Debased

By Scarlet

 

WARNING: This story contains sexual situations and violence (nc, MF).  It is to be read by adults only.  If this sort of material is not to your liking, then read no further.  The Scarlet Witch and Captain America are Trademarked characters (Marvel Enterprises) used in this not-for-profit fan-fiction; no Trademark infringement is intended.

 

 

            “The evening, last Friday, began normally enough, I guess.  I had a quiet evening planned…an early home-cooked dinner and then a movie.  I had downloaded an old classic from Netflix; El Cid, the old Charlton Heston and Sophia Loren movie, which I had heard was both a tale of rousing adventure and a passionate love story…the kind of entertainment that I felt certain Steve Rogers, my…company…for the evening, and I might both enjoy.  I did so much want Steve to enjoy his evening with me, and wanted it to begin with the most palatable meal I could manage to prepare…and some fine wine.  The wine was where my carefully prepared plans for the evening began to unwind.  I had forgotten to pick up the wine when I had shopped earlier in the day for the ingredients I needed to prepare chicken cacciatore.”

 

            “So it was that I came to be out on the street that evening.  I was returning from the liquor store with two bottles of imported Pinot grigio.  I hadn’t bothered to change into civilian clothes, because my rendezvous with Steve later was to be with both of us fully costumed; as Avengers’ team leader, Cap preferred such evenings so, as it made it feel…to him…less like he was fraternizing inappropriately with a subordinate.  Yes…I can tell from the look on your face that you’ve already guessed…that inappropriate fraternizing is exactly what I was hoping to enjoy if the evening went well!”

 

            “Every superheroine knows that her costume can make her a target…a target for vengeance due to her profession…a target for exploitation of her sexual assets…a target for countless other reasons when a famous girl makes herself so easily recognizable.  I knew that as well.  I guess I thought I was different…I guess I thought no one would be bold enough to try to take such advantages of me.  I am, after all, Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch of the mighty Avengers!  No…I was sure that I was different…special, I guess you might say…and totally untouchable.  I thought that right up to the very second the chloroform-soaked cloth was pressed over my face.”   

 

            “It was Knockout!  The gloved hand holding that terrible anesthetic over my mouth and nose belonged to that professional sleep artist.  I knew what he was trying to do to me instantly, and I knew that all I had to do was not breathe while I maneuvered my attacker into a position from which I could employ my hand-to-hand combat training and throw him off my back and onto the ground.  Every heroine knows how to deal with an attacker wielding a chloroform-soaked rag.  I suspect most every heroine feeling that terrible cloth getting pushed over her face makes that same gasp of surprise followed by a reflexive quick gulp for pure air, and instead gets a lungful of anesthetic before she realizes the danger she is in.”

 

            “Anyhow, I knew it was Knockout behind me…even as the world around me grew hazy…and that maneuver to judo throw my attacker to the ground became impossible due to that first small lungful of gas.  I struggled…I did…as Knockout’s squeezing arms forced the air from my lungs.  I struggled not to breathe in…though my lungs burned for oxygen.  I struggled to form a hex sphere and use the winds of change against the man behind me…but my ability to concentrate was already gone.  I fought against instinct to breathe the best I could…but instinct took over and my lungs filled with chloroform gas.  The fact that the initial haziness soon became blackness doesn’t embarrass me…any heroine in my position would have fallen to that professional gasser and his terrible weapon under the same circumstances.”

 

            “I don’t know how long I slept that evening…under the influence of that terrible anesthetic.  Long enough, I suppose…for as awareness gradually returned to my aching mind, I had already been locked into stocks.  My wrists and neck were tightly trapped…I found myself secured into a bent-over position…and I was naked!  My clothes, save for my trademark headdress, had been removed from me while I slept.  I was so very vulnerable!”

 

            “Terror filled my mind as I realized I was far from alone in a very large room.  Knockout was there across that room…getting paid…no doubt for my capture…by a man dressed in a white suit who I knew to be a New York City crime lord named Fisk…a man who now used the nom de guerre The Rose.  Those two men I recognized…but not the four dozen or so other rough looking males in the room around me…most of who were staring at me with lust in their eyes.  I am a superheroine!  I knew I would most likely soon be subjected to abuse…most likely sexual abuse!”

 

            “Then I realized something else!  My breasts felt strangely heavy and bloated…and were beginning to tingle.  I wondered what had been done to them.  I wondered if I had perhaps been injected with lactation-inducing drugs…and was going to be milked even as I was subjected to that sexual abuse.  I didn’t want that!  I wanted to be free!  I tried to form a hex sphere around the stock that kept me so vulnerable.  Nothing…nothing at all happened!  I couldn’t concentrate!  I began to feel ill as disgust…both at my failure and the thought of the milking…joined my feeling of helpless terror as I waited for my degradation to begin.”

 

            “I watched Knockout take his money and leave the large room…obviously giving up his chance to be part of the degradation his capture of me had made possible.  I found myself feeling strangely insulted…and furious at the same time.  I watched as the door leading outside closed behind my kidnapper…struggling with my disappointment and anger.”

 

            “Seconds later…that same door opened again…and what I saw then totally crushed my spirit!  Although I was hoping it wouldn’t be so, I was ready to accept sexual abuse…even by all fifty-odd men in the room.  I wouldn’t like it, but I knew I would survive the embarrassing derogatory remarks that would no doubt accompany my being turned into a human milk cow as well.  However, I wasn’t so sure I would survive…would even want to live…when that man walked through that open door from the streets outside…no doubt having seen Knockout’s exit…carrying a camera.” 

 

“I recognized the camera-carrying man!  It was Sherman Evans, a reporter for the National Enquirer who had made a career out of disclosing what happened to superheroines when they were made to pay the price of losing battles against the forces of evil…of getting caught!  My spirit died right then and there, for clearly Evans was there…in that room full of evil men…for ME!  My family…friends…teammates…and the public-at-large…they were all soon going to learn of my paying the price for getting caught.  My impending debasement was about to become front page news!”

 

“Crestfallen, I shivered helplessly…naked and trapped in stocks in a totally vulnerable position…with breasts that were now aching terribly.  To this point, I hadn’t spoken a word since awakening; that was about to change as I watched the crowd of men part as the crime lord slowly walked towards me.  I knew my words would fall on deaf ears, but as one of Fisk’s henchmen handed him a piece of bondage equipment made of wire and leather straps, and I knew my ability speak was about to be taken away from me, I spoke them anyhow.”

 

“‘Fisk…release me at once…and only Knockout will face additional criminal charges for his actions this day.  Why put yourself in jeopardy…my teammates, the mighty Avengers are no doubt searching for me…could find me any minute.  Don’t you know…the great risk to you…should I begin to wield…the winds of change?’ I stammered that evening in a voice that I had hoped would be calm and professional, yet instead contained a quiver that made my words a helpless plea.”

 

“The Rose trampled my hopes that day as he admitted, ‘Yeah, I know TOO well the risks your hex spheres bring, Scarlet Witch.  Some of my brother’s men lived through the inferno you made of their wine cellar and told us of how your hex turned flesh and blood and clothing into vapor, and the first Rose dropped onto those cellar steps a pile of bones.  Kingpin and my brother, the first Rose, didn’t get along so well, Wanda Maximoff, but Kingpin has still asked me to make an example of you before I earn my brother’s position in our crime cartel.  I hate to tell you this, toots, but Knockout assures me his sleepy gas concoction now includes drugs that will preclude the use of metahuman powers for a full eight hours following one of his patented takedowns.  Not that I want to be the barer of even more bad news, but you should also be aware that we left a note at your apartment, telling whoever was going to get to share that fine meal you were evidently about to prepare, that you will be rather late in returning.  No one’s searching for you, toots.’” 

 

“I’m sure I grew visibly pallid, just then and there, as I prepared to accept a fate no woman should ever be asked to accept. ‘What are you…going to do…to me?’ I stammered softly, trying to make my words loud enough for only Fisk’s ears.  ‘How are you going to make an example of me?  What have you done…are you going to do…to my breasts?’”

 

“The Rose laughed as he held the dental gag before my face with one hand, and then held out his left hand to accept another tool from one of his other henchmen.  His laughter increased in volume as fear filled my widening eyes as I recognized the dental forceps.  While I shook my head negatively and desperately tried to pull my hands out of the stocks’ holes, he informed me in his cruelest tone, ‘Word on the street is that you’re one hell of a cock sucker, Scarlet Witch.  We’re going to give you give you a chance to prove that.  That’s part of what we’re going to do to you.’”

 

“‘As for your breasts…they’re the example part…hopefully,’ Fisk quipped sardonically before he explained.  ‘The thick elastic bands you’re wearing around the bases of your big knockers should function as tourniquets .  I’m hoping the blood supply to your famous melons has been staunched.  I’m hoping your big boobs are dying on your heaving chest.  I’m hoping that, if you don’t choke to death during the next few hours, your gangrenous tits are going to have to be amputated.  I’m hoping that you’ll remember my brother, the first Rose, and the day his brother and father made you pay a lesson you can never forget for killing him, as you walk the streets flat-chested!’”

 

“As if to emphasize his sordid words, Fisk lowered his left hand and the dental forceps he held in it and began to crush my right nipple between its jaws.  I howled…yes I shrilled at the top of my lungs in pain and terror…regardless of how un-heroic it made me feel.  While I truly didn’t believe the bands I couldn’t see could completely cut off the blood supply to my breasts, given that that blood was supplied by a network of smaller, rather than one or two main, arteries, I did truly fear he might begin my example making by mutilating my breast tips.”

 

“Fortunately…or perhaps unfortunately…he released my nipple before making it bleed…raised the tooth extraction tool to my mouth, and, as he used the cold metal to part my lips, chortled, ‘More than a few of the men around you are hoping for a gum job.  I might just give them their wish, despite the fact that most of us want to keep our cocks from being coated with blood, if you don’t open wide and cooperate while I fit this dental gag on that lovely face of yours!’”

 

“‘Rose…’ I rasped quivering in terror…yes…I admit it…I was terrified as I begged, ‘please…I’ll cooperate.  I’ll perform fellatio on any man who wants it…willingly.  You don’t need to…pull my teeth.  You don’t need to gag me.  I promise…I won’t bite!’”

 

“‘No…you won’t bite, will you?’ Fisk replied as he slid the forceps’ jaws between my teeth and into my open mouth, before he hissed his next command.  ‘Now…open up…or I’ll rip out one of your incisors.  Do it now!’”

 

“I nearly peed myself, as heard that threat, but I managed instead to open my mouth wide.  I gasped with relief as Fisk handed the dental forceps back to his henchman, and then moaned softly with disappointment as the crime lord busied himself with fitting the bondage restraint onto my face and then buckling its straps behind my head.” 

 

“I must have had a look of confusion on my face as he suddenly draped a pair of wire contraptions with hooks on their ends over my forehead, and then began to position a similar set of hooks on my cheek bones, for he spat, ‘Eyelid hooks!  They won’t hurt your baby blues, but you won’t be able to close them either.  You’re going to be given the chance of admiring every cock that feeds your pretty heroine mouth.  And you’re going to get cum in your eyes if some of the men prefer to make a mess of that pretty face rather than feed your gullet!’”

 

“Disgusted, common sense fled me, and I began shaking my head, undoing the crime lord’s careful positioning of the blunt hooks.  Fisk grunted in anger and held his right hand out to his henchman, who again handed him the dental forceps.  Again I nearly peed myself as I realized I’d given The Rose cause to begin pulling my ivory teeth.  I was almost relieved as the extraction tool was lowered to my left breast tip, instead of making a journey into my now wedged-open mouth.  I shrieked at the top of my lungs as Fisk sought to crush my left nipple.  When he returned the forceps to his henchman…I wasn’t sure my nipple was still a nipple.  I cooperated fully as he hooked my eyelids open, while I moaned at the burning fire at the tips of my numbing yet throbbing breasts.”

 

“‘That’s better,’ Fisk announced when he finished with the dental gag and its accessories.  Then he turned and called out, ‘She’s ready to pay for what she did to my brother, Evans.  She’s ready to become your front page news.  What say you take a before shot while I strip, and then I’ll get the party started.’”

 

“Without saying a word, Evans knelt about fifteen feet away, and after the men around me rushed to get out of camera shot, snapped his first picture.  Then the reporter stood, moved forward, and knelt again.  As he took his next photograph, I knew my face, helplessly restrained for my impending debasement, fully filled the picture frame.  Evans smiled sheepishly at me.  Then he smiled again, this time with obvious excitement and intense anticipation, as he nodded upward to Fisk.”

 

“My eyes quickly left the newspaper reporter to find the crime lord.  As the now naked man pulled a pinkish eyeleted hood over his head, I knew Fisk was gone, and that the Rose had truly been reincarnated.  As the crime lord’s massive, uncircumcised penis swelled and stiffened between his legs, I knew I was no longer Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch.  I was just a superheroine who had foolishly let herself get caught by the forces of evil, and who was about to be fully debased as punishment for that unforgivable stupidity!  As the Rose’s henchman unzipped and pulled out his own, less impressive, manhood, I knew my debasement was going to be both thorough and long!”

 

“The Rose’s blue eyes gleamed evilly down at me as he stood their holding his massive manhood that was still slowly swelling to fully erect in his left hand, and hissed, ‘God I’m going to enjoy this, Scarlet Witch.  You’ve no idea of how long I’ve dreamed of this day.  You’ve no idea of how many whores have been on their knees before me dressed in something from your “Secretly Scarlet” line of lingerie while I practiced my face fucking.  I’m going to enjoy this…but I bet you don’t!’” 

 

“The villain took his time as he stepped before me, wedged his tumid manhood between the dental gag’s bits, and slowly pressed his penis into the back of my mouth and then down my esophagus.  My face slowly reddened as he just stood there looking down at me.  Do you have any idea of how impossible it is to breathe while you’ve got a phallus pushed deep down your throat?  No…sorry for asking…I’m sure you don’t.  Anyhow, the Rose waited until I felt sure I he was going to snuff me…suffocate me with his penis…before he started using my mouth and throat as a vagina.  His oral intercourse was forced upon me at a measured pace at first, but soon he was pounding his crotch into my chin with unbridled frenzy.” 

 

“I don’t know how long this went on…minutes I’m sure…but it seemed like hours.  My jaw ached from being wedged so wide open, and my throat burned from the most unusual friction it was experiencing.  I coughed and gagged around the warm, stiff penis, desperately hoping the crime lord would finish with me.  Then I felt his manhood swell in my mouth, and knew I might soon see that hope fulfilled…that his ejaculation was near.  He knew it too!  Once again he forced his phallus into the depths of my throat and left it there…pulsing a few times before the spaying of warm liquid into my overstretched esophagus began.”

 

“The Rose roared triumphantly as he fed his seed down my throat, staring downward into my reddening face with rage and hatred in his eyes.  Once again my air passage was blocked, and I tried unsuccessfully to scream in terror as my suffocation neared completion.  I swallowed desperately.  I swallowed his sticky semen.  I swallowed around his twitching manhood.  I swallowed…as my mind reeled and my body quaked.  I swallowed…as I wished for freedom…or even death.  I wasn’t so lucky.  He finished his climax, and slowly pulled his softening penis out of my mouth, letting me finally gasp in much needed air.”

 

 “The hooded crime lord stood there…for what seemed to be an eternity…looking down at my quivering body as remnants of his ejaculate dripped out of my wide-open mouth.  Then he squatted, reached under the stock, and gave each of my breasts a hard inward slap before taking one breast in each hand and squeezing with all of his might.  The low groan of pain that his actions ripped from my throat told him what he was trying to learn, as he acknowledged, ‘Your milk bags aren’t dead yet, Scarlet Witch!  They are reddish purple already though, and growing darker every second.  We’ll see if they’re not purplish-black lumps of meat when the last man’s done using your mouth and throat.  NEXT!’”

 

“One of the Rose’s henchmen stepped forward, still holding the dental forceps, and slipped his circumcised manhood between the dental gag’s bits.  Like his boss, the Italian mobster used my mouth and throat for copulation.  Although his throat humping also blocked my airway and threatened my suffocation, he didn’t last nearly as long.  As his ejaculation began, he pulled his swollen glans out of my throat and took great care…and obvious pleasure…in filling my mouth with his seed…forcing me to taste his sperm.  Finally…his climax finished…he spat, ‘Swallow, ya big-titted bitch.!.  Let’s make yer belly pregnant!’  He laughed as I instantly complied, and then chortled, ‘Yer next, Sammy!’”  

 

“The henchman who had handed the Rose the dental gag pushed through the crowd of men to stand before me fully nude.  The huge black man just grinned as he let me examine his equipment, and his grin broadened as my shivering became quaking.  His thick bulbous penis was well more than a foot long, and as thick as a beer can.  If he forced that monster down my throat and left it there, as his boss had done, I knew I was dead.  The man’s scrotum was equally impressive, so full and bloated.  The testicles it housed had to be the size of tennis balls.  I knew that, if this man fed me his seed, my stomach might indeed be left feeling full and my belly looking bloated.”

 

“The black man grinned down at me as he pressed the tip of his glans between the gag’s bits, and chortled, “Sammy gonna lose some skin if he try to fuck little mouth through gag.  Sammy think pretty heroine gonna make him cum anotha way if she wanna live.’  The dark-skinned giant then placed a huge hand on either side of my head and forced me to bend my neck tilting my face upward.  When my neck reached the breaking point he paused his pressure on my head and spat, ‘Pretty heroine lick Sammy’s cock head!  Heroine make Sammy have nice cum, or Sammy snap heroine’s neck like a twig.  LICK!’”

 

“Despite the fact that an aching neck had joined my cramping jaw muscles, and the pins-and-needles sensation and burning tips of my breasts, as uncomfortable distractions, I flickered my tongue at whatever portion of that huge bitch-tamer phallus was placed over the dental gag bits.  My concentration never wavered as I licked and slurped dark man-meat.  It wasn’t long before my efforts were rewarded.  It wasn’t long before Sammy groaned in pleasure as he pumped copious quantities of ejaculate out onto my face.  My eyes were burning with irritation as the black man stepped away.  My face was covered with sticky goo as Sammy disappeared into the crowd.  My debasement had truly begun!”

 

“The crime cartel’s leaders having taken their turns, the other four-dozen-or-so men rushed forward and jockeyed for positions in front of my face while I moaned in despair.  There was no stopping it…my debasement that evening.  There was no pause in it either.  That didn’t stop Sherman Evans from recording my downfall with his digital camera as one man after another made use of my mouth and/or throat.  Most of the men humped my face, and sent their loads deep down my esophagus, but some of the men preferred to ejaculate into my mouth after oral intercourse.  More than a few men masturbated themselves before me, and sprayed ejaculate into my eyes and over my face.  I recognized more than a few men…taking second turns.  This oral sodomy seemed to last forever, not merely hours, and most of the men took opportunities to fondle, squeeze, punch, or kick my dangling breasts.  Strangely, not a single man took the obvious opportunity to try to impregnate me.  Not a single man used my vulnerable vagina!”

 

 

 

“How did that make you feel, Miss Maximoff?” the older woman behind the large desk asks softly, interrupting my description of what had happened to me for the first time.  As I look up from the couch upon which I lay, I watch her push her horned-rim glasses back against the bridge of her nose, and then fiddle with the knob of her blonde bun.  The woman’s face is flushed with excitement, and her skirted legs tightly crossed.  I can tell she is sexually aroused by what she is hearing…to the point that her question comes with less than her usual precision in the wielding of words.  She realizes it too, and quickly adds, “How did it make you feel when you realized the men weren’t interested in having intercourse with you in the normal way?  From my experience, raping you superheroines with the intention of impregnating you is usually a fairly high priority to such men under such circumstances.”

 

“I blush beet red, and then truthfully admit, “I felt disappointed…terribly disappointed…frankly, Dr. Janko.  I mean…I didn’t want to be sexually abused.  No heroine does.  But I WAS getting sexually abused…as man after man…forced oral sodomy…upon me.  They were getting…pleasure…from me!  They were…achieving…climax.  A forced orgasm…even though it came via rape….  My disappointment would have been…lessened….”

 

“I see,” the older woman replies softly with a thoughtful look on her face and interest in her eyes.  “The men were selfishly seeing to their own pleasure without bothering to…force…pleasure onto your body.  A most unusual case, I must say.  Please do continue with your description of what happened to you last week, Miss Maximoff.”

 

 

“As the last man lined up before my face finished feeding his seed into my aching throat, I watched Evans take another photograph of my filthy face and then hurry quickly away to the back of the room.  Despite my cramping jaw muscles, my numb breasts, and the humiliation I felt as stickly fluid dripped down or dried on my face, I was aware of my surroundings.  I noticed Evans make a phone call in a whispered voice.  I wondered who he was talking to…briefly…but then the Rose and his henchmen, now dressed, had my full attention as they moved purposely towards me.”

 

“‘Word on the street was right, Scarlet Witch!’ the Rose chortled sarcastically as he glowered down at me with his gleaming blue eyes.  ‘You ARE one hell of a cock sucker.  You’ve got a belly full of protein to prove it, along with some disgusting new makeup.  Word was you were one of the bigger titted superheroines, as well.  Your knockers were nice and big and pretty looking, if I must say so myself.’”

 

“Tears welled in my eyes as I watched the Rose squat before me and reach for my breasts.  I didn’t like the way he was talking about them in the past tense, I’ll have to admit.  I could feel the center of gravity of my chest shifting as his arms moved below me.  I could see the grimace on his face, and I assumed he was squeezing my breasts again in each hand with all his might.  Then the crime lord grunted, stood, and chided, ‘Those big melons of yours are damned purple, Scarlet Witch, and near black in places.  Mission accomplished I do believe.  I need to be sure though.  Give me your knife, Sammy.  I’m going to saw off her nipples…if her breast tips don’t bleed…she’s going to need a double mastectomy in the morning!’”

 

“Terror again filled my soul, and I can tell you I nearly broke my wrists as I began yanking on them, trying to free them from the stocks’ holes as I watched the black man fishing in his pocket with his right hand.  I desperately tried to concentrate…to form a hex sphere…nothing happened; Knockout’s concoction was still working even though hours had passed since he had put me to sleep with that chloroform-soaked rag!  I quaked with grim foreboding as I watched the large black man hold out the switchblade towards his boss.  While my breasts were totally without feeling, I still doubted they had died from oxygen starvation due to the tourniquets cutting off their blood supply.  As I said before, their circulatory system made such unlikely.  Having them mutilated by the crime lord with a knife was something I still desperately wanted to avoid.  It was then, as the Rose reached for that knife, that I first heard the siren.”

 

“‘Holy shit, boss!’ the Italian henchman spat with obvious concern on his face from his position beside the Rose.  ‘It’s the cops!  They’re comin’ this way!  Put that pig sticker away, Sammy!  We’s gotta scram!’”

 

“The Rose shrugged his shoulders with disappointment obvious in his eyes as he watched his larger henchman return his knife to his pocket, and then calmly called out, ‘Alright you clowns, Leo’s right.  You’ve had your fun!  Now it’s time to scatter.  MOVE IT!’” 

 

“The room was filled with a flurry of activity as the men did scatter.  As I watched the Rose and his henchmen hurry out the front door, I saw Evans take a seat near the front of the room on some stairs at the bottom of a stairwell leading to the buildings second floor, his position hidden by the low railing wall on the stairwell’s outer side.  Minutes later, two police officers, one a female, entered the room through the front door.  I was exhausted, but I’m sure both embarrassment and relief filled my face as the two officers hurried over to stand before my filthy nakedness.”

 

“‘We’re here, Miss,’ the clean-cut male police officer calmly assured me as he kneeled and stared into my eyes.  ‘Are you badly hurt?’  The man smiled pleasantly at me as I shook my head, before saying, ‘Good, then we’ll free you before determining if an ambulance will be needed.  Is there a lock on the stocks, Angie?’”

 

“‘Nope, Steve, just a pair of clips over the brackets at each end,’ the black girl with short curly hair replied to her partner as I looked up into her gleaming brown eyes with both shame and hope on my face.  She walked up and examined the right clip before explaining, ‘You just pull out on the outer pin arm and lift, then pivot the upper half of the stocks off her trapped neck and wrists…if that’s what you want to do.’”

 

“‘Yeah, well we’d best let her out of there, get that gag off her head, and get her statement, Angie,’ the male police officer replied as we both watched his partner circle around behind me.  ‘I got the feeling we’re going to be spending the rest of our shift back at the station filling out paperwork.’”

 

“‘Maybe not,’ the female police officer asserted as I felt her eyes scrutinizing my sex.  She chuckled behind me and then asked, ‘You don’t recognize her, do you, Stevie boy?  She’s not going to be making a statement…her kind never do!  She’s one of those superheroine vigilantes.  They call her the Scarlet Witch.  Hmmm, someone made a mess of her face, but even though her lips look moist and ready for action back here, I don’t think she got herself raped…vaginally or anally.  Too bad my strap-on is at home.  I wouldn’t mind changing that situation for her.’”

 

“‘Christ, Angie,’ the policeman spat with disgust as he watched me cringe at the policewoman’s words, ‘you dykes are worse than any man when it comes to constantly thinking about sex.  Now that you mention it though, I do recognize her headgear.  Seeing as she is a superheroine, who evidently got herself caught by the bad guys, you’re probably right about her and that statement.  Too bad too…I’d really like to hear about what they did to those big jugs of hers.  Damn they look mauled!’  The policeman grinned sheepishly at his partner as she circled back to the front of the stocks while I frowned at his words, and asked, ‘Would you really do her, while you’re on-duty, Angie, if you had your strap-on?’”

 

“‘You’re damned straight I would, Stevie boy,’ the policewoman chortled as I looked away from the gleeful look on her face and clenched my fists in anger.  ‘Someone’s been teaching this heroine bimbo a lesson about taking the law into her own hands.  It would be only fitting for peace officers like us to be part of that lesson teaching.  Damn…if only I had my strap-on…this bi-sexual bitch…not lesbian bitch, Stevie boy…would show her a real good time to cap off her evening of education.  What about you, Steve?  You ain’t got no excuse…your equipment comes preinstalled!’”

 

“I watched as the male police officer blushed badly as he stared into my face while nodding, and admitted in a cracking voice, ‘Yeah, I’d like to fuck her too.  It would be cool to tell my friends that I had a piece of the Scarlet Witch.  However, Angie, I’m a good enough lawman to know better than to leave my DNA in her vagina or anus in the event that she proves us both wrong, and does go to the hospital later.  It would be easy to prove my crime if they did a rape kit on her and my semen was extracted.  I’m not putting MY package in that disease-ridden cesspool they made of her mouth, either.  Open up those stocks and let’s get the hell out of here!’”

 

“‘Not so fast, Stevie boy,’ the policewoman quipped with laughter in her brown eyes as she watched the symphony of emotions playing across my face.  ‘Be a stud and add your spunk to the rest of the mess on her face, at least.  Remind this bitch of who the law is!  Spray her!’”

 

“‘I’m not jerking off for your viewing pleasure, Angie!’ the male police officer spat acerbically, much to my relief.  ‘Free her and let’s skedaddle!’”

 

“‘No, spray her face!” the black girl urged with a wicked look on her face as she watched anger and disbelief grow on my face.  ‘I’ll even prove I’m bi, and not lesbian, by giving you head until you’re ready to blow.  Just don’t forget to warn me off in time!  This bitch don’t like the taste of spunk!  You can’t be charged with any sex crime I know of if your parts never touch her parts.’”   

 

“‘Deal!’ the handsome young police officer spat and then laughed at the despair on my face.  ‘Sorry, Scarlet Witch, but Angie just made me an offer I can’t refuse.  Besides, she’s right.  Consensual relations between me and my partner aren’t a crime, and if you accidently get in the way of my ejaculate…well accidents happen and can’t be proven to have been done with criminal intent!  Suck me, Angie!’”

 

“A frown filled my face and tears welled in my eyes as I watched the policewoman kneel just in front of me facing towards my left, while her partner pulled down the zipper of his uniform pants and carefully pulled a respectable-sized penis out into the open.  Without saying a word, he stepped forward, pointed his manhood toward my right, and slid his member into the black girl’s open mouth.  It took only seconds for both the policeman and me to recognize the truth of the policewoman’s words about not being an outright lesbian—within seconds she was performing fellatio with the skill of an expensive call girl.  This was clearly not her first time smoking a flesh cigar.”

 

“You probably can’t imagine how disgusted…how helpless…how useless…I felt as I watched the policewoman slurp on her partner’s phallus…knowing her sole purpose in doing so was to enable him to add to my already thorough degradation.  Hopefully, you’ll never feel the gut-wrenching illness I felt as I witnessed their sordid behavior…the disdain I had for those two law officers as they dishonored their oaths…the shame that washed through my soul as I realized that it was all being done to debase me.  My disgust…my disgrace…my dehumanization grew with each loud moan of pleasure she drug from that policeman’s throat as she took his manhood in her mouth.”

 

“A few seconds later, I heard the policeman warn, ‘I’m going to shoot, Angie!’  The policewoman cackled loudly as she pulled her head back and watched her partner twist his hips towards my face.  I groaned in disappointment as I heard the lawman gasp, and then felt his hot seed splashing my face and eyes.  He breathed heavily for several seconds, trying to catch his breath, as he stared down at me while I shivered with disgust.  Seconds later, with shame in his voice, he whispered, ‘Sorry, Scarlet Witch.  Now I wish I hadn’t done that.  Free her, Angie!’”

 

“‘Just a second, Stevie boy,’ the policewoman chortled as I glared with rage at her partner through the liquid coating my corneas, ‘I want to check out her tits first.’  I turned my fury-filled eyes on the black girl as she quickly knelt before me and reached under my stocks with her right arm.  Once again, I could feel the weight pulling downward on my chest shift from, I assume, her hefting my breasts, one at a time in her right hand, but couldn’t really feel her touch.  My furor became despair as I heard her tell her partner, ‘Her knockers are cold.  I think the crooks that captured her were trying to snuff her tits via elastration.  If those bands around the bases of her tits were around scrotums, there would be two eunuchs in this room right now.  Boobs…well…I’m not sure.  At any rate, when she does get free…she’s going to be more worried about getting her moneymakers checked out than having a rape kit done.  Let’s skate!’”

 

“‘But shouldn’t we free her…get those bands off her melons…?’ the policeman asked as he shifted his eyes from his partner to me and then back again.  ‘Maybe they can still be sav…!’”

 

“‘Maybe we can both do time…or at least lose our jobs…for what you did to her face, Stevie boy!’ the policewoman asserted forcefully.  ‘Now let’s scram!  In a few hours it will be daybreak, and the janitor will find her here.’  The black girl rushed towards the front door.  Her partner hesitated, and then followed in a hurry.”

 

“I think I would have broken and began bawling just then, as that front door slammed closed, if I hadn’t caught sight of Evans, still clicking away with his camera from his hiding place at the bottom of the stairs.  He grinned sheepishly at me as he caught me watching him, and slowly sauntered over to stand before me.  The newspaper reporter looked thoughtfully at me for a few seconds, before reaching out with his right hand and removing the latch pins, one at a time, from the ends of the stocks.  Then, as he rotated the upper half of the stocks off my wrists and neck, and watched me straighten up with a groan of discomfort, he quipped, ‘I’m sure you won’t mind if I let you deal with those bands on your own.  While I wouldn’t mind hanging around and helping you to try to rub the feeling back into those hooters of yours, I’ve got a story to file.  See you in the funny papers, Scarlet Witch!’” 

 

“I watched Evans rush away in disbelief.  The scumbag who was about to make public my debasement at the hands of the Rose had just played the role of hero, while two police officers had just proved themselves to be worthless carpetbaggers.” 

 

 

 

“Life is full of surprises, is it not, Scarlet Witch?” Doctor Janko interjects, bringing me back to the present and the couch I lay upon.  “How did you feel…the next day…when you read Evan’s story on the front page of the National Enquirer…and saw the pictures documenting your sexual assault?”

 

“Embarrassed, naturally,” I admit.  “Embarrassed at having been caught like an inexperienced heroine.  Sad too, at having let my family and teammates down by bringing negative publicity to myself and the Avengers.  Angry at the Rose, for what he did to me.  Finally, I felt robbed of a dinner…rendezvous…that I had been looking forward to for quite some time.”

 

“I see,” the older woman behind the desk replies thoughtfully, obviously struggling to phrase her next words tactfully.  “About the Rose and what he did to you.  Well, frankly, you haven’t said how…well the bands….  Your breasts, did the elastration…?”

 

I can’t help myself!  I laugh as she stares quizzically at my chest through her horn-rimmed glasses.  “The curves you see under my dress are real, Dr. Janko.  As I said while describing those events that took place last Friday evening to you, it’s difficult to completely staunch the blood supply to appendages fed by many smaller arteries, rather than one or two main arteries.  Once I got the bands off of them, I had my breasts tingling rather painfully after only a half dozen minutes of self-massaging.” 

 

“Anyhow, why don’t I rap this post-mortem of Friday night up?” I announce with obvious impatience.  “I found my costume stashed in a drawer a handful of minutes after feeling returned to my chest, wiped most of the mess from my face and hair with my cloak, and hailed a taxi ride to Avengers’ mansion.  Cap has had me on bed rest ever since.  While that’s given me the opportunity to use some healing spells I learned from Agatha Harkness on my jaw muscles and breasts, I’m bored of it!”

 

I stare at the psychoanalyst with pleading eyes and whine, “If I can’t get back into the battle against evil, then I at least want a proper breast massage!”  As I see the eager look cross the older woman’s eyes, I quickly add, “I could do with a man’s touch…a man trying to bring me pleasure rather than pain and degradation.”          

 

“I see,” the closet lesbian replies with obvious disappointment, “we’re almost done here.  How do you feel about those men that brought about that pain and degradation…Knockout, the Rose and his cartel, the police officers, and Evans?”

 

“I have no ill feelings towards Evans,” I assure Dr. Janko, perhaps a bit too quickly.  “He’s a slime-ball reporter working for a rag of a newspaper just doing his job.  If he wasn’t reporting such sordid affairs, someone else would fill his lowly niche.  I feel sorry for the policeman who gave into temptation…and for the policewoman too…who helped and encouraged him in his sexual depravity.  I hear they are both on leave without pay awaiting dismissal due to Evan’s story.  The Rose’s men…they’ll get caught and pay for other crimes sooner or later.  As for Knockout, I’ll personally file kidnapping charges against him when the law finally has him in its grasp.  The Rose on the other hand…!” 

 

“You’ll kill him should you meet again, for what he did to you?” the psychoanalyst asks with widened eyes.  “He deserves it I suppose!”

 

“NO!” I deny forcefully.  “I am the Scarlet Witch, one of the mighty Avengers, and I do not intentionally kill people…even those that deserve it.  In truth, the Rose doesn’t deserve to die for what he did to me.  I was debased…nothing more.  I foolishly got caught by the other side in the battle of good against evil.  I deserved to be debased for that.  It could have been much worse…if Evans hadn’t been there for his story.  I’m sure it was his call that brought the police to that building…and the siren that saved my nipples from a knife.  The Rose doesn’t deserve to die for what he did to me…or for what he wanted to do to me…to make me an example!  I won’t kill him…intentionally…when next we meet.  However, I won’t hesitate to use the winds of change to make his capture either!  Anything might happen then!”

 

“Yes, I heard what your powers did to his brother, as you recounted what happened to you Friday night,” Dr. Janko replies softly with a knowing look on her face.  “I think I would surrender to the police this very day, if I were the Rose and knew your intentions.  To be truthful, I am happy to hear you speak of restraint, but without holding back the healthy emotion I just heard.  My final question for you, Miss Maximoff, is, how do you feel about last Friday night in general?”

 

“Cheated and lucky,” I admit softly.  “Cheated out of my evening’s planned dinner and a movie with…company…I looked forward to enjoying.  Lucky that the evening ended in mere debasement.  A lot of superheroine fans believe our setbacks are secretly enjoyable.  They are never that, even if those setbacks come at the hands of villains with catch and release policies.  Sure, the climaxes that are all too frequently forced upon us are, in a small way, as I admitted earlier, a reward for our sexual abuse.  Sure, it’s easy to get past the fact that you’ve been put into short-term bondage or even force milked.  There are worse things that could have happened to me than being debased.  There are worse things that COULD happen to me in the future.  I’ve heard of heroines who got themselves mutilated.  I’ve heard of heroines who got themselves killed.  So much for the glory of superheroine life!  Speaking of that superheroine life, what’s the verdict, Dr. Janko?” 

 

“You are fit for duty, Scarlet Witch!” Dr. Janko replies with a gleeful smile on her face.  “As for superheroine fans, I admit to being one of them.  That’s why I’ve chosen to specialize in metahuman psychology and psychiatry.  I must admit, I don’t have many clients, but those that I do have provide most interesting sessions.  I look forward to our next session, Wanda, and the exciting tale of superheroine setback that you are sure to tell me.  I hope THAT setback is no more troubling to you than this one!  In the meantime, I’ll be sure to suggest to your…company…for this evening, that he consider giving your breasts a healthy workout after that dinner and a movie!”

 

“Please don’t!” I quickly urge with a broad smile and a giggle.  “The suggestion I mean, Dr. Janko.  Let Steve Rogers, the great Captain America, come up with that idea on his own.  As for our next session,” I say with a laugh as I trace the winds of change and my own personal timeline within my mind’s eye, “I’ll be here on your couch again in seven weeks and two days.  I guarantee I’ll have some fine vicarious excitement for you during that session.  That’s going to be one doozie of a setback.  Don’t ask!  Spoilers!”

 

I love the look on the older woman’s face as we stand and shake hands.  She can’t wait for our next session!  I’ll enjoy the look on her face even more seven weeks and two days from now as well.  The creeped out look when the session first begins as she remembers my foretelling, and then the fascination on her face as she hears about the terrible things that were done to me the week before.  If only she knew, she would be SO disappointed!  She only gets to hear about the setbacks I can’t hide from Cap! 

 

The End.

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