." Master said in a low, lusty tone before plunging his thick cock deep into her dripping snatch, making her scream in delight.
"Oh! Oh! OH! OHHH!" she moaned with each of his hard thrusts, giving herself to him completely. "OHHHH, MASTER! FUCK!"
Psylocke smiled as she watched Master fuck his new slaves. She knew Master loved sexy slaves. Since he had not ordered her to do anything specifically, the dimwitted Amazon trotted over to the other two girls and put on a show with them for Master while he fucked the redheaded mutant. The blonde and brunette gasped as Psylocke strode between then and slid one of her powerful hands into each of their pussies. The girls sunk their faces onto each of Betsy's enormous jugs and began sucking on a nipple each, per the fuzzy but irresistible image in their minds, while Betsy finger fucked them hard.
Master laughed low and delightedly as he fucked Alyssa and watched the show. Life was good.
***
Weeks later, Master (he'd either stopped thinking of himself as anything but that due to Psylocke's less than subtle psychic sledgehammering or just stopped caring to use his real name) had refined the Alchemist's formula. Psylocke's amplified mix of powers now included telekinesis as well as telepathy and she had, without consciously meaning to, tweaked Master's brain - making his synapses fire faster, his body produce growth chemicals, his cells reduce fatigue. In less than a week, he'd become the tall, muscular vision of manhood Psylocke saw him as in her mind but with the addition of a genius level intellect. The only downside was the increased libido but there were plenty of "assistants" to help him with that.
"Bunny!" he barked. "Bring me that green hypodermic needle."
The unbelievably busty redheaded shapeshifter who had once gone by Alyssa but now went by the more appropriate "Bunny" picked up the "green needle thingy" as she thought of it now and wiggled over to Master in her skintight vinyl nurse's outfit.
"Here, Master!" she giggled, placing it down on the tray next to him and his new test subject. "It green! Bunny do good?"
Master chuckled. He wished Psylocke hadn't made the first new playthings quite so stupid but it was still sort of adorable.
"Yes, Bunny did do good. You may suck me off as a reward when I am finished with our new experimental subject."
The redhead's eyes lit up and she squealed in delight. There was nothing more wonderful than getting to suck Master's cock! She sank to her knees next to Master and let her F-cups pop out of her vinyl nurses' outfit with a tiny tug of her zipper and licked her pouty lips over and over again while staring at his crotch.
The woman on the titanium lab table groaned as she woke up, shaking her head fuzzily, throwing her platinum locks into dissary.
"Ungh . . . my HEAD. Where? Who?"
"A fine way to greet your husband in the morning, dearest."
Silver Sable blinked. For the first time in weeks her pounding head was clear and she saw the man in front of her who went simply by Master without an uncontrollable, giddy teenager's love overwhelming her thoughts. Her mouth went dry as she recalled the last few weeks. She remembered him walking into her palace after having hired her to capture Psylocke weeks before and then . . . she loved him. Loved him beyond words, beyond thoughts. The icy, controlled princess who only ever used men for her pleasure simply had to be with him, please him, fuck him until she could take no more.
A rush of memories. The humiliating, head-over-heels way she fawned over his every word. The way she'd signed away her hand in marriage and total rulership of her kingdom to him without even a second thought. Letting him fuck her hard in the back of her silver Rolls Royce while paparazzi took shots through the windows, her feet squeaking against the glass. Leading his dozens of sluts in strip aerobics class instead of training a group of highly trained mercs to take down soldiers. The world watching her marry him in a wedding dress that was better suited to a Las Vegas showgirl than European royalty. Posing stark naked for Penthouse in whorish make-up instead of her usual high fashion magazines because "her man wanted the rest of the world to see exactly what they weren't getting!". Worst of all, the honeymoon - if you could call a non-stop orgy with a harem of other women for his amusement a "honeymoon", then thanking him pathetically when he "honored her" with his cock.
"You- YOU BASTARD!" she snarled. "I'LL KILL YOU FOR THIS!"
Master simply laughed in her face.
"Not likely. Let me explain your new station in life, my dear. I can just say two words and you'll be reduced back to my fawning nympho trophy wife. Also, you're a bit restrained if you haven't noticed. Pure titanium. And also, you are quite delightfully naked."
He flicked one of her pink nipples playfully.
Sable struggled and forced herself to get control of her emotions again.
"So, I'm what- myself again because you want to taunt me?"
"Not at all, my dear. You've an intellect again because I've sent my secret weapon out of the room and I need your mind clear for the tests I'm about to conduct on you."
Sable glanced over at the hypodermic needles on the silver tray beside her new "husband". One was clear, one was blue, one was red and one was green.
"What are those? What do you plan to do to me? You've already shattered my reputation and taken my kingdom - what more indignities can you inflict upon me?"
Master smiled.
"Oh, quite a few, actually. It seems your being such a coldhearted bitch didn't really endear to many people. Your few friends in the superhero community came running but they've been dealt with already and your numerous enemies want to see you even more humiliated than you've already been. And wouldn't you know it?"
He picked up the clear syringe.
"As it so happens, I've been perfecting serums to change women's minds and bodies permanently - serums that will make me even wealthier than the funds of your meager kingdom have already. I have had splendid results using each serum individually, mostly on your female employees, but I've never tried mixing them. I'm fairly certain combining these serums will make you into the nympho bimbo you've merely been induced to behave like permanently, along with increasing your already impressive curves to shameless porn star proportions. But, as this is science, we must proceed carefully. Some of these are temporary, others permanent, but I think combining them shall make all of the changes permanent. Let's find out together, eh?"
He moved to the left. To Silver Sable's horror, a camera was held above them, filming her as she laid shacked to the metal table, utterly nude and helpless.
"Also, each of my buyers wants to watch for themselves as the high and mighty Silver Sable gets reduced to a top-heavy strumpet who cannot think beyond the needs of her own pussy and is so meekly obedient that she'll blow the mailman if he so much as raises his voice to her."
She struggled against her metal bonds but it was utterly futile. The former princess shook with rage and fear.
"Now then - which one to start? Ah, yes, I think we'll administer . . ."
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