In W'Kabi's seraglio, much time has passed. And to think that he and his bros STILL aren't back from their hunt...
Meanwhile, Michael has moved on to W'Kabi's other wives. Or rather, he's BEEN moved on to them. Alas, he'd be lying, if he said he didn't want this. He's just...going to have a hard time telling Agatha that, when and if he ever finds a way back to Malfoy Manor. His chances of that get narrower and narrower, the more W'Kabi's harem, ahem, "gets to know him."
He's still a thousandth his normal size. Agatha's self-esteem-limiting potion sure is a strong one. But then, she meant for it to work on her for a month, didn't she?
Michael is now the semi-proud property of Pearl Goss. As she freshens up, she keeps him locked up in a jewelry box full of her pet peeves: pearls. In here, there are pink and white ones. (Most of them are pink...as her villainess name suggests.)
These pearls are hard...but at least they're smooth. Michael could ask for a harder surface to lie on...or worse yet, something less comfy to wear... (His new domina's got him in a set of pink drawers...)
They're also fastened with a pink-and-silvery metal chain. It runs right through a loop in the back of his drawers. Michael can't tell if the chain is of vibranium or not. But then, being an English wizard...or a Cornish one, just as likely...he isn't expected to know vibranium from lead.
Aloft, the lid of the jewelry box opens. Light streams in, where it can spotlight Michael...and harden his cock, once he gazes up into the big baby blues of his new blonde pink-lipped domina...
One nth at a time, the chain going through his drawers loses its slack. Before long, Michael's hanging from it by his ass.
He's suspended in midair. Everywhere, it's a long way down. It's just like Malfoy Manor all over again...during that prolonged scary time that Michael was at Mrs. Malfoy's disposal...
She sets him down on one of her newly-polished pink-and-white fingernails. To Michael, her nail is as big as a Quidditch pitch. In moments like these, Michael feels bad that he never played Quidditch back at Hogwarts.
And yet, somehow he's bagged the sexual gazes of Ginny Weasley and Cho Chang...and not to mention Agatha Malfoy... Alas, Michael's starting to sense that if he were anybody else, and possibly not a Ravenclaw, that'd be something to be proud of.
Once more, Ms. Goss glossens her lips. They are BIG lips. Michael would be like an ant on them...if he were closer. Her white teeth are like monoliths. And they are very, PEARLY, white...
"Welcome to prison," she croons, "Lil Michael. Allow me to torment you will all of the gloss and glamour of one of nature's most precious productions: a woman pearl."
Michael's not sure if he's ready for this... But then, he's not being given a choice, is he?
Much later, he's passed on into the clutches of Karla Sofen. She's been one of the Ms. Marvels. Her power source is the result of a Kree experiment. She's lucky the Supreme Intelligence doesn't know who her new husband is, or where she's living these days.
A bit ironic, that it's called the "Supreme Intelligence..." Hell, Heimdall's more capable of leading the Kree nation than some crappy AI...even if it is more evolved than anything Edwin Jarvis could forge...
Aside from W'Kabi, she's had Dr. Faustus and Hawkeye inside her. Seems like neither one of them would take up much space inside her...although it's easy to imagine how Dr. Faustus would be able to dupe her into thinking that his cock is bigger than it really is.
She's also had Yellowjacket, Baron Zemo II, Scorpion, Whirlwind, Fixer, Shocker, Dr. Zabo, Thunderball, Grey Gargoyle, MACH-X, Blackout, Whiplash, Egghead, and Klaw hit on her. While she's come close to having Zemo and Egghead in her, at least...she always has better things to do than waste her sex on Earth's worst men. Hell, by now, she's had a few Kree men in her. And Kree men have NO error... Or at least, they lack PHYSICAL error...
Now, she's got Lil Michael between her thighs. With the Kree Moonstone in her, she impregnates him with her great power. To Michael, it's overwhelming. But then, such is the nature of the women who express interest in him.
Ah, Ms. Sofen's in pure ecstasy right now. Lil Michael has bewitched her. But then, that's expected. Not only is Michael a wizard, but he's a Ravenclaw. Charms are his forte. For most of them, he doesn't even have to flex his diaphragm.
Alas, he wishes he could say the same about sex with Moonstone. With her, he often worries that his six-pack will cave in on himself. And that is NEVER a pleasant experience... It doesn't even matter if your belly's flabby.
Before long, Lil Michael has passed on to a new domina. Her name is Jenny Takeda. She's Japanese...alas, she looks nothing like Kirsten Dunst.
That makes more sense than it should. Ms. Dunst is not Japanese.
Ms. Takeda is radioactive...and that's no joke. She emits the substance, and she does not bluff. In the old days, she couldn't control this. But since then, she's visited an alternate reality that put her through an affair that proved to be a challenge for her power. Now that she's back, she no longer has to wear a hazmat suit at all times.
Michael's not sure how he feels about that. As a wizard, he's not too familiar with radioactivity. It feels like all of the sunlight in the world trying to carve a hole in your midriff. He still has NO idea how Ms. Takeda's power doesn't get away with it.
For now, she has her fun with him. She basks in a bathtub. She's hijacked it with her power, and turned it into a very intimate hot tub.
To Michael, this feels like being dropped into the world's largest hot spring. Once under, he feels overwhelmed. And the bubbles are like tidal waves all around him.
Her pussy generates a geyser. Michael flows right into this. From it, he's thrown very high up...only to be thrown higher when he splashes back down. Ms. Takeda is VERY radioactive...
Nearby, Ms. Takeda can do little more but giggle. She's had guys become overwhelmed by her pussy before. But Lil Michael REACTS to said overwhelming best...
Michael's not sure how...but he drifts past her pussy-geyser. Onward, he flows. The waves drench and drown him. He's got no idea where he's going.
At last, he finds a rock. He climbs atop it, and starts panting.
As time passes, he recognizes the shape of the rock he's on. It's attached to an even bigger rock...one that rises like a slanted cliff, up towards...
Shit; this isn't a rock at all. This is his domina's nipple. He's surveying her boob...from its base. It's a very generous boob. It would put him at ease...if he didn't already know this was his domina's nipple.
Lucky for him, she seems pleased...ecstatic, even. She smiles, leans her head back, and soaks up the influence he has on her nipple.
With her giant fingertip, she pancakes him against it, and moves her finger around. He's been flattened. This is awkward... Alas, Michael can certainly say he's had worse...and from less Japanese and less female folk, at that...
Next, he's passed on to a new domina. Her name is Becca Ryker. She's half-machine, and all-killer. One of her prosthetic eyes as a cybernetic blue light in it that shines. Half her face is made of metal.
As a Ravenclaw, Michael would recommend a more bronze metal to go with that blue light... Alas, he's got a feeling that whoever makes Deathlok prosthetics has never heard of Rowena Ravenclaw...let alone Hogwarts...let alone wizardry... Unless they're friends with Tina Minoru... And yet, it STILL seems unlikely.
For this, Ms. Ryker traps Michael in a compartment, down in her thigh prosthetic. Wearing very revealing workout attire, she works out...with a half-robotic Deathlok body. She looks perfect, working out. She's half-machine.
In a revealing swimsuit, she splashes down into the pool, and starts swimming...better than an Olympic swimmer. She makes Michael Phelps look like a sea cow. She swims like a Terminator...if Terminators could swim.
They probably can... But then, it's too bad that John Connor's never become a merman...or better yet, Leo DiCaprio's Jack Dawson. Pretty sure Leo's been the only Jack Dawson. There was talk, a while back, about doing a Titanic II...but I don't think that ever materialized. But then, it's just as well that it did. Dawson died in the original.
Once again, Michael gets to be inside the Death Locket's thigh, as she swims. From in here, he can see under the pool's surface. It's like being at an aquarium... Too bad Death Locket's the only wild animal on exhibit...
But then, Michael should be more grateful. I mean, let's face it; how many animals at muggle zoos have cybernetic prosthetic appendages? Or better yet, how many magical creatures in British wizardry have anything like that...other than the occasional silver appendage?
Later on, Ms. Ryker smiles down upon Michael, as he's tormented by her nanites. They take the shape of mites, and start picking on him. Here, Michael is tempted to conjure his wand and fight them. Alas, he'd rather not use magic in front of these awful women if he can help it. He'd prefer it if they didn't know he was a wizard...
Alas, even without his wand, Michael is capable of some impressive gymnastics. Or rather, gymnastics that WOULD look impressive, if his domina could see them from his own POV. Alas, the Death Locket knows nothing of what it's like to be this small. And by the looks of it, she plans to stay that way.
Ms. Ryker's eye has X-ray vision. She uses this to take a peek at Michael's tiny cock. At this, she giggles. His cock SO needs her...
From her fingertips, she produces short metal spikes. With them, she creeps up behind Michael, and pokes him with them. At the same time, she charges them with electricity, shocking him at the same time. Many times, she does this to him...usually from behind. More than once, she hopelessly traps him in a corner, and shocks him in the midriff instead. God, she's having a ball...
Time passes. Soon, Michael's in the clutches of a new domina. This one's name is Janice Lincoln. Without her Beetle exosuit, she feels naked.
Without her Beetle suit, she IS naked. She's topless, and taunting Michael with her overwhelming, yet gorgeous, appearance. She may be a Lincoln...but she's sure no Honest Abe.
Michael wouldn't know anything about that. The NAU is a mystery, in British wizardry...even if they do have Quidditch teams there...
Ms. Lincoln's been inoculated with a nanite-virus. Her relationship with that virus enhances her relationship with the Beetle suit...among other things. Alas, tonight, that suit's just going to have to stay off. Tonight, she's going to torment Lil Michael.
Her father's an albino black man. And he's a mountain of a man, too. He's Tombstone...and he's fought Spider-Man, among other heroes.
Personally, Ms. Lincoln has fought Black Widow and Winter Soldier...as Beetle. She's confident that Abner Jenkins, her predecessor, couldn't have whooped their asses better. Nowadays, Jenkins goes by MACH-X. And naturally, he can't slow down. Ms. Lincoln can't imagine why. Actual beetles aren't known for their speed, after all...
Fixer and Baron Zemo II made her Beetle exosuit for her. Hence, they've taught her a thing or two about aircraft maintenance.
First, Ms. Lincoln straps Lil Michael to a robotic beetle. Next, she sends the beetle in flight.
Up here, Michael is sickened. He'd prefer a broom...if only there were a broom in Wakanda that wouldn't weigh him down. Ordinarily, he'd bewitch the broom to where it wouldn't weigh anything... Alas, he'd need a broom first...which is hard to get when he can't tell where the broom is from which way the sky is.
As he's in flight, Ms. Lincoln, the half-ebony albino, rubs lotion all over her hooters. She flaps her long straight raven hair a few times, while doing this...
And, it happens. The robotic beetle flies super-fast on its way back...and wedges itself between Ms. Lincoln's hooters while "landing."
Confused, Ms. Lincoln looks around, as if she can't tell what just happens. Alas, she only adjusts her boobs, and giggles. She takes up more lotion, and finishes polishing off the ends of her boobs...