"I apologize for the charade earlier and for the, ah, collar but I have to do things this way. How are you feeling?"
Tigra's old temper flared briefly.
"Feeling? I'm feeling like one of my oldest friends just made me his slave on top of my body becoming that of some brainless bimbo's! That's how I'm feeling, Tony!" she snarled.
Tony's face screwed up in anger.
"Brainless bimbo? Damn it! That's just great - you're like Firestar then, not useful like Widow or Bobbi!"
His fists balled up with fury and a bright flash of blue energy crackled across his eyes.
"I need allies to get us out of here and you're just a worthless piece of ass!" he growled, his voice dark and furious. "I should punish you just for wasting my time! Warp that excuse you call a mind or paddle your furry ass black and-"
"Master, your temper!" Mockingbird said in a fearful tone.
Tony closed his eyes and began breathing slowly in through his nose and out through his mouth.
"3.141592653589793238462643383 . . ." he began muttering to himself through gritted teeth.
Tigra opened her mouth to speak again only for the Amazonian blonde to lay a hand over her mouth.
"Shh. Let him regain control first."
Tony's voice began to become less choked with rage as he recited the numbers. Finally, he began to breathe normally.
". . . 27950288419716939937510582 . . . okay. I'm calm now. I'm calm."
"Tony?" Tigra said softly. "What's wrong?"
He looked up at her and smiled in an embarrassed fashion.
"Ever since we got stuck in this crappy Ren Fair world, we've all been transforming- well, I'm sure you don't need to be told that. I've seen people getting Hulked up into warriors like Marvel Boy or Bobbi here . . . or get the short end of the stick and end up, well, let's just say "curvy and cuddly". Not me, though. Me? I get all this new knowledge in my head - sorcery stuff instead of science. Now I know how to make brooms dance, how to summon the undead, runes of power, element manipulation and worse."
Tony shook his head as if briefly enchanted by the thought of all the deeds he could now accomplish with just a few words or symbols but shaking away the dark thoughts.
"Problem is, every time I use this stuff, I start feeling more and more temptation to do really bad stuff with it. Mostly sexual stuff but not just that. I'm starting to understand Doom and his kind of madness. This world's making me into a villain, Tigra. Our only hope is to get enough of us here to figure a way out before I give in to these . . . urges."
Tigra nodded and blushed.
"I've, uh, learned something about urges myself while I'm here. I can barely control myself most days and every time I do have sex it makes my lack of self-control worse."
"Control, huh?" Tony said with a smirk. "Well, at least that won't be a problem for you any more."
Tigra blinked in confusion.
"What are you talking abou-"
"Tigra, kiss Mockingbird."
The feline beauty stopped speaking in mid-sentence and then turned her head, craned her neck and gave the blonde holding her arms a firm peck on the lips . . . at least it started that way. Much to Greer's further surprise the blonde opened her full lips and began to French kiss her instead, making the kiss last a long time, their tongues dancing together before finishing the kiss with a playful bite of Tigra's lower lip.
"Mmmph! Tony! What the hell?"
"Tony is in control of us now, Tigra." Mockingbird said with a smile as the fingers on the hands she was using to hold Tigra on her lap began to loosen up and stroke the other woman's arms. "By using the evil run magic on these collars, he prevents us from losing more and more of our old selves while technically "giving in" to his urges to use the evil magic."
Tigra looked down at the collar on her throat and made a low hissing noise.
"I don't like being anybody's slave, Tony."
"And I don't like having to enslave people, Tigra- okay, well, when it comes to hot women like yourself, a part of me really, really does. Guilty. But I have to give into the little things or else I start obsessing about the big things like ruling this world or killing anyone who opposes me."
Tigra nodded, suddenly afraid of Tony Stark. He delivered the last part of the sentence so casually, it was almost as if it was just a laundry list of boring chores.
"Well, how does this little girl-on-girl action display help?"
Tony grinned.
"If I actually have sex, the evil in me grows but I've figured out a way to trick the dark magic. Spreading my sigils around your necks makes it so anything done by my slaves counts as something done by me, personally, but without the side effect of my brain getting nastier. The problem is that the more power I use, the more corruption the magic tries to inflict. Long story short-"
"We have to have sex. Now." Mockingbird said as she slid her firm hands up from Tigra's arms to her full breasts, fingers lightly tracing the pattern of the stripes on her fur. "Probably more than a few times."
Tigra hissed in half-annoyance, half-arousal from the other woman's teasing touch. Stark's voice droned on and on but it suddenly seemed so very faraway.
"Well, I was going to be more subtle but Bobbi here's gotten quite a taste for girl-on-girl, uh, obviously. It's like a pornographic Faraday cage - my slaves fucking sucks up all the bad mojo so I don't go all evil overlord on you guys. I can just order you two to do it but Tigra, as a friend, I'm asking - will you please sleep with Bobbi? I promise to order you to not lose any more of your memories or your self-control afterwards."
"And you, grrrrrrr, you get to watch?" Tigra half growled, half purred as Bobbi's hands got bolder. One began lightly squeezing and pulling on her nipples as the much taller blonde pushed aside her dark hair with her other hand to start nibbling on one of her furry earlobes.
"Well, I AM a little bit evil now, Tigra." Tony said with a smirk on his face.
"And I am more than a little bit hungry to taste your pussy!" Bobbi said in an unmistakably hungry and impatient tone, her breath hot against the werewoman's neck. "Say yes and I'll make you cum so hard you see stars."
The taller blonde pulled one of Tigra's nipples just hard enough to hurt before squeezing her oversized tit in a firm, insistent and kneading motion. Bobbi's mouth moved down to her neck and bit her lightly. Greer felt herself losing control.
"Never- never been with a woman buh-before." she panted. "But if it's to keep us suh-safe and get us home, I guess the answer is yuh-yes!"
"Good. Mockingbird, Tigra - fuck each other until I say to stop." Tony's voice rang out, the command filling her mind like a water racing into an empty cup.
The big blonde beauty's mouth was on hers and Tigra felt herself melt into the bigger, stronger woman's embrace, her pussy gushing like a faucet. She yanked furiously at the gold chain mail bikini top the woman wore, unleashing a set of huge pale tits that rivaled her own, before the blonde grabbed her hands and yanked them above her head - pinning her against the floor of the carriage.
"Ah, ah, ah - Miss Kitty gets to use her claws when I say so." Bobbi said huskily, the act of dominating the smaller woman just as erotic as the sex itself. Tigra writhed and hissed to escape, desperate for her hands to touch the beautiful blonde Amazon's body but the stronger woman held her in place with just one of her muscular hands. The other hand, strong and sure, slid between Tigra's trembling thighs with fingers sliding effortlessly into her soaking wet pussy.
Tigra gasped, a wordless cry between a yowl and a squeal. Bobbi's own breathing ramped up as well in response to the noise.
"Now it is time to test just how sharp Miss Kitty's teeth are. Suck on my tits, you hot little bitch." she added in a voice both breathy and authoritative before lowering her big pale tits and pink nipples onto Tigra's face.
Tigra needed no encouragement. Her mouth opened wide and she began to lash the big, thick pink plugs that were Mockingbird's nipples with her sandpaper tongue and pointed teeth. The blonde warrior woman cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure . . . but mostly pleasure from the rough treatment if the sudden scent of her wet pussy filling the carriage was any indication.
"More! More, you little slut!" Bobbi gasped. "I want- ahhh!"
Tigra's tail had found it's way up the blonde's incredibly long legs, sneaking itself between her firm ass cheeks and up into the Amazon's throbbing sex without warning or permission, several inches of furred muscle dancing between her most intimate folds.
"Ooh! Yes! Fucking whore! Don't you dare stop! Don't fucking stop!" Mockingbird gasped.
Tony Stark smiled as he watched the scene unfold. Bobbi had been an bisexual warrior woman for a long time before he'd found her and captured her but he couldn't argue with the results being pretty damn sexy.
"It's good to be the King . . ." he murmured with a smirk.
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