Benster Versus Wicked Wanda


The Transmutation of Tomorrow


By Scarlet from a role play with Benster


Chapter One. Introduction

 

 

Thorne had called Wanda into his office

at the infamous Justice Club; it was not

an unusual occurrence.  Wanda frequently

talked with her 'creator' and senior

partner at the club which used real

heroines as strippers, and more.

 

Only weeks had passed since Thorne had

managed to free Wicked Wanda's id, her

personality, from the muffling persona

that was the bumbling Scarlet Witch. He

had done it through his usual methods

of mind control and physical torture.

 

Wicked Wanda had always been there, but

somehow the do-gooder Avenger had kept

the evil side of her mind in check. It

couldn't have been easy, for Wanda's

final freeing had resulted in a type of

acute schizophrenia called dissociative

identity disorder; now she and the

Scarlet Witch were truly two people

sharing the same body.

 

"I have a challenge for you Wanda, if

your up to it," Thorne said staring

intently at her with is cold, grey

eyes as she entered his well-furnished

office and quickly closed the door.

The club owner was a tall, muscular,

ruggedly handsome man with short brown

hair. He was dressed in an expensive,

grey, Italian business suit.

 

"What is it?" Wicked Wanda asked

eagerly as she quickly sat her five-

foot-seven-inch-tall, 130-pound, buxom

frame down at the chair across from

the club owner's desk. There was

nothing in the world that she wouldn't

do for Thorne, who was now her mentor

in the ways of bondage and crime.

 

"I need you to convince a hero named

Benster to do something for us," Thorne

said softly, with a gleam in his eyes.

He leered at the gorgeous blue-eyed

woman who had become virtually a partner

in his business operations.

 

As usual Thorne's favorite dominatrix

was dressed in revealing lingerie. His

other 'girls' had been complaining to

him about the amount of attention he

had been giving the auburn-tressed

beauty; Thorne of course had paid

no attention to the jealous prattle.

 

"Just tell me what you want and I'll

get right on it, Thorne," said Wanda,

smiling wickedly as she looked at

her frequent bed partner. She nodded

silently as Thorne explained his idea.

 

As Thorne finished, he said quietly in

a concerned tone, "You'll have to be

careful though, this Benster is no

pushover.  According to my informants,

his very powerful mental abilities

include: telepathy, superhypnosis,

microscopic vision, and psychokinesis."

 

"These powers are so well developed that

Benster, also known as Brainimator,

can easily change matter at the atomic

level. His cranial size is double that

of a normal person, his head will thus

look disproportionately large to you,"

Thorne continued quietly.

 

"My informants tell me his main weakness

is feminine hypnosis, usually through

the uses of their eyes or flashy jewelry.

Benster seems to be immune to mind

control from other sources," Thorne

finished, his boyish grin contrasting

strangely with his cold, grey eyes.

 

"He won't be a problem for me," Wanda

said confidently, "and I can probably

defeat him by just projecting my mind

into his via the Disk, skipping hypnosis."

She had reason to feel sure of  herself,

her primary weapon was a mutant ability

to alter probability fields and cause

unlikely phenomena to occur.

 

Wicked Wanda was also a powerful magic

wielder, a true witch. Without her good

side's strange lack of self-confidence,

magic and mutant power worked

completely in concert with each other;

she could now make virtually anything

happen, no matter how improbable.

 

Like the Scarlet Witch, Wanda had her

'jewelry-like' accessories as well.

They were energized by either her

mutant power or her witchcraft. Her

Broach of Displacement allowed her to

transfer her corporeal form, and

anything attached to it, instantly to

any place she could clearly visualize

in her mind.

 

Wanda's Disk of Mental Serenity

protected her from telepathic, psychic,

or hypnotic attacks. She had altered

it so that it now allowed her to

maintain a constant mental link with

Thorne, and she could also use it

to project her will into the minds

of others.

 

The scarlet-clad dominatrix carried a

thin, three-foot-long, leather-covered

adamantium, ruby-tipped riding crop.

The riding crop was actually Agatha

Harkness’, her good side's witchcraft

mentor, magic wand transformed.

 

"I had better get started," Wicked Wanda

said smugly, quickly got up, and walked

out of the office. Thorne smiled lustfully

at the buxom, athletic woman as she left.

This was his first attempt at seeing how

she would do at putting her new training

to use without his careful guidance.

 

 

Chapter 2. Trouble in Central Park

 

 

The next day, Benster was walking briskly

near Central Park, New York City. As was

normal for this time of day, the streets

around the park were bustling with

activity.

 

It was a warm, windless summer day; the

clear blue sky was free of clouds.

Suddenly, Benster heard strident screams

coming from a densely wooded area within

the huge, green urban park.

 

The hero ran quickly into the park toward

the sound, hoping to be of immediate aid

to the screaming people, possibly victims

of some criminal attack. "Hello, can I

help you??" Benster called out loudly.

 

As Benster finally came upon two young,

unconscious women lying below some tall

trees, he looked quickly around to see

if the perpetrator was still in the area.

Not seeing anyone, he rushed to the aid

of the unmoving women.

 

Suddenly, a beautiful, scarlet-clad

woman stepped silently out of the thick

trees behind the hero.  "Your Benster?"

she queried softly as she looked closely

at the man.

 

Benster was a strikingly handsome man:

five-foot-four-inches tall, 160 pounds,

well muscled, very deep brownish-green

eyes, and brown hair. He was dressed in

faded blue jeans, a dark blue polo shirt,

a tan trench coat, and a large tan,

Indiana Jones-type hat.

 

Benster turned abruptly at the sudden

voice, startled. "Who are you, and what

have you done to these women?" he asked

as he stared wide-eyed at the gorgeous

woman and her strange and sexy attire.

 

"I am Wicked Wanda..they are fine..it is

you that Thorne wants!" the woman stated

crisply. Suddenly she waved her wand,

which Benster thought was one of those

crops that European aristocrats used

when riding horses.

 

As the tall trees behind the hero were

suddenly enveloped by a strange,

shimmering, translucent, emerald-green

aura, they came alive and quickly bound

Benster spread-eagle in their woody limbs.

"You will come with me!" the strange

woman commanded without embellishment,

as she watched the hero's dislodged hat

fall to the ground beneath him.

 

Benster furrowed his brow deeply and

concentrated intently. The seemingly

living branches holding him mysteriously

crumbled to fine grey dust. "I think

not, Miss!" the hero calmly answered.

 

Wicked Wanda quickly waved her slender

wand again and, as Benster was surrounded

by the emerald aura, he was bound, still

spread-eagle, with metal bonds issuing

from a thick, silver steal frame. The

scarlet-clad dominatrix moved quickly

toward the somewhat surprised hero,

stating dryly, "Oh but you will."

 

"So you use magic," Benster said tersely,

not particularly struggling against the

metal bonds.

 

"Yes, and mutant abilities" the strange

woman answered with equal terseness.

Wicked Wanda quickly sprayed chloroform

around Benster's head from a small

container, waved her wand, and as an

emerald aura formed and disappeared, a

small, green-tinged, transparent force

shield englobed the hero's handsome

features to trap the gas before his face.

 

Benster concentrated hard again, and the

metal bonds and steel frame instantly

rusted to reddish-orange powder before

his strange assailant's very eyes. "You

will not be able to bind me like that,

my dear," he said, still unconcerned.

 

Wicked Wanda smiled broadly as she

looked quizzingly at the now freed man

with a force bubble around his head.

"You will see that I have my ways"

she quipped smugly.

 

Benster started to transmute the trapped

chloroform to a harmless gas, but the

initial whiffs of the anesthetic began to

effect him. He suddenly felt dizzy and

a bit disoriented.

 

The scarlet-clad mutant/witch quickly

waved her wand again at the hero and,

as he was yet again surrounded by an

emerald aura; he was suddenly incased

in ice..up to his neck! The evil woman

watched closely as Benster continued to

breath in the chloroform gas within the

force bubble.

 

"Nice trick, lady, but even ice can be

changed," the strangely confident man

said as he struggled in the cold ice.

 

Wicked Wanda grinned like a Cheshire

cat and chortled sardonically "Yes!

It is because of your powers and the

genetic material responsible for them

that Thorne wants you."

 

Benster effortlessly changed the ice

to water, but breathing more of the

chloroform as he did so. He rapidly

became dizzier and weaker.

 

The evil dominatrix released the force

bubble around the hero's head with a

quick wave of her wand. She then sprayed

more chloroform into Benster's flushed

face.

 

The drugged hero desperately erected an

air-shield between him and the pretty

villainess. The solidified, but transparent,

air blocked any additional gas from the

sprayer from reaching him, but he still

sucked in a few more whiffs of the drug.

 

Wicked Wanda shook her head in frustration

and again waved her wand at Benster and,

as he was surrounded by an emerald aura,

a chloroform-soaked towel instantly

appeared, tied tightly around Benster's

head. "Ohhh..I do so like magic," the

woman quipped and then cackled evilly.

 

Benster, struggled, looking disoriented,

but called on his tremendous will power.

Somehow he managed to regain concentration

and transmute the towel into a necklace

made of the whitest pearls, but not before

getting a very large dose of the gas.

 

The mutant/witch waved her wand, and a

large limb from one of the trees behind

the dizzy hero suddenly broke free and

fell. She began a shrill cackle.

 

"You seem to like chloroform, my dear,

here have some yourself!" Benster spat,

finally showing some concern. The hero

then created a cloud of chloroform gas

around the half-naked lady, but was

suddenly knocked hard to the ground by

the heavy limb that fell upon him

unseen.

 

As the cloud of transmuted gas surrounded

her, Wicked Wanda touched her broach and,

with a slight flash of light and small

gust of wind..disappeared! She reappeared

on top of the reeling Benster's chest as

he was struggling to slowly sit up.

 

With a loud snap of her fingers, the evil

woman suddenly held a chloroform-soaked

rag. She promptly held it tight to the

bucking heros's face. As he desperately

tried to throw her off him, she called

triumphantly out, "Sleepy time!

 

As Benster bucked hard, too weak from

the drugs to transmute either the rag

or the gas, Wicked Wanda struggled

to keep the rag on the hero's face.

The last thing Benster saw as his

eyes slowly closed, was the lovely

blue eyes, shiny red lips, and slowly

swaying skin, of his attacker as she

smiled malevolently down at him.

 

As Benster, suddenly went limp, Wicked

Wanda slowly stood, tired from the

physical struggle, and waved her wand.

Benster's unconcious form slowly

floated into the air of its own accord,

as improbable as that seems. 

 

The scarlet-clad woman walked slowly

over to the defeated hero and rapped

her arms tightly about him. Wicked

Wanda quickly touched her broach and,

with a slight flash of light and small

gust of wind...they disappeared!

 

 

Chapter 3. The Battle of Wills

 

 

With a slight flash of light and small

gust of wind...Wicked Wanda and Benster

suddenly reappeared..in the Justice Club

dungeon..the hero chained spread-eagle in

a metal X-frame restraining device that

was inclined backwards at a 45 degree

angle..the chloroform rag still covering

his handsome face.

 

The windowless dungeon was located in

a basement hidden below the Justice

Club and accessed only by some steep

stairs behind a secret 'brick' door in

one corner of the main floor of the

large building, or by means such as

the mutant/witch had just employed.

The dungeon was cold and dank; the

floor and walls were constructed

entirely of stone.

 

The dungeon was a large suite of rooms

filled with cages, whips, chains, and

various devices of torture. In the main

room, where Benster now found himself

bound to the metal X-frame by strong

leather straps, there were two other

pieces of ominous 'furniture'.

 

Off to one side of the torture chamber

was a four-feet-wide, rectangular

metal table, with a U-shaped opening

cut into one end. Directly in front of

the hero, about twelve feet away, was

a low, leather-covered vaulting horse

with four leather restraining straps

attached to the bottom of its legs on

both sides of the horse.

 

The scarlet-clad dominatrix was obviously

at home in this deplorable environment.

She knew the terrible equipment well,

as both 'host' and 'guest'; the room

had been her birthplace and, for the

last few weeks, her classroom.

 

Wicked Wanda checked carefully to make

sure that Benster was totally helpless,

kept deep asleep by the chloroform. She

then quickly dispelled the hero's clothes,

leaving him totallly nude, and began

purposefully attaching small sensors and

electrodes his head, chest, and buttocks.

 

The sensors attached to the hero's head

were designed to monitor for even the

slightest mental activity. The electrodes

immediately began discharging small,

random electrical shocks to Benster's

body and head to limit his ability to

concentrate; if even the slightest

increase in mental focusing were to be

detected by the sensors, more electrical

discharges would be triggered and the

intensity level upped an order of

magnitude, interrupting any attempt the

helplessly bound hero might make to

use his impressive powers.

 

The evil dominatrix then quickly removed

the rag from Benster's face, allowing

the level of chloroform in his system to

gradually decrease. As the bound hero

slowly stirred and started to come out

of his drugged stupor, two powerful

floodlights were lowered to positions

just beside and slightly behind Wanda's

shoulders as she stood to one side of

the hero. Now he could only make the

villainess out as a vague shape.

 

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh! What happened?" Benster

moaned and asked still mildly disoriented

by the fumes. He squinted his eyelids

as the bright lights hurt his sensitive

eyes, and then gradually he got used to

the brightness.

 

"You should be aware that any attempt

to concentrate mental energy..to use

your powers, and you will be shocked

by electricity. I have captured you for

Thorne," Wicked Wanda said quickly and

then continued, "We have need..of your

services..once you have served..you

will be released."

 

"Who is this Thorne, and who the hell

are you??" Benster asked angrily,

pulling at his bonds as he tried to

make out the figure hidden in the lights.

Then, ignoring the warning, he tried to

concentrate and use his powers. He gasped

as a large jolt of electricity from the

machine ran through his muscular frame.

 

"Thorne is my senior partner..I am, as

I said in the park, Wicked Wanda..the

Scarlet Witch's dark side!" the scarlet-

clad dominatrix said with a malicious

smile on her face. She cackled loudly

as Benster writhed from the electrical

shock, and then followed quickly with

a demeaning tone in her voice, "I see

you didn't trust my words..do you feel

the random shocks as well?"

 

Wicked Wanda then pointed with a flourish

to the silver, ruby filled, disk on her

forehead and said smugly, "The Disk of

Mental Serenity not only protects me

from most attacks to my mind, but it

also allows me to project my will into

the minds of others. I will now use it

to take your will from you for a while!"

Benster could almost, but not quite,

make out the small silver disk through

the bright lights.

 

Benster smiled confidently and started

concentrating intently in a special way,

accepting the resulting electrical shocks

into his body. As Wicked Wanda projected

an emerald cone of light from the disk

on her forehead toward his largish head,

beginning a powerful psychic attack, the

handsome hero smiled and calmly said,

"Dream on, Wanda, you'll only succeed

in blowing your own brains out."

 

The scantily clad mutant/witch smiled

evilly and said, "Your will..your mental

self..will soon be mine!" I look of

intense concentration came to her face.

 

The hero began to use the powerful

electrical shocks to strengthen his

brain waves, adding their energy to his.

"Oh, I'm sure!" he quipped sarcastically

and then chuckled loudly.

 

"Your resistance is futile, Benster,"

Wicked Wanda chirped, "let me have

your mind." "No!" the hero spat back

emphatically.

 

Wicked Wanda continued projecting an

emerald cone of light from the disk on

her forhead toward Benster's head, as

a powerful psychic attack raged on.

"Surrender," she said malevolently,

"you cannot hope to win against one

who can make the improbable reality"

The dominatrix then struck the hero's

chest hard with the riding-crop-like

wand, hoping to further disrupt his

concentration.

 

Benster quickly erected a strong mental

barrier to the psychic force, suddenly

sending part of the attack back at Wanda.

The domanatrix's disk emanated pretty

colored lights as it blocked the hero's

bold counterattack. "Psychic control

will not work on me woman, only female

hypnotism has been known to work against

me, and I have strengthened my mind's

resistance even to that" Benster said

quietly as the psychic war continued.

 

The mutant/witch continued to try to

brutally take over Benster's mind with

direct mental energy channeled through

her disk. Wicked Wanda again struck the

hero, this time on his thigh, hard with

the riding crop. "Surrender...make it

easy on yourself" she chortled

sardonically.

 

As Wicked Wanda continued to project an

emerald cone of light from the silver

disk on her forhead toward his head,

Benster stated emphatically, "Never, my

mind and will are my own. Sweat began

to slowly form on Benster's furrowed

brow as his mind fought desperately

against the powerful mental attack.

 

Suddenly, a large-breasted teenager

was escorted into the room by two huge

goons who were holding her tightly by

her arms. They took her purposefully

over to a place beside the low, leather

vaulting horse where Benster had a

clear view of her and then quickly

stripped off the lovely young girl's

strangely familiar tight, red, low-cut,

top with gold stars diagonally on the

right side, followed soon by her blue

shorts, white bra, and white panties.

She was left wearing only her calf-high

red boots and small gold tiara with a

red star in the center; she was also

wearing a very noticeable deep red blush.

 

"Surrender..your resistance is futile,"

Wicked Wanda spat as she continued to

project the emerald cone of light from

the disk toward Benster, as she pressed

on with the powerful psychic attack.  She

chuckled behind her veil of bright lights

as she noticed the hero stealing furtive

glances at the nearly naked teenager.

 

"And what may I ask are you going to do

with her?" Benster asked in a concerned

tone as he continued to steal glances at

the buxom, young girl.  In spite of

everything, in spite all of the various

distractions, the hero's iron will was

not bending.

 

The big goons then took the naked young

girl behind the low vaulting horse,

facing Benster, and roughly forced her

to lean forward over the modified gym

equipment. As the hero intently watched

the goons manhandle the pretty teen,

Wicked Wanda suddenly struck Benster

hard with her riding crop across his

well-muscled abdomen.

 

The evil dominatrix watched closely as

Benster reacted to the cruel blow, not

making a sound, but instead his eyes

slowly started to change, to start to

glow brightly with a green light which

he directed at Wanda, trying to catch

her eyes through the blinding lights

behind her.

 

"Surrender and she will not be harmed,"

Wicked Wanda spat as she pressed on

with the attack on the hero's mind,

ignoring his burning eyes. Then the

villainess suddenly cackled as she

realized what the hero was up to and

said gleefully "As improbable as it

may seem I cannot be hypnotized!"

 

"Oh, but you will not succeed here

either," Benster choked out between

gritted teeth as he watched the lovely

girl being forced over the vaulting

horse, bent at the waist. Her legs

were forced very wide and then her

ankles tightly bound to the bottom

of the horse's legs, followed by her

wrists in a similar fashion. The pretty

teen's very large breasts dangled and

swayed before the hero's intense gaze. 

She was bound so tightly that Benster

doubted her ability to move anything

else.

 

As Wicked Wanda continued to project

an emerald cone of light from the disk

on her forhead toward Benster's head,

attacking his mind, she said hypnotically,

"Your will is to be my will..surrender!"

One of the ugly goons besides the vaulting

horse suddenly lifted the bound girls head

and made her look at the hero..He whispered

something softly into her ear; she blushed

beet red and looked terrified.  "That is

WonderGirl," the evil dominatrix pronounced

abruptly and then cackled loudly.

 

Benster looked deeply into the young

heroines terrified eyes as the dominatrix

hidden in the bright lights continued her

powerful psychic attack on his tiring mind.

The hero suddenly turned his emerald gaze

on the naked girl. As she gazed deep into

his eyes, Benster hypnotized her instead

of Wanda, blocking out her ability to

feel pain. 'Threats of punishing the

girl will not be used against me', he

thought as he slowly nodded his head.

 

"You will surrender Benster! You will!

Your will will be my will!" Wicked Wanda

proclaimed angrily and suddenly turned

off the floodlights. Benster could then

see the villainess clearly for the first

time. The dominatrix before him was clad

in a open-bust teddy, calf-high boots,

thigh-high fishnet stockings, garters,

gloves, and choker, all scarlet in color.

She wore golden rings with w's in their

center through her pierced nipples.

 

Wicked Wanda smiled broadly at Benster

as his intense gaze then centered on

her. She could see lust flood into his

eyes. "It would be simpler to just

surrender Benster!" the villainess

chortled sarcastically.

 

"No, I will not!" the hero tersely

replied and pulled on his bonds. Though

sweat poured from his brow, his will

was still strong. He was confident he

could keep his powerful defenses

intact for a much longer time.

 

Wicked Wanda suddenly stopped projecting

the emerald cone of light from her disk,

ending her attempt to take over Benster's

mind by direct mental force. She looked

up at a camera high on the wall of the

room and tersely said. "I know Thorne.

I should have paid more attention to the

intelligence reports. I was stubborn..I

thought I could do it by force. I have

learned!"

 

Wicked Wanda turned her attention back to

the bound hero. She smiled as she could

tell Benster was gazing lustfully into

her eyes, obviously taken by how deep

and beautiful the blue orbs were. Wanda

smiled broadly as she was taken by an

idea and said sardonically, "You will

surrender to me Benster..you will!"

 

The half-naked dominatrix slowly walked

up to the bound hero and stood very

close to him, between his widespread

legs. She looked deeply into his

brownish-green eyes. Wicked Wanda

smiled as their eyes locked and slowly

reached downward with her gloved hand.

 

Wanda began gently fondling Benster's

manhood. "You really should surrender

Benster..all you are doing is delaying

pleasure for yourself," Wicked Wanda 

said softly as she could feel the hero's

phallus begin to swell in her hand.

 

"You will never have me Wanda! My will is

too strong for you to control," Benster

said confidently. He could feel a his

face redden as he was touched by the

sexy villainess.

 

Wicked Wanda began slowly, gently

stroking Benster's manhood with her

gloved hand, attempting to build his

arousal. She whispered softly with the

sexiest bedroom voice she could muster,

"Look at WonderGirl Benster..you want

her, you know you do. Your willy

betrays your need!"

 

Benster couldn't help himself as he

found his gaze drawn to the young teen

bent helplessly over the vaulting horse,

her ample breasts still swaying slightly.

'She too is incredibly sexy and beautiful,'

Benster thought and felt his manhood get

harder.

 

"Look at her Benster..she is a teen..and

she is to be yours," Wicked Wanda whispered

in the same hypnotic, bedroom voice. She

continued, softly commanding, "Now..look

at my eyes..are they not radiant?"

 

"Radiant? I don't think so, beautiful yes,

but radiant?" Benster said quizzingly.

Benster slowly looked deep into Wanda's

blue eyes, wondering what his captor was

up to. He could see golden flecks of

color floating in the blue pools.

 

"Surrender your will Benster, you must

look into my eyes," the evil dominatrix

whispered in the same hypnotic voice. She

then quickly projected an emerald cone of

light from the disk on her forhead toward

Benster's head.

 

Suddenly, the cone changed to an emerald

spiral in front of the hero's eyes, drawing

his eyes into Wicked Wandas's gold-flecked

blue eyes. "You feel your will slipping.

Watch the pretty spirals!" Wanda chanted

softly, and then commanded, "Surrender

your will"

 

As Wicked Wanda continued her ministrations

on his manhood, Benster was surprised by

the emerald spiral drawing him into the

villainess' eyes.  He was taken aback for

a second, and his defenses dropped a bit.

 

Slowly, relentlessly, the spiral in front

of Benster's eyes, drew his eyes into the

sexy dominatrix's eyes. As she continued

her work between his legs she said softly

in a hypnotic tone, "You feel your will

slipping. Watch the pretty spirals!

Surrender your will!"

 

Benster helplessly found himself looking

deep into Wanda's unblinking eyes, the

spirals drawing him slowly in like a giant

whirlpool. The hero began to seriously

worry now, the villainess' eyes becoming

too hypnotic for him to resist.

 

Wicked Wanda continued her relentless

hypnotic attack, drawing Benster's bright

brownish-green eyes into hers; he began to

be swallowed in the blue pools, the gold

flecks circling through his confused mind.

The villainess' soft bedroom voice

continued to hypnotically ring in the

hero's mind, as she said very slowly,

"You feel your will slipping...watch the

pretty spirals! You want to surrender

Benster..WonderGirl is beautiful..you

want her!"

 

The evil dominatrix continued slowly

arousing Benster sexually with her gentle,

gloved hand. The hero's eyes were sucked

relentlessly to his sexy captor, soon even

the lights from her glossy lips, and the

ruby of her crop as she moved it slowly

back and forth in front of him, added to

her eyes' hypnotic beauty. As the thought

'Surrender your will' sifted through his

tired mind, Benster protested, saying

choppily, "No!...Must resist you...Must

....not....surrender.........."

 

Wicked Wanda continued to slowly draw the

hero into her eyes, into the deep blue

pool and swirling gold flecks. Benster's

eyes seemed totally fixed on Wanda's now,

the life slowly draining from them, as

he looked deeper and deeper into her

hypnotic eyes.

 

In the distance, Benster could here a

soft, sexy, hypnotic voice echoing in

his head, saying persuasively, "Look

deeper, Benster, my eyes are draining

you, draining your thoughts, your will,

my eyes are too hypnotic to resist."

 

Benster gasped loudly, shivered in his

bonds, and slowly stammered out, "Nooooo!

You will.........not.......hypnotize,

not..........hypnotize........me........!

The color began to leave the handsome

hero's face as his body began to sag

limply in the X-frame.

 

"Surrender Benster..and WonderGirl will

be yours..she is an Amazon Princess..is

she not beautiful?" Wicked Wanda chanted

softly in her sexy, hypnotic voice as

she continued relentlessly drawing the

hero's  eyes into hers and arousing his

now raging manhood with her soft, gloved

hand. She continued softly with, "Amazons

ovulate only once every four years..now is

WonderGirl's time..you are to father a child

with her..surrender!"

 

Benster could helplessly feel his mind

slipping slowly away under Wanda's barrage

of sensations and suggestions, his defenses

weakening. Somewhere in the distance he

could hear WonderGirl gasp as she learned

of her intended fate.

 

As Wicked Wanda continued to draw Benster's

eyes into her swirling, gold-flecked pools,

she chanted sexily, "Surrender..my hypnotic

eyes have drained away all your will Benster,

leaving only mine. Surrender!" She leaned

even closer to the bound hero, her bountiful

breasts brushing across his muscular chest.

 

Benster blushed as he felt sexual thoughts

of WonderGirl creep into his mind, and of

Wanda too. He could feel Wicked Wanda's hand

gently stroking his stiff phallus, her sexy

voice rolled through his foggy mind like

echoes in a deep canyon.

 

Wicked Wanda, in a sexy, hypnotic, yet

commanding voice, chanted softly, "Benster,

look into my eyes, my deep hypnotic eyes,

watch how they swirl and spiral, let them

hypnotize you, let them take you deeper,

deeper with each second, draining away all

of your will, my will is now your will,

you must obey me completely. OBEY."

 

Benster's eyes slowly glazed over as he

began to weakly nod in agreement with the

evil dominatrix.  The last of his will

flowing from him into deep, swirling,

gold-flecked blue, hypnotic eyes.

 

The mutant/witch softly commanded, "You

will surrender! My hypnotic eyes have

drained away all your will, Benster,

leaving only mine. Surrender! You want

her..you want the Amazon to have your

child..surrender!" Wicked Wanda smiled

broadly as Benster suddenly went limp,

completely surrendering, now only able

to see Wanda's hypnotic eyes floating

before him, around him, through him.

 

Benster weakly moaned, "WonderGirl...Child.

Then his eyes became blank and lifeless. A

triumphant look quickly washed across

Wicked Wanda's face, and she smiled from

ear to ear, as she watched Benster's will,

his id, leave him and his mind became hers.

 

 

Chapter 4. Tomorrow's Beginning

 

 

With a quick wave of Wicked Wanda's wand,

Benster stood unbound and unfettered,

blankness filling his brownish-green eyes.

"Go to WonderGirl, Benster," the dominatrix

chanted softly, "she wants your child. Go

to her!"

 

"No! Please! I'll be ruined!" WonderGirl

sobbed as Benster moved quickly toward

her, his mind still swallowed by Wanda's

hypnotic eyes; her will controlling his. 

WonderGirl shivered helplessly in her

overtight bonds.

 

"Stand behind WonderGirl and take her,

Benster. She is yours...her child will

be yours!" Wicked Wanda urged excitedly,

cackling quietly as she watched intently.

She smiled wickedly as the teen heroine

sobbed and silently shook her head no.

 

Surprisingly, Benster let his own hypnotic

power suddenly flow into WonderGirl, as

his blank eyes stared softly into hers.

"Relax WonderGirl, your safe with me. Just

relax." the handsome hero's emotionless

voice quietly droned.

 

"Father her child, Benster!" the dominatrix

tersely commanded wondering if the hero's

actions were some kind of instinct, or if

some part of his id was still struggling

against her hypnotic commands. She noted

with interest that WonderGirl suddenly

stopped trembling as she looked on from

her position standing in front of the

young heroine.  Wicked Wanda looked deep

into the girl's now calm eyes, and said

in a commanding voice, "Take her Benster!"

 

Benster's soft, emotionless voice sounded

again, "Relax, Miss, our daughter will have

your strength and beauty, and my hypnotic

powers and ability to transmute matter. She

will be a very powerful child."

 

Wicked Wanda abruptly nodded and chortled

happily, "That is why Thorne ordered this

union! The child will be able to command

anything from others, make any substance

Thorne should ever need, and have the

strength to serve as a bodyguard as well."

 

"You want this WonderGirl. You want our

hypnotic daughter," Benster said softly as

he reached slowly forward and gently

caressed WonderGirl's reddened, tearstained

cheek. The front of his pelvis brushed

gently against her firm, young behind.

 

Wonder Girl looked slowly up at Wicked

Wanda in terror, and quietly said, "I want

what my master, Thorne, wants." "The child

will be very powerful WonderGirl..and

Amazons live very long lives..the child

will be blessed!" the dominatrix replied.

 

"Take her Benster!" Wicked Wanda commanded

impatiently. Wicked Wanda smiled broadly at

the impending union, thinking, 'Thorne will

be happy!' She watched intently as Benster

slowly entered WonderGirl, his penis hard

as a rock, thanks to her previous stroking

and the sexy teen's good looks. Benster

gently pushed the thick phallus into the

girl's tight, hot vagina, a little at a

time.

 

Benster suddenly let his blank eyes spiral

inward, drawing WonderGirl's tearful gaze

and will deep into his eyes, and into his

hypnotic control, as she looked back over

her shoulder at the man slowly entering

her sex. The hero heard WonderGirl moan

softly he entered her. He couldn't help

but notice that the teen was already

lubricated; Thorne had trained her well!

 

Once again, Wanda was left wondering if

the hero had some kind of instinct to

help others, or if his id was still there,

just under the surface of her hypnotic

control. She looked quizzingly at Benster

and then reached down and began gently

fondling WonderGirl's large, tender

breasts.

 

"WonderGirl, repeat what I say, repeat 'My

daughter will have my beauty and her

father's hypnotic eyes,' and keep repeating

it in your mind as we make love," Benster

softly pleaded. Benster leaned over the

teen heroine's back, reaching forward to

gently stroke WonderGirl's abundant breasts

and slowly knead them, sharing the task with

the dominatrix standing quietly on the

opposite side of the low vaulting horse.

 

WonderGirl moaned and quietly said, "My

daughter will have my beauty and her father's

hypnotic eyes." She gasped loudly as Benster

began pumping his manhood faster and faster

into her wet sex.

 

Benster then leaned back and began gently

running his hand along WonderGirl's sex,

trying to increase her arousal and

pleasure. "Repeat!" the hero pleaded

softly.

 

WonderGirl began moaning more loudly, the

sexual heat building within her loins.

"My daughter will have my beauty and her

father's hypnotic eyes," the young heroine

repeated softly as her hips began to buck

back to meet the hero's hard thrusts. She

could feel the dominatrix in front of her

tugging gently on her tender nipples.

 

Benster continued pumping his phallus

faster and harder into WonderGirl's hot

sex, building relentlessly toward a

climax. He could feel the moaning heroine

pushing her hips hard back against him,

obviously wanting him and hot with sexual

passion. "Repeat!" Benster spat excitedly.

 

"My daughter will have my beauty and her

father's hypnotic eyes!" WonderGirl grunted

as she could feel Benster bury his thick,

hard cock deep into her steaming pussy.

"My daughter will have my beauty and her

father's hypnotic eyes," the girl moaned

stridently again, looking back over her

shoulder at the handsome hero making love

with her.

 

Benster suddenly leaned forward and kissed

WonderGirl's glossy lips hard, with

tremendous passion. He tensed! He was almost

ready to climax. He smiled as WonderGirl

kissed him back with true passion, pushing

her hot tongue deep into his mouth.

 

WonderGirl cried out loudly, one last time,

"My daughter will have my beauty and her

father's hypnotic eyes." The heroine froze,

then suddenly bucked and twisted as she

climaxed, screaming, "nnnnnaaaaaaagggggghhh"

 

Benster suddenly let his hypnotic power

flow into WonderGirl's eyes, into her

brain, entering her completely, sinking

into her innermost being as he too climaxed.

"AAAAarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggggggggg

gggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!

Benster continued pumping his manhood into

the teen's tight sex for several seconds,

his gaze lost in WonderGirl's eyes, but

seeing only Wanda's hypnotic eyes in his

pleasure-filled mind.

 

Wicked Wanda looked triumphantly satisfied

as she dropped her hands from WonderGirl's

swaying breasts. 'Mission accomplished,'

she thought as she walked quickly around

the vaulting horse to stand beside Benster.

 

The dominatrix slowly reached down and

gently touched WonderGirl's belly, smiling

as she watched Benster's thick, white seed

dripping down the Amazon's widely spread,

quivering legs.  Wicked Wanda smiled

gleefully and pronounced, "As improbable

as it may seem...you have impregnated the

girl on your first attempt..Thorne will be

very happy! Oh..by the way..its a girl child"

 

As the big goon's walked quickly back into

the room, this time under Thorne's personal

supervision, Wicked Wanda gently put her

hand on Benster's rear. She smiled broadly

at the hero and pulled him gently from the

girl as she was being unbound. She smiled

triumphantly and winked at Thorne as

WonderGirl was led away. "Be right back,

Thorne," the evil dominatrix said with

great confidence.

 

Wicked Wanda put her arms slowly around

Benster and kissed him deeply, making

sure the hero stared into her blue,

hypnotic eyes. The mutant/witch quickly

touched her broach and with a slight flash

of light and small gust of wind...they

disappeared!

 

 

Chapter 5. The Release

 

 

With a slight flash of light and small gust

of wind...Wicked Wanda and Benster suddenly

reappeared back in the park, still kissing.

The sexy mutant/witch quickly cast create

clothes, and suddenly Benster was clad in

the outfit he had entered the park in a

few hours earlier. The evil dominatrix

thought quietly for a moment and then

dispelled her costume replacing it with

that of the Scarlet Witch.

 

Wicked Wanda chanted softly as she stared

deep into Benster's eyes, "Hear me Benster!

When you awake, you will only remember that

I was the voice that was screaming and that

you rescued me. You will remember nothing

of the battle..the dungeon..or WonderGirl!"

 

The evil dominatrix snapped her fingers

and commanded, "Awake!" She kissed Benster

passionately, thrusting her tongue deeply

into the hero's mouth.

 

Benster blushed deeply and gently pushed

her away. "Yes, I'm glad I could help you,

Miss," the hero stammered seeming very

bashful.

 

"Helpful..you saved my virtue..perhaps my

life..you are a hero!" Wicked Wanda said

emphatically. The crimson clad women quickly

kissed Benster again, smiling broadly.

 

"It was nothing, Miss? Er..don't I know you?"

the blushing hero asked, chuckling softly.

 

"I'm the Scarlet Witch," Wanda replied. "The

Avenger's will repay you some day..what is

your name?"

 

Benster had a strange feeling as he looked

at the pretty girl, as if he knew they would

meet again. "Benster," he replied with no

embellishment.

 

Wicked Wanda struggled to smile sweetly as

she said softly, "You are a good friend

Benster...ooops, have to be on my way!"

 

Benster looked up at the auburn-haired

beauty, his gaze seeming to sink deep into

her lovely blue eyes. A feeling of deja vu

flowed over him. He blushed again as the

buxom heroine kissed him again, gave him

a tight hug, and simply walked away.

 

Wicked Wanda walked quickly away from the

hero, further into central park. She came

to one of those fountains that people

like to throw coins into. She had an urge

to look to see what kinds of coins. The

light was just right, the reflection was

perfect.

 

Staring back at her was a woman dressed in

a rose colored body stocking over which she

wore a crimson leotard, calf-high boots,

long gloves, cloth tiara, and full cloak,

all crimson in color.  She swooned,

forced to sit at the edge of the pool.

 

The Scarlet Witch stood up, and looked at

Benster picking up a hat off the ground.

An Indiana Jones-type hat, exactly like

the one on his head.

 

"Oh my God! Poor Benster! POOR WONDERGIRL!

Cap will never believe this. OH NO! ITS

WORSE! I MISSED MY DATE WITH MAGNNUS!!!"

the crimson-clad Avenger said loudly to

herself and rushed quickly off.


The End.

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