When a woman of the X-tribe claimed a new slave, the ritual of bonding ended when the slave orgasmed. The Vengers tribe demanded the new mistress provide more vigorous proof of her domination. Psylocke had always found that ridiculous, but she was starting to come around to that point of view, as she came for...well, she'd lost count of the orgasms she'd had. Ka-Rol was as skilled in the arts of love as she was in the arts of war, and the things she was doing to Psylocke with the ivory dildo were simply amazing. Unfortunately, she showed no such courtesy to Rogue, and the rough treatment given to her beloved greatly decreased her own pleasure. And so, she decided to put an end to this. Marshaling her psychic strength, she reinforced Rogue's sanity as best she could and then sent herself into unconsciousness.
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Ka-Rol began to withdraw the ivory from Psylocke's pussy and prepared to once again ram it into Rogue's ass. But then the purple-haired mutant collapsed, her eyes fluttering closed. With one of her slaves fucked unconscious, Ka-Rol had proved her dominance and now the ritual was over. All of a sudden a wave of exhaustion struck her and she sat down on the ground. Jen and Brunhilt rushed forward to tend to their mistress, but she rose to her feet, and waved towards the leather straps around her thighs. The She-Hulk knelt to untie the strap-on, looking at ti with longing eyes. So did Brunhilt. Ka-Rol laughed.
"Go ahead," she said. "You may share it." With smiles on their face her two bond-slaves, set to licking the ivory clean. Ka-Rol suddenly became aware of her own uncleanliness; her thighs coated with her pleasure, the rest of her skin sodden with sweat. Suddenly she thought of her days as Rogue's raid-slave, how she had been commanded to clean mud and blood and filth from the skunk-haired mutant's body with her tongue and hair, transforming what should have been an act of pleasure into one of degradation. She would repay that humiliation now.
"Jen, Brunhilt, take my new bond-slave to my tent and make her comfortable. When she wakes, I want you to make her welcome. Make sure she understands that I expect my bond-slaves to love each other almost as much as they love me."
She turned to Rogue, "You will accompany to the baths," she said. Rogue started to get to her feet, but her new mistress pushed her back down.
"Oh, no, no walking for you, 'sugah'," she sneered, imitating Rogue's own drawl. ""Walkin's for women. Worm's like you get ta crawl.'"
Rogue winced, remembering when she'd said those words to Ka-Rol. She'd been a different person then, a far worse person. For years she had regretted the things she'd done...now she was going to pay for them. And so as Ka-Rol strode off towards the bathhouse that had been built for the captains of the tribe by Toh-Ni, the Iron Woman. Rogue followed behind her, struggling to keep up while on her hands and knees.
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Jezka-Dru tried to ignore everything around her, focusing all her attentions on Mystique's pussy. It looked like N'ta-Sha's, but the taste was different, or at least, she thought so. It could be that the difference was in her head, but she hoped not, For it was only a day ago that she had feasted on her friend's womanhood. Jezka-Dru prayed to the Spider totem that that had been the true Black Widow; if N'ta-Sha had been replaced earlier and not yet fought free, she was likely dead.
Then she heard Tigra roar in triumph. Despite herself, she looked over and saw the free woman hold up the hand that had been inside Wan-Da's pussy, slick with the juices of the former shamaness' orgasm. Greer delicately licked her hand clean and reached around to fondle the Scarlet Witch's magnificent breasts, while her tail replaced it in the other woman's pussy.
Mystique must have noticed, for she moved suddenly, throwing the Spider-Woman to the ground and joining her there, entangling their limbs so that it was hard to see where the mistress ended and the slave began.
"Paitence, my sweet slave," she whispered in Jezka-Dru's ear. "You will have your revenge in time."
Jezka-Dru said nothing, instead taking her mouth to the shapeshifter's imitation of N'ta-Sha's voluptuous flesh. the mutant's treacherous nature blinded her. She thought the vengeance Jezka-Dure sought was against the Vengers; not so, for she loved the Vengers like her own kin. No, her vengeance would fall upon the mutant mind-witch that she was certain was the true cause of her beloved mistress' downfall...but only after she uncovered the fate of her sworn-sister...
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