Rogue whimpered when the Enchantress visibly seemed to change her mind and then beckoned to her, making her kneel before her.
Gesturing and speaking with an ancient and dark incanation, Rogue screamed as her head felt on fire, and then the Enchantress levitated her up, her legs spread and pulled down her panties with a gesture.
She said "Get the bitch a mirror and a razor."
As Rogue shouted "Fuck you" she laughed.
"That's the idea, mortal."
When she saw herself in the mirror, as the man between her legs knelt and shaved her bare, Rogue burst into tears. Her hair, one of the things she was proudest of, that made her most herself was now a platinum blonde.
Then, when her pussy was bare, the Enchantress looked in closely. Rogue whimpered when those deft and subtle and inhumanly long and spider-like fingers probed her.
"Nice, the slut's good and wet."
Some of the men cheered, others saying "Of course the mutie whore is wet."
As the Enchantress started fingering her, Rogue moaned, her hips bucking into those fingers, the goddess laughing with a cold and sinister sound.
"Good, good, you'll learn your place."
Rogue came with a sudden wail of pleasure and then the Enchantress dropped her, seemingly, only to lock her arms down and her ass high with her legs spread.
"I think this whore wants it in her ass."
Casting a sudden spell that zapped her right on the asshole, Rogue suddenly moaned against her will. She felt very warm there, very wet. Like her ass....the new blonde turned pale. Like her ass was self-lubricating.....
She heard the Enchantress mock her telepathically: "A most useful spell. The Lady Sif certainly has enjoyed it before." Then, as the first of the men suddenly thrust up her ass, Rogue moaned again in a more despairing and deeper fashion.