Part 22

The Deadly Menace of the Sewing Circle

By Skytower

An Avengers life, Tania mused, as the Quinjet raced down the East Coast at mach 4, is not a boring one. They had barely started the training session when an alert came in. Then had come a major bit of drama when Carol was told that she couldn’t come. She had finally backed down but Tania could almost feel her fury.

“Why would anyone want to rob a SHIELD archive,” Jan asked, “that only stores old OSI files from World War 2?”

“A lot of interesting things happened in World War 2 Jan,” Cap said from the pilots seat. “But I’m as curious as you are.”

“According to what I’m reading here the place is minimum security,” Jen said from one of the side seats. She was reading off of a computer screen. “The stuff is only there because they don’t have the budget to digitize it.”

“The place doesn’t even have a name,” Wanda said. “Just an ID designation.”

“We’re being called in for a minimum security break in?” Tania asked.

“Standard SHIELD S.O.P.” Beast said. “Any supervillain threat against a SHIELD facility triggers a call to the Avengers.”

“We’re here,” Cap called out and hit some switches on the control panel. “Ultra Woman, Wasp you do high level recon and let us know what we’re facing and where.”

Before Tania could even acknowledge the order the panel above her slid open and she was launched into the air.

He is a true warrior, Tania thought as she flew on past the quinjet and surveyed the area. And he thinks of me that way. This is where Carol would be. I won’t let her or him down.

The place looked like any other industrial park. One central two story building with a front entrance and loading dock surrounded by four smaller buildings and a parking garage. There was a battle going on between SHIELD agents and a man on the loading dock.

“Cap we’ve got a target on the loading dock of the main building,” Jan said. “One man, strong from the looks of him.”

“She’s mine,” Jen called as the quinjet landed.

“There seems to be no other activity,” Tania said.

“Wasp scout out the rest of the compound,” Cap said over the com. “Ultra Woman go through the building and see what’s going on inside.”

“Roger,” Jan said and streaked away.

“Roger,” Tania repeated and flew toward the front of the building.

The glass door in the front of the building was intact, but as Tania moved through the small lobby into the office section she could hear two women talking in Spanish. She moved through the office section into a large room filled with filing cabinets that were three feet taller than she was. Cautiously Tania moved from one isle to the next. Sound distorted and echoed in the room and it was impossible to see where they were. Finally she peered around a corner and saw two women going through a set of filing draws.

Tania didn’t recognize them. They were tall and slim with deeply tanned skin. They were matching clothes; wrap around long sleeve shirts and Capri pants with black shoes but the color schemes were opposite. The one closest to Tania who looked like she had swords at her belt was wearing silver with black lining while her counterpart was wearing black with silver lining. Both of them wore half masks that still allowed their long black hair to flow down their backs.

“Idiot filing system,” the woman with the swords said in Spanish.

“They are American’s,” her counter part said, “what do you expect.”

Tania was about to call Cap when she found herself lifted into the air.

“Sisters!” A voice from behind her called and Tania looked down to see a small slim man wearing a skintight black suit standing in the corridor. “The Avengers are here!”

“I’ll take her,” The woman with the swords said and pointed her arm at Tania. Needles from a nozzle on her wrist shot toward Tania.

I don’t think so, Tania thought and deflected the needles with her bracelets. She angled them so that the needles headed toward the small man. He dodged and Tania fell to the ground.

“Cap we have three foes in the building,” Tania said into her com unit. “One of them’s telekinetic and another can shoot needles.”

“Roger, we’ll be there in a moment.”

Later Tania would wonder how he could sound so calm because no more than a second after he said that the far wall of the room burst apart as a tall, broad man sailed through it followed by She-Hulk and Cap. Tania only paid a slight amount of attention to them though because the other woman had made a throwing gesture with her hands and a set of fine threads shot out and wrapped themselves around Tania’s legs just above her boots.

“Thimble secure the files we need,” The woman shouted in Spanish, “we’ll keep them busy.”

Tania grimaced in pain as the threads bit into her skin. At the same time the woman started to pull her down. Out of the corner of her eye Tania saw the big man trading blows with She-Hulk while Captain America battled with the woman who had shot needles. Wanda and Jan were nowhere to be seen.

Shifting her weight Tania shot into the woman with the threads before she could do anything about it. The woman fell back and Tania fell onto her because it was impossible to keep her balance with her legs tied together. Tania slammed her head into the other woman’s chin and then rolled off of her. Taking hold of the threads Tania pulled hard and snapped them. Before she could do anything else one of the file cabinet draws snapped open and hit her on the side of her head. Tania was stunned and fell back only to have another cabinet draw do the same.

“Thanks Thimble,” The woman shouted grabbing Tania from behind as she sat up, “now leave the job to Thread!”

From behind the woman wrapped threads around Tania’s throat and drew them tight. Still dazed from the blows to her head Tania at first clawed at her hands and then realized how useless that tactic was. She leaned back into the woman and brought her leg up over her head, hitting Thread in the face with her foot. She had to do it a few times before the woman grunted and fell back. Tania fell on top of her and clawed desperately at the threads around her throat.

Wanda had never felt this strange in a battle. She knew all of the moves that she had learned in a lifetime of fighting and she knew what the rest of the team would do based on all of the battles that they had fought together.

But it still felt strange.

Trying to shake off the feelings Wanda ran through the breach in the wall and took the battle in with one glance. She-Hulk was battling the big man, Cap was fighting a woman who was shooting needles at him, Tania was on the floor pulling something away from her throat with another foe behind her who looked stunned. There was no sign of the Wasp.

Wanda was about to go to Tania’s aid when a force grabbed her, lifted her up into the air and threw her across the room. She landed hard, her back hitting the open door of a filing cabinet. Stunned as she was Wanda dodged as another filing cabinet door opened and just missed her head. She looked around and saw a smallish man wearing a black skin suit with a silver sash around his waist. He was pointing at her and Wanda had battled enough telekinetics to know what was going on. She cast her hex sphere and threw it at the same time his power lifted her off of the floor. She dropped down again as he was surrounded by hurricane winds. Before Wanda could press her advantage She-Hulk flew past her and crashed into a wall and Wanda had to dodge chunks of concrete and plaster.

She heard the slim man say something in Spanish and Wanda again found herself flying through the air. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the Wasp sting the man and instead of flying she was falling. Wanda crashed into Captain America. They were picking themselves up when the woman who had been fighting Cap raised her arms toward them. Wanda gasped in pain as a dozen needles were shot into her body. The pain quickly turned to numbness and she blacked out.

Tania dodged as the woman threw another set of threads at her and lashed out with her foot. The blow caught the woman in the side and threw her across the room and into the wall. She fell to the floor and lay still. Looking around as she got up Tania dodged as the big man went sailing over her head. Jen was rushing toward him and past her when a shower of needles hit them both. There were too many needles to block with her bracelets. Tania felt a few moments of pain, and then numbness and then nothing as a malevolent sleep claimed her.

Part 23

The torture of Ultra Woman and the Scarlet Witch’s rape of Captain America

Wanda woke up slowly and painfully. Slowly the numbness in her body gave way to a pins and needles sensation as her nerves started to work again but then the pain of her position came through. She was lying on her stomach with her arms bound together and pulled back and up. Someone had taken her costume but left her bra and panties, leaving most of her skin to be chilled by the cold stone floor.

She opened her eyes and looked around, seeing the dungeon that she expected. Wanda had been in enough dungeons to recognize the damp chill in the air and hear nothing but skittering rats and other vermin. She was in a cell that was a perfect square perhaps ten feet in measurement. The dark rock that had been used to make the place had once been smooth but now hundreds of names and figures had been scratched into it. Wanda saw that the dates on some of the names went back as far as 1790. Light in the cell came from two candles set against either wall. Both candles were out of her reach.

Wanda stood up and wished that she could stretch but the chains that held her arms at the elbows and her wrist behind her back prevented that. They kept her wrists together and a longer chain was secured to a ring in the ceiling. The cold metal frame around her head prevented her from speaking. But strangely the collar around her neck didn’t feel like it usually did. Power cancelling collars were standard equipment these days since the plans had been stolen from Stark International and put on the internet. They were just expensive to make. But this one didn’t feel right. Wanda concentrated and felt her powers within her. But why?

A trap?

Wanda looked around the cell, determined to make no move until she was sure.

Tania awoke to a harsh light on her face. She blinked and turned away and after a moment it was moved. Turning away had been hard and Tania felt as if a weight were pushing her down. She looked around and saw that she was strapped down to a laboratory table. Around her were machines that filled the room with a quiet hum. On the far wall were a large monitor and a set of smaller monitors. The large one showed vital signs, the smaller one showed Tania herself. She was on a laboratory table, stripped completely nude save for her bracelets. Straps held her ankles, legs, arms and stomach and chest to the table. Tania tried her strength against them but she failed.

“You will not be able to break free Ultra Woman,” A heavy set man said, walking up to stand beside her. He was wearing a suit and a lab coat. His face was partially covered by a well tended red beard and mustache and his hair was cut short.

“Drugs?” Tania demanded still straining.

“Not yet,” He said. “I am Dr. Faustus and the table you are on simulates a far heavier gravity than Earth normal.

“What is this then?” Tania asked.

“An experiment,” Dr. Faustus said. He pulled over a chair and sat down. “As a scientist I am principally interested in the mind and your mind is unique. You were brought up as an amazon, in a society that held no men. I am curious as to how that affected your brain.”

Tania stiffened at his words and the way that they were spoken. This wasn’t malice or at least it wasn’t intentional malice. To Dr. Faustus there was no difference between her and a lab mouse. He sought knowledge and if Tania suffered in that pursuit he was willing to accept that.

“Of course I can’t tell much with just one subject,” Dr. Faustus said. “So I propose that you tell me the location of your home island and I will dispatch the Sewing Crew to acquire a few more specimens like yourself.”

“Is that what they were doing at the SHIELD facility?”

“No, they were gathering some research papers on adaptability that the German’s wrote in World War 2. I found a reference to the papers and since I knew that SHIELD would never release them I had them stolen.”

His tone was matter-of-fact and Tania realized just how little humanity there was in this man.

“I won’t tell you what you want to know.”

“Not voluntarily,” He admitted and for the first time she heard a bit of humanity in his voice, but what part of it she heard worried her. It was anticipation.

He reached over and pulled an IV stand closer to the table. On it he put an IV bag filled with a glowing green liquid.

“This is a drug of my own devising,” he said as he held the needle up in front of her face. “It will slowly seep into your brain and put your mind into a semi-hypnotic state. A state where you will not be awake, or asleep but one in which any thought that comes into your head will be spoken. Once the drug has taken affect I will ask you questions and it will be impossible for you to lie.”

Tania struggled against the straps but he plunged the needle into her arm and she winced in pain. Then he adjusted the IV wheel and she watched in horror as the green stuff flowed down the tube toward her arm.

“It will take an hour or two,” Dr. Faustus said as he started to attach electrodes to her forehead. “There may be a few side effects such as tenderness of the breasts, a bit of numbness in your legs and a sour taste in the mouth.”

Even with the heavy gravity Tania felt her hands curl into fists. The man’s manner suggested a friendly country doctor and not the monster he was. The idea of him finding her home was a nightmare. But as she watched the green liquid slowly flow toward her arm an infuriated Tania wondered if she could do anything about it.

“I will tell you nothing!” She ground out the words.

“I’m also told that it is painful,” Dr. Faustus said ignoring her protest.

Wanda concentrated and felt the metal in her chains rust. It only took a few minutes for it to crumble away and she stood free. Free but drained. Wanda fell to her knees and saw that her arms and legs were covered with small wounds. From the looks of it at least thirty of the needles must have hit her and they must have been drugged to leave her so weak. Rusting the chains away had been hard enough to nearly make her pass out.

After a few minutes Wanda got to her feet and crossed to the wooden door. A small barred window was set near the top and a smaller door was set in the bottom. Wanda looked through both of them and saw a corridor, but no guards. She listened for a while and didn’t hear anything except the hum of her collar. She thought of taking it off but decided against it. It wasn’t working and if she got it off the action might trigger an alarm.

Ok, Wanda thought putting her hands against the wood. She concentrated and once more the power flowed through her. Again it was tough but Wanda pushed and pushed until she fell to her knees. Still she pushed and at last the door shattered into splinters and she fell out into the corridor. For a while Wanda lay there gathering her strength. Then she got to her knees and stood up. There were three other doors in the corridor but the cells were empty. At the far end of the corridor was another door. She moved down the corridor as quietly as she could and tried to ignore how cold the floor was under her feet. She could have cast a spell to create another costume but that would use up power she might need later. Reaching the door she listed at it but there was no sound. Stepping back Wanda looked at it. The door was solid wood and it looked thicker than the other doors, the planks that composed it wider.

No choice, Wanda thought as she pressed her hands against the wood and concentrated.

Tania watched helplessly as the video monitor showed the progress of the green liquid. As it had entered her body the veins under her skin had glowed with its power. Now most of her chest was covered with crisscrossing lines of glowing green. They covered her breasts like a spider web and were starting to move up her neck and down toward her stomach. And there was pain. Not an agonizing amount but pain. It was the kind of pain that a splinter would bring. Tania was sweating heavily and her legs ached. Her mouth was starting to fill with the taste of sour milk and metal.

Through it all Dr. Faustus had sat and made notes on a computer pad. In an earlier age Tania guessed that he would have smoked a cigarette.

“Where are the other Avengers?” Tania demanded. She didn’t expect an answer but the silence was getting to her. “Are you doing this to them?”

“No,” Dr. Faustus said. “The She-Hulk and the Wasp are undergoing an experimental hypnotic treatment to block their powers. If it works Bobbin will own them.”

“Bobbin?”

“The larger of the Sewing Crew,” Dr. Faustus said. “She-Hulk and the Wasp combined to beat him and he bears a grudge. He also has a sadistic nature and loves nothing more than to beat someone weaker than himself. It will be interesting to see how they respond to the rape. Captain America is being played with by Needle and Thread and the Witch is in one of the dungeons until I finish with you.”

“You really have no morals do you?” Tania demanded.

“Morals are a societal invention,” Dr. Faustus replied with a wave of his hand. “One of those amusing concepts like good and evil that mankind has created to hold himself in check.”

“When I get free…”

“You never will,” Dr. Faustus said. He laid one hand on her breasts and Tania couldn’t help but give out a cry of pain.

“I have the power here,” He said and pressed down causing Tania to scream again. “I have the power,” He repeated. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

For a few moments Tania clamped her jaw shut. Then she realized that there was no choice.

“You do,” She managed to gasp out.

“I do what?” He demanded pinching her nipple.

“You have the power!” Tania growled out the words with every bit of anger she could.

Dr. Faustus sat back and smiled.

“Thank you,” He said. “I’ve found that anger makes the heart beat faster and facilitates the movement of the compound.”

Tania blinked in horror as she looked at the monitor and realized that the green substance had moved past her stomach and was partially into her face.

“Soon you’ll start to feel the affects on your brain,” he said conversationally. “You’ll feel a bit sleepy, but not tired.”

Tania didn’t say a word but she felt a solid lump of ice form in her stomach.

Wanda finished climbing the stairs and stopped to rest. The spiral staircase had seemed endless. By the time she’d reached the top Wanda had been practically crawling. Her legs were on fire and her feet hurt from the rough stone. She sat on the steps and peered cautiously down the corridor. It was lit by regularly spaced regular bulbs and it looked deserted. She stood up and advanced slowly. There were doors set on each side and at the far end another set of spiral stairs.

Wanda realized that her cell must have been at the lowest level of the dungeon. How many more levels there were she couldn’t guess. She went from door to door and peered inside of each cell. There was no sign of anyone. But then as she reached the mid-point Wanda heard music. Following the music to a cell door Wanda peered inside and her eyes widened in shock.

The first thing that she saw was Captain American’s shield. It hung on the wall next to his costume. As she looked around the room Wanda saw that it was part torture chamber and part party room. A large stereo blasted out the music, a disco ball hung from the ceiling and a fully stocked bar sat against the far wall. On the other walls were chains and whips and other bondage equipment. In the center of the room was a stand about four feet off of the floor. It was a torture wrack and the design was simple but effective. A short board about a foot wide was mounted on a large ball joint making it extremely maneuverable. From the ball joint a central column was mounted onto a hydraulic jack so that the board could be raised and lowered. Chains ran though through rings at the four corners of the board to wheels mounted at the base of the column.

Captain America lay on his back on the stand. The board was only long enough to support his upper back. Chains on his wrist and ankles pulled his arms and legs down the floor bending him back almost double. The angle of the chains also held his legs spread wide. The position was almost as if he was hogtied. A blindfold was on his head and they had clamped something to each nipple on his chest. Wanda couldn’t see much more than but but she could tell that he was naked. The board was level with the floor. Needle sat nude on top of him and bounced up and down. Wanda saw Thread walk over to the stand and step onto it. It got her high enough so that she could put her crotch over his face.

“Lamer!” Thread shouted drunkenly squeezing her legs together. She leaned into her twin sister and they kissed.

Wanda didn’t speak Spanish but she could guess what the word meant and her blood boiled. But what to do? Even through her anger Wanda knew that in her present condition she was no match for the two of them. She tried the door but it was locked.

Thread slipped off Steve’s face and exchanged a few words with her sister. Needle laughed and jumped off Steve as well. Wanda’s eyes went even wider as she saw that Steve was fully erect.

The twins got drinks from the bar and then went back over to their helpless captive. Needle poured her drink into Steve’s mouth and he spit out as much of it as he could. The women laughed and then whispered to each other. Thread bent over Steve and wrapped her mouth around his cock while her fingernails dug between his legs. Needle went over to the wall and took a cat-o-nine-tails from its hanger and then grabbed a bottle from the bar.

I’ve got to do something, Wanda thought but found herself paralyzed as Thread stood up and she saw Steve’s cock again.

Thread took the whip from her sister’s hands and started to lightly draw it across Steve’s stomach and chest. Her sister turned the bottle upside down and forced it into Steve’s mouth. Needle started to use the whip with force. Wanda winced as the slapping sound grew louder than the music. Most of the wine flowed onto the floor but the twin sisters didn’t care as they passed the whip back and forth between each other. When the bottle was empty Needle threw it away and then took the whip away from her sister. Thread shrugged and returned her attention to Steve’s manhood.

Wanda watched paralyzed with conflicting thoughts and emotions as Steve was whipped and given a blow job at the same time. A part of her could not get the sight of his erection from her mind and the overwhelming object of that part was to take his manhood into herself. Another part was disgusted by what she knew to be rape. Neither part could get enough control to make her move until Needle missed a stroke with her whip and fell drunkenly to the floor. She lay there passed out and Thread raised her head enough to laugh.

Enough! Wanda shouted to herself.

Wanda concentrated her power onto the metal lock and within seconds it rusted away. Then she pushed it open and charged into the room. Thread stood up as she saw Wanda and her drunken eyes had just enough focus to see the bottom of Wanda’s foot before it smashed into her face. She fell like a rock and Wanda saw that Needle was still out. Quickly she rushed over the wall and grabbed some bondage gear.

A few minutes later Wanda stood up. Needle and Thread were both bound with single gloves and hogtied. Bondage hoods would keep them silent and sightless when they woke up. Wanda started to reach for the keys she saw on the bar and then stopped. Now that her rage was satisfied the other part of her was taking over. The part that saw Captain America naked and helpless. The part that had orders from someplace that Wanda couldn’t remember.

Wanda walked over and placed her hand on his chest. They had attached jagged alligator clamps to his nipples and she carefully removed them. Steve was still out of it but he raised his head and made questioning noises. Wanda rubbed his nipples soothingly and he struggled against the chains.

He doesn’t know who I am, Wanda realized and in that instant whatever conscience she had was drowned out by a storm of lust.

She pulled her already wet panties down her legs and then leaned over him. She ran her hands over his chest and that part of her that heard his moans paid no attention. His chest was strong and broad and everything that she had ever dreamed of. She leaned over and put her ear over his heart, reveling in the strong beat. Her hand moved slowly and smoothly down his firm stomach until it came to his manhood. Wanda gasped as she took hold if it. It was large, firm… heavy and pulsing. She let her fingers travel up and down the shaft and laid one finger onto the tip. It was wet and when she tasted it Wanda tasted everything good that she had ever tasted in her life.

There was no hesitation now, now resistance to her lust. She kissed her way down his chest and stomach until her mouth reached the erection. Then she let her tongue trace the path that her fingers had blazed and when she took him into her Wanda felt him respond. His manhood pulsed within her mouth and she tasted him and her mind soared at the ecstasy of that taste. There was no wine or drink short of the fabled ambrosia of the gods that could ever equal that taste.

But Wanda pulled away before he could release. She heard his moan of frustration but ignored it. She traveled upward again, letting her tongue taste him again and took one of his nipples into her mouth. Her teeth bit and pulled, not harshly but firmly.

I will decide the bite seemed to say. You are here only for me and will be obedient.

Steve was moaning and pulling at his bonds and Wanda smiled at his helplessness. This was a bliss she had dreamed off so often and now it was here. Only a small part of her wished that they were in Avengers mansion and that he had volunteered to do this. But he would do it no matter what.

She climbed on top of him and eased her body onto his erection. Slowly she settled down and squeezed. Then she rose up and then settled down again. Wanda rose up and down, digging her fingers into his chest and they both knew that she was completely in charge. She set the rhythm and he strove to match it, his body ignoring his mind as millions of years of instinct took over.

Wanda bounced up and down and when she finally felt him climax matched it with a silent scream of triumph before collapsing onto his chest.

Please let this be forever, Wanda begged who ever was listening as the passion faded from her body. But it wasn’t to be and as her euphoria faded it was replaced by horror at what she had done. Wanda fell off of Steve and onto the floor, crumpling into a shivering heap as her mind wrestled with her guilt.

Part 24

Three way battle

Tania didn’t realize it but she had a secret ally in her battle. Dr. Faustus had been correct. There was no way she could have avoided telling the truth to any of his questions. She might have delayed him by speaking the first thought that came to mind, but sooner or later he would ask the question and she would think of the right answer the way someone looking at a clock would instantly know the time. His drug snuck under her iron will and there was nothing Tania could have done against it.

But the shadow tech in her brain with its artificial intelligence had an advantage. Tania’s human brain had been developed over millions of years and through evolution had learned to cope and survive almost anything nature could throw at it. Like the human body the human brain had learned through long trial and error that situation A could be handled by action A.

But none of her ancestors had ever encountered the liquid that flowed into her body like sewage into a drain. Like a deer caught in the headlights of a car she was helpless. The deer knew to run from the wolf because his ancestors had learned to run from the wolf. But the deer’s ancestors had never encountered a car.

The A.I. though had been designed to handle this. From the first Tina had realized that if the slave girl was discovered then interrogation would follow, perhaps chemically enhanced interrogation. So as Dr. Faustus’s potion seeped into Tania’s brain it was detected by the A.I. and counter measures were put into play.

Tania herself didn’t realize this. She only felt herself slipping into the promised semi-conscious state and tried with every bit of heart and soul that she possessed to stop it. On the monitor screen she saw her own body covered with irregular green lines as the chemical compound in her body went where ever her blood went. Try as she might Tania could not keep her mind from wandering, from drifting away from her peril. She slipped into the hypnotic state without even realizing it.

“That should be time enough,” Dr. Faustus said. “What is the location of your home island?”

“Second star on the left, straight on till morning,” Tania replied as the A.I. switched the response from her first thought to a random though related thought.

“What is the location of your home island?” Dr. Faustus asked again.

“Somewhere over the rainbow…” Tania sang.

Dr. Faustus frowned and checked his readings.

“What is the location of your home island?”

“Click your heels three times…” Tania replied.

The frown deepened and there was a trace of irritation in his next question.

“Approximately how many amazons live on your home island?”

“As many as can fit on the head of a pin,” Tania said.

With a grunt of irritation Dr. Faustus turned back to his instruments while in her semi-conscious state Tania felt confused. Those had not been her thoughts, not really. For each question he had asked Tania had recalled the answer from her memory and would have spoken it. But somehow she hadn’t.

“You must tell the truth,” Dr. Faustus said turning back to her.

“The truth will set me free,” Tania replied.

He reached over and turned the wheel on the IV bag. Tania groaned as more of the wretched stuff flowed into her. Within her brain the A.I. detected the increase and brought a second counter measure into play.

“What is the location of you home island?”

“One, zero, one, one, one, zero, zero, zero.” Tania said and kept saying the two numbers as the A.I. translated her thoughts into a binary code. If the Dr. had recorded the numbers and decoded them he would have gotten the answer.

“Impossible!” Dr. Faustus said, interrupting her. “No human brain can resist this drug!” He stabbed a communicator button on his computer screen.

“Porfiro!”

There was a pause and then someone answered him in Spanish. Tania was confused and then realized that she was not wearing her tiara. One of the lesser known powers of her tiara was that it translated languages for her. For a few minutes Dr. Faustus and the man on the other end argued and then the Dr. turned back to her.

“What is in there?” Dr. Faustus demanded tapping her head with his fingers.

“Infinity,” Tania answered as the A.I. started to re-evaluate the situation. The machines programming was basic, it’s ability to reason outside of certain parameters non-existent. As far as it could tell the host body was not in any danger. So long as it could keep defeating the questioning no other action was required.

Tania struggled to think through the dream-like haze of the drug. Somehow she was beating it, but how? Tania had been in this sort of situation before. She’d been subjected to various truth serums in her career as Ultra Woman and despite her best efforts she’d never been able to do more than delay the affects of any of those drugs. There was something different about this drug though, there had to be since Tania knew that there was nothing different about her.

The door to the lab burst open and even in her drugged state Tania stared at the newcomer in shock. She was sure that he was Thimble, but he was wearing her costume! And a blonde wig?

“What do you want?” He asked in English.

“The drug is not working,” Dr. Faustus said.

“Impossible,” Thimble said going over to the computer screens.

“Do not let his appearance fool you,” Dr. Faustus said to Tania. “Despite his absurd fetish Porfiro is a very accomplished scientist. It was his genius that transformed his sisters and his brothers into the Sewing Circle.”

“There is nothing abnormal in her brain,” Porfiro said coming over to the table and looking down at Tania.

It was like some strange nightmare. The man bending over Tania in her Ultra Woman costume while Tania lay naked and helpless on the table.

“Ask her a question,” Dr. Faustus said.

“What is your name?”

“Ultra Woman,” Tania said as the A.I. jumped her response from her true name to her title.

“You’re true name!” Porfiro said, slapping her face.

“Tania,” Tania replied as the A.I. was distracted by the pain from the blow.

“Where is you home?” Porfiro asked.

“Earth,” Tania replied.

“Where is your home?” Porfiro shouted slapping her again.

“One, zero, zero, one…” Tania began but he slapped her again.

“You’re right, she’s resisting,” Porfiro said to Dr. Faustus. He looked at the monitors again and then at Tania. But the brain scan shows no unusual structures. He peered into Tania’s eye and then pulled back. “I think a little exploratory brain surgery should tell us why though.”

“I’d rather have more Amazonian specimens before we kill this one,” Dr. Faustus said.

“I won’t hurt anything vital,” Porfiro said putting his hand on Tania’s head. “Turn off the grav plate, I want to look at the other side of her head.”

Tania felt a lurch as the grav plate was turned off and she was free to move again, but she was too far under the drugs influence to think of moving. She lay limp as Porfiro turned her head to one side and then the other.

“There is no deformaties in the head,” Porfiro said. “I think just cutting a few holes and going in might reveal what we need to know. At the very least we can implant one of your emotional control prototypes.”

There was a lust in his voice that sickened Tania even through her drug induced haze. This man loved nothing more than to cut into the human body.

“Yes, it would be good to test them,” Dr. Faustus said. He pulled the IV needle out of Tania’s arm. We’ll have to wait until the drug leaves her system.”

“Leave her till tomorrow,” Porfiro said. “My sisters are busy with Captain America and I want try the Scarlet Witch’s costume. I’ll leave a note for them to prep her.” He reached over and fingered Tania’s hair. “When we shave her remind me to keep the hair. It will make a fine wig.”

“This will keep her unconscious,” Dr. Faustus said putting a gas mask over Tania’s face. She was too far gone to resist him and the laboratory faded away as sleep claimed her.

Wanda made her way slowly down the corridor and struggled with thoughts so dark she could barely stay sane. She had done it. She had raped Captain America. He would never know. Wanda had unlocked his chains and gathering her panties had fled the room before he recovered enough to take the blindfold off. He would recover and get dressed and they could meet later and she could pretend…

Pretend to him, Wanda thought. But to myself? First Johnny and now Steve? What sort of woman am I? But goddess the sex felt so good! Those kinds of men never would have given me a second glance back when…

When what?

Wanda stopped at an intersection in the corridor and pressed her back against the stone. What was she thinking? Wanda had been a natural beauty all of her life. Even before she had developed the figure that caused her brother many a sleepless night she was pretty. Why was she thinking that men didn’t pay attention to her?

A sound interrupted her thoughts and Wanda ducked down and got ready. Two men walked by the intersection. One of them was Dr. Faustus. The other was a smallish man wearing an Ultra Woman costume.

“As long as you’ve dragged me away from myself we might as well see how She-Hulk and the Wasp are doing against you’re mind numbing machine,” The man in the Ultra Woman costume said.

“I don’t understand why you insist on wearing Ultra Woman’s costume,” Dr. Faustus replied.

They passed by and Wanda made an instant decision to follow them. If they were going toward She-Hulk then she might be able to free her.

But I’m not going to have sex with her, Wanda told herself and deep down she wasn’t sure if that self restraint would hold.

Wanda peered through the small glass window in the door and surveyed the scene. Jan and Jen were both strapped to tables, both nude. Each of them had a gas mask over their mouths and nose and above them out of Wanda’s line of sight a giant monitor screen glowed. Wanda couldn’t see what was on it but the colors it generated were hypnotic. Electrodes were stuck all over Jen’s and Jan’s bodies and both of their expressions were tense but tired. They were loosing the fight and Wanda knew from her own experiences what it felt like. It was a slow slipping away of self, of being concerned about the present. And behind it all a silent horror that you knew it was happening, that you were surrendering yourself to a malevolent force but that you couldn’t resist.

Dr. Faustus, Porforio and Bobbin stood next to some monitors and talked silently. Slowly Wanda backed away from the door. Too many to take especially since she wasn’t sure about her own powers. She moved quickly and quietly down the corridor, looking in every door. At last she got lucky and saw Tania lying on her own lab table. Wanda went into the lab and went over to her. She pulled the gas mask off of Tania’s face. Once Tania woke up they’d find Captain America and then…

“God I’m not even sure that I can face him,” Wanda said to herself.

“Wanda,” Cap whispered from the doorway.

Wanda whirled around and after a moment smothered her emotions. He was here, he needed her and no one would ever know. Everything would be all right.

You will know, a voice from deep within her said.

Tania moaned and Wanda turned to her, pushing the voice away.

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