The shamaness Wan-Da watched with a sharp bright smile as Ka-Rol, captain of the Vengers tribe, soared through the sky in triumph. The exulting woman's bright blonde hair flew in the breeze as the ragged red lengths of her sash fluttered proudly from her narrow waist. At times she was little more than a blur of black costume and pale skin, at other times Ka-Rol hovered proudly over the two captive mutants and Wan-Da could savor the swell of the Venger's tits through the holes worn in her lightning adorned costume.
Ka-Rol soared in the sky when her heart soared and, despite the disappointment at the loss of her bronto kill, she had much to celebrate. A great enemy of hers had been taken and once Rogue's feet touched the sacred bounds of the Vengers' home she would become raid-slave. For four seasons Rogue would serve her captor with her body, mind and powers.
Each time Ka-Rol hovered above her prizes to admire them new fantasies of how they would be made to serve would ignite in her mind. The other warrior women and bond-slaves of the Vengers marching in column through the jungle below would slow as their eyes turned skyward, lustfully watching as their leader's hands stroked her body. The march would come to a halt as Ka-Rol hovered above Rogue and masturbated in mid-air till the temptation to do more grew almost too great. Then Ka-Rol would soar away lest she dishonor herself on a captive not yet made raid-slave.
And through all this the Scarlet Witch Wan-Da's smile grew only bigger and brighter.
* * *
Ahead of Wan-Da her masked bond-slave Jezka-Dru and the free warrior N'ta-Sha carried the mutant Psylocke. The mind-witch was too dangerous to remain conscious, and so Widow's Sting and Venom Blast had been turned on her the moment her lover Rogue had been subdued. Psylocke's hands and feet were lashed by vines to a young tree She-Hulk had torn from the ground and stripped of its branches in a matter of seconds. Now Psylocke hung limply from it, swaying from side to side as N'ta-Sha and Jezka-Dru carried her weight on their shoulders without complaint.
Beyond the Spider-woman and the Black Widow another pair of women carried their prisoner in the same manner. Ka-Rol had claimed Rogue as her own as soon as she had recognised the skunk-haired mutant. There was history between those two. So it was that Rogue was carried by Ka-Rol's own bond-slaves Brunhilt of the Asgard tribe and Jen of the Hulks.
Rogue was gagged with the ragged purple scraps of Jen's bikini top. The bond-slave had surrendered it eagerly to her bond-mistress as Rogue had called out for help and cursed her captors to terrible fates and the emnity of many spirits if they harmed her beloved Psylocke. Ka-Rol had been too busy gloating to reward her slave by fondling or sucking the enormous green breasts She-Hulk had revealed. Jen had hidden her disappointment but her hulk-sized hooters remained proudly displayed.
Rogue still struggled against the bonds that held her, constantly testing the knots in the hopes that vines would snap or slip free. But this was not the Venger's first slave raid, nor had any woman amongst them not enjoyed the pleasure of binding or being bound. Such was the First Rite of the Bond-Slave - freedom and body both freely offered in exchange for protection or repayment of an honor-debt. Rogue would not escape these well-tied knots no matter how she struggled. Nor would the calculated swinging of her body bring her skin in contact with that of Brunhilt or Jen. She would not steal their powers. There was no escape for her between here and the home of the Vengers.
Finally, beyond the bound slaves Greer the Tigress, also known as Tigra, prowled. Wan-Da caught only glimpses of her orange fur and black stripes amongst the ferns and tree-trunks of the thicks jungle. Tigra would be even harder to spot from any other angle. Even with Ka-Rol distracted she would spot anything too big to hide beneath the canopy, Tigra had taken the duty to scout ahead of their march for any danger smaller and more cunning. The Vengers had all witnessed the disaster a moment's inattention could wreek on even warriors as formidable as Rogue and Psylocke. Tigra would not allow the same to befall their hunting party.
* * *
Rogue would soon be Ka-Rol's personal bond-slave. None of the free women would dare to challenge Ka-Rol for her. But Psylocke was another matter. Beautiful and powerful she would soon be a raid-slave, but whose was not yet clear.
Psylocke could be claimed by the freewomen Wan-Da, N'ta-Sha and Greer the Tigress together and none could lawfully dispute their common claim. Sharing the obedience of a raid-slave often created lasting alliances between women as sharing the slaves body in threesomes and orgies created strong ties of lust and familiarity.
Or one of the three women could claim Psylocke for herself alone. The claimant would stand defiant in the Sacred Circle before the Vengers Tribe and strip herself of weapons and clothes to announce herself ready to duel for the right. Wan-Da's eyes ran over Psylocke's slim athletic body and was tempted. And not merely at the prospect of having the raven-haired Asian's tongue and slender fingers between her legs as often as her bond-slave Jezka-Dru's.
Psylocke was a telepath and would doubtless uncover secrets that would aid the Scarlet Witch in rising amongst the Venger's shamanesses. Yes, since Psylocke was almost a Wise One of the X-Tribe she would know much that would strengthen the Scarlet Witch's powers of divination and reputation for wisdom. Besides, if Wan-Da did not have to share the mutant, she could whore Psylocke's obedient body out. An advantage a raid-slave held over a bond-slave. There were many amongst the Vengers and other tribes who would pay in favours to lie with Psylocke and the fantasies her powers could make seem real.
The Scarlet Witch's bright smile grew hungrier.
* * *
"The spirits have blessed and rewarded you for following my advice," the Scarlet Witch had told the marvellous bodied Captain Ka-Rol. "You witnessed the omen at distant Baxter Tower and though you raged against it you heeded my counsel."
Ka-Rol made no sign she had noticed Wan-Da's words. Instead her attention was on Rogue already hanging bound between her bond-slaves. Bent at the waist, Ka-Rol finished tying the knots that would hold the captive woman's gag in place. Ka-Rol's black gloves were ragged but with care they still separated her from the dangerous skin of her captive.
"The winds of destiny took your bronto as a great sacrifice," the shamaness Wan-Da continued softly as Ka-Rol stood, "and rewarded you for your obedience with two plump prizes."
Shamelessly Wan-Da's hands slipped down Ka-Rol's sides to squeeze the warrior captain's soft breasts. The excitement of a successful hunt turned easily to arousal. Ka-Rol shuddered and took hold of two plump prizes of her own - covered in ragged yellow fabric Rogue's soft shapely breasts received a rough handling utterly unlike the gentle caressing the shamaness offered the Venger's war-captain.
"Aren't you one of the X-Tribe's best?" Ka-Rol taunted the helpless woman whose green eyes blazed with hate. "Perhaps you wanted to be caught?"
The hate in Rogue's keen green eyes turned to confusion as Wan-Da releases one hand's hold and grabbed the mutant's hair. Chaos magic leaked from the shamaness's fingers to flow along auburn and white strands and disrupt Rogue's unprepared mind. Briefly freed of conscious restraint Rogue's body followed its basic nature and arched eagerly into Ka-Rol's hands. A moan of pleasure interrupted the stream of muffled curses rendered unintelligible by the gag.
"So eager to become my raid-slave, aren't you? Does your lover Psylocke know what an inconstant slut she's chosen?" Ka-Rol asked her prisoner in mockery.
The mention of Psylocke's name broke the spell and rekindled the hate in Rogue's eyes, burning even hotter than before. She struggled futilely to be free of Ka-Rol's hands and the vines that held her.
"Listen to my words, marvellous captain! Be guided by one who can forecast the winds of destiny and many more prizes can be yours." Wan-Da's body was pressed against Ka-Rol's, her mouth hot against an ear. One hand had returned to gently tease the blonde's superb breasts, but the other sunk lower to stroke between powerfully muscled thighs. "You have other enemies, captain. Imagine Moonstone joining this mutant bitch. The two moaning into each other's slave cunts and making the beast of two backs at your command."
Wan-Da's hand slipped beneath the ragged black spandex and pushed a single finger into the Venger's pussy. Ka-Rol was wet, her tight pussy welcoming its penetration. Wan-Da's finger was only second knuckle deep in the Venger's vagina when Ka-Rol grabbed the wrist to withdraw. She turned and guided the hand between their faces. Together they licked the finger cleaned before Ka-Rol spoke.
"Shamaness, you are wise in the ways of the winds of destiny. When you carry their words I will listen. But I am hunter and raider and our catch is not yet safely home. I will not share the pleasures of the body with you or another till Rogue is my raid-slave."
The Scarlet Witch withdrew as Ka-Rol gave bond-slaves and freewomen alike orders. In minutes the column was on the march led by Greer when she was visible and the stiff tips of She-Hulk's breasts when she was not.
* * *
The Scarlet Witch Wan-Da smiled her sharp bright smile. There was a reason she walked at the back of the column, admiring the provocative swaying of the Black Widow's gorgeous dancer's ass. Black Widow was full of secrets, and like her the Scarlet Witch had something to hide.
The vision of the future and what it meant here and now.
The winds of destiny had reached out into the world and gifted those who could see with a message of what was to come. Before the great cliffs of the Baxter Tower atop which the Fantastic Four and their harem of lush bond-slaves dwelt great flocks of dactyls had risen. First the flocking lizardkin had formed the great rune that was the sign and mark of the Four, then from the top of the rune had erupted three great spikes even as the mark of the Four Clan had seemed to plummet to its destruction.
Chaos was coming, originating with or fanned by the Four, it would sweep across these jungles. Chaos was coming, and chaos was the well-spring of the Scarlet Witch's powers.
The shamaness Wan-Da smiled her sharp bright smile. She was mad. The shock of chaos magic had shattered her mind. The order of the world was subtly askew around her with her power so swollen. She swatted a hanging vine away uncaring as it was instantly consumed by fire to drift down as ash behind her. It was the power of chaos that had gifted her Rogue and Psylocke as they walked straight into an ambush.
Different pieces of Wan-Da's broken mind rose and fell into power. Perhaps they would resume their old shape and the old Wan-Da would return, perhaps they would take a new shape. The caution that had allowed her to hide her insanity was fading now as hubris and fear vied for supremacy in the rubble that buried her conscience.
The Scarlet Witch smiled her sharp bright smile and with confidence paradoxically both feigned and real walked past Spider-woman and Black Widow.
"Stay. There are secret words I must speak that you cannot here."
The warring components of her mind had reached a compromise. Fear insisted that she would be discovered. Fear was terrified that as the chaos magic continued to pour from her soul and leak out of her body that it would destroy her. Hubris contended that she was supreme and indestructible. But hubris knew she would succeed and no-one could stop her.
So it was both hubris and fear that made her pull her scarlet gloves from her hands and push them into the garters that were the remnants of her uniform about her thighs. It was hubris and fear together that made her push a bare hand beneath Rogue's scanty panties.
"Stop!" "What are you doing?"
Jen and Brunhilt spoke over one another but Wan-Da did not listen.
Rogue attempted to seize Wan-Da's powers. Wan-Da did not care. Instead she poured a torrent of chaos magic into the mutant prisoner's body. She began to laugh as Rogue began to drool, as Rogue's pussy lips opened and her clit emerged from hiding.
"No, leave her to me!"
Before her bond-slaves could react Ka-Rol had arrived in a gust of wind that shook the leaves of vines and ferns. The Venger's captain took hold of one of the witch's shoulders.
"Shamaness, what madness is-- oh! oh!"
There were two women here who could absorb energy. Two women who fear said could absorb the chaos magic that threatened to overwhelm and destroy Wan-Da. Two women that hubris said the Scarlet Witch could defeat. The shamaness's hand groped one of Ka-Rol's breasts freed from all ragged cloth.
The Scarlet Witch smiled a sharp bright smile as she looked in Ka-Rol's crazed blue eyes. Wan-Da felt better already.
* * *
"That's one weird witch," Black Widow spoke quietly as the Scarlet Witch, Vengers and their prisoners disappeared around a twist in the trail. "We should take this opportunity to check the mind-witch is not waking, da?"
Black Widow and Spider-woman took the weight from their shoulders together and set Psylocke upon the soft green ground of the jungle. Spider-woman knelt at Psylocke's head and pulled an eye open to check the pupils while Black Widow moved up a little to cover her in case of trouble.
"Speak of my bond-mistress with more resp-- Urk!"
Jezka-Dru keeled over as N'ta-Sha withdrew her sting from the bond-slave's throat. Her other hand already held a flint knife and in moments the vines holding Psylocke were cut. With some effort Black Widow slung the limp body of Psylocke over her shoulder and quickly but unhurriedly headed off the trail into the jungle.
A few minutes later Psylocke groaned and began to fumble weakly against Black Widow's body.
"Quiet, unless you wish to resume the journey to becoming raid-slave."
Without much care Black Widow pushed Psylocke off her shoulder and propped her against a huge tree wreathed in thick ivy.
"You're a Venger, why are you doing this?" Psylocke put a hand to her sore head. "Why can I not read you?"
Black Widow moved quickly, thrusting her Widow's Sting in Psylocke's face. Psylock tried to scramble away, to block with one arm, but her movements though faster were too sluggish. Black Widow laughed, the Widow's Sting inches from Psylocke's face as two fangs pushed out and then retracted.
"Not lightning... You're not the Widow!"
When Psylocke's attention turned from the weapon in her face to the woman beyond it the transformation was almost complete. The Widow's Stings became mere white gloves on blue skin as Mystique revealed her true form. From a skull-decorated belt around her hips hung a ragged white loincloth and hung from the remnants of the collar of her costume a torn white bandeau just about preserved the rest of her modesty.
"A trick I've learnt. I cannot copy the Widow's Sting but I can adapt those of an animal. The paralysing venom will wear off soon. Your limbs will be whole first, then your powers."
Mystique turned to leave, her body rippling and becoming Black Widow's once more.
"I will be found along the trail. You controlled me mind-witch, turned me on poor Jezka-Dru and then discarded me with a psyblade to the head."
"Wait!" Psylocke stood unsteadily balanced with one hand against the tree. "Why did you risk yourself? Why did you rescue me?"
"A trial. Are you worthy of my daughter? The first question of your trial is at hand. Do you attack the Vengers? Do you summon and wait for help? Perhaps I will help you again. Perhaps my daughter needs a year beneath a stronger woman. Farewell."
Psylocke's knee gave way as disguised as the Black Widow once more Mystique disappeared into the depths of the jungle once more.
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