The room was quiet, almost ethreally so. The walls were perfect, unstained white. It was entirely empty except for a red velvet chair and a mirror. Wanda Maximanoff, the Scarlet Witch, stood in front of the chair, facing herself in the mirror. Her eyes were glazed over completely. She faced herself, but she saw nothing. Her hair fell down her shoulders and rolled along the nape of her neck and her back. Her costume had been removed, replaced by a white one-piece bodysuit that clung to her voluptuous body and hung over her curves. It was utilitarian, but not much more.
You are good at what you do, said the voice of Set in her head. It is pleasing to see that you're adjusting yourself so well to this new life.
"I'm your wife," she said. "And this is our honeymoon, isn't it."
As you like.
"No," Wanda said. An idea occurred to her. "Taking over the world, that's our honeymoon. It will be. And we will be so, sooo powerful, you and me, baby. Ooh. I like that, Set. I like that so much..."
Conscious of her own heavy breathing, Wanda reached up to pull a lock of ruby red hair out of her eyes. She wound it around her finger and tugged, feeling her own heat. Her thighs tingled.
Around one of them, a baby snake began to wind his way up along her upper leg.
They marched into the suburban L.A. home like professionals. One kicked open the door. The other two ran immediately to their stations. One ripped the phone line and security system out of the wall, the other slapped a strange electronic device on the wall, slammed her palm on the button.
There was a momentary surge of electricity. Then everything in the house went dead.
"Are we secure, Marvel Girl?" said Jennifer Walters, the She-Hulk, opening her trench coat and taking out the semiautomatic.
Jean Grey took a glance at the device. She peeled off her own trench coat to reveal her street costume: a full-body spandex suit that was completely red, with yellow gloves and boots and two day-glo yellow stripes that crossed her body in an X and met in the crux of her breasts. Her shoulder-length hair looked impeccably layered, smart and taut. When she stood straight, her body looked sleek and shiny, the kind of curves that could lead men to their deaths.
That was good.
That was just what she had planned.
"Where is she?" She-Hulk's long green fingers drummed the muzzle of her gun nervously. The occupation of her mind always came with side-effects. Usually, his presence in her mind brushed against the pleasure center of her brain and just made her horny as hell. Today she was on edge. She looked down the hall almost frantically. "Did we get him contained?"
In an instant, a human form shimmered into existence directly in front of the She-Hulk. Taller than any human, and with exaggerated bodily proportions so her breasts easily swelled bigger than any normal woman's head, Jennifer Walters could intimidate even superhumans without trying. But when Sue Richards, the Invisible Woman materialized, her face almost level with She-Hulk's elbow, looked unfazed.
"He's contained," she said.
The Vision, the Avengers' trusted robotic hero, looked almost perfectly human. Except for his red skin, blank gaze, and, beneath his skin, the thousands of wires running like veins through his body. Complicated enough to power a planet. More powerful than any of us could think about.
And they had just neutralized him.
She-Hulk faced him, one hand still on her gun, the other flat against her body. Her palm pressed against her hip. She was wearing the same clothes that she was when Set had first liberated her mind, a pink t-shirt and short running shorts with a dark purple bodysuit beneath. The android Vision sat there, totally immobile, his eyes wide open.
"This fucking creeps me out," said She-Hulk. "He can see us, he knows we're here. He just can't move."
She wanted a cigarette. She wanted a cigarette.
She leaned down, looked him straight in the eyes. "Wanda, you bitch. You married this piece of machinery and you made us work with him every day. I don't know what you wanted him for, but I sure can guess." She pitched her body forward, to him, rubbing her palms up and down his muscular, leotard-clad legs. Through the spandex he felt like a real man. Only neater.
"Shouldn't we be bringing him back already?" piped up Dagger, the youngest Bride of Set. She had followed them at a safe distance behind, so as not to screw up the reconnaisance. She was even still in her old costume -- a one-piece sky-blue bodysuit, with the outline of a cut-out across her high, perky breasts and down to her bellybutton. She looked tenative and nervous.
"Can it, baby," She-Hulk said. "Set will get his due. But first we can have some fun." She reached down between his legs. "Oooh. Three guesses what the Scarlet Witch saw in you."
Vision stood.
In a second, he was standing straight up, and Jennifer was on the floor, her lithe green body spread below his feet. He kneeled down. His hands were coming for her and his grip could crush solid metal. Then She-Hulk saw a blinding blue flash and Vision was frozen, solid, in the kneeling position.
"You need to take care, Jennifer," said Jean Gray, her arm extended out past She-Hulk's head, brandishing the electric detonator. "That was a close one. Our demon-lord might have been displeased."
"Yes," Jennifer said, thoughtfully. "But he wasn't, was he?"
The former Marvel Girl said nothing, and just offered an angry stare.
"The disturbance must not have been localized the first time," said the Invisible Woman helpfully. "But this time, I really think we got him."
It certainly appeared so. The android was frozen, mid-position, on the floor. He was in a crouching motion, his hands outstretched and his ass high in the air. Jean was readying a portable version of the electric neutralizer to snap onto the Vision's forehead. When she lifted his head back, it moved easily, without her forcing it, and stayed in place.
Jean held his chin. She traced out the shape of his face -- his cheekbones, nostrils, his massive forehead.
She-Hulk watched Jean work. She held onto the Vision's wrists, taking in his body head-on. It really was a prime hunk of man, she decided. He would be well-equipped for use as a pawn of Set. And, She-Hulk decided lustily, Set would be even better equipped to use him.
Sue walked over and touched Jennifer's bare green forearm. "Why didn't the Scarlet Witch come with us on this mission?"she said. "As Vision's wife, she would have been the ideal one to put him out of the way."
"Emotional attachment," said Jean, clamping the device to Vision's head with an air of finality. She looked deep into his eyes.
"Because he might remind Wanda of her old life," Jennifer explained, touching her hand to Sue's. "We wouldn't want Wanda to ever question her loyalty to our cause, would we?"
"Mmm," Sue nodded her agreement.
"They used to be equals. But now," Jean elaborated, "he belongs to us."
"Really, this time?" Dagger moved slowly into the room with them.
Jean wrapped one arm around his chest. She spun his inert head around, and kissed him deeply on the lips. The kiss lasted for several minutes. His lips parted easily, and Jean's big ruby lips worked on his inert mouth savagely, swallowing everything there was.
She broke away, wiping her mouth with her forearm, and walking over to Jennifer.
"Ooohh," she said. "I'd say he works."
"Now at least we understand why Wanda kept him on as an Avenger," Jennifer said, looking at him haughtily.
"Come on," Jean said. She tugged on the She-Hulk's hand. "You try."
"Hmmmm," said Jennifer, feeling her bodysuit get just a little wet from the idea. She looked at the android intriguingly.
"I think I will," she said.
Jean Grey, almost reluctantly, took her hand away from his rock solid cyborg ass.
Jennifer tossed her long curly hair back, stepped up to him. By now the Vision was standing straight up, and he was every bit as tall as she was. She started to kiss his unresponsive body, the same way that Jean Grey just had.
But She-Hulk had other things in mind. She wrapped one voluptuous leg around him, pressing her entire body up against him. She-Hulk's body was tall and exaggerated, almost a cartoon of a Victoria's Secret model. Her waist was so small. Her breasts were big, so big that she occasionally had trouble kissing the men she was after.
But she took hold of Vision's head. His basic human reflexes must have still been active, because his head bent forward just the slightest bit. And she took advantage of that, opening her mouth wide, playing with his tongue until she got it stiff and pointed open.
Her foot, meanwhile, bent Vision's leg forward into a V. She had all but impaled herself onto it, digging into his ass a little with the sole of one high heel. His body was dead, immobile, but he was still warm, and Jennifer felt that warmth. It made her nipples grow hard, poking through her bodysuit and her shirt. It was a holy kind of heat. It reminded her of Set, of her servitude, and of the servitude which she would impose on the world.
It made her so fucking horny.
She reached down with one hand through his shorts. She always thought it was ludicrous how so many male superheros wore briefs like this. But it was so much easier to tell what they were thinking. She could feel Vision's dick, and it wasn't hard to put her hand all the way around it. Mmmm. This was the way she liked men -- eternally hard, and big enough to be on the same scale as she was.
"Are, umm, are you okay?" Dagger asked. "Should we not be doing this?"
"You are such a girl," Jean Grey said. "Honey, you need to grow up a little."
"Then quit talking," She-Hulk said, grinding against the hardening Vision. "Why don't you work on him a little too?"
A sly, almost wicked smile crept across Jean Grey's face.
She came over there herself, bending one of Vision's hands into an extravagant position just beneath waist-level. She spread his fingers wide. He had big, chubby, juicy fingers.
Jean licked her lips in anticipation. She automatically started toying with one of her gloves, ready to take it off, but then she stopped. She could already feel her uniform getting wet between her legs. The uniforms were created especially by Professor X to allow for maximum dexterity and agility. The day that he'd first presented her with the uniform, he had specifically instructed her: You are not to wear anything with this uniform, not on top of it, not underneath it.
Nothing? Jean asked, a twinkle in her eye.
Professor X had replied, humorless as always: Nothing.
But Jean had always noticed his eyes trailing after her whenever she left his office. She had a solid, beautiful ass, and it didn't take the most brilliant mind on the planet to see that.
That didn't matter anymore. None of that mattered anymore. The images going through her mind as she grinded her way into an erotic frenzy, none of them were of human men. They were all of Set, her demon lord.
Jean Grey stared at Vision's hand in front of her. She wasn't even touching it yet. Her fingers darted just on top of her pussy, with her uniform fabric atop it. She hadn't even started yet.
Invisible Woman and Dagger stared at her.
She-Hulk, moaning in the depth of kisses, was lost in her own world. She was grinding her thighs against the Vision's body.
But Jean remembered that they were all sisters, they were all queens. They were going to share in the bounty.
So she grabbed Dagger's arm.
Dagger was young and still partly innocent and fully trembling. Jean could feel it through her wrist. "Don't -- don't touch me!" she yelped.
It was instinctive. Jean could feel it with her psychic powers in Dagger's mind -- she was partly afraid by the sudden, new submission, and the power that came with it, and she was partially aroused out of her mind.
Her mind was so young and fresh and unspoiled. Jean liked floating around in it. She squeezed Dagger's brain, and Dagger reacted instantly.
"Oooh...mi--milady, what are you doing?"
Jean wrapped her hands around Dagger's hips. She slowly began moving her toward Vision.
"Come on, Dagger honey. You're feeling so tortured and pained. Don't you want to clear up the confusion?" Her hands kneaded slow knots in Dagger's hips, slowly moved around to her ass. She kept kneading. Her fingers felt so good. Jean's fingers and her mind were unwrapping the pain into relaxation. Involuntarily, Dagger shuddered heavily. She leaned back into Jean's hands.
"That's right, baby. Now you're easy, honey. Now you're relaxed."
"I am relaxed," said Dagger calmly.
"Get her over here!" She-Hulk commanded.
"Mmmm," said Dagger, groaning with each swoop of Jean's fingers over her. She lay her own hands atop Jean's and moved them forward, to the slit in the front of her costume. She wasn't sure whose hands ripped the slit longer and deeper, until there was enough room to access all of her, but both of them were participating. "Oh Jean," Dagger said, "Oh, Jean. I'm so glad we're both queens..."
"Yes. You are," said Jean, "aren't you."
And with one sharp motion, she threw Dagger onto Vision.
His hand was outstretched already, and Jean had to do so little work to get Dagger on. She planted the girl firmly to him, his hand directly in the middle of her crotch. And as soon as she got there, Dagger went wild. She gasped and cried and clenched her hands around his arm. It was like a needle in the vein of her cunt. The girl felt so aroused and she didn't know how to hide it, not even a little bit. She pulled Jean close. She bit Jean's ear, licked it because it was so fucking warm and good and gummy. "What do I do?" she said.
"Just ride," said Jean.
"And what about you?"
She-Hulk leapt onto Vision, wrapping her long, slender legs around his neck. His tongue was in an outright position.
"Yiiiiip," she yelled. "Oh god, Jean! I need this so bad!"
"Ooohh," said Jean, "not as bad as I do."
Jean tore off her costume. She started at the neck. Her breasts, thin and angular, popped out, their ruby nipples pert and solid. She had been aroused for quite some time and this was the moment she'd been waiting for. Her one-piece unitard fell to her knees and she leaped on Vision, too, seizing that penis and impaling herself onto it, her yellow go-go boots grabbing Vision's ass and thrusting him against her time and time again.
His dick banged against the walls of her crotch. She was instantly wet. And, ohh, it felt so great. Dagger reached over, trying to hold on more. One of her hands grabbed onto Jean's breast, holding on so tight. She felt the hardness of Jean's nipple. She sought it out with her mouth, getting it between her lips and surrounding it with her tongue and pressing Vision's unmoving finger right into her G-spot, ramming it again and again.
Jean rode Vision like a horse. He was eternally hard, and his plastic-like skin felt almost like a serpent's. That was pleasing. Set was with her all the time in her mind. He loved the double domination of Dagger. Make her want that robot's hand, he told Jean. Press her harder into her cunt.
Jean leaned against Vision so hard, she wanted to feel every inch of him on her naked skin. Her blood was so hot. She felt She-Hulk's bare ass against her head. She was sucking the life out of Vision's tongue with the lips of her cunt. Her hair flew all over the place. There were generous mounds, wavy curls all over Jean's face.
"Omigod!" Dagger screamed. "Omigod, Jean! Milady, I need to come!"
Jean's eyes narrowed. Little fires swelled inside.
"Not. Yet."
"Yes," She-Hulk gasped. "Yesssss, Jean!" With one fluid move of her strong thighs, she spun around so she faced Marvel Girl head-on. Her massive green hips sandwiched Vision's face, grinding back and forth in fast waves. She grabbed Jean, and forced her to match She-Hulk's own fast, ready rhythm. She grabbed Jean's breasts with a force, pinching her tiny nipples between two fingers each. She pressed her head against Jean's forehead.
"Come on, Jean."
"Nnnnf," Jean said. She felt that massive unmoving cock in her. She-Hulk's huge breasts pressed against her chest, hot and sweaty and livid.
"Let her come, Jean."
"No. She needs to hold it," Jean grunted.
"Make her!!"
"Noo!!" Jean shook furiously on Vision's hips. She was so close herself.
"Fuck yes!"
She-Hulk seized her in a huge, radiating kiss. Her tongue dove straight into Jean's throat and sucked the life out of her. Her huge lips surrounded Jean's whole face. Greedily. Anxiously.
Jean shut her eyes. The moment she opened them, she saw the Invisible Woman in a corner, her uniform in piles around her, bright green lingerie in disarray as she worked on herself furiously.
"Jean!!!" screamed Dagger, livid. Her tits flew up and down, up and down, milky white.
Jean's mind seized her completely. She had control of every nerve in that girl's body. She seized the orgasm muscles and made Dagger come for every drop of fluid she was worth. At the same moment, She-Hulk came with a fury, and Jean felt her body open up and take Vision's whole shaft into her and let it all out in one huge scream.
She collapsed, spent, onto the floor.
Dagger came over and massaged her shoulders and back, helping her up. She-Hulk was already pulling her clothes back on, as was Sue, who was quite satisfied herself.
"Now all we have to figure out," said Jean, straightening her trench coat over her naked body -- the uniform around her ankles was in pieces, she figured, and not worth saving -- "is, who's going to carry him home?"