Slowly, Psylocke felt the strength return to her limbs. She rose to her feet tentatively while she considered her options. With her powers dampened by the venom, she could not summon help telepathically. Even if she could, they were far closer to the Vengers' camp than that of her own tribe, and it was doubtful that help could arrive in time, especially as Ka-Rol would no doubt quicken her band's pace upon discovering Psylocke's escape. Trying to go for help by herself was obviously out of the question. No, she would marshal her strength and attack the Vengers, hoping that surprise would allow her to release Rogue and run. And if it wasn't and she was taken as a raid-slave once more, she would beg Ka-Rol to claim her, so she and Rogue could be slaves together.
The possibility of merely fleeing never even crossed her mind.
***
By the time Psylocke caught back up to the Vengers, her body had completely thrown off the effect of the venom; her powers were also beginning to return, but not yet fully. Even so, she was almost knocked backwards by an overwhelming wave of madness. Terrified for her lover, Psylocke threw stealth to the winds and put on all speed...then scrambled to a halt in shock at the scene before her.
Rogue lay on the ground, the whites of her eyes showing as they rolled back in her head, her face slack and flecked with spittle as she convulsed uncontrollably. Standing astride her was the Scarlet Witch, madness distorting her lovely features into a grotesque mask of lunacy. One hand was wrist deep in Rogue's pussy, the other mauling the captive's breasts. Standing before the pair was Ka-Rol, an equally frenzied expression upon her face, though like Rogue her eyes were rolled back into her head and drool dripped from her lips, showing that she was as much a victim as Rogue. She stood with her foot placed upon the back of Mystique in her guise as N'ta-Sha, and held Tigra up in the air by her neck, preventing them from seperating the maddened shamaness from her victim. the She-hulk, Brunhilt, and Jezka-Dru stood to the side in despair, appalled by this dishonor, but unable to act against their respective bond-mistresses.
Psylocke had no such restrictions. Marshaling her mental strength, she sent a telepathic probe into Ka-Rol's mind. As befit a warrior of her stature, the marvelous Captain's mind and will fought valiantly against the spell of madness placed upon her. it took only a little help from Psylocke for them to prevail. As Psylocke withdrew from her mind, Ka-Rol staggered backward and released Greer and the false Black Widow, who wasted no time pouncing upon Wan-Da, and were soon joined by Jen and Brunhilt. The Scarlet Witch tried to strike back at them with her power but Psylocke used what telepathic strength she had left against her. Weakened by the mental attack, Wan-Da could not the stop the four warrior women from binding and gagging her with the remnants of her own clothing.
Psylocke cared for none of this, rushing to Rogue's side. The convulsions stopped, and her tortured features settled as her eyelids closed beneath the weight of sleep. Yet a mental scan showed that Rogue's mind was not truly at rest; she had absorbed too much of Wan-Da's madness, and would not be herself for many moons. Tears ran down her cheeks as Psylocke clutched her lover to her bosom...until she was torn away and pinned to the ground.
"This was your doing, mind-witch! What did you do to my bond-mistress?" Jezka-Dru roared in her face.
"No, it was all Wan-Da," Ka-Rol said, rising to her feet. "In fact, Psylocke freed me from your bond-mistress' spell. Release her."
Chastened, the bond-slave obeyed. Ka-Rol helped Psylocke to her feet.
"You have my thanks mutant," Ka-Rol declared. "And may return to your tribe a free woman."
Psylocke nodded her head in acknowledgment, and said, "And what of Rogue? Will you release her as well?"
Ka-Rol's features hardened. "No. Even though you have given me a boon, I have suffered to much this day to return home empty-handed, especially with a prize so sweet."
Psylocke stiffened, then loked around her at the angry faces of the Vengers tribeswomen and bond-slaves. Even if Mystique were to forgo her disguise and aid her, she could not be certain of victory. Instead, she sunk to her knees.
"Very well. Let me become your bond-slave, Ka-Rol, so I may nurse my beloved back to health?"
Ka-Rol grinned. "I accept this offer, Psylocke."
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