Part 32

Ultrawomen and the golden lasso

By Skytower

Tania watched the sunset from her room in the mansion and idly fingered the golden rope in her hand. Wanda had packed and Hank was using a quinjet to take her someplace in Massachusetts. Tania had felt like an outsider while the arrangements were being made. She loved Wanda as a sister but the words her friend had used had shocked Tania as much as they had anyone else.

What changed in you sister, Tania wondered. She’d known Wanda for years and they’d been through many adventures together. She’d never thought Wanda would do this sort of thing.

But then she didn’t know why Athena or Tiffany weren’t answering her calls, or why Captain America seemed so stiff since they had gotten back from South America. Or why there were times she seemed to have… not gaps in her memory but times when she felt disconnected from herself.

A knock on the door interrupted her reverie.

“Come in,” She said and Carol and Steve walked into the room. Tania smiled to herself, she had expect Carol at least but she knew why Steve was there.

“Wanda’s gone,” Steve said and Tania nodded. “I don’t know what happened to her, but I hope she’ll be alright. Agatha Harkness is the witch who trained Wanda in magic beyond her natural mutant ability, if anyone can help her she can.”

“I hope it works out for her.”

“We need to talk about something else though,” Steven said.

“You’re curious about this.” Tania said holding up the golden rope.

“Avengers respect each others privacy,” Steve said. “But we also don’t hold back from each other. I don’t want to pry…”

“I do,” Carol said interrupting him. “We’ve heard of you but we’ve never heard of that rope. I’d like to know who that girl was too.”

There was a spark of jealousy in her voice and Tania welcomed it. She and Carol were moving progressively closer toward something very beautiful.

“If I were to bind you with this rope,” Tania said, “and ask you what you had for dinner on a Tuesday in May five years ago, you’d have to tell me. If I commanded you never to have that food again you’d have to obey me.” Tania twirled the rope into a lasso. Then she held it up so that the loop framed Carol’s face. “If I were to bind you with this Carol and commanded you to go down on your hands and knees and bark like a dog, you’d have to obey.”

Tania tossed the lasso to Steve.

“Steve, if you were to bind me with that lasso and order me to tell you every weakness I have, I’d have to tell you. My weakness –every amazon’s curse- is that once we experience a sexual orgasm our powers leave us for seven hours. If you were to tie me up with that lasso and order me to have a sexual climax I would. If you commanded me to strip nude and crawl to you and beg, beg you to let me pleasure you I would have to.”

Steve walked over and handed the lasso back to her.

“I’m the fifth Ultrawoman that has come to man’s world,” Tania said taking the lasso with a smile. She knew he’d give it back. “The first woman was killed and it wasn’t until later that we found out how she was killed. She used this lasso freely and it wasn’t long before some villain used it on her. She was made to reveal all of the weaknesses of an amazon. Since then those villains who’ve known of the lasso have always used it against us. It’s been lost for years and passed from villain to villain to Ultrawoman back to a villain… I captured it from one of Doc Droids men and in the beginning I was careless with it too.” Tania frowned at the memory. “Until the Wraith Lord mystically cast me into the dark elf city of Menzoberazon. I used the lasso to force a drow queen to send me home, but she had guards and even in that place they know how to make chloroform.”

Tania winced at the word and the memory.

She gave me to one of her daughters to break. We’ve all been in dungeons so I won’t bother with the details of my torments. Her name was Aly and she knew what she was doing. I was tortured in many ways. While Aly was doing her best to break my spirit her mother used the lasso to wreak havoc on her enemies. But Aly didn’t have the spirit of evil that most drow have. She hated her people and their way of life and was intrigued by the kind of life I led. She didn’t believe my tales of honor, principle and sacrifice at first, but she was curious and used the lasso on me and knew I was speaking the truth.”

Tania smiled remembering the look on the young drow’s face when she realized that there was more to the world than what she had been taught. Different ways of living that didn’t involve cruelty and deceit.

“She helped me escape and her mother pursued us. We were months in the Underdark and then the surface world. During that time I saw her blossom and grow like a dark rose in the moonlight. She learned how to be a good woman and I was surprised to find a core of kindness in her. Even though we were on the run and constantly hunted those were good times, perhaps the best in her life.”

“What happened?” Steve asked when Tania had paused a bit too long.

“We made it too the portal,” Tania said trying and failing to bury the pain of the memory. “Almost through the portal. But Aly’s mother shot her in the back with a poisoned arrow. She stumbled through the portal near death but had enough power to cast one more spell.”

Tania stood up and held up the lasso.

“Aly Afae,” Tania said.

The drow appeared, smiled at her, took the lasso and vanished with it.

“Aly isn’t dead or alive,” Tania said turning to them. “She fused her own spirit with the lasso and it holds her in limbo. Her spirit can’t move on and her body is dead so she can’t really come back to the world of the living. So when I call her she enters this world long enough to take the lasso back or give it to me. It was her last act of thanks to me.”

“That’s one hell of a last act,” Carol said.

“She knew what the lasso cost me and the former Ultrawomen,” Tania said. “I think she might have been inspired by my tales of heroism too. When I call her Aly knows if I am being controlled some by some villain so she won’t come. If I fall in battle she snatches the lasso back into limbo before it can be grabbed.”

Tania sat down again.

“It hasn’t always worked,” She said. “A few times a villain has grabbed the lasso from me before I was knocked out. But it has helped.”

“But you don’t use it that often,” Steve said.

“It’s not your shield Steve,” Tania said. “Even Thor couldn’t break free if I tied him with the golden lasso. When I was in the drow dungeons and Aly was torturing me, dragging out of me every battle I’d ever been in and every defeat and humiliation I’d ever suffered… I realized just how careless I’d been with the lasso. So since then I’ve used it sparingly and often pretended that it was either a myth or lost. When pressed I’ve also told villains that I loose my power for ten hours after an orgasm, not seven. We amazons are an honest race but I’ve learned the value of deception.”

“Thank you,” Steve said after they were all silent for a few minutes. “This won’t be talked about again unless we need too.”

Tania nodded and he left.

“Why didn’t you use the lasso on me?” Carol asked. “When I wasn’t sure?”

“I never thought of using it on you,” Tania said. “I never thought you were being controlled. I had faith that your feelings were true.” And hope, Tania added silently admitting to herself that she hadn’t wanted that hope to be crushed. She knew that she felt true love for Carol and she felt that Carol was beginning to feel the same way about her. The idea that it was false on Carol’s part wasn’t one she was ready to face.

Or at least that’s what I told myself, Tania thought.

“Are you mad that I didn’t?” She asked.

“I’m not sure,” Carol said and left the room. “I have to think,” She said as she closed the door behind her.

Tania sighed and returned her attention to the window but the sun had set and only the lights of the city greeted her eyes. Was Carol mad? Should she be?

Tania sat and grappled with the questions.

Part 33

Viewed from afar

Tina had always found Shadow Web’s laugh disgusting. The creatures laugh sounded like a bad mike connection in a cheap bars karaoke night. But she was hearing it now and more frustrating than the laugh was the fact that everyone was ignoring the danger.

But Tina had to admit that the image on the monitor screen was funny. The CNN feed had blurred out the R-rated anatomical details but that was all. Ultrawoman stood between a near naked Scarlet Witch and a beat up Sue Richards and was barely keeping them apart.

“There has been no comment from either the Avengers or the Fantastic Four,” Wolf Blitzer said as the image shifted to standard pictures of Wanda and Sue. “But we know that the Scarlet Witch has left Avengers Mansion and that her where-abouts are un-known.”

“You’re scheme has proven very enjoyable,” U1trawoman said. She was sitting to Tina’s right and Mystique and Destiny were sitting to her left. Shadow Web and Modok were on the other side of the table.

“This could be a problem,” Tina said raising her voice to be heard. Shadow Web stopped laughing and they all looked at her. “I know it’s funny,” Tina went on, “and seeing Scarlet’s boobs bounce around on national tv is popcorn worthy, but think about it.”

Tina looked around the table but only got blank looks.

“This further splits the superheroes,” Modok said. “That serves us.”

“But it puts a target on the Scarlet Witch,” Tina said. “The Avengers are trying to figure out what’s going on, they know someone’s framing Ms. Marvel. Having a member suddenly act out of character is going to point them at her. If they find out she’s a fake they could possibly find out where her bionics came from.”

“We stole those bionics from Latveria,” Modok said.

“We don’t want to tick of Dr. Doom!” Tina almost pleaded.

“We will have to deal with him eventually,” Shadow Web said.

Tina forced her anger down. The woman’s tone sounded as if she were planning to bring an umbrella in case it rained.

“Doom is not to be under estimated,” Mystique warned.

“No he is not,” U1trawoman agreed.

“Are you saying that he could beat you?” Shadow Web demanded.

“I’m saying he’s dangerous,” U1trawoman said.

“My point is that we should move to make sure we don’t have to deal with him until we’re ready,” Tina said.

“We do not have to worry about the Scarlet Witch,” Destiny said suddenly and in a tone of voice that made Tina shiver. “The help she is looking for isn’t available and without it the instincts that we have programmed into her will take over.”

“What do you mean?” Tina asked, careful to keep her tone respectful.

“I see the Scarlet Witch following her orders,” Destiny said still in that odd tone. “Only vaguely do I see a time line where she becomes a problem for us.”

“Will she be back in the city?” Tina asked.

“I can’t tell,” Destiny said and she suddenly sounded tired.

“We’ll keep an eye out for her,” Modok said. “If she re-enters the city we shall know about it.”

“What about the Invisible Woman?” Mystique asked.

“I don’t think we have to do anything about her,” Tina said. “In fact thanks to Destiny I don’t think we have to do anything until before the trial starts. We know where White Owl and Crimson are, the relationship between Ultrawoman and Ms. Marvel is growing, I’ve already primed the surveillance team. All we really have to do is wait and watch.”

“I agree,” U1trawoman said. “Though Dark Star would like another battle with the Thing.”

“Dangerous,” Modok said. “After the last attack my spies report that Reed Richards has started to focus some of his energies on your group.”

“What have they reported?” U1trawoman demanded.

“So far only that his research is focused on your battles over the years,” Modok said. “We shall notify you if anything comes from his research.”

“Is that all?”

“His team has started to run battle simulations against your group,” Modok said.

“See that you do,” U1trawoman said.

“She suspects,” Mystique said later. She, Destiny and Tina were in the lab where the Scarlet Witch was still in her cage. Tina had decided to run tests to see if any mental feedback would give them some clues as to when their copy would return to the city.

“She’d be crazy not to,” Tina said studying the readings. The body language between Modok and U1trawoman had been too obvious not to notice. “But Richards hasn’t found out that gold is her weakness.”

“Modok has,” Mystique said. “He’s planning something against her.”

“Modok would betray us if he needed too,” Destiny said.

“Do you see him doing that?” Tina asked.

“No, but I can see him and Shadow Web betraying U1trawoman,” Destiny said, “And if they succeed I can see pain for us all.”

“Do we tell her?” Tina asked.

“If we do every timeline I gaze into features our death,” Destiny said.

“We’ll have to wait and be ready,” Mystique said. “Trust no one but each other.”

But can I trust you two?

She didn’t speak the thought aloud but Tina knew that even as she nodded in agreement with them that the thought was going through their minds as well as hers. Mystique and Destiny were lovers they did trust each other. Tina though…

I’m still odd girl out, she thought.

Part 33

The Scarlet Witch’s reign of Terror Begins

Wanda watched the fight with an interest that was far from usual. She’d seen Spiderman fight before but she’d never taken the time to appreciate his style. He was quick, fluid and underneath the near skin-tight costume Scarlet could tell that he had a very lithe body. She watched from the rooftop as he took care of the street gang and then waved to him. He leapt from building to building and joined her in three bounds.

“Hey Witchy what’s up?” He asked in the same smart aleck tone that he used on everyone from supervillain to superhero.

“I was just wondering if you had heard anything about Le Joueur?” Wanda asked.

“Nope,” He shook his head. “With U1trawoman in her corner no ones bragging about it anyway.”

“What’s that?” Wanda asked casually pointing over his shoulder.

“What?” Spiderman asked.

Wanda moved quickly. From under her cape she produced a whip and it flashed out and pinned his arms to his sides. In the same motion with her other hand she pulled the chloroform soaked cloth out of a pocket of her cape and clamped it over his face.

A supervillain would never have been able to catch him by surprise. Wanda knew that his spider sense –the strange instinct that warned him of danger- would put him on guard. But Wanda was a friend and as long as she acted friendly he wouldn’t suspect.

Or so she had hoped and as Wanda saw Spiderman sag to his knees she felt a tremendous feeling of power. It was good to be the one who only vaguely smelled the chloroform instead of the one who smelled only the chloroform. She knew exactly what he was going through as Spiderman fell to the roof top still struggling weakly.

A part of her was horrified. Beyond horrified. But that part was safely powerless in Wanda’s mind now. That part had been in control when Hank had taken her to Agatha’s house. He’d left and she’d found it empty. In the moment that Wanda had felt despair that her old mistress wasn’t there to help her Wanda’s thoughts had changed. Her conscience was shoved aside as one thought over road it. One memory of the glorious feeling of Captain America inside her. So what if Mr. Fantastic had been a dud? There were others and now she was free to seek them out. No more seductions. It was time to dish out what she’d been getting from men all her life. Though Wanda didn’t realize it what Tina had feared would happen had happen. There was a tiny bit of the AIM agent left in the brain that the copy of Wanda’s mind had been downloaded into. A tiny spark of the woman whose life had been filled with disappointment, betrayal and pain. That part had been nothing but an ember until a life long fantasy had come to pass and she had made love to a helpless Captain America. Now that part had started to flame with a long subdued lust to dominate heroes.

Consumed with this new lust Wanda had come back to New York. Her other self had worked for more than AIM in her life and in the fragments of memory that still clung stubbornly to the brain she remembered 4592 Deering Ave. A former hideout of the Goth Queen and her gang and that the AIM agent had been a member of the gang once.

“Now its my turn,” Wanda thought as she carried Spiderman into the hideout and dropped him onto the bed. He moaned and she pressed the chloroform pad against his face again until the moaning stopped. Then she sat back and panted a bit. He was heavier than she’d thought he’d be. The hideout was in the basement of an empty storefront. The gang had into an old subway tunnel and it was three rooms of gothic S&M bliss. It had everything a supervillain hideout needed and that included bondage equipment that could hold superheroes.

Wanda pulled his boots off first, then she rolled the skin-tight pants down his legs. His underwear came next and she smiled. Then frowned. Then smiled again.

Wanda sat down the bed gazing at the half nude hero. Then she slipped off her own cape and suit and pulled her body stocking down to her waist. She lay back on the bed and stared at her image in the mirror mounted in the ceiling.

“These,” Wanda said, cupping her own breasts. “I could never figure out why everyone wanted to see these, touch these…”

Now you know, that other part of her said as it turned her head to look at Spiderman’s exposed penis.

“I always knew,” Wanda said turning her head away.

“You never knew,” Wanda heard her voice said and found her head turning back. “You never really knew but you know now. You understand now. This is something personal to him. Something no one was ever meant to see without his permission. You have the power now.”

Wanda rolled over and sat up. Then she pulled off his gloves and pulled his shirt over his head. She did understand. It wasn’t the sex or the beauty of the person, it was the taking of power from them and holding it. It was the knowledge that even if they defeated you they could never truly get back everything that they had lost. The sight of Wanda’s breasts would live in memory; the memory of forcing her to submit would stay with the one who had defeated her for the rest of their lives. The knowledge that –if only for a short time- they had won. For those people winning was everything.

Wanda gazed at the nearly naked Spiderman and felt the pleasure that she had never understood before. She’d been careful to leave his mask on and she giggled at how silly he looked. Then she shed the rest of her clothes and lay beside him, looking at them both in the mirror.

“I have the power now,” She said smiling. “Now he’s going to pay!”

Wanda lifted Spiderman’s mask up far enough to put a gas mask over his mouth and nose and then tied a blindfold around his head. She turned on the gas and then used chains to bind his limbs to the bed. By the time she was done he was moaning, trying to come fully awake.

Wanda got up and went over to a table that was covered with glasses and beakers and a small pot. She poured the contents of the pot into a glass and then carried it over to the bed. Spiderman was jerking and pulling weakly at his chains and the sight aroused her. She held his head with one hand and poured the potion into is mouth with the other. He was too weak to resist swallowing and Wanda went over to a stereo and turned it on. A low, pulsing music filled the room and after a few minutes Spiderman’s moans took on a new tenor.

She got onto the bed and started to stroke his chest, grabbing the hair and pulling it in time to the music. His cock swelled and Wanda teased it with her fingernails. She knew from her own experience that he was trying to get his mind to work, trying to fight through the haze of the drug. Trying not to be aroused. Trying and failing.

Wanda kissed his chest and then bit hard at his nipples, enjoying his pain. In her mind the spark roared into a full flame and with that flame came a name.

Wendy.

Wendy who had also been abused by men. Who in fact had been abused by every man in her life. Who had been so abused for so long that her own sense of self worth didn’t exist. Wendy hadn’t cared whether she lived or died when she joined AIM. Even after she joined and realized that she’d never go beyond agent level. She’d always be a foot soldier. She had always dreamed of power and never had any and never would. So when Tina called for volunteers Wendy had signed up. Nothing mattered anyway.

But now she had it and a lifetime of suppressed anger merged with that part of Wanda that hated the men who had done this sort of thing to her.

They mounted Spiderman, riding him as he thrust up and down and pounding on his chest with a fury that only misplaced anger could bring. They dug their nails into his skin until it bled. They kissed him and bit his lip, all the while enjoying his involuntary pumping. Then they screamed in passion as the climax came and she fell on top of him.

After a moment Wanda rolled off the spent hero and lay panting. She’d enjoyed that. Wendy had enjoyed it more and the woman’s mind had grown enough to absorb and understand the copy of Wanda’s mind. Wendy didn’t know yet exactly who she was or what was going on, but she knew that somehow, in someway she had power. Fantastic, glorious power!

She sat up and looked at the helpless man. She’d been that way more than once. So had Wanda and Wendy rolled her hand around Spiderman’s now-deflated manhood. A smile came to her face as she let her hand drift down to her own nether regions. She had a well trimmed bush there but there had been supervillains who had shaved her.

“Payback!” Wanda/Wendy hissed as they put a pair of nipple clamps onto Spiderman’s chest and then went to find a razor. Wendy also eyed the whips that hung on the wall.

Later they sat and giggled. A woman with a shaved pubic region could still look beautiful. A Grecian sculpture. But a man with his pubic area shaved just looked silly. He’d known what they were doing too, but he’d been powerless to stop them. It had been so much fun seeing him struggle weakly that they hadn’t stopped and had shaved his legs and chest too.

“Powerless,” Wanda whispered savoring the word like she’d never savored any word. She got up and sauntered over to him. Wanda was still nude but he was still blindfolded. The sight of her beauty was hers to give or keep to herself.

She got onto the bed and toyed with the bald penis. Then she took one of the nipple clamps off his chest and attached it to the crown of his manhood. Spiderman moaned and jerked but the drug was still keeping him down. Wanda started to massage him again and despite the clamp she saw his erection grow. She kept it up until he was hard and then took the nipple clamp off of the crown and attached it to the bottom of his sack. Then she mounted him again. Spiderman writhed and squirmed under her but Wanda clenched and un-clenched until he climaxed. After a moment she rolled off of him and took the clamp off.

This time he was probably spent. And it was nearly daylight and Wanda knew from her own experiences that it was dangerous to keep heroes captive indefinitely. She reached over and picked up the chloroform pad from the floor. Then she pulled the gas mask off of his face and pressed the pad against him. He struggled for a few minutes and then lay still.

“I’ll dump you in the park,” She said. “Just like they used to do to me. I guess I should leave you the costume though. Or some of it.”

Whether it was Wanda or Wendy who spoke neither could be sure. Neither cared.

“Who to get next?” Wanda wondered aloud thinking of all of the heroes and villains. Spiderman would keep quiet of course. Very few women spoke up after this sort of thing, no man would.

I should get a camera for the next one though, Wanda thought, so I can put some pictures on the net.

She giggled at the thought.

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