The Superheroine Slave Auction—Scarlet Witch

by Scarlet

WARNING: This story contains sexual situations and sexual violence (nc, MF, FF). It is to be read by adults only. If this sort of material is not to your liking, then read no further.
Credits: This story is based on a story idea suggested by The Sexecutor. The Scarlet Witch, Doctor Doom, and Selene (Marvel Enterprises), and Wonder Woman and Supergirl (DC Comics) are Trademarked characters used in this not-for-profit fan-fiction; no Trademark infringement is intended. Click on the images to enlarge.

Chapter 1. The Holding Pen

“All right, ladies…or should I say, slaves…listen up!” commanded Selene, Black Queen of the Hellfire Club. The buxom raven-haired woman dressed in skimpy shorts, a string-tied over-bust corset that left the abdomen and lower back uncovered, thigh-high high-heeled boots, long fashion gloves, and full cloak, all black in color, waited impatiently as the tense whispering in the large, metal, air-conditioned Quonset hut slowly quieted. The foxy, red-eyed, self-styled goddess who looked to be in her late twenties, despite having lived for several millennia, grinned maliciously around the room filled with costumed superheroines lounging on fluffy floor pillows under the watchful eyes of fully-armed, masked, Hellfire Club goons. “As I understand that it has been some time since one of you, having learned the effectiveness of the metahuman power suppression field blanketing this building, tried to escape or jump a guard, and because the slave auction will soon be ready to begin, I thought I might give you my usual pep talk.”

Selene giggled as the dozen guards in the room guffawed whiled the assembled superheroines frowned despondently, before acknowledging, “Yes, I realize that for many of you…probably most of you…this is not your first superheroine slave auction. Many of you are treating today’s events as just another superheroine setback…setbacks that are just part of the price of being a costumed vigilante operating outside the protection of the law. Many of you have been sold into slavery before, only to escape and resume your exciting and glamorous avocations. Good for you if that was the case in the past! The Hellfire Club is more than happy to profit from your sales over and over again, until, of course, one of your owners manages to make your slavery permanent, or to end your glorious crime-fighting career in some other way. However, this slave auction will be unlike any of the previous superheroine slave auctions in several ways, so you veterans are going to want to listen up along with the rookies.”

“First things first!” Selene chirped jovially. “All forty-three of you ARE superheroines, so we expect you to act like superheroines. That means you are expected to maintain decorum at all times. That means do what you’re told when you’re told to do it, and keep your mouths shut…or at least your words polite. Failure to maintain decorum may result in your being made an example of. Despite the fact that each and every one of you is extremely valuable chattel, the Hellfire Club is willing to punish…even snuff…any trouble makers in order to keep the slave auction orderly. What about it, Wonder Woman? Are you ready to have us devalue you by hacking off an arm or two? You’ll still bring big bucks for us and plenty of profit to whatever brothel purchases your armless ass!”

“I have already had my fill of your guards’ electro-guns, Selene,” the ageless 6-foot-tall 165-pound Princess Diana of Themyscira replied gruffly. Wonder Woman was dressed in her usual costume which consisted of a red bustier topped by a golden eagle, blue trunks splashed with white stars, and red, calf-high, high-heeled boots decorated with white stripes. She wore a belt, bracelets, and tiara, all made of gold- or silver-colored metal—the tiara was centered with a red star, and a thin golden lasso hung from the right side of the belt. “I’ll wait for a better chance to escape from whichever slaver is foolish enough to throw away his money by purchasing and trying to hold an Amazon. Besides, I would not be surprised if we are all rescued by our colleagues before your auction has ended.”

“The vast majority of your colleagues…all of you girls’ colleagues…are off planet trying to save Earth from invasion by a combined Skrull and Kree task force, Wonder Woman,” Selene chortled gleefully as she stared at the raven-haired, blue-eyed Amazon’s double-D cupped bosom. “By the time there’s enough metahuman might to even think about challenging the Hellfire Club’s ownership of you super sluts, you’ll have been sold and scattered across the planet…although many of you will be back here in the Big Apple again in two weeks. I’ll get back to that later!”

“Shortly, the guards will begin securing you girls in sets of three into transport racks equipped with metahuman suppression fields,” the Black Queen of the Hellfire Club announced. “Once the first three slaves are on the auction platform, the next transport rack will be taken into the auction arena. There will be no more than six unsold slaves in the auction arena at any time, for security reasons, despite the fact that the auction arena is also equipped with a metahuman suppression field. With forty-three slaves to be sold, the auction may last well into the evening hours, so try to be patient AND stoic regarding your ultimate disposal.”

“Today’s auctioneer will be Vladi the Wizard, who I’m sure many of you have met,” Selene continued with a grin. “Vladi is a professional who is sure to get the best price possible for each and every one of you…even though he is unhappy with one of the new innovations that has been incorporated into today’s festivities. I’ll get to that innovation the Wizard disapproves of shortly. He arranged for the two slaves he is personally putting up for sale…Supergirl and the Scarlet Witch…to be part of the first lot; Vladi made this arrangement before the new innovation was disclosed. Wonder Woman will be the third girl in the first lot. We want you up there, Princess, while everyone’s coffers are still full.”

“Listen up, ladies!” the Black Queen barked and then grinned like a Cheshire cat. “The Hellfire Club takes pride in its slave stock, and we want you slaves to take pride in yourselves. That means we want you to want to bring the best prices you can for yourselves. To do that, follow the auctioneer’s instructions. When Vladi asks you to show the bidders your tits, a guard will get those tops off or pull those catsuits down to your waist. When Vladi asks you to display your tight, well-groomed snatches, with the guard’s help, it will be off with the bottoms or bodysuits down around your ankles. Do some turns so all the bidders cans see what they should be eager to buy. However, when the Wizard starts taking bids again, let the guard quickly get your clothes back on and all the buttons, zippers, and snaps back in place! If the bidders want to play with you superheroines, they are going to have to pay for you!”

“Scarlet Witch, you will be the first superheroine up for sale this auction,” Selene chortled as she winked at Wanda Maximoff, “so we’re counting on you to show the rest of the girls, most of whom will be in here watching you on the flat-screen monitor, how to follow instructions. There are a couple of reasons why you got picked to go first, Wanda. One reason will soon be obvious and left unsaid. The second reason is, we think you’ll manage a sexier smile than the Princess while you’re displaying your assets. You can do that, can’t you, Scarlet Witch?”

“CRAP!” exclaimed the 5-foot-7-inch-tall 130-pound Avenger with long auburn hair and gold-flecked blue eyes wearing her ‘gypsy witch’ costume, which barely covered the 21-year-old’s huge perfect-shaped D-cups and left her midriff bare. The costume consisted of a bikini-like top, a loin cloth that hardly covered the mutant’s obviously panty-less vulva, calve-high boots, long fashion gloves, and a long cloak, all crimson in color. “I hate going first! Yes, Selene, I can smile while I debase myself. Maybe if the asshole I escape from loses enough money, he or she won’t bid on anyone next time.”

“Good, I knew we could count on you, Wanda,” the Black Queen acknowledged as she ignored the Avenger’s hopeful supposition. “Then I guess I can get to the innovation introduced for this slave auction, can’t I? I am pleased to announce that, for this and future slave auctions, the Hellfire Club has contracted with ‘Sunni Circumcision Services, Inc.’ to provide slave branding and female circumcision services free of charge to our clientele.”

Selene grinned malevolently as the captured superheroines in the room gasped in unison, the color running from the faces of most of the girls, before chiding, “Now don’t pretend that at least some of you didn’t see that coming. With severe body modification now legal in the United States and most other countries, and the development of new circumcision technology that has reduced the cost of the procedure to a pittance of what it was, it was inevitable that post-sale clitoridectomy services would be offered to further crush the spirit of newly sold superheroine slaves. We’ve polled the clientele that sent RSVPs as bidders, and every responder indicated they would take advantage of SCS’s circumcision option, although many, surprisingly, indicated they would pass on the branding option. In case you’re wondering, anesthetics will NOT be made available. Can you still promise me a smile, Scarlet Witch?”

“Surely you are jesting, Selene?” Wanda Maximoff spat acerbically back, finally recognizing that the ‘unsaid’ reason for her being forced to go first was her part-time job as a professional castratrix (with both male and female patients). “Our new owners wouldn’t want their new sex toys neutered. Forcing a climax on their new slave would become nearly impossible!”

“I am not jesting and I gather our clientele have decided that forcing orgasms on superheroines is old hat and overrated, Wanda,” Selene chirped back sweetly. “Now, can you promise me a smile as your pleasure node gets clipped away, Scarlet Witch?”

“NO!” the Scarlet Witch yelled back laconically. “No one can fulfill such a promise as their sexual center is assassinated, not even when the assassination is something the patient desires. The agony will be extreme! However, I will maintain my composure and dignity as well as I can…and I’ll pray that our scientists can heal our wounds once we are recovered from enslavement. By what method will our declittings occur?”

“With any luck, the neutering will be permanent, Miss Maximoff!” the Black Queen jibed with a broad grin on her face. “Permanent or irrelevant! For a good many of you, two weeks from now, your stolen sex lives will be the least of your worries. However, you might as well be told how you’re to be circumcised. The SCS clitoridectomy specialist will be using the new pneumatic vacuum extractor. The equipment is so efficient she should be able to manage the female castrations at a pace equaling or exceeding the auction sales. You girls won’t have to wait in line for your turn to get clipped.”

“Were I not to be the first patient…no…victim, for I have signed no consent form…I would find your last declaration assuring, Selene,” Wanda hissed back with obvious anger. “Although getting declitted is horribly painful, the fear of waiting to have your sex life destroyed against your will is much worse. Like I said, I’ll try to make the best of it and maintain my composure and dignity…although I can’t promise that I won’t shed tears. I’m sure my colleagues will manage to maintain their dignity…at least as well as I do…for, as you well know, I’ll be all too aware of exactly what the body modification technician is doing to me as I am processed. Now, what is this unpleasantness in two weeks time that you have hinted about several times now, villainess?”

“I’ll get to that, Wanda,” Selene replied with a gleeful smirk on her face, “but first I’ll explain the only option you do-gooders are going to get to decide for yourselves today. Each of you, when you finally step into the ‘Sunni Circumcision Services, Inc.’ booth area, will need to immediately tell the clitoridectomy technician whether you want a chance to achieve what will likely by your last climax ever. If you pass on that potentially embarrassing final orgasm, the technician will clip you as quickly and efficiently as possible and wait for her next customer. If you beg her to give you that final climax before she cuts you, she’ll insert a vibrator into your vagina, and maybe even digitally or orally stimulate you, in an attempt to bring you to orgasm in the time she has available to do so between customers. If you don’t get off before the next girl’s sale is finalized though, tough luck; you’ll get clipped AND left hung up!”

“We have an option to be forced climaxed or not?” Wonder Woman barked angrily. “NEVER!”

“Princess Diana,” Wanda urged softly as she looked pleadingly at the huge-breasted Amazon, “please don’t make your decision on the spur of the moment. Or at least don’t tell HER what your plans are. What’s happening in two weeks, Selene?”

“The Hellfire Club is sponsoring a winner take all noose tournament, Scarlet Witch!” the Black Queen announced jubilantly. “A no-drop hanging contest! The owner of the winning girl will take home fifty million dollars plus the profits from any side bets. There will be some professional noose sluts entered into the contest, but most of the contestants will be superheroines slaves sold during today’s slave auction. I did say winner take all. That means, unless a professional noose slut wins, only the last-slave dancing goes home with her master! Which means all of the other superheroine slaves will be dead. Your friends aren’t going to try to regenerate your clipped out clit, Wanda…after you’re dead!” Selene roared with laughter as she hurried away, leaving the Scarlet Witch, and most of the other captive superheroines, looking stunned and dismayed.

With Selene out of the holding pen, Wanda Maximoff called out loudly as she observed the desperate looks on the faces of the girls around her, “Brave hearts, my friends. Unarmed and depowered as we are, we remain helpless against these guards. It will do no good to lose your head and get yourself crippled or killed, as Selene promised would happen to trouble makers. Yes, I do know she has also promised that most of us will be maimed anyhow, after we are sold.”

“As most of you know, I perform VOLUNTARY clitoridectomies at the ‘Wicked Wanda Body Modification Clinic’,” Wanda admitted softly. “As you have heard, I do not look forward to the procedure being performed on me against my will, and I have said it will be very painful. I’ll use any means at my disposal, even groveling, to avoid having female castration forced upon me. Unfortunately, it sounds as if declitting will be unavoidable for most of us. That said, do keep in mind, many of us have suffered such injuries in the past and the damage was undone. If you can manage an escape within a week, or perhaps as much as three weeks, there is a good chance your sexual centers can be restored.”

The Scarlet Witch smiled sheepishly before continuing with, “If you can’t escape in time for the tissue regeneration technology to be successfully employed…and if you are not entered into the death games Selene described…most every one of you will find you can adjust to life after circumcision. Many women have lived long and happy lives after having a clitoridectomy performed on them. There are even some upsides to the procedure! No more sexual distractions. No more trying to find a new partner to reward you with orgasm when you’re significant other isn’t available. No more sleepless nights as you ache for sexual satisfaction”

“Wanda, I’m not sure you can sell me on my being happy after being circumcised,” Supergirl interjected with a frown on her face and concern in her eyes. The blonde, blue-eyed, eighteen-year-old Kryptonian wearing a blue long-sleeve top with a triangular S-shield on it and a short skirt, panties, and calf-high boots, all red in color, blurted out, “Frankly I’m more worried about how I’m going to cope with the pain that is going to accompany getting my love button stretched out and snipped off. I’m so mad at Vladi right now I can’t stand it…even though I know Selene was saying Vladi didn’t know about the circumcision plans. Can’t you say something…positive…about our situation?”

“Probably not,” Wanda admitted glumly as she stared at the buxom blonde. “Look, I’m sure you are right and Vladi didn’t know about our imminent body modifications…OR the hanging tournament. In your case, Kara, I’m sure he will arrange your escape before two weeks time, and his magic could heal you if he needs to. That said, etiquette will prevent Vladi from pulling even you out of the slave auction. You ARE going to get clipped if your purchaser desires it so…and that seems likely. Supergirl, you and I both would likely have gotten nabbed into this mess, even if we hadn’t been hanging out at the Wizard’s Lair. I’m not particularly peeved at Vladi for his being the one to toss me into the holding pen.”

“It would be wrong for me to tell any of you girls how to face the, admittedly dire, fate before us,” the Scarlet Witch continued as she shrugged her shoulders. “I can only tell you how I am going to TRY to handle the situation...IF my new owner has circumcision in mind for me…and I can’t get him or her to reconsider forcing the procedure on me. I’ve learned that pain and pleasure, although quite opposite sensations, are transmitted to the brain using the same nervous system pathways, and, when experienced simultaneously, tend to mix into a new unique sensation that can sometimes be…interesting. So, I’m going to try to fight the pain by diluting it with pleasure, and I’m going to accomplish this by asking the circumcision technician to bring me to climax just before she clips me. I’m going to let the villains in the room laugh at me as I sigh in orgasm, because I’d rather be embarrassed with self-debasement than humbled by agony. I’m choosing survival over pride. That doesn’t mean Wonder Woman is wrong to put dignity first.”

“All right, let’s get you first three superheroine sluts locked into the transport rack,” one of the black and red clad, fully hooded, Hellfire goons interjected, ending the discussion. Soon, Wanda, Princess Diana, and Kara were standing secured within frames attached to a wheeled cart headed across a paved area towards a large nearby building that served as the auction hall. Even with the doors to the building closed, the girls could hear the excited conversation being made by the many dozens of supervillains, rich criminals, and foreign leaders waiting to bid on superheroine slaves.

Chapter 2. Auctioned!

“Hello, Wanda,” Vladi the Wizard, said softly with a sheepish grin on his face as one of the Hellfire goons pushed the Scarlet Witch to the front of the auction block platform’s central runway. Wanda’s hands were cuffed behind her back, and there was a steel collar around her neck with a chain attached in the rear. The chain rose upward to connect to a ring around a horizontal pole, which was attached to the auction hall’s ceiling and ran from the front to the back of the platform’s runway. There was enough slack in the chain for the crimson-clad Avenger to move freely on the platform for a foot or two, as long as she remained upright.

“Vladi,” the Scarlet Witch replied softly with a frown on her face as she watched Wonder Woman being led up the right of two ramps leading to the rear wings of the roughly T-shaped platform. “Why did you have us brought out early? It looks like they’re still setting up.” Wanda glanced back as the scowling Amazon was shackled to a vertical restraint stand bolted to the platform surface.

“There’s just a few signage posters left to be put on the walls,” the Wizard, dressed in a bodysuit, boots, and long cape, all blue in color, noted with a shrug. There was a blue rhombus-shaped shield on the chest of the bodysuit decorated in gold and featuring sun and crescent moon symbols. The Wizard was standing before a lectern holding a gavel and a long pointer.

“A few posters AND the ‘Sunni Circumcision Services’ booth, Wizard?” Wanda queried softly with a smirk on her face as Supergirl, shackled to a hand truck, was wheeled up the ramp to her left. The Hellfire goon left the Kryptonian and the hand truck standing beside Wonder Woman. Wanda noted the reader board beside the left ramp with her name on it. The board said the auction was open for bidding on HER and that the opening bid was to be five million dollars. The young mutant also noted that her age was wrong on the reader board.

“Yeah, the SCS technician will be out shortly,” Vladi acknowledged with a frown as he blushed badly. “The girl said that, with the help of a few of the Hellfire Club guys, she could be ready to go in a few minutes after beginning setting up. The coals for the slave branding irons are already burning and such. Listen…I didn’t know….”

“We know…don’t worry about it,” the Scarlet Witch chirped back with a sheepish smile on her face. “If you hadn’t have been our ride to the party, someone else would have collected Supergirl and myself. There aren’t too many superheroines I’m familiar with missing from the holding pen! Although I’m not looking forward to meeting this SCS girl, I’m not particularly troubled with what she has in store for me,” Wanda lied as her attempt to smile faltered. “Supergirl will survive the experience as well, I’m quite sure. Have you heard about the air dancing exhibition many of the superheroines auctioned off today will be part of in two weeks?”

“Yes, but I didn’t find out about that until today either,” the Wizard replied looking more comfortable having heard Wanda excuse him for putting her up for sale. “Are you asking me to…?”

“NO!” Wanda Maximoff spat back. “I’ll dance on air if that’s what my owner wants me to do, if I can’t escape through my own efforts before the noose party. Kara on the other hand….”

“I’d already thought of that, Wanda,” Vladi announced with a chuckle. “Are you really not going to ask me to do something for you?”

“No, there IS something I want you to do for me, high and mighty auctioneer,” the Scarlet Witch chirped as she smirked. “Two things actually! First, can you get my age on that reader board corrected? You know I’m twenty-one and not twenty-four! Second, can you get to work before my legs get tired? I want to see if some fool is actually going to offer five million bucks for my sorry ass! How much of that is going to go to you?”

“I get sixty percent of whatever you and Kara sell for, Wanda,” the Wizard replied with a chuckle. “I also get three percent of the sales price of the other girls I auction off. It will be a while before I start complaining about your leaving the lights on at the Lair again! I’ll get with Shaw right now about getting things started and the error on the reader board corrected. Thanks for being a good sport about this, Wanda.”

“No reason not to go with the flow, Vladi,” the Scarlet Witch acknowledged before the Wizard rushed through the many supervillains and a scattering of supervillainesses filling the room to speak with the ponytailed man in 18^th Century dress standing next to the cash bar station near the room’s main entrance. Evidently most of the other clientele would be bidding on the superheroines from remote locations. Despite that, the room was quite crowded.

“Okay, ladies and gentlemen, let’s get started!” Vladi the Wizard called out loudly five minutes later. “Before I accept an opening bid for our first lovely superheroine sexpot, the Scarlet Witch, I’ll warn everyone that many of our bidders are teleconferencing this auction, and their bids will be coming over the room’s loudspeakers. To keep things consistent, I would like each bidder to give his or her name before stating the amount in U.S. dollars being offered for the slave up for sale. At this time I’ll also note the Scarlet Witch’s age on the reader board is wrong. Miss Maximoff is twenty-one years of age. Who will give me five million dollars for the privilege of owning the Scarlet Witch?”

“Doctor Doom bids five million dollars for the daughter of Magneto,” Victor von Doom, clad in a green tunic over silver armor that covered his entire body, proclaimed as he held his hand out. The monarch of Latveria’s countenance as he made the bid was unreadable due to the silver mask covering his entire face.

“I have a bid of five million,” Vladi acknowledged as he grinned at Doom, “but I don’t think that is nearly enough for this buxom hottie. Why don’t you tell our bidders your vital statistics, Scarlet Witch? Height, weight, measurements, and sexual orientation please.”

Wanda Maximoff blushed beet red as she realized that Selene had been telling the truth when she had said the captive superheroines were going to be expected to help sell themselves—to help bring the best prices possible for themselves as slaves. ‘Isn’t it humiliating enough to be sold like some prize race horse?’ Wanda wondered silently as she fought to control her temper. The buxom Avenger was tempted to tell the Wizard to go to hell, but then she remembered Selene’s warning that uncooperative slaves would be severely punished.

‘Well, at least the bidders aren’t being allowed to tactilely inspect me like the first time I was sold!’ Wanda, who had been auctioned off as a superheroine sex slave twice before, considered introspectively. That time, after her assets had been squeezed and lifted and poked and prodded by dozens of men, she’d been sold into a Yemeni harem. The experience had been so traumatic that…. ‘No, best not go there. I escaped slavery then…I’ll escape again.’

“Miss Maximoff?” Vladi queried softly. “Please provide the requested information.”

The Scarlet Witch coughed softly before replying in a voice that seemed abnormally strident, “Yes, sir. Sorry! This experience is rather unsettling…mind numbing really. I’m 5-foot-7-inches tall and weigh fairly consistently around130 pounds. 38, 25, 35. I’m straight!”

“Thank you, Scarlet Witch,” the Wizard said in a clear, calm voice before cheerfully adding, “I did say this sultry Avenger was buxom. Please do note the still girlish hips! Who will make it six million dollars?”

“Prince Fahrad bids six million dollars U.S.,” announced a booming voice over the loudspeaker with a heavy Arab accent. “I will add the Scarlet Witch to my harem.”

“Shoshoki Corporation bids seven million U.S. dollars for the Scarlet Witch,” blared from another speaker. “The big-breasted mutant will be the most expensive call girl in Japan. We will make our investment back within six months.”

“Catwoman bids eight million dollars for the Scarlet Witch on a gamble that she’s going to win me fifty million as the last girl dancing two weeks from now,” the slinky woman near the auction platform in the black catsuit and cat-eared cowl chortled gleefully. “The, by then, clitless bitch will be licking this pussycat’s pussy for hours on end until she takes her turn as a noose slut!”

“I have a bid of eight million and a declaration of intent to take advantage of the free circumcision services being offered in the back of the room from someone who knows that, although the Scarlet Witch may be heterosexual, she’s occasionally known to be rather more flexible with respect to the fairer sex than I myself can condone,” the Wizard called out loudly as he flashed a sheepish grin at a shivering Scarlet Witch. “Who will make it nine million, with or without the free neutering and/or branding?”

“Nine million!” the bald Lex Luthor, dressed in a purple bodysuit covered by green power-armor spat with a chuckle. “Catwoman’s right! The Scarlet Witch, known to be an experienced air dancer, is definitely going to be entered by someone into the Hellfire-Club-sponsored noose tournament. It might as well be me that gives her a permanent neck rash!”

“Doctor Doom bids ten million dollars for Wanda Maximoff,” Victor von Doom called out loudly as he again held his hand out. “You are all fools to bid against me! The Avenger will be mine!”

“The bids are too high to add any girl to my harem unseen,” the Arab voice boomed over the loudspeaker. “Could the worthy auctioneer have her assets displayed before he accepts the next bid?”

“Certainly, your highness!” Vladi replied with a chuckle as he waved to the nearest man dressed in a Hellfire Club uniform. “Let’s get the Scarlet Witch’s top removed, shall we, Morison?”

Wanda Maximoff blushed badly as the Hellfire Club goon, excitement gleaming from his hazel eyes, hurried up the ramp to her left. Wanda couldn’t see any other clues to his disposition behind the full facemask, but she could tell the man was eager to expose her assets—to his own eyes if not to the bidders’—and would likely make excuses to touch her as well.

The Scarlet Witch couldn’t help but twist her head to watch the man as he stepped around the back of the auction block platform and moved up the runway behind her. Wanda’s shivering increased and her blush deepened as he reached around her caped back, and pressed the circular clasp release between the cups of her bikini-like top. The left cup of the top dropped away, allowing the garment to unwrap around the Avenger’s back to dangle downward, baring the Scarlet Witch’s perfect-shaped D-cups. As the Hellfire Club goon, still holding the garment by the clasp, pulled his hand away, the room was dead silent. Embarrassment threatened to drown the young mutant’s faltering spirit as she glanced around to see a roomful of lust-filled eyes locked onto her bared bosom.

“Very pretty breasts, Miss Maximoff,” Vladi the Wizard observed in a calm clear voice. “Nice big ones too! What size are they, Wanda?”

“D-cups,” the Scarlet Witch replied softly, before gulping loudly. “My band size is 34, so for clothing purposes they are 34D’s.”

“Thank you for adding the bra size, Avenger,” Vladi replied softly as he smiled with encouragement toward Wanda. “Those boobs look very soft…and very sensitive. Let’s see if they are sensitive, Morison.”

Wanda moaned softly as the Hellfire Club goon reached around her, one arm on each side of her chest, and pressed her breasts first inward and then upward, gently mauling her mammaries. The goon chuckled loudly as the Scarlet Witch’s nipples grew turgid, and then began tweaking the buxom Avenger’s nipples, one breast tip at a time.

“Very good, Morison,” Vladi exclaimed with obvious satisfaction as he watched the Scarlet Witch gasp in embarrassment. “That will do for now. Are we ready to resume bidding, ladies and gentlemen?”

“Certainly, auctioneer, I am ready to increase my bid,” the Prince replied, before adding, “but couldn’t we….”

“Display the slave’s vulva for our appreciation, auctioneer,” the Japanese voice urged with obvious eagerness. “It would be a waste to send your assistant away before we have been fully allowed to appreciate the Scarlet Witch’s assets.”

“Quite right, Mister Shoshoki,” acknowledged the Wizard cheerfully as he watched the Scarlet Witch’s face fill with mortification and trepidation. “I don’t think Morison will object to implementing your suggestion, which I believe Prince Fahrad was also about to make. Morison.”

Wanda wanted to die as the Hellfire Club goon reached to the right side of her waist and unhitched the clasp of her loincloth belt at the front of her right hip and pulled the skimpy garment away. There was an assortment of gasps and grunts of approval as the bidders’ eyes focused on the Scarlet Witch’s hairless vulva.

“As everyone can see, the Scarlet Witch prefers to keep her pussy cleanly shaved,” Vladi chortled as he watched the Avenger’s blush deepen to an even darker shade of red. “Spread her lips and twist her back and forth to give everyone a really good view of her honeypot, Morison.”

The Scarlet Witch gasped and barely managed to stifle an angry protest as the Hellfire Club goon reached around her right hip and nimbly spread her labia minora with the thumb and forefinger of his right hand. Wanda’s eyes began to fill with tears as Morison kicked her feet apart and began to slowly twist her hips first one way and then the other so the whispering villains and villainesses in the room, and the bidders in remote locations, could stare into her opened sex.

“Very nice, Scarlet Witch!” the Wizard proclaimed as Morison deftly displayed her privates to the bidders vying for her ownership. “As any of you with sharp enough eyes can see, ladies and gentlemen, this lovely Avenger is currently uncut and possesses a very sensitive clitoris. I can assure you that Miss Maximoff is quite aware of how unlikely it is that her vulva will remain in its currently pristine condition, given the availability of free circumcision services in the back of the room. I will say, however, that if you are a fan of forcing orgasms on superheroines, the Scarlet Witch, in pristine condition, is the girl for you. Wanda is very vociferous when it comes to sighing in climax. Let’s see her backside, Morison.”

Wanda closed her eyes and nearly grinned with relief as the Hellfire Club goon withdrew his fingers from her sex. Her respite was short-lived for two reasons, however, as Morison twisted her around to face him and pulled her cloak aside so that her firm derriere was exposed to the bidders. First, in addition to the transport rack now behind the slave auction platform with Batgirl, Power Girl, and Phoenix secured in it, Wanda could see that the circumcision and slave branding station had been set up in the corner of the room, waiting to ‘service’ its first ‘customer’, possibly herself. Wanda had no time to read the new signage posters that were also up due to the second reason for her respite being short-lived; her anterior assets were rudely displayed! The buxom Avenger groaned loudly in mortified disgust as the goon reached around her waist with an arm on each side and used the fingers of his hands to spread the crack of her butt cheeks, causing her sphincter to wink at her potential buyers.

“As you ladies and gentlemen can tell,” Vladi chortled softly as he grinned at the humiliated and disconcerted Wanda while Morison twisted her to-and-fro as he kept her butt cheeks spread, “Miss Maximoff is rather sensitive about our showing off her pretty behind. The Scarlet Witch is NOT an anal sex enthusiast, to put it mildly. On the other hand, in my humble opinion, Wanda is the second best fellator in the superheroine business, behind her mentor, the Wasp, who will be for sale later today. Face the slave forward again, Morison.”

Again, Wanda’s id was flooded with relief as the Hellfire Club goon released her behind and twisted her back towards the front of the room, allowing the bidders to again get a good view of her breasts and vulva.

“Well done, Scarlet Witch,” the Wizard proclaimed with obvious veracity causing Wanda to twist her head and nod at him. “I’m sure it was most demeaning to be forced to display your assets in that manner. As a slave, you’ll get used to such treatment! I have only one more thing I need you to do. Miss Maximoff, I need you to give the audience your sexiest smile. Try to look each and every potential buyer in the eyes as you hold that smile. You will remain nude until you’ve managed to do as I’ve asked, and you will be severely punished if you stall too long. Do it, girl!”

Wanda gulped as she stared at her long-time acquaintance in disbelief for a handful of seconds, thinking, ‘You’ve got to be crazy, Vladi. I can barely keep from crying over the humiliation you’re putting me through. I can barely manage to hold my tongue and NOT tell you and the rest of the assholes in the room what I think of you and your sick treatment of your fellow human beings!’

The Scarlet Witch shivered as all of the eyes in the room, and elsewhere, contemplated her exposed assets while they waited for her to sanction her own enslavement with a smile. Wanda couldn’t do it! She’d been foolish to tell Selene, in the slave holding pen, that she could. But she had to make the effort! She was a superheroine, and a superheroine always did whatever it took; whatever it took, even in the face of humiliation!

Wanda thought back to the day she was first named as an Avenger, and remembered the pride she felt at that moment. Even then, she knew there would be superheroine setbacks that she would have to put behind her as her career as a costumed vigilante advanced. Even then, Wanda knew she would need to be able to forgive and forget those terrible stumbles, and move past them to smile at the promising tomorrows of the exciting world she lived within. This was a just another setback, just another stumble, and a more promising tomorrow couldn’t begin without a simple smile. Somehow, the Scarlet Witch managed her most radiant smile, which she, with unbelievable dignity, flashed at the audience of would be slave owners, and nodded at one lust-filled face and then another for many long minutes.

“Again, well done, Scarlet Witch,” Vladi declared with obvious satisfaction in his voice and pride on his ruggedly handsome face. “You’ve been a perfect example of how your enslaved colleagues should behave as they follow you in being sold, one-by-one. That’s enough, Morison. Get the Scarlet Witch re-dressed and then return to your station until it’s time to strip Wonder Woman.”

“Prince Fahrad, I believe you were ready to offer an increase over the current bid, which stands at ten million U.S. dollars,” Vladi called out as the Hellfire Club goon began quickly re-costuming the Scarlet Witch.

“That is most correct, worthy auctioneer,” came over the loud speaker. “Prince Fahrad bids fifteen million dollars for the Scarlet Witch! For her smile alone, I will make Miss Maximoff my queen consort!”

The Wizard chuckled softly but heartily as he watched Wanda’s face light up with joy as she heard the fantastic bid, and a proclamation of a fate far better than death at the end of a rope. Vladi never ceased to be amazed when a slave became interested in the price she was fetching, even though it didn’t make her any more than the chattel she was, subject to her new owner’s every whim and pleasure. Vladi noted with satisfaction as Morison hurried away, the Scarlet Witch back in her skimpy ‘gypsy witch’ costume.

“Bahhh!” came the Japanese voice over the loudspeaker. “She is yours, Prince Fahrad! A year is too long for Shoshoki Corporation to recoup our investment in the Scarlet Witch as a call girl.”

“Not so fast, comrads!” a new heavily accented voice called out over the loud speaker. “The Gregonovich family of Moscow bids sixteen million dollars U.S. for the Scarlet Witch. We will flood the internet porn pay-site market with Miss Maximoff’s lusty performances. As most of you know, it is most profitable to offer films of girls who despise anal sex being force to have anal sex.”

“I have a bid of sixteen million dollars for the Scarlet Witch from the Gregonovich family of Russia,” Vladi called out loudly as the smile disappeared from Wanda’s face and she scowled at him for revealing her sexual preferences. “Will anyone offer a higher bid to save Miss Maximoff from becoming an anal porn star?”

“Lex Luthor bids eighteen million dollars for the Scarlet Witch,” Lex called out loudly with a grin on his face. “I still mean to hang her in hopes of winning the Hellfire Club noose tournament, but, just in case she loses, I’ll be having the Avenger give free blow jobs to my friends for the next two weeks to earn a few favors.”

“Enough of this nonsense!” Victor von Doom called out loudly in an angry tone. “I will no longer allow you people to disrespect what is mine…not even my slave. Doctor Doom bids twenty-five million dollars in U.S. currency for the Scarlet Witch. Be warned, however, should anyone try to drive my bid up any higher! I’ll let you have her and inform my good friend Magneto of his daughter’s whereabouts! No man or organization will keep the master of magnetism from his daughter should he choose to come for her.”

“I have a bid of twenty-five million dollars, U.S., for the Scarlet Witch from Doctor Doom,” Vladi the Wizard called out loudly and clearly as he grinned at the mixture of astonishment and pride filling Wanda Maximoff’s face. “Wanda Maximoff would be a steal at that price. Do we have someone among you who is willing to bid thirty million dollars?”

“Twenty-six million dollars?” Vladi asked as the room remained silent. “No? SOLD!” Vladi banged his gavel on the lectern before clarifying, “The Scarlet Witch is sold to Doctor Doom to be used as the monarch of Latveria sees fit until Miss Maximoff’s death, he chooses to sell her to someone else, or the Avenger manages to escape and have a legally recognized government entity disavow her status as a slave and proclaim her a free woman. Do enjoy the use of your new property, Victor!” Vladi roared with laughter as the pride on Wanda’s face was replaced with chagrin. Due to a recent court ruling, the Scarlet Witch’s adopted country, the United States of America, no longer had any legal authority over costumed vigilantes—including proclaiming their enslavement illegal.

“I intend to, Vladi,” Victor von Doom declared with obvious satisfaction in his voice. “Don’t bother restraining the ex-Avenger,” Doctor Doom commanded as he watched a Hellfire Club guard start up the ramp with wrist and ankle shackles. “The Scarlet Witch has nowhere to run to.”

Wanda shrugged and nodded to Doctor Doom and then waited patiently for the neck collar to be removed and her wrists to be un-cuffed. Doom was right! Until her teammates returned from their off-planet mission, there was nowhere to escape to that the Latverian dictator couldn’t retrieve her from. A handful of seconds later, the Scarlet Witch was walking down the slave block platform ramp while Wonder Woman, who had whispered “Well done, Scarlet Witch” as the two heroines passed each other, was being secured into the neck collar and pushed to the front of the runway.

“How should I address you, Sir?” Wanda asked sheepishly when she finally stood before Doctor Doom, while Batgirl was being escorted to the auction block platform to be placed in Wonder Woman’s former station. “Should I call you, Master? Additionally, if you don’t mind my asking…what are your intentions for me? Everyone else seemed to be proclaiming my intended fate when they made their bids.”

“You should call me, MASTER, only when I have addressed you as, SLAVE, Wanda,” Doctor Doom replied with laughter in his brown eyes as he looked down on his new property. “Otherwise, I’ll expect you to address me as, Victor, in casual situations and, YOUR MAJESTY, on formal occasions. My intentions for today, other than what we’re going to do next, is for you to stand beside me and look happy while I purchase two more slaves. The Invisible Woman and Rogue in case you’re curious. In the longer term, unless your father changes his mind, my intention is to enter you into the Hellfire Club noose tournament two weeks from now. I’ll do so expecting you to be the tournament winner, Wanda!”

“Okay, Victor, I’ll do my best,” Wanda replied softly as an involuntary shiver ran through her body. “I kind of like air dancing, so if I don’t win, there are worse ways to go out of this world. Uhmm…you said, ‘other than what we’re going to do next’ I am to stand with you and look happy. Are you about to make it difficult for me to pretend to be happy?”

“Well I would certainly hope you don’t intend to pretend to be anything you aren’t around me, Scarlet Witch,” Victor von Doom replied in a soft calm voice. “That said, it may be difficult for you to smile for me for a while if you are not prepared to follow Latverian customs with respect to the condition of your vulva, Wanda. As you should already be aware, all post-puberty women in my kingdom are expected to have undergone circumcision…without exception.”

“You mean…what we’re going to do next…is visit the ‘Sunni Circumcision Services’ booth,” Wanda managed to gasp out as tears filled her eyes and bitter disappointment washed across her face.

“That’s right, Wanda,” Doctor Doom acknowledged with a chuckle while noting his new slave’s countenance. “A brave former superheroine like you isn’t going to cry over getting a tiny nub of flesh clipped away, is she?”

“I’ll try not to, Victor,” the Scarlet Witch replied despondently with defeat in her watery gold-flecked blue eyes, “but getting declitted hurts like hell. Also, I’m going to be pretty crushed over getting my ability to climax crippled if not destroyed.”

“Female climaxes are irrelevant in Latveria, Wanda,” Doctor Doom proclaimed coldly. “For that matter, female climaxes are irrelevant for slaves as well, regardless of where their master lives. You’re not going to beg me not to make you submit, are you, girl?”

“No, Victor, I am not going to beg,” Wanda Maximoff declared as she lifted her head and squared her shoulders, her eyes again dry. “I know it wouldn’t do any good. And I know who my MASTER is even if he lets me use his given name. Will I be branded as well…to demonstrate to all who see me my status as a SLAVE?”

“No, you won’t be branded, at least not until after the noose tournament, Wanda,” Doctor Doom replied softly as Vladi opened the bidding for Wonder Woman at ten million dollars. As Victor took the Scarlet Witch’s arm and began leading her towards the SCS booth, he added, “The burn wound may not heal correctly in two weeks time, and I don’t want to inhibit your air dancing performance, although I’m pretty sure I’m going to have you lose a little weight in a couple of days, which you may not be too enthusiastic about. I’ll tell you about it later.”

“Okay,” Wanda Maximoff replied softly, resignation filling her face as they neared the SCS booth. “You know she isn’t going to use a declitting tube on me, don’t you?”

“Yes, the technician is going to use the Richards/Stark pneumatic vacuum extractor, as I understand it,” Doctor Doom acknowledged with a chuckle. “I am most interested to see one in action. Have you any experience with the equipment?”

“Yes, I’ve used one…both pre- and post-impeder valve installation…several times…on other girls,” Wanda stuttered softly as the technician suddenly noticed she had a client. “CONSENTING girls! It’s easy to use, but not as efficient as a declitting tube. I suppose you’d better introduce us…in case she hasn’t been paying attention…Victor.”

Chapter 3. The Circumcision Booth

“Good morning, my dear,” Doctor Doom said softly in a low gravelly voice as he nodded to a slim and pretty dishwater blonde in her early twenties standing next to an adjustable-height holder stand. The girl’s hair was secured into a tight bun at the back and she wore hoop earrings. The girl, holding a declitting tube in her right hand, was dressed in a skimpy white and red nurse’s outfit which included a cap with a medical cross on it. “I am Doctor Doom. I do hope you are ready for your first client of the day. May I introduce you to my new slave, Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch?”

“We are very nearly ready, your royal highness,” the long-legged technician chirped in an excited voice. “I’m really looking forward to this…have been since I learned I would get this choice assignment three weeks ago. I am Doctor Marge Sweeny. Scarlet Witch, if you would be so good as to slide over here and stand before the holder stand’s vertical post, I’ll get you restrained so I can work on you without your accidentally getting in the way.”

“Okay,” Wanda replied as she tried to hide the quivers that ran through her body as she watched Doctor Sweeny point at the metal stand. The stand had four horizontal arms that angled inward from the central vertical post—two just above floor level and two about a foot above her head. Loops facing upward on the lower arms and downward on the upper arms near the ends of the arms had short chains attached to them which connected to metal restraining cuffs—the upper chains hung straight downward suspending the wrist cuffs, while the lower chains attached to ankle cuffs rested on the floor. The Scarlet Witch took two steps forward and about-faced so that her back was about one foot forward of the central vertical post.

“Which services am I to perform on Miss Maximoff, your royal highness?” Marge asked in a soft pleasant voice as she discreetly ignored the shivers running through the Scarlet Witch’s body while the renowned superheroine watched her kneel and reach for the right ankle cuff. “Would you like me to brand her butt cheek with the standard ‘S’ symbol for a slave, circumcise her, or both? Spread your legs, Scarlet Witch. You can see for yourself that your feet need to be just past shoulder width apart!”

“Just the circumcision, Doctor,” Victor von Doom replied with a chuckle as he watched Wanda comply with her instructions and the technician snap the first ankle cuff closed around his slave’s right booted ankle, and then reach for the left cuff, “as I want to minimize the damage to the Scarlet Witch’s body. I’m going to enter her into a hanging tournament in two weeks time. Additionally, if Miss Maximoff manages to win the tournament prize for me, I may just free her, and the ‘S’ would be inappropriate for the free woman she might become to wear. Please do drop the formalities and address me as, Doctor Doom!”

“That would be very magnanimous of you, Doctor Doom,” Marge observed as, having cuffed the Scarlet Witch’s left booted ankle, she stood and reached for the left wrist cuff and pulled Wanda’s left arm upward. “I take it you mean for the circumcision I’m about to give Miss Maximoff to stick though, right? After you free her…if she survives the noose tournament everyone is talking about…and if you are still feeling magnanimous?” Doctor Sweeny flashed a look of apology to Wanda as she snapped the left wrist cuff closed.

“Most certainly, Doctor!” Doom exclaimed as he watched the technician step around the front of the Scarlet Witch and pull her right arm upward while reaching for the dangling right wrist cuff. As the cuff was snapped closed around Wanda’s right wrist, Victor explained, “I have no intention of allowing the hard work I’m now putting you to to get undone, my dear lady. Nor do I wish to see Miss Maximoff regain the three or four pounds I’m going to cause her to lose in a couple of days. Why do you ask, madam?”

“Four pounds should be about right for D-cups on her frame,” Marge chirped gleefully as she stepped over the right lower arm and used controls on the central vertical post to extend the post upward, lifting the upper horizontal arms causing the four chains to tighten. Soon, the Scarlet Witch was firmly held in a spread-eagle position with only her toes touching the floor. “I was going to give you some advice, Sir, if you want it…if you really do want to make the clipping I’m about to give the Scarlet Witch, and the debreasting it sounds like you’re planning to give her, pre-air dance contest, stick.”

As Doctor Sweeny watched Doctor Doom nod, she explained, “SCS has good intelligence information that the Avengers’ tissue regenerator technology is capable of healing wounds as much as three weeks old. You should hold the Scarlet Witch for four weeks past her debreasting, and then DO let her go. Having nullified superheroines walking around is good for your reputation as well as good advertisement for ‘Sunni Circumcision Services, Inc.’ Sorry, Scarlet Witch, but I’m going to put in a plug for my employer any chance I get!”

“That’s perfectly understandable,” Wanda Maximoff replied as she fought against beginning to quake as she watched the lovely body modification technician reach for the clasp of her loincloth on the right side of her hip. “I would do the same in your position…although MY clients would have signed the requisite permission forms and paid for their procedure before I worked on them. Are you going to use that declitting tube you’re holding on me?”

Marge Sweeny blushed badly at the Scarlet Witch’s jibe as she shook her head, and said softly, “No, Miss Maximoff, I’ve not yet earned my declitting tube certification. I was just studying for that test when you two showed up. I am well certified in the use of a pneumatic vacuum extractor, however, and have more than a little experience using it on girls. Look…I know this situation is difficult for you to embrace…and it’s awkward for me too! Normally my clients do sign consent forms in advance…but they told me….”

“I’m sorry, Doctor Sweeny,” the Scarlet Witch rasped softly as embarrassment filled her face, “I didn’t mean it that way. It would be way out of line for me to do so. Look, the Ninth Circuit Court of Appeals ruling in the Arcade Case, which the U.S. Supreme Court has refused to overturn, resulted in the concept that, because costumed vigilantes operate outside the law they do not merit the protection of the law, becoming the law of the land in the United States of America. I am a superheroine…a costumed vigilante! That means it is not legally wrong for the Hellfire Club to sell me into slavery, it is not legally wrong for Doctor Doom to own me and do with me as he wishes, and it is not legally wrong for you to circumcise me at my slave owner’s request. This applies to all of the girls that come after me too, Marge. Please do continue with your work.”

“Thank you, Wanda,” Marge chirped cheerfully as she pressed inward on the clasp and pulled the loincloth away. “I feel much better now, because I’m sure many of your colleagues heard you say that over the closed circuit television broadcast.” The technician pointed to a small downward angled camera and microphone attached to the ceiling above and before the SCS booth that were focused on Wanda’s face, before asking, “Would you like to hold your slave’s loincloth while I perform my services, Doctor Doom, or shall I set it on the floor?”

As the Latverian monarch reached outward to take the crimson apparel, Doctor Sweeny called over to a trio of Hellfire Club goons, “Come on fellows! Brink me my kit, get the vacuum extractor over here, and get the other camera and monitor set up. STAT! Don’t worry, Wanda, we’ll have plenty of time. They haven’t even begun to expose Wonder Woman’s assets yet, and once they do, they’re not going to get back to bidding until they’ve ogled her a good long time.”

“GOOD!” Wanda Maximoff exclaimed as she watched one Hellfire Club goon set a tool box on the floor next to Doctor Sweeny, while a second flipped a wall switch to cause a small widescreen monitor to rise up out of the floor, and a third set a flat-bottomed cylinder and a coil of flexible tubing on the floor behind Marge. The metal cylinder was wrapped in white paper with the label ‘pneumatic vacuum extractor’ and model number information printed on it in red. There was a connector valve at the top of the cylinder with two switches at the front; one for power on/off and one for suction on/off.

The coil of tubing consisted of an initial six-inch length of three-eighths-inch-inner-diameter soft sticky transparent plastic tubing with measurements marked on it that was just strong enough to resist the compression from what was obviously a widely stretched green latex elastic band at its very tip—a very tiny version of the elastrator rings used by castratrix’s to band male sex organs. Behind the transparent tubing there was a one-inch-diameter two-inch long cylindrical control module that had a twistable knob at the front of the module—a rheostat pressure controller with preset intensity levels marked out on the dial. The controller connected at its rear with one-inch diameter firmer black tubing and an electrical wire that ran along the outside of the larger tubing.

“Good, because I have a boon to ask of you, Marge, that might delay my circumcision slightly,” Wanda continued in a soft pleading voice as she watched the first goon point the camera attached to the top center of the monitor towards her naked crotch. The buxom Avenger paused as the other two men dropped a box of the elastrator bands and a container full of small stasis boxes next to the tool box. Wanda waited for all three men to hurry away, before she choked out. “I’m hoping you’ll agree to give me a final climax before you…you know…clip me.”

“Would you like me to give your slave a final climax, Doctor Doom?” Doctor Sweeny chortled gleefully as she grinned at the crimson-clad Avenger’s reddening face.

“But…in the holding pen…Selene said….” Wanda stammered as stunned disbelief and utter defeat filled her face.

“The Hellfire Club doesn’t own you any longer, slave!” Marge chided gleefully. “Doctor Doom does. That said, I would be more than happy to force an orgasm on this superheroine sexpot, your royal highness.”

Doctor Doom roared with laughter at the bitter disappointment filling Wanda Maximoff’s lovely face, before decreeing, “Do give the wench the boon she begs for, Doctor Sweeny. I do believe giving the slaves the option of begging for one final taste of erotic delight was agreed to by the slave auction organizing committee. It will make the Scarlet Witch’s neutering all the more sweet as I see the envy in her eyes as I force her to bring others, both men and women, to climax in the coming days. However, do get on with it, or I’ll be tempted to leave and appraise Wonder Woman. I do believe Vladi has just been asked to have her Amazonian assets displayed.”

“Yes, Sir!” Doctor Marge Sweeny spat with obvious anticipation. “I’ll get this vivacious beauty clipped so fast her head will swim. I’ve dreamed about the day I’d get to neuter a lineup of stuck-up superheroines ever since I gave up my medical practice and joined Sunni Circumcision Services’ North American office. Let’s see what we have to work with!”

Chapter 4. Circumcised!

The Scarlet Witch groaned softly as the body modification technician kneeled, tossed the declitting tube into the open tool box, and twisted to peer closely at her vulva. The groan became a moan as Marge lifted her right hand and brushed her fingers through the crack of the sultry Avenger’s vulva. The blonde’s left hand rose and her fingers pressed outward on either side of Wanda’s labia majora, causing the young mutant’s vulva to spread open. The auburn-haired superheroine’s moan grew louder and tinged with needfulness as the fingers of Sweeny’s right hand probed between her labia minora, into her vagina.

“The Scarlet Witch is sopping wet, Doctor Doom!” Doctor Sweeny announced with pleasant surprise. “Her clit is swollen and protruding out from under her hood! This foxy Avenger hasn’t been apprehensive over her imminent declitting, she’s been yearning for it!”

Wanda shook her head in silent denial as she flashed a look of mortification at Doctor Doom, and then followed his eyes to the close-up of her vulva on the widescreen monitor on the floor before her. She could see the moistness coating her own labial lips. Wanda’s sex was practically dripping wet! The buxom Avenger could see her engorged clitoris at the top of her vulva just begging to get noosed! The Scarlet Witch gasped as a blonde head slid sideways into the monitor’s picture, blocking the view of the sexy vulva—her own vulva—and then Wanda moaned loudly as a warm, wet tongue began sliding around her love button.

The Scarlet Witch groaned in disappointment as, a few seconds later, the lingual assault on her sexual center ended and, as the blonde hair slid sideways, her vulva reappeared on the monitor screen. Wanda twisted her head to the side to watch Doctor Sweeny pull a phallus-shaped vibrator from the open tool box, and twist its bottom to turn it on. The sultry Avenger moaned softly with need while the soft buzzing grew gradually louder as Marge twisted back towards her and raised the vibrator towards the auburn-haired superheroine-cum-slave’s glistening vulva. Wanda Maximoff moaned with satisfaction as the blonde clitoridectomy specialist slowly pushed the inch-thick plastic phallus into the depths of her vagina. The Scarlet Witch’s hips slowly moved in a small circular motion as the gradually growing pleasure in her loins brought a sheepish grin to her face.

“Do explain your perception of what’s happening to you, Scarlet Witch,” Doctor Doom commanded in a soft calm voice, “while Doctor Sweeny busies herself with her duties. As a body modification technician in your own right, you should be able to provide a unique perspective to being the circumcised instead of the circumciser.”

“I’ll…try…Doctor Doom,” Wanda replied as she blushed badly and grinned shyly at her master, “but…be warned…it is…difficult…to maintain…composure. Thank you, Marge…the vibrator feels…yummy!”

As the Scarlet Witch glanced to the monitor and then turned to watch Doctor Sweeny fit the tail end of the black tubing into the connector valve on the steel cylinder, and twisted the connector closed before attaching the accompanying electrical wire, she continued with, “However…I don’t think…I’m in any danger…of plunging over…the climax cliff. Don’t want to do that…until just before…I’m about to be…hurt.”

Following two clicking sounds, Wanda added, “Marge just turned on the power to the vacuum extractor, and activated the air compressor…but the rheostat pressure controller at the front of the control module near the front of the extraction tubing is still twisted closed…so there is no suction being transmitted through the tubing…which is why you can’t hear the impeder valve working.”

“Yeah…I thought you’d think…to do that,” the Scarlet Witch announced with a chuckle as she watched Doctor Sweeny pull a pliers-like device from the tool box. As Marge pushed the tiny green band at the tip of the transparent tubing forward until it was released and zinged into the nearby wall, Wanda explained, “Even if the elastrator band…had only been stretched over the tip of the vacuum extractor tubing…overnight…it might have lost some of its compression. Don’t want any…stretched clitoral shaft…to squeeze through the band…back into its cavity…do we? How much clitoris…are you targeting…for extraction…Marge?”

“Three inches of stretched clitoris before application of the pry bar is my instructed goal, Wanda,” Marge replied jovially as she fit a new band over the prongs at the end of the pliers, squeezed the handles forcing the prongs open, and slid the new band over the end of the transparent tubing. “Which should result in about an inch of clitoral tissue being clipped out of you and your enslaved colleagues, Scarlet Witch. Would you like me to go easy on you and extirpate less of your sex organ, Avenger?” A snapping sound announced Marge had pushed the new band off the prongs and onto the extractor tube tip.

“NO!” Wanda Maximoff spat softly. “In for a penny…in for a pound! Get all of me…you can get! The vibrator feels good!” As the buxom mutant watched Doctor Sweeny place a small mat on the floor under her still circling hips, and a pry bar and surgical scissors atop that, she urged, “Go ahead and twist…the rheostat…into the red at the end…of my clitoral stretching. In the unlikely event…Doctor Doom doesn’t take your advice…and lets me go…in time for…possible regeneration. I’ll take…responsibility…for the permanency of my…declitting. Otherwise, I’ll enjoy…my circumcision…as fully as possible. Shall we…start?”

“Indeed we shall!” Doctor Sweeny concurred with obvious anticipation of the satisfaction she was going to get from what she was about to do to a world-renowned superheroine. Marge picked up the vacuum extractor with her right hand near its tip and her left hand around the control module’s twistable knob, and pushed the open end of the transparent tubing upward and forward towards the Scarlet Witch’s engorged clitoris. “Would you like to tell Doctor Doom about this little device’s trade secrets, while I use you, Scarlet Witch, as the demonstration girl?”

“Yes, Wanda, do tell me what makes the Richards/Stark pneumatic vacuum extractor worthy of being named successor to my declitting tube!” Doctor Doom instructed with obvious displeasure.

“NO!” the Scarlet Witch gasped as the tip of the extraction tube touched the tip of her clitoral glans, and she thrust her hips backwards away from the mouth of the tube. “OH, GOD! I don’t want to do this! I’ve changed my mind…Doctor Doom…I AM going to beg! PLEASE…don’t let her take my….”

“My dear Scarlet Witch, have I not already explained that this is a mandatory procedure for any post-pubescent girl within the borders of Latveria…where you will reside in a few short hours,” Doctor Doom interjected with a loud chuckle. “Should I have one of the Hellfire Club guards stand behind my slave and use a knee in her back…or perhaps a cock up her ass…to hold her in place, Doctor Sweeny?”

“NO!” Wanda Maximoff spat with a mixture of disgust and trepidation on her face as she pushed her hips back forward. “That won’t be necessary! I just lost my nerve…for a moment. That’s all! Usually a girl…about to do this…is more thoroughly…secured….”

“In a gynecological examination chair with a belt tightened around her waist, or leaning over a bend-over bar with her neck secured so she can’t move either backwards or forwards?” Marge queried softly. “Yes, I would do the same for girls volunteering for the procedure. However, when this superheroine slave auction really gets going, I could need to be doing one of you slaves every five minutes. So the time restraining the slave about to be circumcised has to be kept to a bare minimum. Besides, it’s very entertaining to watch one of you superheroine-cum-sex slaves try to chicken out. I suspect two or three of your colleagues will pee themselves before I’ve got them clipped. You won’t be one of those girls, will you, Wanda? Do you still want me to get as much of you as possible on the business side of the scissors?”

“No, Marge…I won’t lose control of my…bladder…even if I lose my nerve…again,” the Scarlet Witch stuttered softly with embarrassment filling her face, “and…yes…stretch me…thoroughly! I don’t think I would have…panicked…if I hadn’t been asked to explain the function of…the device about to be used…to terminate…my sex life. You see…the first thing you should know…Doctor Doom…is that…Reed Richards…reverse engineered…an important component of your declitting tube design…and included it in…the pneumatic vacuum extractor design. That I know of this component…makes me…VERY…aware…of what’s about to happen to my little organ! Carry on, Doctor Sweeny!”

“You carry on as well, Scarlet Witch,” Doctor Doom chortled softly, his interest obviously piqued. “What technology did Richards steal from me? Also, do keep in mind that Wonder Woman now has her shorts around her ankles as well her top up over her shoulders. Vladi will have the Amazon re-costumed shortly, and bidding won’t last long after that. You do still hope for a final climax, don’t you, Wanda?”

“YES, PLEASE!” Wanda declared with desperation in her voice before gasping softly as she again felt plastic touch the tip of her clitoris. The sultry Avenger nodded to the widescreen monitor as she felt and watched the tip of the extraction tube adjusted until her clitoral glans was in the mouth of the tube, surrounded by plastic. As she sensed Doctor Doom’s eyes follow hers, the quivering mutant explained, “Richards included the ultrasonic projectors…used in your declitting tube design…imbedded in the tip of the extraction tubing…meaning that ultrasonic vibrations are even now…projecting forward from the tubing tip…softening the mucous membranes around my clitoral shaft…and weakening the tensile strength of any connective tissue…or even muscles…encountered in the clitoral cavity…when my clitoral shaft…begins being stretched. So you see…even now…my privates are being prepared for….”

“Your castration, Scarlet Witch?” Doctor Doom chided with a gleeful chuckle. “Just remember to hold Richards and Stark responsible for providing SCS with the tool being used to neuter you, girl. Still, I think I WILL sue Richards for theft of intellectual property, even after I have the device used on his wife, the Invisible Woman, later today.”

“OHHhhooohh!” burst from Wanda Maximoff’s throat over a faint hissing sound as she suddenly felt air moving around her engorged clitoris, and she realized Doctor Sweeny had twisted the control module’s rheostat adjustment knob to allow air to begin to be sucked into the extraction tubing. Then the Scarlet Witch let out a soft yelp as Marge pushed the mouth of the extraction tube firmly into the roof of her vulva, and the hissing became a barely audible, slow continuous ‘phhpt….phhpt….phhpt….phhpt’ as her soft moist flesh tented outward and sealed the margins of the tip of the extraction tubing closed to the flow of outside air.

As the clitoridectomy technician twisted the rheostat to the next setting, the Scarlet Witch moaned with obvious trepidation over the soft but slightly more rapid ‘phhpt…phhpt…phhpt…phhpt’ sound as she watched the swollen clitoris on widescreen monitor—her own clitoris—‘pop’ slightly outward into the mouth of the extraction tube. “It’s started!” Wanda gasped forlornly. “The stretching of my pleasure button…I mean. Feels weird! Strange…but…pleasant…at first. Did you know…the impeder valve was…my idea…to simulate what having a declitting tube used on you…feels like? Sorry! I don’t think I…should try to explain…any further. Need to focus on pleasure…reach climax! Stretching won’t last long!”

Wanda Maximoff cooed softly while she tried to concentrate on the pleasant sensations from the vibrator in her vagina as she stared wide-eyed at her swollen clitoris on the monitor. The suction felt stable, and her love button didn’t seem to be moving any further into the tube barrel despite the ongoing rhythmic sucking sound. The Avenger groaned. She couldn’t feel the tightness in her lower abdomen or the glow from her sex that indicated she was building towards sexual climax. Would the vibrator be enough to bring her to orgasm?

The Scarlet Witch gulped loudly over the quick paced ‘phhpt..phhpt..phhpt..phhpt’ sound as the gentle pull at the apex of her vulva became a firm tug due to Marge twisting the rheostat control to its next setting. Wanda watched as, on the monitor screen, her shiny clitoral glans began moving up into the barrel of the extraction tube pulling a thin column of duller flesh behind it. The circumcision of Wanda Maximoff had begun in earnest!

The buxom Avenger cooed more loudly as her sex finally began to exude a gentle pleasurable glow as the tugging sensation on her pleasure node continued, and she watched her own clitoral flesh ooze slowly up the transparent extraction tube. Via the widescreen monitor, Wanda could see the scale, in inches, printed on the outside of the tubing in black numbers. When the tip of her clitoris reached 2 the worm-like movement of her cylindrical tissue stalled to a stop, despite the continued rhythmic tugging sensation corresponding to the regular beat of the suction sounds.

“OHHHUUHH!” gasped the Scarlet Witch over the rapid, slightly louder ‘phhpt, phhpt, phhpt, phhpt’ of the pneumatic vacuum extractor as the tugging sensation became a firm pull at the apex of her vulva. The young mutant watched her clitoral glans, on the monitor, again begin sliding further into the extraction tube, tugging clitoral shaft behind it, before she flashed a glance towards the clitoridectomy technician; Doctor Sweeny was grinning like a Cheshire cat as she stared directly into Wanda’s face and nodded. The rheostat knob had been twisted to its maximum ‘safe’ setting!

Wanda heard Doctor Doom chortle, “Luthor just bid 80 million for the Amazon, and Darkseid is glaring at the man as if he’d just insulted his mother.” As the Latverian monarch nodded to the monitor, where the tip of the stretching clitoris had just reached three inches, he declared, “You’d better let Doctor Sweeny stick with her protocols and clip you now, Miss Maximoff!” The buxom Avenger groaned with trepidation! Not only was Wanda less than eager to get to said clipping, but, based on the level of pleasure being exuded from her loins and the missing ‘tight’ sensation in her lower abdomen, she feared reaching climax before being subjected to the agonizing cut to be very questionable.

“Twist the rheostat…to the middle of the red range…Marge…PLEASE!” Wanda urged desperately. “AHHHhhh!” the Scarlet Witch gasped over a nerve rattling ‘PHHPT, PHHPT, PHHPT, PHHPT’ mechanical drumbeat from the vacuum extraction cylinder pump at the other end of the extraction tubing as Doctor Sweeny jubilantly granted the buxom Avenger’s request. Wanda let out a long drawn-out moan as it felt as if an anvil was hanging from her clitoris and the firm pull seemed to be transferred to flesh well below the surface of her pelvis.

“OHHHhhh CRrrraaappPPP!” the Scarlet Witch hissed as she watched the tip of her clitoral glans on the monitor screen worm towards the 4 mark, and the intense rhythmic yanking sensation on her clitoral shaft made her fear her tiny organ was about to tear as the tension began to nearly match its tensile strength. The glow in Wanda’s loins grew abruptly more pleasant, and she finally felt like she was approaching orgasm, no doubt partly fueled by the nature of the erotic peril the young mutant faced—the abrupt and permanent end of her ability to achieve sexual satisfaction!

“NO!” Wanda Maximoff spat desperately as she watched a thumb on the monitor screen slide forward towards the green elastrator band at the end of the transparent extraction tube. “I’m almost ready to….” A ‘thhpp’ accompanied by a firm squeezing sensation that seemed to come from an inch below the surface of the apex of her vulva interrupted Wanda’s heartfelt plea as she watched the band jump forward and cinch deeply into the clitoral shaft adjacent to the clitoral hood on the widescreen monitor. As Marge flipped off the pump switch on the vacuum extractor cylinder, releasing the vacuum pressure, and pulled the barrel of the vacuum extractor tubing away from the short rod of stretched clitoral flesh, everyone watching could see that the Scarlet Witch had been made ready for female castration!

“Shaw, the Black King of the Hellfire Club, himself, just bid one hundred million dollars for Wonder Woman,” Doctor Doom announced and then chuckled at the exasperation on Wanda Maximoff’s face. “Either give my slave her final climax forthwith and get on with it, or get her clipped without a final cum, Doctor Sweeny. Darkseid will offer a bid that will be unmatchable any second, and we don’t want to delay his getting the Amazon Princess serviced do we?”

“Understood, your royal highness,” Marge chirped softly as she set the extractor tubing down and picked up the pry bar and surgical scissors. “I’ll see what I can do in the dozen or so seconds it will take for her clitoris, on this side of the compression band, to reform into its natural shape so we can see how long Miss Maximoff’s soon to be confiscated girl penis is. Once I’ve amputated her sex organ, it will take another minute to finish the Scarlet Witch’s treatment. Guard! Bring the bucket of rubbing alcohol. I’m going to need to give the vibrator a bath before I stick it in the next ex-superheroine!”

“How does it feel, daughter of Magneto?” Doctor Doom chidingly asked as he nodded to the clitoridectomy technician while she reached towards the Scarlet Witch’s vulva.

“Like I have an Army tank…hanging from my pleasure button…monarch of Latveria!” Wanda spat with obvious frustration as she glared at Doctor Doom. The buxom Avenger then added more politely, “Please hold your questions…until I’ve managed to get off. I’ll tell you anything you want to know…after I’ve been…modified.”

Returning her attention to Doctor Sweeny, who was fingering the base of the vibrator, the Scarlet Witch asked in a pleading voice as she blushed beet red, “Can you please…help me? I don’t want to get neutered…hung up on the edge of…orgasmic release. When I’ve un-stretched…maybe you could…you know…do what you did earlier…with your tongue.”

“I’m a professional castratrix, not a prostitute or porn star, Scarlet Witch,” Marge chortled softly as she began pumping the phallus-shaped vibrator in and out of Wanda’s vagina. “I’m not even a switch hitter, let alone a lesbian. You’d better hope I can get you off with the sex toy. If I have to lick you, I’m going to expect to get licked back…while a room full of villains and villainesses cheer the famous Avenger-cum-sex slave on. Cum for me, Wanda Maximoff!”

Okay…I’ll try,” Wanda whispered back softly as she closed her eyes and concentrated. Again, the glow in her loins increased in intensity as second after second passed and the clitoridectomy technician continued the slow, rhythmic pumping of the buzzing vibrator in and out of her sex.

“Darkseid just bid one hundred and thirty million dollars for Wonder Woman,” Doctor Doom’s voice said from seemingly far away. “Hasn’t that nub of flesh reached its natural shape yet?”

“Yes,” Wanda made out Doctor Sweeny’s voice reply as the muscles in her lower abdomen seemed to stiffen and the sexual glow neared the familiar explosion into ecstasy. But, suddenly, the pumping in her vagina stopped, and Marge’s voice whispered, “I guess I better do her now.”

The Scarlet Witch’s gold-flecked blue eyes flashed open, filled with horror and bitter disappointment, to see Marge Sweeny pushing her right hand and the J-shaped pry bar, forked at the end of the curve, towards the roof of her vulva. The buxom Avenger’s eyes snapped to the left hand following the right, and saw the open surgical scissors. “NO!” Wanda Maximoff shrilled as she thrust her hips backwards; the young mutant had noted, on the monitor, the nearly inch-long finger of flesh projecting forward from the green elastrator ring that the forked tip of the pry bar had been about to be slid under. “Don’t cut me! Not without one final…climax!”

“Foolish girl!” Doctor Sweeny hissed angrily as she palmed the pry bar and flashed her hand forward to snatch the vibrator from the Scarlet Witch’s vagina. The body modification technician nonchalantly twisted the base of the sex toy and tossed it into the newly arrived alcohol bath bucket. Then Marge stared up into Wanda Maximoff’s crestfallen face and spat, “Stick that vulva of yours back where it belongs and let me get the pry bar and scissors in place right this instant, Scarlet Witch, or I’ll have my Hellfire Club assistant do it for you. If you do it voluntarily, I’ll take my time, giving you one last chance for that final cum you’ve been begging for as you contemplate what’s happening. Otherwise, it will be a quick clip and a loud yowl. Your choice!”

“Oh, GOD!” the Scarlet Witch gasped while tears began flowing down her cheeks and disappointment and defeat filled her face as she pushed her hips back forward. “I’m SO sorry! I lost my nerve again. PLEASE! There must be time…for you to get me off…orally!”

“Believe me, Scarlet Witch,” Doctor Marge Sweeny chirped gleefully as she again pushed the J-shaped pry bar towards the quaking and sobbing Avenger’s vulva, “I would do as you ask…but only if you agreed to return the favor after I’ve released your neutered ass from the holder stand…if only we had a few more minutes. As that’s not the case, do try to enjoy the circumcision itself. I understand the procedure is profoundly…interesting…until the intense agony of getting clipped burns through the neutered girl’s brain a split second after she’s been declitted!”

Wanda issued a soft choking sound as she desperately tried to stop bawling while she watched the split, curved end of the J-shaped pry bar slide under the green elastrator ring, below the tiny girl penis on the monitor screen. The young mutant issued a soft gasp filled with terror and dread as she felt the forked prongs of cool metal slide across both sides of her clitoral shaft under the tightly choking compression band. The buxom Avenger’s gasp became a terror-filled groan as she felt the tension on her stretched clitoral shaft abruptly increase as the stem of the J was rotated downward and the tip of the curved end of the pry bar pushed the compression band outward, dragging more clitoral shaft out of its cavity. The Scarlet Witch quaked with trepidation as she watched the surgical scissors get thrust under the compression band, through the new gap made by the pry bar, and she felt razor sharp metal touch the stem of her sex life.

“On three, Scarlet Witch!” Marge chirped gleefully as she pushed the end of the pry bar firmly into the shivering Avenger’s labia. The clitoridectomy technician grinned as the lovely mutant above her gagged and then nodded ever so slightly “One…two….”

“HOLD!” Doctor Doom barked forcefully. “It appears the Wizard is aware of our circumstances here, and seems to be watching out for this girl he himself made available for enslavement. Vladi is asking to have Wonder Woman’s assets put on display again, ostensibly to try to get an even higher bid for the Amazon. Darkseid does not seem to be protesting the irregularity. Do let us hear Magneto’s daughter sigh in ecstasy as you trim away her womanhood, Doctor Sweeny! I’m sure Wanda will be eager to trade tonguing for tonguing!”

“YES, PLEASE!” Wanda Maximoff pleaded in a quivering voice. “I’m so very close…to cumming! Please, Marge…it won’t take you long! I promise…I’ll give you my best cunnilingus when I’m released. I can…ignore…the loss and pain…long enough to do so.”

“DONE!” Marge Sweeny spat with obvious eagerness. “But you’re going to stay ready for clipping while I give you what you beg for, and once you get off, you’ll only have a five count before I add agony to ecstasy. Then you’re going to eat me until I tell you I’m satisfied. Agreed, Scarlet Witch?”

“YES…agreed!” Wanda gasped as her tears finally stopped flowing. “Thank you…for taking pity…on me.”

“Oh, I didn’t agree out of pity, Scarlet Witch,” Marge chided softly as she leaned her head forward. “I want to be able to brag about the day an Avenger licked my pussy until I came!”

“OHHhhh!” Wanda Maximoff gasped softly as a warm wet tongue began flickering around the tip of her protruding girl penis, and the pleasant glow in her loins immediately intensified. “YES! Feels…GOOD!”

“UUHHMmmm, yeeesss!” Wanda hissed as the tonguing continued as a ‘tightening’ sensation began to grow in her lower abdomen.

“AHHhhhh!” the buxom Avenger groaned in apprehension as Marge pressed the long end of the J-shaped pry bar firmly into the furrow between the auburn-haired superheroine’s labia minora, the increased tension at the apex of her vulva suddenly bringing Wanda’s attention back to her imminent declitting, while the blonde clitoridectomy technician continued her delightful oral assault on the doomed pleasure node.

OHHhhhh…soooo…GOOOOOODDddd!” the Scarlet Witch gasped as she hung on the edge of the climax cliff as Marge’s tongue swirled around the young mutant’s clitoral glans.

“HUhhhhh! NO….not yet!” Wanda pleaded as she felt the pressure from the sharp scissor blades sandwiching her tightly stretched clitoral shaft increase slightly, and the sultry sexpot suddenly concluded that her sexual neutering was, at last, imminent, although there was no pause in the lingual assault on her pleasure node.

“OOOOHHHYYEEEAAHH, AHHHHhhuuhhh, OOOOHHHhaaaahhhh!” burst from the Scarlet Witch’s lungs as orgasmic delight exploded in her loins. As Wanda grinned, she issued a second uninhibited triple sigh of ecstasy, desperately trying to enjoy the erotic pleasure despite the fact that she knew a roomful of eyes were on her.

Marge Sweeny laughed as she pulled her head away from the vivacious world-renowned superheroine’s crotch so that the Scarlet Witch’s vulva again filled the monitor screens on the floor before the circumcision station, in the slave holding pen, and on various other monitors around the slave auction room and teleconferencing sites. Marge had managed to give Wanda Maximoff the climax she craved—the final climax of the buxom Avenger’s life—the boon the Scarlet Witch had begged for. Now it was time for the body modification technician to earn her title as castratrix.

“Open your eyes, mighty Avenger,” Doctor Sweeny commanded firmly, “and watch the monitor! It’s time for your circumcision. Can you show some grit and hold your hips where they are for just another second or two?”

Wanda managed a grim grin as she forced her head to make a quick nod, before the sexually sordid fate before her wrung one more triple sigh of climax from her loins. The enslaved superheroine looked down to see the glistening wet vulva on the wide-screen—her own glorious vulva! Wanda marveled at the inch long girl penis projecting from the outer side of the green elastic ring that held the pleasure node out from her body. The sultry Avenger saw the pry bar, pushed deeply into the furrows of her labia minora, holding the compressed elastrator band outward away from her clitoral hood. The Scarlet Witch saw, in the space created by the pry bar, the open surgical scissors pressed against her clitoral hood with a razor-sharp blade on either side of the stretched clitoral shaft.

As the erotic glow of orgasm began to gradually fade, Wanda Maximoff hissed, “Do me, Marge! Do me now!”

“EEEEIIIIEEEEeeeee!” screeched the Scarlet Witch a split second after the scissors on the monitor snapped closed, following an audible ‘SNAP’ as the stretched clitoral shaft on the far side of the blades snapped back into the clitoral cavity, and the girl penis on the monitor screen—the crucial organ by which Wanda had been able to enjoy sex for three glorious years—began freefalling downward. There was a soft tap as the severed pleasure node and the attached compressed elastrator ring dropped onto the floor, and the writhing Scarlet Witch yowled, “OWWWwww! OW! Oh CRAP that hurts!”

“The pain will slowly fade,” Marge Sweeny, jubilant triumph beaming from her grinning face, chirped sweetly as she watched the obviously distraught Scarlet Witch twist and turn in her bonds in both physical and mental agony. The clitoridectomy technician pulled her eyes from the again weeping superheroine’s face to locate the inch-plus-long severed clitoris on the floor. Marge quickly clipped the compression band off with the surgical scissors and placed the severed nub of flesh in one of the tiny stasis boxes, before standing and pushing the open box before Wanda Maximoff’s face.

“Look!” Doctor Sweeny commanded as she gloated at her patient. “This was yours.” Marge waited for the Scarlet Witch to look downward. As the whimpering Avenger nodded in acknowledgement of her taunt, Marge closed the box and handed it to Doctor Doom, as she chided, “Now it belongs to your master, SLAVE! What will become of the Scarlet Witch’s severed sex life, your royal highness?”

“Do you know, Doctor Sweeny, I hadn’t given the matter any consideration,” Victor von Doom chuckled back softly as he reached forward to pat the slowly writhing Scarlet Witch on the back. “I suppose, unless Wanda’s father has other preferences, I’ll have it mounted in some transparent covering and make it the center piece of a jeweled necklace. Then, if Miss Maximoff wins the noose tournament, I suppose I’ll give her the necklace when I free her. That way the Scarlet Witch can wear her pilfered pleasure node between the circular scars created when I have her debreasted. Would you like that, Wanda?”

“To be given…the necklace?” the Scarlet Witch hissed softly as she continued to weep. “Yes…I suppose so. It would be…preferable…to having others…own my…. OH GOD! Release me, Marge!”

“Soon,” Doctor Sweeny replied as she knelt, used the pliers-like device to stretch and load a new compression band onto the end of the extraction tube, before pulling a small battery pack with a very small diameter ceramic tube at one end sticking out of its circular port. As Marge pressed downward on the top end of the ceramic tube, there was a clicking sound. “First I need to prepare to make sure your wound doesn’t get infected, possibly making you unavailable to hang two weeks from now in the noose slut competition. This is an automobile-cigarette-lighter-like coil of metal in a non-heat conducting ceramic sheath that will be used to cauterize your subsurface wound, destroying another eighth of an inch or so of clitoral nerves. With healthy clitoral nerves buried an inch to an inch-and-a-half below the surface of the apex of your vulva, Scarlet Witch, your scientists probably wouldn’t be able to regenerate your pleasure button, even if Doctor Doom released you immediately after the hanging tournament.”

“Which won’t happen!” Doctor Doom declared firmly. “While I’m pretty sure I WILL let Wanda go, soon after the Hellfire Club hanging contest, if Miss Maximoff is the last slave still dancing on air, it will be after I’m certain the alterations you, and later I, made to her body cannot be undone. Darkseid just told the Wizard to finalize the bidding on Wonder Woman with her assets left uncovered, so you better let the Scarlet Witch pay you back for giving her the climax now, Doctor Sweeny.”

“Great idea, Doctor Doom,” Marge replied jovially as she reached for a small towel in her tool box. “The heating element in the cauterizing tube will take a few moments to grow white hot anyhow. But first I better clean up the outside of the Scarlet Witch’s vulva.”

“Leave the blood,” Doctor Doom quickly interjected as he stared at the thin rivulet of blood leaking downward from emptied end of the Scarlet Witch’s clitoral cavity. “It will remind your next...client…that you are dead serious about extirpating HER clitoris.”

“An even better idea,” Doctor Sweeny gleefully chirped as she dropped the towel back in the box and reached for Wanda’s right ankle cuff. “Don’t worry, Miss Maximoff. I’ll have you free in a jiff, and I don’t think you’ll need to play muff diver on me for long. Circumcising you has got me as randy as a girl can get.”

Within seconds Wanda was free and on her knees before Marge Sweeny, pulling the blonde’s skimpy bottoms down, under which she discovered no panties, and whispering, “Would you like to give me…any advice…as to your preferences, Marge?” The buxom Avenger blushed beet red as she felt many of the eyes in the room on her and fought to ignore the agony emanating from the top of her own vulva.

“I’ve only a vague clue as to what choices in preferences I might have, Scarlet Witch,” Marge replied with a giggle as she spread her feet as widely as the bottoms around her ankles would allow. “Let’s try it without your using your fingers, Avenger. I expect it’s not going to be either complicated or time consuming. I’ve never felt hornier in my life.”

“That’s good…as this is the first time I’ve tried this…before so many onlookers…and I’m pretty uptight…about performing lesbian sex…on girls I know quite well…without an audience,” Wanda admitted, her voice still at a whisper. “We’ll try it your way…at first…but I’m probably going to…ambush you…with my fingers shortly.” The Scarlet Witch leaned forward, gently kissed the body modification technician’s engorged clitoris, which was just barely peeking out between the top of the girl’s vulva under her clitoral hood and the blonde landing strip above it. Then, the young mutant licked three times through the shivering blonde’s labial lips.

“OOOOuuuuwwww!”Marge moaned as she gleefully declared, “That feels good. Maybe I should consider playing as a switch hitter more often. Let’s get back to my clit…I think!”

The Scarlet Witch gently nodded, fighting to maintain her concentration despite the intense pain in her crotch. Wanda diligently began licking around the rim of the swollen pleasure button. Wanda flicked the tip of her tongue three times into the tip of the sensitive node, and then gently sucked over it.

“OOOOHHhhhhh!” Doctor Sweeny gasped gleefully as she chirped, “That’s right! Tit for tat! But if you can get my clit to stretch with your mouth, you won’t get a chance to clip ME.”

Wanda ignored both the jibe and the curtain of pain, and began swirling her tongue around Marge’s protruding love button, causing the blonde to shiver with delight. The auburn-haired Avenger reached up with both hands, while continuing her lingual swirls, and pushed her right thumb gently between Marge’s labia minora into the entrance to her vagina, while parting the top of the quivering blonde’s labia.

Doctor Sweeny gasped with carnal joy, and then froze as the Scarlet Witch gently nipped at her pleasure node. Wanda returned to her swirling assault with her tongue as Marge quaked above her, before grinning as the staccato sigh of climax rang through the room. The buxom Avenger continued her oral pleasuring for a handful of seconds that seemed to be an eternity as the woman who had given her so much pain shook in ongoing orgasm. Wanda grinned with relief as Marge finally pushed her head away from the blonde’s vulva.

“Favor repaid!” Marge Sweeny gasped out softly before instructing tersely, “On your feet with your legs spread. I want you to hold the top of that mutilated vulva open for me so I can cauterize your wound. Do it now, Scarlet Witch!”

Wanda Maximoff obeyed immediately, shivering with trepidation as Doctor Sweeny bent and made the ceramic cauterizing tube pop from its heating station. As Marge pushed the open barrel of the very small diameter ceramic tube in the direction of Wanda’s face, the Avenger could see the yellowish-red glow of extremely hot coils of metal inside the barrel of the tube’s ceramic non-heat-conducting outer surface, about one-fourth inch back from the open barrel. Glancing to the back of the tube, the young mutant could see a push-pull plunger that fit inside the ceramic shell.

“WAIT!” spat the Scarlet Witch. “Can’t we just squirt antiseptic…up my vacated clitoral cavity? That’s what we do…with the paying clientele…at the severe body modification clinics!”

“You are not a circumcision treatment volunteer, Scarlet Witch,” Doctor Doom interjected gruffly as Marge seemed to be thinking the suggestion over. “You are a costumed vigilante who has been captured by her opponents and is being forced to pay the penultimate price for being on the wrong side of what you foolishly call JUSTICE. Your wound will be cauterized because it will cause you additional pain, help ensure the permanence of the maiming you have just received, and make sure you are healthy enough for your master to force his new slave, you Miss Maximoff, to risk paying the ultimate price for your poor choice of avocations in two weeks time. Discussion ended!”

Doctor Sweeny nodded to the Latverian monarch, and then grinned at the Scarlet Witch, who was shivering in trepidation and weeping again as she held the top of her own labia open with the fingers of her right hand. Marge slowly bent forward and stared at the open cavity below Wanda Maximoff’s clitoral hood, noting it was only barely leaking the thin rivulet of blood. “Let’s see if we can do this without smearing our delicate advertisement of the loss my next superheroine sex slave client is about to suffer,” the clitoridectomy technician quipped softly. “You don’t know it yet, but this is going to be a most unique…and memorable…post-treatment treatment.”

“Fine…get on with it…I can’t hurt any worse,” Wanda spat back with obvious bitterness as she wiped the tears from her eyes with her left hand.

“I’m pretty sure that is a false assumption,” Marge Sweeny declared as she winked at Doctor Doom while she positioned the bottom of the thin ceramic tube over the tiny opening of the newly created orifice formed by the vacated forward portion of Wanda’s clitoral cavity. Doctor Sweeny made a point of staring straight into the Scarlet Witch’s face and then pushed firmly inward. The tube slid slowly into the narrow opening until the forward progress was halted by blockage of the cavity around an inch inside. “Now we test your assumption, Miss Maximoff. As I cauterize your wound, that estimated additional eighth inch of clitoral nerves will be destroyed. Nerves are fussy about being destroyed and complain by transmitting pain to the brain. I’m thinking more than a little pain!” Marge grinned and shrugged her shoulders before pushing the plunger at the rear of the ceramic tube firmly inward. Marge Sweeny chuckled heartily at the resulting sizzling sound.

“EEEEIIiiiiiGGGHHH!” the Scarlet Witch screeched as the sensation of a foreign object piercing the apex of her vulva was suddenly unimportant as, accompanied by a sizzling sound, the agony emanating from where her clitoris used to protrude suddenly dramatically intensified. Wanda Maximoff threw her hands up over her face as she fought against yanking the cauterizing tube away from her crotch, knowing if she did, the procedure would be repeated.

The buxom Avenger grew pallid as she heard the soft sound of frying flesh over which Doctor Sweeny counted, “One…two…three…four…five! Good enough!” Through blurry tear-filled eyes, Wanda watched the grinning clitoridectomy technician straighten upwards, turn, bend, and push the tube back into the heating station. As Marge rose back up, she smiled at the Scarlet Witch and then asked, Doctor Doom, “Are you sure you don’t want me to brand her butt cheek free of charge? No? Okay, do let my supervisor know whether the circumcision was performed to your satisfaction, your royal majesty.”

“I will, Doctor Sweeny,” Doctor Doom replied with a loud chuckle. “Your performance was exemplary! In fact, I think I’ll request that SCS send you to Latveria in a few months time to help with the backlog of prisoners in government custody awaiting castration or circumcision. I look forward to seeing you again. Come along, Wanda! Let’s do get you signed up for the hanging contest.”

“One moment, your royal majesty,” Marge Sweeny interjected quickly before the master and slave could step away. “I’m quite honored to be offered such…rewarding…work in Latveria. Didn’t I hear you tell the Scarlet Witch that all post-pubescent females in Latveria were required to be circumcised?” As Doctor Doom nodded with laughter in his eyes, Marge queried in a concern-filled voice, “Even foreign contractors performing work for your government?”

“Yes, is that a problem, Doctor Sweeny?” Doctor Doom demanded gruffly as he nodded again.

Marge Sweeny sighed loudly and handed the Latverian dictator one of her business cards, as she asserted, “No, it won’t be. My personal email is on the card along with my supervisor’s. Just copy your request for my services to him to me. I’ll arrange to have myself used as the practice dummy in the training of one of our new hires on clitoridectomy procedures. It looks like I’m going to earn a company bonus MUCH earlier than I had planned.” Marge had a perplexed look on her face as Doctor Doom roared with laughter as he herded a weeping Scarlet Witch toward the front of the auction hall.

Chapter 5. Portents of a Dim Future

Five steps later, Doom and the Scarlet Witch met Darkseid, carrying Wonder Woman’s red gold-trimmed bustier and be-starred blue shorts and pushing the nearly nude Amazon before him, on his way to the Sunni Circumcision Services booth. “Well done, Princess Diana,” Wanda called out softly as she smeared away the tears in her eyes and on her cheeks, “I do believe one hundred and thirty million bucks…is a new record for one of these slave auctions.”

“I take no pride in such foolishness, Scarlet Witch,” replied the massively endowed Amazon as she stared with obvious horror at the apex of the Avenger’s vulva and the thin rivulet of blood trickling from the small indentation over which a clitoris should have protruded. “Besides, perhaps one of the next girls sold will impoverish one of these criminal fools to an even greater degree.” Wonder Woman nodded at Supergirl, who’d just been pushed to the end of the runway, awaiting Phoenix to be hand trucked into the Kryptonian’s vacated position at the back of the auction block platform.

Princess Diana stared even harder at the apex of Wanda Maximoff’s vulva, before observing, “Although I was too distracted to pay proper attention, it sounded as if you found the diminishment of your femininity to be most unpleasant, Scarlet Witch.

“Excruciating,” Wanda admitted sheepishly, “but then the…abrupt truncation of such a sensitive bundle…of nerves always is. But I don’t think the pain was the worst of it! The fear that I wasn’t going to manage…to dilute the agony with a pre-clip climax…and the disappointment of having my body altered against my will…an alteration which my new master has made clear will be quite permanent…were both harder to face than the pain. I know I’m behaving like a little girl! I’ve never seen any other girl shed…so many tears over…such a tiny nub of flesh. And to think I was giving…you other superheroines advice…not that many minutes ago.”

“There is no shame in a woman shedding tears, Scarlet Witch,” Wonder Woman declared with an encouraging look on her face. “Besides, I think your sexuality is more a part of your persona than most other women, as evidenced by your careers modeling your own line of lingerie and running your body modification clinic, not to mention your tendency in recent years to dress as a temptress. Perhaps all of us superheroines will shed tears until we are rescued and our stolen femininity is restored.”

“For some of us…including me…the possibility of such a miracle approaches zero,” Wanda declared softly as she tried to force a brave smile on her face. “We’re just on our way now to enter me…into the noose tournament. Unless I can outlast every other girl being forced to air dance…. Has he told you whether or not you’ll also be…?”

“Darkseid does not spend one hundred and thirty million dollars on a broodmare and then risk her loss in a gamble to win fifty million,” the blue-clad grey-skinned giant with his hand around Wonder Woman’s neck proclaimed sternly as his red eyes glared down at his new slave. “There will be no restoration of any of you slaves’ vulvas to pristine condition, Wonder Woman. This is a certainty in your case Amazon, for as soon as I’ve taken advantage of the services made available at the back of the room, we will boom tube back to Apokolips. Once there, all boom tubes will be deactivated forever by my command. Wonder Woman will be Darkseid’s royal concubine, calving at least one addition to the royal family every year for the next two millennia, Scarlet Witch! Chula tissue regenerators and the healing mud pits of Themyscira will be long forgotten by then. Now, move along slaves!”

“You really think being climaxed before you are cut makes the…ordeal…more manageable, Wanda?” Princess Diana of Themyscira-cum-royal concubine of Apokolips called back softly as she was finally forced to pull her eyes from the rivulet of blood trickling from the Avenger’s crotch while she was pushed forwards.

“Yes…I really do, Diana,” Wanda replied softly as a chuckling Doctor Doom pushed her in the opposite direction. “I fear the agony…which is still barely bearable…would have brought me to my knees…otherwise. I know you’ll…be a braver role model for our colleagues…who face circumcision behind us.”

Wonder Woman looked thoughtful for the remaining two steps to the clitoridectomy station, before smiling to Doctor Sweeny and declaring, “Technician, I would like to be given a final climax before you diminish my femininity!”

Doctor Doom chuckled softly as he watched the Scarlet Witch flash a smile of encouragement at Supergirl, who Vladi the Wizard had just declared for sale at an opening bid of three million dollars. “Do you think this is a social club, Scarlet Witch,” Victor von Doom chided softly as he pushed Wanda Maximoff towards the beverage bar at the front left corner of the room. “Does your crotch now hurt so little that you forget that you have been made my slave?”

“No,” Wanda admitted as she blushed at the cruel reminder of her neutering and her new station in life. “My sex feels like…well like there was still…a white-hot poker being pressed…against the pleasure button that is no longer there. I’m probably going to be in agony…for a good ten days…and then I’ll likely have intermittent stabs of agony…over a background of constant discomfort…for MANY weeks to come.”

“Are you not a practitioner of witchcraft as well as a mutant, girl?” Doom asked in a friendly tone. “Are not spells of healing among the first you were taught by the Harkness woman? No one will notice as you heal yourself, causing the pain I have caused you to be lessened.”

“Healing spells treat wounds in a manner that…simulates the passage of time, Victor,” the Scarlet Witch replied in a soft quivering voice. “So…to heal myself…although lessening the agony I’m forced to endure…would shorten the window of time…available for my clitoris to be regenerated after I’m rescued…and the Avenger’s Chula technology is used on my wound…wounds…if you really mean to debreast me…as well.”

“I do!” Doom proclaimed sternly. “You are a foolish slave, Wanda. Have I not assured you that you will NOT be rescued before you hang…are hopefully repeatedly hanged…hangings which, hopefully, you alone will ultimately survive. You see, I am hoping you will see to the replenishment of the funds I have spent on you and am about to spend on the Invisible Woman and Rogue. Ah, there is Shaw now!”

“Sebastian,” Victor von Doom called out as they reached the ponytailed man dressed in charcoal-colored breeches and a tailed, double-breasted coat, and a white frilled shirt, “have you met my new slave, the Scarlet Witch?”

“Several times, Victor,” the Black King, head honcho of the Hellfire Club, replied as he leered at Wanda Maximoff, “before she achieved her much deserved position as your chattel. I do believe I had the pleasure of raping her once. Vladi was right, Miss Maximoff, you’re going to be a lot less fun to ravish, now that you can’t be forced to sigh in climax. Can I have Darlene provide you with a beer, Victor?”

“Doctor Doom’s slaves will be treated as exalted women, Sebastian, and will not be forced to have sex with any man, or woman, I do not command them to have sex with,” Victor growled as he glared at his host. “For that matter, as I have already told Wanda, female climaxes are irrelevant in Latveria.”

Victor then nodded to the blonde barmaid, and said in a pleasant tone, “Beer, no, but perhaps a glass of wine, if you have such stored under the counter, for my slave to numb her mind to the pain in her loins, my dear?”

“Yes, please, Darlene,” Wanda squeaked as Doctor Doom nodded at her. “Malbec if you have it.”

“Now, Shaw,” Doom said in a formal business like tone as he watched the barmaid pour a glass of red wine, “about this hanging contest. I want to ensure a spot in the exhibition for the Scarlet Witch.”

“Tessa!” Sebastian Shaw barked out to a brunette dressed in a costume similar to Selene’s— skimpy shorts, a string-tied over-bust corset that left the abdomen and lower back uncovered, thigh-high high-heeled boots, and long fashion gloves, all blue in color—while Darlene handed the glass of wine to Wanda. As the fine-featured cloak-less girl carrying a clipboard stepped to Shaw’s side, he explained, “My personal assistant, better known by her nom de guerre, Sage, is responsible for the noose contest. Tessa, will you please handle the Scarlet Witch’s enrollment for von Doom.”

“Certainly, my Black King,” Tessa replied as she filled in a blank on the last sheet of the paper bundled by the board’s clip. “Your slave, the Scarlet Witch, will be entry number thirteen, your majesty. The first twelve are non-metahumans I myself recruited. The other nineteen contestants are expected to be enslaved superheroines, like Miss Maximoff. Obviously, you are the first slave owner to meet that expectation. As you know it will be a sudden death round robin, do forgive the pun, with a sixteen pair dance off the first day, then eight pair, followed by four and two, until the last two surviving girls dance on air on day five to produce a champion. It’s going to be very exciting to watch!”

Tessa turned the clipboard sideways and handed it and the pen to Doctor Doom, “If you sign this form, you are guaranteeing that the Scarlet Witch will be at the New York City Hellfire Club to be part of the contest two weeks from this morning. Please note, failure to show up with Miss Maximoff will result in a twenty million dollar forfeiture on your part, although if you show up with a suitable substitute, the forfeiture will only be five million dollars.”

“The forfeitures are pretty steep,” Victor observed as he signed the form and, thoughtfully, used the pen to label the stasis box with an ‘SW’, while Wanda took a gulp of wine as she watched. “However, that will not be an issue as Wanda WILL be there waiting to hang!”

“The forfeitures are steep because the last minute substitute, required to prevent any byes in the contest, will be ME!” Tessa replied as she took the clipboard back. “When I worked these forms up, I had thought that twenty million dollars would be enough to vouchsafe me. Having bought the Scarlet Witch for twenty five million, I suppose you could reason, if you change your mind about hanging her, that you are saving five million in value by paying the forfeiture. Worrisome! However, I doubt there are going to be THAT many high-priced slaves entered into the contest.”

“You needn’t worry, my dear girl,” Doctor Doom assured the brunette as he watched the Scarlet Witch gulp another swallow of wine, “at least not about Miss Maximoff’s participation. Our buxom Avenger will be there to hang, hopefully in all five rounds. Speaking of buxom, I do need a rule clarification. I do mean to debreast the Scarlet Witch the day after tomorrow. The concomitant loss of weight will not result in a disqualification of Miss Maximoff as a contestant will it?”

“No…not a problem, your majesty!” Tessa chirped with obvious glee while smirking at Wanda as the obviously discomposed Scarlet Witch quickly drained her wine glass. “What you do with your slave before the noose tournament is your business as slave master. Additionally, I wouldn’t be surprised if other contest entrants don’t get similar treatment. Errrr, don’t get carried away though. I’d be put in a real bind as rule enforcer if Wanda shows up missing a couple of limbs.”

“You needn’t worry, Tessa,” Doctor Doom said with a chuckle as he took the empty wine glass from Wanda and handed it to Darlene, “I’m just finishing the Scarlet Witch’s sexual nullification by making her debreast herself on top of the declitting. I have no intention of crippling the girl. Thank you Tessa…Sebastian! Come along, Wanda,” Victor von Doom urged as he herded an obviously disconcerted Scarlet Witch towards the other side of the room. “Let’s do find somewhere out of the way to wait for the Invisible Woman and Rogue to be put on sale. I have something I need you to do for me as we wait.”

“My goodness, the Shoshoki Corporation just bid ten million dollars for Supergirl,” Wanda announced softly as Doctor Doom pushed her through the crowd of slave bidders.

“Which means it’s time for the Wizard to have his favorite Kryptonian stripped for everyone’s appraisal,” Victor von Doom observed matter-of-factly. “I must say, I am most astonished to see him parting with his favorite toy…along with you, my dear, his former webmaster and, I’ve heard, housemate.”

“Tennant!” the Scarlet Witch proclaimed fiercely as she blushed, before adding, “And his student in the mystic arts. Vladi has to pay bills too! Kara and I are being…well in my case, were…sold to raise money to maintain his Lair and website. I’d doubt if either of us would be here, though, if he’d known about the free circumcision services being offered.”

“I suppose he might have had second thoughts, Wanda,” Victor chuckled softly, “knowing that almost no one will pass on a free opportunity to make one of you uppity superheroines pay the penultimate price for being captured by the bad guys. Speaking of penultimate prices, it looks like Doctor Sweeny just finished preparing Wonder Woman’s clitoris for decapitation. She’s just put down the extraction hose and reached for the vibrator.”

“I’m sure Princes Diana made the best of the more interesting part of the process,” Wanda acknowledged softy after glancing back to see the grim faced Amazon glaring down at her badly stretched, banded pleasure node, “and will survive the next part with a lot more dignity than I managed.”

“If you mean, she’ll fight for as long as she can against succumbing to the very climax she begged the technician to give her, Miss Maximoff,” Doom observed with obvious irony, “I suspect you are quite right. If you mean, she won’t cry over the loss of her tiny appendage, I suspect you are wrong. You shouldn’t think you demeaned yourself with the way you handled your own circumcision, Scarlet Witch. Quite the opposite, I believe you accepted your clipping with remarkable decorum…especially considering your intimate knowledge of the procedure.”

“Thank you, Victor,” Wanda replied softly, “that is most kind of you to say.”

“You seem to be speaking more…comfortably, Scarlet Witch,” Doctor Doom noted as he turned his charge towards a fairly open area at the front of the room near the far wall where Mystique was watching Wonder Woman’s imminent declitting with obvious appreciation from a discrete distance. “I have two questions! Ah, the vibrator is being inserted now! First, has your pain lessoned, and second what do you want? There is a reason behind your politeness!”

“No, I’m still in agony!” Wanda spat back, irritated that she was an open book to Doom. “I’m just getting used to it! Well, I think the wine helped a little. Thank you! Yes, I do want something. Knowledge first! However, I also want my loincloth back. The blood has dried and is flaking away. I’m no longer all that useful as an example of what the other girls are in for, am I?”

“Yes, I suppose it IS difficult to tell that you’ve been circumcised by anyone more than a few meters away.” Victor acknowledged softly. “I’ll think about it. Your nudity still has value in the more traditional manner. You are sexually arousing your onlookers and making them jealous of me. I like that! What do you want to know, Miss Maximoff?”

“Several things, Victor,” Wanda Maximoff replied softly after stealing a quick glance of Supergirl having her breasts mauled and tweaked, “but I’ll start out with a relatively irrelevant question. How am I going to be debreasted…the day after tomorrow.”

“You and the Invisible Woman are going to debreast yourselves,” Victor von Doom chortled gleefully. “You girls will, one at a time, stand unsecured with your bellies against a vertical post which rises up from the floor to support an adjustable height horizontal tray, with a thin depression running the length of the rear of the tray. Attached to the top of the vertical post is a frame, grooved on one side and slotted on the other, within which a light chopper, suspended from coiled springs and razor sharp on its lower edge, is hanging. The blade is attached to the grooved side by a lubricated roller wheel, and has, on the other side, a handle extending through the slot to project outwards on the right side of the frame.”

Victor’s brown eyes laughed at Wanda as he announced, “You girls…well, slaves rather…will use the assembly’s lifter controls to adjust the height of the tray to pillow your breasts properly for removal. Then you’ll reach up and grab the handle attached to the upper right corner of the chopper blade, and pull downward, slowly or quickly, the choice is yours. It won’t be difficult. The pull on the coiled springs is only a bit over a pound, increasing to three or four pounds as they stretch. Add to that, the tiny bit of shear resistance your flesh will provide to the razor-sharp chopper blade. It won’t be difficult for you to force the lower edge of the blade through the bases of your breasts into the thin depression at the rear of the pillowing tray. What do you think?”

“Very insidious!” the Scarlet Witch spat with obvious disgust. “And what if we refuse to debreast ourselves, Susan and I, and presumably Rogue as well as you did say you were going to put the three of us in your slave pens?”

“Rogue is being purchased for Magneto,” Doom announced with a hearty chuckle. “He has expressed interest in having Mystique’s foster daughter as his wife and the mother of your future stepsiblings. I have reasons to curry the master of magnetism’s favor, and wish to make sure he is not too…disappointed…in me should you not win the hanging contest. Rogue will be neither branded today, along with Susan, nor, unless your father wills it, debreasted along with the two of you the day after tomorrow. Magneto accepts the necessity of having Rogue circumcised before her arrival in Latveria. I have made him aware of my kingdom’s laws. Your father will arrive in Latveria to collect Rogue the day after tomorrow.”

“You’re saying father will be there when you attempt to make me and Susan debreast ourselves!” the Scarlet Witch hissed with bitter anger. “I won’t do it! I don’t think Sue will either!”

“Your resistance to your proposed debreasting is most unexpected, Scarlet Witch,” Victor von Doom chortled softly. “You have a reputation for being something of a debreasting fanatic. I’d actually thought you’d be quite enamored with my machine.”

Wanda blushed with embarrassment and paused to consider her reply as she stole a quick glance at Princess Diana. Wonder Woman’s eyes were closed and her hips shivering as the Amazon fought to delay the vibrator-induced orgasm that would lead to the ‘diminishment of her femininity’, represented by the tiny girl penis protruding outward from the apex of her vulva. Finally, the Avenger spat, “Your device’s design IS…intriguing…Doctor Doom. It is the audience that I object to…that and the promise that I’ll be quarantined away from a tissue regenerator long enough to ensure that my curves are permanently lost. No I…WE…won’t do it!”

“You WILL debreast yourself, Scarlet Witch!” Doctor Doom declared in a haughty tone. “Unless your father objects to it, and I have his assurance that he won’t. The Invisible Woman will do herself as well. You see. There will be others in the audience learning a lesson from my treatment of my slaves. There will be four mothers, wives of those who resist my rule, each there with their eldest daughter. If either you or Sue refuse to do as your master tells you, one by one, a daughter will be forced to take your place and her mother will be forced to lower the handle, and thus the chopper blade, to maim their own child. I can always find more mothers and daughters if you two slaves are particularly pigheaded!”

“PLEASE…Victor, just leave the peasants be…at home or in jail or wherever,” Wanda replied with bitter disappointment on her face. “I’ll use your insidious device on my own breasts, and I’ll convince Sue to do it too. I shouldn’t have bothered to argue against my sexual nullification. I’ve always had a foreboding…some sort of precognitive anticipation…that I would die at the end of a rope, breastless, clitless, and pregnant. I guess I should feel fortunate at my having been desecrated in only two out of three ways!”

“JEESE, that was fast!” the buxom Avenger declared as the disappointment on her face was replaced with a silly grin as she heard a loud triple sigh of climax ring through the room.

“Excellent, Wanda,” Victor chortled jubilantly as he glanced to the back of the room. “I knew you’d be reasonable about the debreasting. Hopefully, you’ll manage to take the other surprises I have in store for you in stride as well. Go ahead and watch the Amazon get her haughtiness trimmed as you formulate your next question. For myself, I think I’ll spend the time watching Supergirl having her pussy put on display.”

The Scarlet Witch nodded silently as she watched Marge Sweeny press the pry bar firmly into Wonder Woman’s sex below the Princess’s penisoid flesh. A handful of seconds later, a loud “GGAAAAHHHhhh!” exploded from the Amazon’s lungs as her clitoral glans and nearly an inch of clitoral shaft behind it dropped to the auction hall floor, before the massively endowed Justice Leaguer sighed in climax one final time. Wanda shook her head with guilt as she realized that she was finding comfort in Wonder Woman’s new status as a circumcised woman; misery really did love company!

Wanda managed to glance away to watch a red-faced and morose Supergirl having her labia spread by the Hellfire Club goon and displayed to the slave bidders, before, a dozen seconds later, another loud gasp of agony and the sound of sizzling flesh brought her attention back to the weeping Wonder Woman as Doctor Sweeny cauterized the stump of the Amazon’s amputated pleasure node.

“Why are you and your friends doing this, Victor?” Wanda asked softly as she watched the ceramic tube withdrawn from Princess Diana’s crotch and smoke waft upward from its apex.

“Buy you and your colleagues as slaves, Wanda?” Doom queried gleefully as Supergirl was being re-costumed.

“No, I understand why men want to buy superheroines and use them as sex slaves…until they manage to escape,” the Scarlet Witch declared with obvious disapproval. “We’ve danced that dance for decades now, with only minor complaints being made by vigilantes of the fairer sex. No!” the buxom mutant spat as her demeanor grew grimmer while she watched Marge Sweeny retrieve one of the branding irons and point the glowing ‘S’ towards a teary eyed Wonder Woman, who had twisted her head backwards and watched with obvious trepidation.

“No, I mean, why are you hurting us?” Wanda clarified softly. “Why are you forcing agonizing pain upon us by destroying our sexual assets! Why are you maiming us?” Wanda paused as Wonder Woman issued another shrill scream of agony as the ‘S’ was burned into her right butt cheek, before continuing with “Maiming us and taking steps to make sure the injuries can’t be healed. Why are you making sure the enslavement is permanent for some, and why are you willing to murder nineteen or twenty of us at the end of ropes in your noose tournament?”

“I might say…because we can, Miss Maximoff,” Victor von Doom chortled softly as a circular event horizon, the doorway to a world called Apokolips, opened up in mid air at the back of the room. “Or, perhaps, because it’s fun! However, I think I can manage a better answer than that…in a few moments, perhaps. There she goes!” Doom nodded to the back of the room where Darkseid had just stepped through the mouth of the boom tube with a weeping Wonder Woman before him. “Never to be seen again…at least until sometime after the early 41^st Century.”

“I’ll give you your answer, slave,” Doctor Doom declared as he pulled a curved piece of armor away from his crotch under the front of his tunic, “while you’re on your knees demonstrating your skill at fellatio. Concentrate, Wanda, and show me why you have the reputation of being the second best cocksucker in the superheroine business, or you’ll spend a week in my brothels, along with Susan, being a bargain basement whore, instead of a mere three days.”

“Why would you let your peasants use your multi-million dollar sex slaves, MASTER?” the Scarlet Witch asked sarcastically as she settled down to her knees. “You don’t have a reputation for such…generosity.”

“It will not be generosity, Scarlet Witch,” Doctor Doom snickered sardonically, “that leads me to breed you, as well as Reed Richards’ wife, with many dozens of unnamed men over those three, or possible seven, days and nights. You see, I’ll be giving both of you shots to counteract your pregnancy protection, which will result in both of you ovulating at once. You’ll both be impregnated nearly immediately, and I have instrumentation that will allow me to prove to you that THAT is the case when I decide you’ve done enough whoring for me.”

“You BASTARD….”

“No, Miss Maximoff, the bastard will be in YOUR belly as you hang!” Doom chided derisively as he glared down at the Scarlet Witch. “I’ll terminate the Invisible Woman’s zygote immediately, having demonstrated her helpless fertility, and then force her to copulate with me and me alone to replace the child…Reed Richards’ child…that she will never see again. Perhaps, through our child, Susan will learn to love me, her master and mate. Your zygote will be left within you to become an embryo so that you have two lives to fight for as you compete in the hanging contest. It seems your precognitive abilities are formidable, although I DO hope you misread your augured end in a noose!”

“Your cruelty knows no end, Doctor Doom,” Wanda whispered softly from her knees as tears of pain, humiliation, and defeat rolled down her cheeks. “Why? Why me, Victor von Doom?”

“If you begin doing as you were commanded, slave,” Victor replied calmly and softly, “I’ll provide you with the answer to your more general question of why we, those termed villains in this world, are treating the superheroine community…more harshly…than we have in the past. Then I’ll enlighten you to my insights, learned as a time traveler, into the future history of womankind on the planet Earth. And then, and only then, will I explain why YOU are being singled out to be given such harsh treatment, and why YOU, and only YOU, will be offered your freedom in one month’s time…should you live that long…Scarlet Witch. Now start sucking my cock!”

Wanda’s face grew beet red as she reached up to lift the forward bottom edge of Doctor Doom’s tunic with both hands and pushed her head under it. As she heard Vladi the Wizard announce that a Venezuelan oil tycoon had just bid $14 million for Supergirl, the Scarlet Witch slowly circled her warm, wet mouth over the spongy head of the Latverian dictator’s nearly two-inch-thick nine-inch-long circumcised penis, and sucked gently while swirling her tongue around the rim of the glans.

Doctor Doom moaned with pleasure as the auburn-haired mutant/witch slowly pushed her head forward until the tip of the phallus began to part her tonsils. Doom gasped as the big breasted Avenger rotated her mouth around his thick manhood, first one direction and then the other, before declaring, “Slowly, slave! There is plenty of time before I wish to be culminated. You do want me to tell you what you wish to know before you drink my semen, don’t you?”

Wanda Maximoff nodded around the Latvarian’s stiff member as she reached her right hand between Doom’s armor-covered legs to gently cup her master’s bulging scrotum. The enclosed testicles were huge! As Wanda pulled back to again suckle on the penis’s spongy glans, she knew the drink von Doom had promised her would not leave her thirsty.

“The harsh treatment you superheroines are suddenly receiving is partly due to the court ruling you told the clitoridectomy technician about, Scarlet Witch,” Doctor Doom explained matter-of-factly as the buxom superheroine sucked on his manhood as if it were a lollipop. Victor moaned softly while Wanda again pushed her lips forward toward the base of his penis as she sucked firmly and swirled her tongue around his shaft before continuing. “As you heroines no longer have the protection of the law, we so-called villains can do anything we want to you without fear of legal punishment. We also have little fear of retribution from you heroines or your male colleagues because your code of ethics prevents YOU from breaking the laws of the land and giving us tit-for-tat. We get to have our fun with you and you can’t give us payback.”

Doctor Doom grunted as the Scarlet Witch pumped her head back and forth over his turgid manhood a half a dozen times, before adding, “The goal is to make you girls quit your suddenly EXTREMELY perilous avocations. So instead of settling for raping you…or turning you into sex slaves for our pleasure or the profits of our brothels…we are maiming you girls…and, occasionally, arranging for your demises as you entertain us in our death games.”

“If necessary,” Doom gasped as the Scarlet Witch again pushed the head of his penis past her tonsils and again corkscrewed her head one way and then the other, “my friends and I will consider doing the unthinkable to you. If destroying you girls’ sexuality doesn’t get the job done…well…you’ll all be needing full face masks like I do to hide visages no longer fit for the eyes of man!” Victor von Doom chuckled as Wanda Maximoff shivered with disgust, and then pulled her head backward.

“Why would you destroy anyone’s sexuality, not to mention their beauty, Doctor Doom?” Wanda asked over the Wizard’s proclamation that Supergirl had been sold to Lex Luthor for $17 million dollars. “Surely you can’t be sure that such terrible setbacks won’t increase the superheroine community’s resolve to battle evil and injustice!”

“Get back to your fellatio, slave,” Doctor Doom commanded as he pressed his gauntleted hand against the back of the Scarlet Witch’s head. While the sultry Avenger alternated between sucking on his penis glans and pumping her head back and forth over his manhood, the Avenger’s master declared, “The target of our campaign to make you girls withdraw from vigilantism isn’t just superheroines, Wanda. We want to dishearten the superheroes of the world too, as we deprive them first of their female colleagues. We will further dishearten our foes by enslaving and circumcising their female friends, family members, and lovers, as well as by occasionally castrating the heroes themselves.”

“Ahhhhh,” Doom chortled softly, “despite the brief conversation Vladi just had with Luthor while Batgirl was being secured for sale at the end of the runway, Supergirl is being guided towards the Sunni Circumcision Services booth. I’m guessing the Wizard didn’t talk Lex out of seeing the Kryptonian hottie clipped.”

“He didn’t try!” Wanda hissed after pulling her head off of Victor’s manhood. “Vladi probably asked about the hanging tournament, and Luthor probably told him that Supergirl was safe from getting her neck stretched because he needed Kara, first, as a lab rat for his anti-Kryptonian experiments, and then as bait for Superman once he thinks he has a sure way to destroy the Man of Steel. If the Wizard decides at some later date he cares about listening to Supergirl sigh in climax, he’ll use his magic to restore her to pristine condition. As for you and your lawless colleagues’ plans, Victor, it’s not going to work. Most of us costumed vigilantes are too stubborn to give in.”

“It will work, Wanda!” von Doom exclaimed as the Scarlet Witch returned to her fellatio without being told. “And you’d best not cement your loyalty to the vigilante cause or you are in for a world of hurt!” the Latverian monarch declared as he grinned behind his mask while Wanda swirled her tongue around the corona of his penis glans. “You know I’m a time traveler, as are my more temporally advanced selves. I am in active communication with many of my future selves. Do not doubt what I say will happen in the future!”

Victor von Doom felt an obviously astonished Wanda Maximoff pause briefly in her oral efforts as she considered the stunning revelation, before she returned to her fellatio. “That’s right, Wanda,” Doom chortled softly as he basked in the pleasure building in his loins. “I know for a fact that fifty years from now metahuman vigilantes will be few and far between. Within a hundred years, even Superman will be relegated to serving governments rather than the common man. Oh, your costumed cohorts, both men and women, will fight it at first. They’ll even resort to trying to preempt my side’s campaign of terror by taking advantage of the severe body modification services being provided by clinics like yours, and getting themselves voluntarily debreasted, declitted, or castrated before a supervillain forces it upon them. That trend has already started, hasn’t it, Miss Maximoff?”

Again, Wanda pulled her head back, and acknowledged, “Yes, Victor, it has. I’ve already provided castration services to several heroes, and have debreasted a few heroines. I’ve circumcised one of my colleagues, as well as several girls who might be considered to be the significant others of superheroes. The trend you speak of has been noticeable enough to get the Avengers to publically rule that their tissue regenerator would not be made available to anyone who paid for voluntary body modifications and then changed their minds. Is the day of the superhero really coming to an end?”

“It is indeed, Scarlet Witch,” Doctor Doom replied as Wanda briefly licked at the meatus of his penis glans to taste the pre-cum that was already leaking from the slit, and then took him fully in her mouth and sucked firmly as she twisted her head clockwise and then counterclockwise. “In a few decades, superheroes will be a thing of the past, until a brief resurgence at the beginning of the 31^st Century with the establishment of the Legion of Super-Heroes. A brief resurgence because I myself, my 31^st Century self that is, will, again using their female teammates against them, bring the prestige earned by the Legion to an end. My ploy against the Legion will also bode ill for the female gender as a whole, as I will discuss next.”

Distracted, Victor von Doom observed jovially, “Doctor Sweeny has set a vibrator on the floor before Supergirl, and is just preparing to put the pneumatic suction hose over her clitoris, verifying two things: (1) you are right, Vladi did not protect his toy from female castration, and (2) the Kryptonian has begged for a final climax as you and Wonder Woman did. You may now use all of your famed skill as a cocksucker to culminate me as quickly as possible, Scarlet Witch! Then you can watch your friend getting herself clipped!”

“It’s about time!” Wanda quipped softly, after pulling back and glancing around the room to see many eyes watching her with obvious interest and noting that Power Girl had joined Phoenix at the back of the auction platform. “Stalling until you were ready to splort is not doing my reputation as a first-class fellator any good! You were going to give me a brief discourse on the future history of womankind?”

“Yes, Wanda,” Victor von Doom chortled as the Scarlet Witch again took his member into her warm, wet mouth and began sucking on it in earnest. “By the end of the second decade of the 21^st Century, the female gender is finally approaching gender equality. That progress is beginning to be reversed, however, partly due to the legalization of extreme body modification in many western countries, and partly due to the still rising, but unadvertised, popularity of several institutions promoting gynophagia.”

“An unexpected subsidiary effect of the legalization of elective circumcision of consenting adults in the U.S. and Western Europe, Miss Maximoff…,” Doctor Doom began before gasping in pleasure as Wanda Maximoff pushed her head even further forward, while she used her left hand to pull on the back of Victor’s right butt cheek for leverage, and forced the spongy head of the Latverian’s man-meat past her tonsils and into her esophagus. “…is the recognition of the United Nations campaign against cultural customs requiring the circumcision of post-pubescent females, mostly in Africa and the Middle East, for the unwarranted interference it is.”

Slowly, as Wanda gently fingered Doom’s large testicles with her right hand, the big-breasted Avenger forced the huge penis deeper and deeper into her esophagus, until she finally felt pubic hair tickling her lips and Victor gasped in pleasure.

Struggling to maintain his train of thought as he was deep-throated, Doom continued with, “As a result, many Middle East and African countries are following Latveria’s lead in enacting laws making circumcision mandatory for all adult women. Already, my kingdom is not the only country forcibly clipping any uncircumcised woman within their national boundaries, including visitors from other countries.”

The Scarlet Witch frowned as she swallowed twice around the pulsing phallus in her throat, before pulling her head slowly back until only the penis glans remained in her mouth. Wanda sucked gently as she flickered her tongue against the bottom of the glans’ corona, before pulling back even more and sucking on the very tip, tasting the seminal fluid now freely leaking from Doctor Doom’s meatus.

Victor chuckled softly in pleasure before declaring, “Based on my own travels and reports from my more temporally advanced selves, I know that popularity of female circumcision will continue to grow, and that mandatory circumcision will spread through the Balkan states and southeastern Asia where Islam is practiced, and then northward into China and Russia over the next century. I’ve seen projections where it is estimated that, even within a few decades, 94 percent of the female population in the Islamic world will have been circumcised before the age of 40; mostly as girls in their teens. Similar calculations for the non-Islamic world indicate that 42 percent of the female population will have been circumcised by the same age. As female sexuality grows disesteemed, arranged marriages will again rise in popularity and the payment of dowries to get a woman married will again be the norm.”

The sultry superheroine quickly bobbed her head three times over the shaft of the rock hard erection, before letting the massive penis bounce free in the air as she pulled her puckered lips away and spat, “So? What’s your point, Victor?”

“That’s right, Wanda,” Doctor Doom chortled as he watched the Scarlet Witch take a quick peek behind her to see how Supergirl was faring, “Doctor Sweeny just filled your friend’s vagina with the vibrator. I’m betting that the Kryptonian’s will to stay fully female will quickly drown in the need for orgasmic release. Now back to my point!”

“Women are again about to regain your current status, slave!” Doctor Doom declared as the Scarlet Witch pushed her head forward, took mushroom tip of his rock hard penis into her mouth, and gave it a firm suck, eliciting a soft gasp from Victor. “Women will again become chattel and stop competing for jobs that…due to technology advances that will see machines doing most menial tasks…will become rare. This means, of course, that the value of women as citizens will be extremely diminished and the fairer sex will justifiably again lose the right to have any say in the way society is run. There will be a resurgence of women’s rights in the 28^th Century that will continue into the early 31^st Century when the Doctor Doom from that temporal period will use gynophagia to put an end to women’s concerns once and for all.”

As the buxom superheroine slowly pushed her head forward, taking Doom’s long, thick shaft deeply into her warm, wet mouth until the penis head began pressing into the top of her esophagus, Victor moaned in pleasure and shivered in gleeful anticipation. The Latverian monarch coughed softly before explaining, “You see, I’ve began building on a movement initiated by a 20^th Century artist named Dolcett to popularize the concept of using willing female humans as food. The movement, though secret, will result in the formation of private clubs that will use their female members for just such a purpose. The male members will be predominantly from the upper classes of society. In the 31^st Century, my schemes will see the private practice of gynophagia publically sanctioned. Nothing has fewer rights than one’s food, Wanda. What I have told you will come to pass!”

The Scarlet Witch chuckled softly around the massive manhood in her mouth, thinking, ‘I know that, you misogynist, as I’ve been to the female dystopia that is 41^st Century earth,’ before forcing her mind on finishing the task at hand. Wanda twisted her head clockwise and then counterclockwise around the thickening rock-hard phallus, before pushing her head further forward and letting the penis push deep into her throat while Doctor Doom gasped with pleasure. Wanda ‘face fucked’ Victor’s massive erection for several tens of seconds while he moaned with obvious need, before pausing with the member lodged to the hilt in her esophagus, and swallowing repeatedly around the pulsing member. As the Laterian dictator issued a soft gleeful gasp, the Avenger felt the thick penis in her throat begin to twitch as it continued to swell, before warm sticky liquid began spurting down her gullet!

“AH, YES!” Doctor Doom chortled gleefully, before placing his left gauntleted hand on the Scarlet Witch’s forehead and reaching under the bottom his tunic with his right hand. As Wanda pulled her head back to allow the ejaculate to fill her mouth, Doom grasped his manhood with his right hand, and after a brief pause pushed the buxom Avenger’s face backward so that the last several spurts of semen squirted onto her face.

“Ewwww, gross you son of a…!” Wanda began angrily.

“I trust you feel properly humiliated, Miss Maximoff,” Doom interjected loudly as he pulled the soiled auburn-haired mutant/witch to her feet and spun her around to face Supergirl. Kara was obviously desperately fighting to stave off the climax that would see the little girl penis now projecting from the apex of her vulva clipped away by Marge Sweeny, who had the J-shaped pry par pushed into the young Kryptonian’s labia minora and razor-sharp scissor blades surrounding the stretched-out clitoral shaft just above Kara’s clitoral hood. “But I suggest you watch your friend joining you in receiving the truly significant insult that has been heaped upon you this day.”

“As you watch Supergirl join you in your new status as a sexually neutered slave, Wanda,” Victor whispered in the Scarlet Witch’s ear as he nodded to the quaking blonde superheroine, “I’ll tell you why YOU are being singled out for the harshest treatment being doled out to you costumed cunts.”

“To put it simply, Miss Maximoff, your father wants you to see the light of day and surreptitiously rejoin his brotherhood of mutants,” Doctor Doom proclaimed softly. “He wants your mutant power at his beck and call when he needs it, and he wants your genetic material added to the mutant gene pool. I think she’s about to….”

Wanda couldn’t help stifle a grin as a loud triple sigh of climax rang from Supergirl’s throat, and then the beginning of another before it was interrupted by an audible snap as Marge closed the scissor blades and Kara’s clitoral shaft below the cut point whipped back into the clitoral cavity, and the clitoris and clitoral shaft above the cut point began freefalling through air. “AAAEEEEEHHhhhh!” rang through the room followed by a very unladylike, “FUCK ME! THAT HURTS!” The Scarlet Witch managed to force a horrified look on her face as Kara bawled freely in agony and loss.

“Do you understand what your father wants, Wanda?” Doctor Doom asked softly as he roughly groped the Scarlet Witch’s breasts. “Do you understand the price for defying your father that you’ve already paid and are about to pay?”

“My father wants me to fight against justice!” Wanda Maximoff gasped softly in disgust as she was reminded of the agony still emanating from her loins. “He thinks I’ll see the light now that he has had you declit me…to avoid the threatened debreasting?”

“I have been assured that I will be allowed to force you to debreast yourself regardless of your decision regarding your father’s proposed renewed cooperation, Wanda,” Victor replied with obvious glee. “I do believe he will let me hang you, hopefully repeatedly hang you, as well. That said, Magneto doesn’t want your public cooperation. Should you survive the noose tournament, he will expect you to move from active status as an Avenger to reserved status. That way you can still help save the world from external threats if needed. Even we so-called villains cannot abide the end of the world.”

Victor von Doom chuckled as he continued with, “In addition to ending your interference in the more mundane activities of those you vigilantes deem villains, he also wants you to stop the humiliating flaunting of your body that attends your self-modeling of your lingerie line…but your soon-to-be breastless status should force that upon you anyhow. He encourages you to embrace your career as a castratrix, hoping that you’ll manage to provide your services to many of your supposed peers in the vigilante community. Ahhh, here comes another….”

Wanda nodded with teary eyes as she watched Doctor Sweeny force the thin ceramic tube into Supergirl’s newly created orifice and a loud, “EEEIIIIIIIIEEEEEEeeeeee!” rang through the room over a sizzling sound. As tears streamed down her face, mostly due watching her friend suffer, but partly due to the Latverian monarch’s declaration that she herself had additional pain and the threat of death ahead of her, Wanda hissed, “So that’s all my father wants his stooge and my new slave master to demand from me in exchange for my freedom, after my declitting and debreasting and impregnation, should I be the one girl in thirty-two to survive the noose tournament?”

“That’s is all Magneto demands of his daughter, yes, Scarlet Witch,” Doctor Doom acknowledged as they both watched Doctor Sweeny pull the hot metal from Supergirl’s smoking, vacated clitoral cavity. “To earn your freedom you’ll also have to submit to my single demand…the reason why I purchased you…although I also barter with your father. My demand is that you never ever return to the 41^st Century. My more temporally advanced self believes that you have arranged for enough of your friends to be made 41^st Century meat, and will risk no more pollution to his society caused by your presence in his time zone. Without breasts, you have no more reason to continue visiting your favorite debreasting club.”

“And if I don’t submit to my father’s wishes and your demand, I remain your slave until I escape?” Wanda asked softly as she watched Marge walk towards the brazier containing the branding irons. “I’ll escape eventually, you know!”

“If you are freed after the hanging tournament and do not accede to your father’s wishes, Wanda,” Doctor Doom replied matter-of-factly, “Magneto says he will give you the so-called mutant cure. The X-gene will be deleted from every cell in your body, and you will live out your life as a rather unremarkable flat scan.”

“If you defy ME, Scarlet Witch,” Doom growled threateningly, “your punishment will be the severest imaginable! If you visit the 41^st Century even one more time, I will recapture you and have my androids deliver you, the Invisible Woman, and, if she still lives, the Wasp to the me of the 41^st Century. I, or rather he, will then have his lackey, Bill Jennings, deliver the three of you to the first suitably large backyard barbecue party available. You’ll become 41^st Century meat, girl, and your stubbornness will see to it that your two best friends share that fate with you. If you fight against the opportunity, which hopefully will be made available to you in one month’s time, Scarlet Witch, and do not end your loyalties to the vigilante cause, you will, as I warned, be in a world of hurt. Have I made myself clear?”

“Very, Doctor Doom!” Wanda spat back softly as she watched Doctor Sweeny position a white-hot piece of S-shaped metal just behind the spread-eagled Supergirl’s right butt cheek, while Kara quaked in terror as she twisted her head to watch. “I’ll let you know whether I’m willing to comply with my father’s and your demands as soon as my freedom has been offered to me. GOD! That bastard Luthor is going to have Kara branded for no logical reason!”

After another scream of agony rang through the room and a bawling Kryptonian was left twisting and bucking in her bonds, Doom replied, “Luthor had a damned good reason for having Supergirl branded, Scarlet Witch. It caused her pain that she will never forget because she’ll wear the reminder of it on her own flesh. As Batgirl is still having her assets displayed to the bidders, Luthor will leave Supergirl hanging from the holder stand for several more minutes before he has her taken to a temporary holding cell. Would you like me to arrange for you to be taken to your own holding cell…a cell adjacent to your Kryptonian friend’s? Here, put your loin cloth back on!”

The Scarlet Witch briefly considered, as she quickly recovered her privates, asking to be allowed to remain and watch the rest of the heroines being sold and circumcised, before she realized Kara probably would be badly in need for someone to commiserate with. “Yes, Victor, I would be very grateful if you would have that done,” Wanda replied softly. “I presume the holding cells are in the back of the holding pen building?”

“Yes, where you and Supergirl will remain safely within a metahuman power suppression field until your respective master is ready to leave,” Victor von Doom replied matter-of-factly. Then he said just a little louder, “Mystique, I presume you have been eavesdropping?”

The blue-skinned mutant who stood just a few meters closer to the Sunni Circumcision Services booth twisted her head away from looking at Supergirl as she hung shivering in agony, and grinned sheepishly at Doctor Doom and nodded. Mystique quickly stepped over to join Victor and Wanda, as she chirped, “Sorry! I’m afraid I’ve been busted. I love your new makeup, Wanda.”

Doctor Doom roared with laughter as Wanda Maximoff blushed beet red while the blue-skinned mutant made a point of staring at her semen covered face. Then Victor asked, “I don’t suppose I could drag you away from your viewing entertainment to do me a favor?”

“Perhaps, if it doesn’t take too long, and I’m allowed to enjoy additional viewing entertainment in a day-and-a-half’s time,” Mystique chortled softly. “Word has it that Batgirl is one of those heroines who chose to preempt having a declitting forced upon her by the ‘bad guys’ by getting herself voluntarily clipped. I believe there is a necklace pendant with her autograph on it for sale at the ‘Secretly Scarlet’ line of clothing accessories and sex toys. I want to be back in time to watch Phoenix getting herself neutered against her will though,” the Brotherhood of Mutants member added as the Scarlet Witch nodded to Doctor Doom to verify Batgirl had been her clinic’s patient.

“Good!” Doctor Doom spat with obvious satisfaction as he stared at Mystique. “As for the additional viewing pleasure the day after tomorrow in Latveria, I’d love to have you join us to watch the Scarlet Witch and the Invisible Woman debreast themselves. As long as Magneto doesn’t mind your tagging along with him, I’m sure Wanda won’t object to entertaining one more set of eyes. Oh! I wouldn’t want my offer to be misunderstood, Mystique. Latverian laws will not be overlooked, and there will be a metahuman power suppression field in place, so you’ll not be able to disguise yourself as a male.”

“I see,” Mystique declared with obvious disappointment, “your misogynistic laws apply to even your allies, von Doom. If I am to visit Latveria, I’ll have to embrace my own circumcision! Hmmm! I’ll have to give that some thought. Maybe I should stay and make sure what I’ve heard about Batgirl is true, or at least watch and see if her new owner chooses to brand her.”

“My dear girl, I see no reason for you to get irked about it,” Victor von Doom chortled sarcastically. “Surely you know that I’m going to have your foster child clipped a short time from now. Having heard my discussion with Wanda in which I assured her that her new status as a neutered girl will, in a few decades, become the norm rather than the exception, I thought you might be willing to become a trendsetter in that regard.”

“Sorry, Doom, I like climaxing,” Mystique replied as she shrugged her shoulders. “As for Rogue, well, she left me for Xavier in an attempt to learn to control her mutant power mainly so that she could engage in romantic encounters, eventually including sex. If that betrayal ends with her getting herself declitted by the members of the side she betrayed, so be it. At least Magneto can work around her uncontrolled mutant ability to steal the powers, memories, and life force of anyone she touches and give me foster grandchildren. The more I think about it, as I have to be here anyhow, I think I’m going to enjoy Rogue’s comeuppance!”

“Hmmm, I do need that favor, Mystique,” Doctor Doom admitted softly as he watched the blue-skinned mutant metamorph grin again at the Scarlet Witch’s semen-coated face. “Perhaps I can provide you with additional remuneration for helping me out. Other than to watch superheroines getting themselves declitted, why are you here, Raven?”

“Some of us members of the Brotherhood have pooled our money together to buy one of these superheroine strumpets to use as a sex slave until the hanging tournament, and then as a noose slut in hopes of winning the $50 million prize,” Mystique replied matter-of-factly with a grin on her face. “Maybe we’ll get lucky and our $40,000 dollar un-pedigreed filly will out dance your twenty-five-million dollar thoroughbred. At any rate, I was the one chosen to come and do our bidding.”

“And who are you hoping to get for a paltry forty grand, Mystique?” Doctor Doom chided softly. “You’re not likely to be satisfied with what will be sold at that price, with respect to both her sexual skills and her air dancing ability.”

“Yes, I know,” Mystique growled grumpily. “I told the boys that. Frankly, the best we can hope for is one of the non-metahuman Heroine Academy graduates. I’m shooting for Red Devil!”

“Yes, I’m familiar with the girl,” Victor acknowledged with obvious derisiveness. “Pretty enough, although of that lot, I think I’d have gone with Captain U.S.A., who I consider a bit classier.”

“So do I, but they are selling the Patriots, the good Captain and her daughter, Patriot Girl, as a paired set!” Mystique grumbled softly. “They’ll go for at least a quarter-of-a-million bucks!”

“And if you did buy the pair, dear lady, would you have both mother and daughter clipped and then hanged?” von Doom asked with obvious interest.

“No, if that miracle occurred, I think I’d only clip one of them and then force her to watch the unclipped heroine dance for her life,” the blue-skinned shape changer replied with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Mystique,” Doctor Doom urged softly as he nodded to Supergirl, who Doctor Sweeny was beginning to release her from her shackles, “if you will escort the Scarlet Witch to a holding cell…a cell adjacent to the one Luthor is about to put the Kryptonian in…I’ll have Sebastian Shaw establish an unlimited line of credit for you with the expressed purpose of purchasing the Patriots. Then, once the purchase has been made, I’ll pay off the credit line. Additionally, if you think you can spare the time, I’ll command Wanda to perform cunnilingus on you after you get to her cell. Can I count on your help?”

“You bet, and do command!” Mystique replied with obvious enthusiasm as she grabbed the Scarlet Witch’s right elbow. “Let’s go, Wanda! We need to hurry. I’ll definitely take longer to get off than your circumciser did!”

“Do do your best for Mystique, Wanda, my slave,” Doctor Doom chortled after the retreating pair, who hurried away only a few steps behind Lex Luthor and Supergirl. “Don’t forget to borrow a neural inhibitor collar before you leave the auction hall, Raven. And do leave my ejaculate on the Scarlet Witch’s face.”

As Raven Darkholme grinned and nodded and then turned to say something to Wanda, Victor called out, “Oh, and Raven, it is your choice, but do take my advice and clip the mother and then make her watch her daughter hang. That will ensure they are the last mother-daughter pair of vigilantes to ever plague us. Besides, the good Captain is the one who got the thorough training in sex techniques at the Heroine Academy.”

Mystique grinned back to Doom again and nodded her understanding, before returning her attention back to Wanda Maximoff. “Wanda,” Raven began with a sheepish look on her face, “could you recommend a qualified competitor who might be available to provide an interesting clitoridectomy…preferable with the patient numbed against the pain…and within the next twenty-four hours? As I do mean interesting, I’d also like to know what declitting method I should ask for.”

“You’re going to get yourself neutered, Mystique?” Wanda Maximoff asked with obvious surprise. As Raven nodded, Wanda declared, “As I’m not available, I’d go with Sally Epstein in Seattle and ask for the Richards’ FGC clamp, better known as the clit clipper. If I were you, I wouldn’t get the lidocaine shot until after you get cut. You don’t want to cheat yourself out of a once and a lifetime experience! Why would you consider doing this now, and what’s the rush?”

“The why is, I’m pretty sure Victor is right and the day is coming when I, like every other female, can’t avoid getting myself clipped. As for why now, I really want to watch you and the Invisible Woman debreast yourselves!”

“I’m flattered…I think!”

“Well…the declitting would also be a shared experience that might make Rogue feel more charitable towards me.”

“That’s true…I guess. You’re taking a big step to show you care.”

“Not as big a step as you might think. As a metamorph, I should be able to morph my clitoral stump out through the empty clitoral cavity, change its shape and texture, and presumably, get it to function as a pleasure node that works just as well as my clitoris functions now. You’ll soon be demonstrating that current functionality of my pleasure node for yourself!”

“Yeah, I guess I will,” Wanda Maximoff acknowledged with more than a little consternation on her semen-covered face as she watched Luthor fit a sobbing Supergirl with a metahuman power blocking collar. “You know, getting my own pleasure node extirpated seems to have increased my popularity as an oral sex partner. Yes, I know! I’ll get used to it!”

“You most certainly will!” Mystique declared as she fitted the Scarlet Witch with her own neural inhibitor collar and then forced her out the auction hall door, putting a firm end to Wanda’s third, and presumably final, stint as merchandise being sold at a superheroine slave auction. The buxom Avenger did her best to smile as she contemplated the frightening life ahead of her as Doctor Doom’s sex slave.

Epilogue

Twelve days later, for the second night in a row, Wanda Maximoff growled softly in frustration as she finally gave up on three hours of rubbing the apex of her vulva and/or stirring into the depths of her vagina with her fingers in a vain attempt to bring herself to climax. Tears flowed out of Wanda’s eyes and down the side of her face as she realized she had been wrong about the advice she had given so many girls about to be neutered— a girl didn’t just simply adjust to life after circumcision. Wanda, at least at the moment, could not envision a long and happy life ahead of her after having the post-enslavement clitoridectomy performed on her, even if she survived the hanging tournament that would begin the day after tomorrow. The Scarlet Witch could not see one positive aspect of having gotten her clitoris clipped out of her!

Wanda’s declitting, and the debreasting she’d gotten ten days ago, were quite permanent too! The auburn-haired mutant/witch was quite certain of that. Victor von Doom had tricked herself and Susan quite maliciously. Following the debreastings, Victor had had a gypsy healer treat his slaves’ chest wounds. The old woman had provided them with a cream which, when rubbed on the circular breast stumps, had taken the pain away immediately. The cream had been mixed with water and injected into the two superheroine’s clitoral cavities to finally put an end to the agony emanating from the apexes of their vulvas as well.

Wanda and Sue had used the cream on their wounds several times a day after that, quite impressed with its effectiveness. The pain was gone, but, a few days later, after seeing how the wounds had quickly healed to become scars, both girls had realized the gypsy’s cream was magical in nature. As with all magical healing potions, the wounds had been healed in a manner which simulated an accelerated passage of time. In temporal terms, Wanda and Sue’s wounds were months, perhaps many months, old, and well beyond the capacity of the Chula nanogene tissue regeneration technology to deal with. Wanda would live out the rest of her life as a clitless and breastless girl!

So far, during the three times Doctor Doom had had intercourse with her after the cream had taken the pain away, Wanda had not managed a vaginal climax either. For heaven’s sake, Victor had engaged in coitus long enough to get her off if such were possible. The Scarlet Witch had to come to terms with the fact that her sex life was dead!

As tears streamed down her face, Wanda realized that she actually hoped for a quick death at the end of a rope, preferable early in the hanging contest. That the life within the Avenger’s womb, an embryo created at some point during her three-day-and-night stint in a Latverian brothel, would die with her was beyond her concern. The Scarlet Witch could not countenance a life without sexual satisfaction!

Doctor Doom frowned into the monitor screen while he watched the Scarlet Witch sobbing in silence after giving up on her diddling as she realized masturbation was no longer going to be an option to fulfill her carnal desires. Victor had broken Wanda Maximoff’s spirit, just as he had planned to do. The 41^st Century was surely safe from further interference from the meddling mutant/witch.

Victor von Doom chuckled as he contemplated his next move. In order to force the ex-villainess-cum-Avenger back onto the side of lawlessness, greed, and power mongering, he would have to play the role of her heroic rescuer—he would have to give the girl hope. When Doctor Doom whispered into her ear about the obvious, but foolishly overlooked, way to get around the Chula technology’s barrier on healing old wounds, Wanda Maximoff would battle valiantly to stay alive, not just for her sake, but for the benefit of her enslaved friends, and Victor von Doom would walk away with the $50 million dollar hanging tournament prize, and probably $10s of million dollars in side bets as well. Doctor Doom looked forward to watching the Scarlet Witch dance on air!

The End?

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