The Wasp finished speaking, finished telling Matthew
about her many female teammates over the years. Matthew lay in silence
for a few moments, enjoying the massage he was being given by the Scarlet
Witch. �I think I shall have to have words with Moondragon, uppity bitch,�
he said, finally. �Or, rather, I think I�d enjoy making her what she despises�
a total slave.�
Carol Danvers came to a halt beside him, wearing a French maid�s outfit
and a collar, the nametag CAROL engraved on one side and PROPERTY OF THE
MASTER, as Matthew was now styling himself, on the other, and holding a
silver platter � once the property of the Avengers' butler, Jarvis � which
bore a cut-crystal glass of whisky next to a bottle with an unpronounceable
name; one of the best brands out of Scotland. The glass already had a measure
in it.
�Thank you, Carol,� Matthew said, taking the glass and smiling.
�Yes, Master,� Carol replied, blankly. She retreated to the corner
of the room, still bearing the platter. Matthew watched her go, her backside
swinging in a manner which wasn�t calculated to arouse but might as well
have been. He reconsidered his pronouncement on Moondragon.
�On second thoughts� I�ll make her less than a slave.� His smile widened
to a grin, a grin appreciative of his own humour and of the changes he
knew had taken place in his code of honour. �She shall be a slave to my
slaves.� He looked back at the Wasp � her face frozen into blank immobility,
she having not been brought back to consciousness yet � and amended the
amendment. �Those of my slaves who will appreciate it, that is.�
He stroked the underside of the Wasp�s chin in a bored manner, just
above her own collar, one which resembled Carol�s in every way except for
the name, which was JANET. Still no response. He watched his own hand,
idly, as it slowed to a stop, then snorted. �Here I am treating you like
a pet, Janet,� he said. �Well, we all know how inaccurate that is. Unless
you go for a Bardot-style �sex kitten� moniker. Still, I think� yes, I
think we should get a cat for the mansion, don�t you?�
Felicia Harding dropped lightly onto the rooftop of one of New York�s
largest department stores. What was going on, she didn�t know. But there
were clearly intruders of some kind on the top floor, and she happened
to patrol this area when no-one else did. She could hardly shirk her duty
now; so saying, she picked the lock on the lift maintenance door and made
her way down onto the top floor�
� and felt inhumanly strong arms lock around her midriff, hauling her
off the floor and carrying her across to a shadowy corner, in which a figure
of darker shadow waited. Felicia looked down for a moment and saw that
the arms around her, though feminine, were green. That could mean only
one person; She-Hulk. Who was supposed to be one of the good guys; an Avenger,
for God�s sake!
�H-Hey!� she spluttered. �Look, I know I used to be a crook, but I�m
on your side now!�
�Oh, I doubt that,� came a voice from the shadows.
Matthew stepped forward into the light. �You see, right now Jenny Walters
is under my control, and technically I�m on the side of villainy. I have,
after all, defeated the Avengers and two teams of mutants, one government-controlled.
Therefore Jenny is technically a villain and, if you�re no longer a crook,
you cannot be on her side.� Jenny had stopped; now Matthew stopped also,
just outside kick range from the Black Cat. He smiled. �Apart from which,
she is, as I said, under my control. Her purpose is to serve me, her side
is me and her fellow slaves. Are you on that list? I think not,� he continued,
his smile now a mirthless grin. �Or not yet, anyway,� he said, smiling.
�I never will be,� Felicia spat. Matthew looked down absently at where
the spittle had landed. He took a handkerchief from his suit pocket and
dabbed it away.
�You really should use logic rather than emotion with this sort of
thing,� he said, gently. �I took the Avengers. I took two teams of mutants.
Jenny has you completely trapped. Enslaving you will now be rather more
simple than taking candy from a baby; babies tend to fight back. Perhaps
not well, but they are capable.�
�So am I.�
He held up a small device which bore a remarkable similarity to a mobile
phone. �After I press this button? I rather fancy��
>KLIK<
��not,� Matthew concluded.
My name is Felicia Harding. I am the Black-
My name is Felicia Harding. I am Master�s obedient fuckslave. Nothing
else matters.
Felicia purred. She stalked through the mansion on hands and knees,
back arched. Now she wore nothing but a collar. The collar read KITTEN
on one side and PROPERTY OF THE MASTER on the other. For Felicia now believed
herself to be a cat. Admittedly, she lapped different things to normal
cats. However, it seemed doubtful that she knew or cared.
Felicia�s life was simpler than it had ever been. She rubbed herself
against the greenskinned legs of the She-Hulk, her former captor. Jenny�s
eyes glazed for a second and a triggered series of orgasms blasted through
her groin like a chain reaction. She turned, her face slowly becoming blank,
and walked directly to Matthew�s room, the tag on her collar flashing in
the movement.
�Master, I have been triggered,� Jenny said, her voice dull.
Matthew regretfully tore his gaze away from the sight of Carol and
Raven-as-Carol in the throes of passion and rolled his eyes. He decided
that at some point in the pretty near future he was going to have to remove
some of the orders he�d given to do with Felicia. Making each of the women
he chiefly used just as maidservants develop a mindless, bitch-in-heat
level obsession with him every time Felicia came into contact with them
was� wearing, at times. He was beginning to realise how many of the girls
he didn�t need. Yet he was hardly going to get rid of them.
�Very well.� He gestured in front of him. Jenny approached and knelt
in front of him, her face pressed against the carpet, her rump poised so
that Matthew could choose for himself which of her holes to enter. Mental
reprogramming determined that Jenny would orgasm either way.
Her height meant that this demeaning position left her at the right
height for Matthew�s easy standing entry. Flipping the back of her short
skirt onto her back, he chose his hole and began to plough it.
Conscience began to prey upon Matthew. After all, while he lived in
state in Avengers Mansion, the women of three of the planet�s superteams
now settled in to their new roles as his sex slaves, the remaining groups
of superheroes were being stretched worryingly. He already had the Vision
running interference on the priority hotline.
He decided that he could make at least a small concession to the world
without damaging his lifestyle.
Accordingly he completed the enslavement of all remaining superhuman
males, instead of � as had previously been the policy � leaving them as
unusual statues, landmarks of his conquest, and he had them assemble in
X-Factor�s main briefing room.
He walked into the room, dressed in black jeans, black shirt and long
maroon leather jacket � the Wasp�s funds and influence had allowed him
a day in the top fashion shops being attended to by a superb personal buyer,
and he was experimenting with a number of possible supervillain costumes,
without going for anything so demeaning as an actual costume. He rather
liked this one.
�Right,� he said, as the Vision followed him in. �I�ve arranged, through
our charming automaton friend here, a press conference. You lot are going
to announce to the world that X-Factor and X-Men are hereby disbanding
but the male members are joining forces with the male members of the Avengers
to create a new peacekeeping force owned by the Master.� He knew this one
was risky, but he felt it was worth it to truly set the cat among the pigeons.
Most of the remaining superheroines should come to him now, and the heroes
they brought with them could bolster the new Avengers lineup. In any case,
it would give him more choice and hopefully make the world a safer place.
�The Master, however, promises not to get involved in world affairs
and to allow the Avengers to act as they always have. And the Iron Man
will lead the group.� He nodded, smiled, and rubbed his hands. �From now
on you will act as you always would have with the following exceptions;
if you ever harboured desires or any other interest in the women of your
groups, you will forget it; you will form neither of these things in the
future, and you will never go against me or my commands.�
He turned and left. �Well,� he announced briskly to his chauffeuse,
Lorna, �that ought to have set the cat among the pigeons. We�ll have to
be prepared for a number of attacks on the Mansion. But I�d imagine we�ll
pull through.�
He reached out and squeezed her breast through her chauffeuse� uniform.
�Not that it matters to you just at the moment� Nothing does.�
They proceeded along their way. Occasionally Lorna blasted a car out
of the way with a magnetic field of repulsion; it made for much quicker
journeys.
The Black Widow landed nimbly inside the Mansion grounds, her grapple
having carried her over the wall. She was prepared for some degree of resistance,
following the announcement earlier. But not, sadly, for the activation
of the security systems.
As she felt the dart sink cleanly into one black leather-covered buttock,
she turned and stared, disbelieving. Her muscles began to fail her. She
collapsed forward, eyes closing in sleep. Her last thought, just before
she lost consciousness, was I should have been prepared�
She opened her eyes. Stark naked, now, and strapped � splay-legged
and arms forced upward and apart - firmly to the wall of the Wasp�s bedroom,
where the female Avengers had first come face to face with their Master.
But she still thought for herself, and she looked out on a scene of
raw lust. Betsy had been triggered to �fuckslut� mode not so long ago,
while Matthew waited, and so was currently deeper in the throes of orgasm
than any human could reach without mental reprogramming. She had been since
Matthew entered her, and would be until he spent. Matthew considered this
a fair tradeoff for Bethany�s mental freedom, and she had agreed many times.
Mechanically.
A hand grasped the Widow�s nipple and gave it a tug. She looked down
� female hand, she noticed bemusedly � and then quickly to one side.
Valerie Cooper. The least powerful of Matthew�s slaves, looking after
the Widow while, she now realised, the sounds of the battle outside penetrated
even to his innermost sanctum.
�Hi, cuddles,� the normally self-possessed Cooper smiled. She stepped
closer to the Widow and forced her tongue into the Widow�s mouth. Stunned,
the Russian offered no resistance.
Breaking for air, Cooper stared at the Widow as if in rapture. �Mmm�
I�m gonna enjoy it when you kiss back, I can tell.� She ran her tongue
salaciously around her lips. �Won�t be long now. Just wait until he�s done
with the little mutant and he�ll give you a whole new outlook. Until then��
Valerie�s fingers slipped inside the Widow. They were cold, a fact
Cooper didn�t much seem to care about. They were, however, wet � with Cooper�s
saliva or with� other juices, the Widow didn�t want to speculate. She squirmed
and clenched in an attempt to drive the hand out, but failed. Cooper�s
tongue slid along the side of her face.
�Until then, sweetie, I�ve got orders to rock your world. And this�ll
be fun, I promise you��
Finally, the Widow�s horrified eyes picked out the wording on the collar
that was Val�s only piece of clothing. It began to sink in that she wasn�t
going to escape.
Val�s fingers worked away�
The Widow had just been reduced to the state of complete inanimate
unawareness that precedes actual enslavement when the door to the Wasp�s
bedroom opened. Matthew looked around lazily to find Moondragon walking
over the threshold. He smiled and waited as she walked over to the manacles
adjacent to the Widow�s own, stripped naked, levitated into place, and
locked the bonds into place telekinetically.
Matthew looked back to the door, where Jean and Emma could now be seen.
Clearly the ex-Avenger telepath had run into more psionic power than she
could handle.
�Well done, ladies,� he said, before walking up to Moondragon and running
a finger gently along one cheek. From the look in her eyes one could tell
that she hated this; however, she moaned softly in appreciation and leaned
toward him. Matthew looked over his shoulder and saw a cruel smile curving
Emma�s lips, and understood immediately where the adlib had come from.
He grinned.
�Dear me, Heather� Scared? Of me? That won�t do� one moment while I
finish attending to the Black Widow, if you please, and then we�ll take
that fear away.� He smiled into her eyes. �Or perhaps we won�t. It really
does depend upon your psychic conduct, which my servants can vouch for
better than I.�
He proceeded to place the inducer over the Widow�s eyes and hit the
button. �I�m afraid I don�t have time to break you in properly yet, Widow,�
he said. �Or, rather, I can�t spare you for long enough. �I need you to
put your costume back on, but wear the armbands on that tray rather than
your own. They have a rather different bite� They�ll create that blank,
mindless state I just lifted you out of, although for some reason once
you�ve been treated you don�t return to it. Zap everyone you can � but
be careful with the women; the new Paladin lineup is probably powerful
enough. However, the more men you get in working order as well, the better.
Have fun.�
�Yes, Master,� she droned, picking her leather catsuit up once more.
�Oh, one final thing while I remember,� Matthew said, before turning to
Val. She now bore a silver platter, on which rested a collar. He picked
it up and fastened it around the Widow�s neck. NATALIA, it read on one
side. On the other was the usual declaration.
As Natalia departed via the window for the combat, Matthew turned to
Selene.
�My slaves call me Master,� he said, conversationally. �You are not
one of them � yet � therefore you may refer to me as *the* Master. However,
this information is reasonably pointless.
He beckoned Val to him. In this time she had set the first platter
aside and selected a new one. This one did not only bear a collar, but
also a strange device. He picked it up. �Double feature, this,� he said.
�Emma, tilt her head forward� I need to be able to get at her neck.�
�Yes, Master.�
He felt around the back of Moondragon�s neck until he was sure of a
gap between vertebrae. Then he placed the nozzle of the device against
the skin at that point and pressed a button.
�Neural nanotech,� he explained, stepping away. �In development by
one of my colleagues shortly before I switched career paths. It�s supposed
to implant information immediately � skills, and so forth. It didn�t take
much alteration to design one that severs neural pathways and implants
itself on the end. Took a bit more work to make the inducer work the same
way, but I did have ridiculous amounts of data on the biological/technical
divide stashed in Avengers computers� But essentially, it duplicates each
input pathway, so it knows as much about what�s going on in your body as
you do. It, however, has taken over the output pathways.� He grinned. �You�ll
know exactly what�s going on, what you�re doing, but you have no say in
what you�re doing anymore. It eliminates the need to blank your mind before
inducing you-� which he proceeded to do, �-and now you�re going to get
what your teammates seemed to think you deserved. I haven�t heard much
that�s good about you, Heather. However, you now truly do have a chance
to redeem yourself. There are heroes fighting out there, Moondragon; fighting
simply because I now sponsor some of them. You will go and aid my cause;
subdue any enemy females and bring them here. Enemy males� render them
unconscious. We can deal with them later. Understand?�
�Yes, Master,� she said blankly.
�Good,� Matthew said. He fastened her collar around her neck. �Emily,
Joanne� get back to the fight. I�m hardly in any danger from this uppity
slave now. Oh, one last thing, Moonie��
He dropped his trousers and turned away from her. �Kiss my butt.�
�Yes, Master.� Matthew felt her lips fasten against his flesh briefly.
Immediately afterward, Moondragon walked out of the door. Matthew considered
calling her back to don her costume once more, and would have decided against
it � there was scarcely any costume as it was � when it occurred to him
that the Master had to appear relatively benevolent. �Moonie, get back
here.�
***
Moondragon stood naked in the middle of a crowd of former superheroines,
now including many we have not witnessed the enslavement of � the battle
around the Mansion following the press conference had involved most solo
heroes and heroines and a great many of the superteams. All had eventually
fallen to the Master. The Avengers were now unwieldy; he was considering
the reinstitution of their west coast branch, or possibly basing half of
them in Europe or the Middle East. And his harem had grown considerably.
Even a couple of supervillains had fallen under his thrall, having come
with the intention of negotiating a pact with the Master.
Unprompted by the surrounding heroines, Moondragon knelt. She bowed
her head.
�Mistresses,� she said, her voice full of contrition, �Master has interrogated
me with regard to the Pixie�s description of me and found me guilty, as
I am. He has passed sentence� I am now yours to command, a slave to slaves.�
She paused, swallowed. �I accept his judgement. Do with me as you will.�
Matthew watched this from the door, smiling. Forcing her body into
apology while her mind still seethed� it was an idea he liked. And it seemed
a fitting punishment. He would be careful not to let it over-run.
If he remembered.
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