Castaways: Tania and Wanda

Part 2. False Memories and Waking Nightmares

by Skytower

            "A man is the sum of his misfortunes. One day you'd think misfortune would get tired but then time is your misfortune"

            Wanda had never read the classics when she was growing up.  A traveling Gypsy tribe didn’t carry a lot of books around with it.  When she joined the first Brotherhood of Evil Mutants and later as a member of the Avengers Wanda read the classics.  Not out of any great curiosity, but because she had to have something to say when some supervillain spouted a line from a poem or story to justify his crimes.  But the line from Faulkners’ “The Sound and the Fury” seemed to Wanda to be very appropriate.  Trouble never got tired of her.  It sought her out and turned her life into a long series of adventures.  Some she could handle, some she could barely handle and some… Some were like this.

            Wanda lay nude on a cold metal table.  Lifeless metal straps on her arms, legs and the rest of her body held her completely immobile.  She could only breath and the sound her breath as her breasts rose and fell was the only true sound Wanda could hear.  She could ‘hear’ many other sounds though.  Wires entered her body through her ears, nose, mouth, vagina and they lay across her body like some obscene techno spider web.  It didn’t take a great amount of energy to overwhelm the human nervous system.  The same amount of power could run a toaster.  It was a humbling and infuriating thing for Wanda to realize that her brain could be cooked just as easily as two slices of bread.  

            False sensations were poured over her body as false memories were forcibly pumped into her brain.  It was rape and a particularly ugly form of rape at that.  The object was to rob Wanda not of her virginity or degrade her through violence; the object was to erase her sense of self, her ego and leave her a whining shell filled with misery.

            Bring it on! Wanda thought fiercely and would have shouted it out loud if she had control of her own voice.  The machine was designed to take advantage of weakened heroines who had no idea what was going on.  Wanda and Tania-who lay across from Wanda in the same state-knew exactly what was happening to them.  They’d gone through something just like it only a short time before and were ready.  So the memories and sensations that were being force fed into them amounted to nothing more than sick day dreams.  Barbara and her friends had counted on that.  Wanda hoped that Tania was doing as well.  She had seemed too scared when they had strapped her and Wanda into the machine.  Semi-conscious after being out due to chloroform.  Wanda hoped that her friend could get her mind together quickly enough to resist.

            The real torture would come later, when Tania and Wanda had to pretend that it had worked.  For the time being she had to fool herself into letting her self think that the machine was working.  Wanda had gone through mental training with Iron Fist and others, she could have been an award winning actress if she had wanted too.  The trick was to constantly daydream, like humming a tune while washing dishes.  You focused your mind on the tune, not the task you were doing.

            Another fake orgasm wracked her body and Wanda let herself make the right sounds and tried to mask her anger and hatred with a moan of despair.  Across from her Tania did the same.  Wanda sadly realized that in her life she had experienced more fake climaxes than real ones.  She wondered if that was the same for Tania.

            I will see this thing melted to slag, the daughter of Magneto swore.  If it is the last thing I ever do!

            Wanda woke in a room.  She wasn’t alone.  Tania was there as well.  Both of them were on thin, hard, cold slabs of stone that branched out from cold stone walls.  A chain ran from the thick collar around her neck to the wall.  It was long enough for her to reach the toilet in the center of the room.  That wasn’t saying much.  The room itself was a six by nine cell with a black ceiling.  A solid iron door was set into the far wall and there were no windows.  Light came from a single dim bulb set into the ceiling.  

            This is where my counterpart wakes up day after day; Wanda realized and felt pity for the other woman.  Thanks to the false memories Wanda knew that the other Wanda was taught that as a fallen woman this was what she deserved.  More that this was better than what she deserved.  At the same time she felt pity Wanda felt a wave of hatred for men who thought so little of women.  Then she realized that they didn’t think so little of women, they were scared of women.  Weak themselves they needed to find someone weaker to bully.

            “Wanda.” Tania whispered.

            Wanda sat up and so did Tania.  They were both wearing square-cut gray sleeveless tunics that reached only as far as their thighs.  Someone in SPAY had obviously spent a lot of time watching women in prison flicks.

            Wanda nodded as one look in Tania’s eyes told her that they were both free.

            “Wake up.” A soft voice called as the iron door opened.  Sue walked in and behind her walked Dr. Faustus.  He was wearing his usual business suit, Sue was wearing the same style of tunic they were.  A blue fabric collar was around her neck.  

            Tania and Wanda both quickly got off of their bunks and kneeled on the floor, pressing their foreheads against the stone and crossing their wrists behind their backs.  The stone was cold against her forehead and harsh against her knees.  Wanda smelled the damp foul odor of pain and sweat on the floor. Years of it.

            “Rise.” Dr. Faustus said in a voice that held no emotion.

            Wanda rose to her knees and he took her chin in his hand and looked deeply into her eyes.  In the back of her mind Wanda hummed a tune.  After a few minutes he released her and examined Tania.  Then he released her as well.  Tania and Wanda returned to their kneeling positions while Dr. Faustus stood and stroked his beard in thought.  Then he turned to Sue.

            “Beat the witch.” He ordered.

            Sue took one step and kicked Wanda in the face with the top of her foot.  Wanda reared back from the impact and Sue grabbed Wanda’s hair with both hands and slammed Wanda’s forehead into her bent knee.  The crack of the impact resounded through Wanda’s skull but she did nothing as Sue pulled her up by her hair and kneed her in the stomach.  Wanda doubled over only to be pulled back up and slammed against the wall.  Sue held her there with a fist full of hair and started to slap Wanda’s face.  Back and forth as hard as she could.  Between the blows Wanda saw the pain in Sue’s eyes but from Dr. Faustus she saw nothing.  Other men would delight in this, other men might become aroused; but to him this was nothing more than a test.

            Wanda felt blood in her mouth before Dr. Faustus said: “Stop.”

            Sue released her and stepped back and Wanda fell to the floor.  Her head still rang from the blows and her face stung.  But she forced herself to return to her kneeling position.  She let herself cry and sob quietly.  That was what a broken person would do.  But the rage Wanda was holding back was frightening.  She wanted to tear Dr. Faustus’s arms off of his body and beat him to death with them.  And she wanted to do it slowly.

            “Ultra Woman choke the Scarlet Witch.” Dr. Faustus ordered.

            Tania sat up and grabbed Wanda around the throat.  They faced each other and Wanda could see the turmoil in her friend’s eyes.  It was a gamble; would he actually let her die?  Tania could snap Wanda’s neck instantly.

            Wanda started to black out as her air was cut off and her lungs begged for oxygen.  She whimpered but still did not fight back.  Tania’s thumbs pressed hard into her neck and the pain in her throat grew…

            “Release her.” Dr. Faustus ordered and Tania let her go.  Wanda fell to the floor gasping for breath.

            “I am satisfied.” Dr. Faustus said turning to Sue.  “Standard work for these two today.”

            “Yes sir.” Sue said.

            He left and Wanda lay on her back.  It was only the first day, how could they last?

            The sun felt hot against her skin.  All of her skin.  Tania stood nude next to Wanda who was also fully nude.  Her heart was hotter than the sun but Tania had forced herself to stand still as Sue finished her job.  First she had braided Wanda and Tania’s hair and then tied them into ponytails.  That was Tania’s first clue.  Then Sue had stripped them and led them down a corridor that had opened into the coral where the hot sun waited.  There was no other way to describe the wooden fenced area.  There were three large pens and next to each pen were three small barns.  Sue led them over to one of the barns and Tania and Wanda stood still with their heads bowed.  Small flesh colored rubber shoes were put on their feet.  That made Tania realize that this wasn’t going to be the traditional trotting arrangement, she had been through that before.  A harness was put over each of their shoulders and the straps fell to their feet.

Wanda’s harness was made of leather and went around her upper legs and thighs, her stomach, cupped each breasts like a bra-holding them but with cut outs to reveal the nipples-then attached to a thick wooden collar around her neck.  The collar at least was padded but it made it nearly impossible for Wanda to turn her head.  Another separate harness was put over her head.  This one was leather as well and came equipped with blinders and a bridle that doubled as a bit gag.  Wanda’s arms were pulled behind her back and sealed into a single leather glove.  

            When she was done Sue led Wanda over to a large chariot and attached her to it.  The chariot was of a Roman style and the poles attached to her harness just above her waist.  There were two sets of reins; one set was attached to the bit gag in her mouth, the other to the wooden collar.  Tania felt even more rage boil within her.  Wanda was no longer Wanda, she was no longer a woman, she was now a beast of burden.  This was a woman who was gay and kind and never wanted to hurt anyone in her life and she stood now in the sun; naked, powerless and humiliated.  The only thing missing was a tail stuck into her ass.

            What a mistake the race of man is, Tania swore fiercely.  No woman ever born can match the cruelty of a man!  

            Tania’s harness was the same as Wanda’s but hers was made of shiny chrome.  The metal augmented the single glove that held her arms and Tania knew she’d have trouble getting free Amazonian strength or not.  The metal was cold at first but Tania knew that the sun would warm it up.  Her bridle and bit gag smelled and tasted of dust and old pain.  Her counterpart’s old pain since her teeth fitted into the grooves worn into it.  

Sue led her over to a plough and attached Tania too it.  The main drag bars of the plough attached to the harness at Tania’s chest.  The plough had two small wheels fastened to it but Tania doubted that they would last.

            When Sue was done she led them out past the coral area and Tania saw other women similarly degraded.  They dragged ploughs or chariots or wagons.  The ploughs were pulled through fields and Tania heard the constant cracks of whips.  Some of the women wore contraptions that forced them to go about on all fours.  Tania didn’t recognize them all, but she saw a few of the Global Protectors.  Still she managed to hold in her rage.  But it was hammering at her self control.

            “Is she ready?” A gruff voice demanded.  “I got a field to plough.”

            “Yes my lord.” Sue said.  “I have harnessed her.”  

            “Like you could do it right woman.”  The last word came out as a curse.

            Tania heard a soft cry as Sue was pushed out of the way and then the man was standing next to her.  Her harness was checked and every strap pulled tighter.  Tania recognized him as the Farmer.  Some years earlier the man had captured Wanda and other heroines and used them as cows.  Tania had rescued them and nearly become one of his dairy maids in the process.

            “Come on.” He said roughly pulling her bridle.  Tania followed.  The Farmer was a tall broad man, not fat but his body was massive.  He stood six and a half feet tall and his face was beefy with a large nose and small eyes.  What ever hair he had started out with in life had long since left his head and migrated to the rest of his body.  He wore a pair of farmers overalls without a shirt.  Just being on the same planet with him filled Tania with revulsion.  But she allowed him to lead her.

            He led Tania across the campus to a parking lot.  It was nearly as big as a football field and Tania had a good idea of what he wanted her to do.  That was confirmed when he walked her over to the edge of the lot and pulled the wheels from under the plough blade.  It fell to the ground with a heavy clang.  

            “Yah!” He shouted and Tania felt a white hot flash of pain as the electro whip hit her shoulder.  Her teeth gripped the bit tightly as her body rippled with pain.  She pulled, digging her feet in and pulling as more and more blows from the whip hit her back and legs and ass.  Behind her the asphalt cracked as the plow blade bit into it.  The harness bit into her breast and pinched under her arms.

            It was going to be a long day.

            Wanda watched Tania being led away and her heart ached for her friend.  And herself.  Once the mad sorceress Circe had changed Wanda into a horse and had ridden her around New York.  That had been bad but at least she had been a horse.  Now Wanda wasn’t even that.  The term was ‘Ponygirl’ and Wanda knew that it was a game that could be played for fun.  Once while spying on the X-men for Magneto she had watched while Kitty, Jean and Storm had lost a card game bet with Wolverine and Beast and been tied up as ponygirls.  But that had been play, this was real.  The straps dug into her skin, the blinders made sure that nothing to the left or the right of her could be seen.  She could barely turn her head in any direction.  The bit gag made her mouth water and she couldn’t stop it.

            “She ready?” An anxious voice asked.

            “Yes sir.” Sue said.

            The owner of the voice came into her line of sight and Wanda wasn’t really surprised.  Rick Jones had been an annoying little brat who had followed heroes and heroines around for years, counting on his friendship with the Hulk to keep him safe.  He was the type of teenager who would stare at her breasts and try to catch glimpses of her through the keyhole.  Wanda had thought him harmless in her reality.  In this one he was still the same; young, athletic with brown hair and blue eyes.  Good looking in a teen idol sort of way.  He wore the same jeans and brown workshirt that he had always favored.  But the scar over his forehead and the way he smiled as he ran his hands over her stomach and across her pussy showed Wanda that he wasn’t just annoying anymore.  Wanda made her self stand as still as stone as he ruffled her pubic hair and then smoothed it down.

            He checked her harness, tightened the straps and then got into the chariot.  Wanda felt the weight shift as he got in and then felt a harsh slap against her shoulder as the whip found its mark.

            “Move!” Rick shouted.

            Wand leaned into her harness and pulled.  It moved more easily than she had thought and soon they were out of the door and moving across the coral.  Wanda could only see in front of her and she quickly realized that if she didn’t pay attention to the tugs on her bridle that she would either trip or run into something.  The only thing that she was allowed to do was to move forward and obey commands.  It was beyond humiliating and more and more anger burned in her stomach.  The straps that held her to the chariot allowed a little give and take and she quickly learned that a tug on the bridle meant to turn a little while a tug on the neck collar meant to turn a lot.

            “Whoa!” Rick called and jerked the bridle back.  Wanda stopped and felt the harness pull at her as her body absorbed the momentum of the chariot.  Her jaw ached as the bit gag was pulled back.

            “Hey Rick you ready for the race?” Another voice called out.

            “Just as soon as you supercharge her.” Rick called back.

            “No problem, but you won’t need it man.” A teenager walked in front of Wanda and knelt down.  He was dressed in coveralls and had a thin body with greasy hair.  Wanda didn’t recognize him but stood still as he ran his fingers up and down the opening to her womb.

            “Hey I don’t take chances.” Rick said.  “Besides, new girls supposed to be a wildcat.  Put the spurs on.”

            “Ok man.”

            The teenager pushed his fingers into Wanda’s pussy and pulled the lips apart.  Then he felt around until he found her clitoris and attached a small clamp to it.  Wanda couldn’t stop herself from swallowing as he ran a braided wire up to her harness and fastened it so that there would be some slack.  Then he ran the wire up her harness and moved in back of her.  For a few minutes Wanda stood still and listened as they talked in low tones.  The she felt the reins shake and heard Rick yell.  Obediently Wanda started to walk forward, then to trot and run as he applied the whip.  She knew what was coming but Wanda had a hard time believing that even here in this reality men could be this cruel.

            Her answer came when Rick shouted, whipped her and then yelled in glee.  A second later Wanda felt an electrical charge run through her sex.  Another came and Wanda ran faster and faster as Rick alternated between whipping her and sending the charge into her pussy.

            This is truly hell, Wanda thought as she started to sweat from the heat and the running.  The ground under her turned to hard pavement and she felt the shocks with each step.  The flesh colored shoes that they had put on her feet were thin and she could feel the heat from the pavement against her foot.  It was as if she were running barefoot.  Wanda’s large breasts bounced up and down painfully in the harness.

            After a few minutes Rick pulled back on the reins and Wanda slowed gratefully to a stop.

            Three days of this!  Wanda wasn’t sure that she could take it.  Again she felt a wave of pity for her other self.

            “Hey Rick, ready?”

            Wanda looked up at the voice and saw another chariot coming toward them.  She recognized Ron Stopable driving Kim Possible.  As they came closer Wanda realized that Kim was still fighting the conditioning.  Her eyes held an angry frightened glare but she was smart enough to try and hide it.  

            “Always ready.” Rick said, walking past Wanda to kneel in front of Kim.  “Not a bad filly.” He said cupping her right breast.  Kim shied away and he grabbed the bridle and roughly pulled her forward.  “Not really broken yet is she?”

            “I…” Ron said.

            “Kid you gotta be harsh.” Rick said.  “You gotta remind them all the time that the only reason we keep them around is to serve us.”

            “I know.” Ron said but to Wanda his heart wasn’t in the reply.  “But…”

            “But nothing.” Rick said.  He walked over to Wanda.  “See this one?  She was a tough one to tame, but now she’s about as good as you get.”  He slapped Wanda’s ass and gripped it tight.  It took all of Wanda’s self control not to react.  Rick left her and walked over to Kim.  He grabbed her ass and Kim screamed through the gag and tried to move away from him.

            “Still a little bit of spirit in her.” Rick said.  “You gotta beat it out of her.  So here is what we’re going to do.  We race from here to the stocks.  You win and you get red here for the night.  I win and we put Kim in the stocks next to her girlfriend…”

            “She-Go’s not her girlfriend!” Ron snapped.

            “Got a lot to learn kid.” Rick said.  “They all go for each other, it’s one of the unnatural things we gotta beat out of them.”

            “But…”

            “Get her ready.” Rick ordered as Ron faltered.

            They expect us to race, Wanda wondered?

            There was no way Kim could win.  She was slim and athletic, but also nearly a foot shorter than Wanda and from the way she moved Wanda could tell that Kim was not used to walking or running while nude and bound.  But was there a way to let her win?  Wanda didn’t want to spend the night with Ron but she didn’t like the idea of the young woman whipped either.  Wanda tried to figure out a way around the conditions as they moved Kim beside her.

            Tania’s jaw ached, her shoulders ached, the bottom of her feet ached… there was very few parts of her that did not ache.  Behind her the Farmer again lashed out with the whip and Tanai dug in her feet and pulled.  Anyone without the tough skin of an Amazon would have had their feet and back slashed to ribbons by now.  The aged asphalt came up in chunks and cracks and splinters of stone.  With her arms bound Tania was constantly falling onto her knees and every time she did the whip lashed against her again and again until she stood up and got moving.  There would be welts all over her back when the day was over.  

            Forget three days, Tania thought; I’ll be lucky to last the afternoon!

            She stumbled again but didn’t fall this time and kept pulling.  Anything to avoid that whip again.  Even as she thought that Tania realized that this whole exercise was designed to make her think that way.  It was useless to plow up a parking lot this way, but it was an excellent way to dish out physical abuse.  

            “Whoa!” the Farmer called.  

            Tania stopped and sank to her knees.  She didn’t look up as he walked up beside her.  Tania knew that the look of hate in her eyes would have been impossible to hide.

            “Overheated are ye?” He asked running his hand down her back and giving her rump a pat.  Tania didn’t reply and he left her there.  After a few minutes she heard him coming back and couldn’t stop from screaming as an ice-cold bucket of water was poured over her.  Tania shook it out of her long blonde hair and felt it steam off of her body from the heat of her work and the heat of her sun.  His laughter cut into her but somehow Tania made herself cringe and whimper.

            “Now move!” He shouted cracking the whip again.

            Tania struggled to her feet and got moving again.  Behind her the stone cracked like a gunshot as it splintered.  Three days?  Tania imagined her counterpart and knew that at some point the cracking of that stone had echoed the cracking of her spirit.  That Tania had been broken.  Could this Tania make it?

            The race was held on the athletic field and Wanda knew why.  In the center of the field She-Go hung from a square frame.  She was nude and every inch of her was exposed.  Around her sat a group of teenage boys and they took turns going at her with feathers.  She-Go was laughing hysterically and Wanda cursed the boys.  Not many would recognize the kind of torture non-stop laughter could be.  Wanda could having been put through it herself more than once.  

            Once at the field Rick had attached bells to Wanda and Kim’s nipples.  Wanda had stayed silent as the clamps were tightened but she had heard Kim’s sobs.  The bells made different sounds, Kim’s was lighter and sharper while Wanda’s made a sound almost as loud as a cow bell.

            “Three times around.” Rick said.

            Someone shot off a gun and Wanda felt a surge of power go through her sex.  She started forward and concentrated on not falling.  It was impossible to run normally with your arms bound and it was even more impossible to run with a chariot harnessed to your body.  The best Wanda could manage was a sort of leaping trot; keeping her back straight and using her legs alone to go forward.  Wanda didn’t go as fast as she could despite the near-constant voltage being applied to her clitoris.  She kept listening for Kim and made sure that they weren’t far apart.  There was one way to spoil the bet and Wanda hoped that she could pull it off without breaking both of their necks.

            The race went on and by the end of the first lap Wanda’s legs were on fire and her sides were hurting.  She pulled in air as much as she could with the bit gag in her mouth, feeling it cool her teeth and dry out her mouth as she sucked in the oxygen that her body desperately needed.  But there was a reason the mouth was larger than the nose.  When you were really in need of more air the mouth offered a lot more of an opening.  But that was nullified when half of it was covered.  The bells dragged at her nipples and her breasts stung with each step.

            Wanda made it half way through the second lap before her sides began to cramp up.  By now Rick was using the spurs so much she barely noticed the electrical charge.  But she did notice that Kim was still keeping up with her.  The young woman was in better shape than Wanda had thought.  Over the bells and the shouts and catcalls of the spectators Wanda heard the laughter and cursing of She-Go as she was tormented.  The sun beat down on them all and Wanda knew that at the end of the day her skin would be as red as her hair.

            As they started the third lap Wanda made her move.  She had been slowing down gradually and if her hearing was right Kim was only ten feet behind her.  Wanda brought her right foot down wrong, landing on the side, not the sole of her foot.  Her leg went out from under her and Wanda leaned right ignoring the pain that was shooting through her leg and the burning of her skin as her momentum carried her along the rough pavement.  As she went down Wanda twisted and saw Rick and the chariot twist to one side.  New pain greeted Wanda as the harness made sure that the chariot pulled her as it crashed.  She was dragged across the pavement and the skin of her back and legs was torn off as if someone were using heavy grade sandpaper on her.  Kim tried to avoid them but ran straight into Rick’s prone form, tripping over him and being pushed by her chariots momentum into Wanda.  Wanda saw Ron’s chariot run over Rick’s chest before Ron tumbled out of it and landed on him.  That was all she managed to see before Kim slammed into her and momentum sent both fo them skidding across the track and into a chainlink fence.

            That ends that race, Wanda thought as the pain from her leg made her black out.

            Tania was more tired than she could ever remember.  Her limbs ached and her jaw was especially sore.  After plowing the Farmer had led her back to the coral and tied her reins to a fencepost and left her there.  Until the sun went down Tania knelt naked in the dust with her head bowed.  No one seemed to notice her.  That was surprising, in the past when Tania stood nude in any public place there were at the very least stares.  But now the men walked by her as if she were fully clothed.  It was more of a relief than anything else, but at the same time Tania had to marvel at how far her counterpart had fallen.  Once a supervillain had felt successful if he just pulled down her top, now…

            At sundown Sue came over and took her into the barn.  Silently she freed Tania from the harness and then led her over to a shower stall.  The stall had faucets above, bellow and arranged in a circular pattern around a square frame.   Tania was passive as Sue strapped her wrists and ankles into the frame, suspending her off of the floor, and then turned a valve on.  Water from all directions hit Tania at the same time and it was chillingly cold at first; then warm, then hot and hotter and then so hot that she could barely stand it.  Sue pushed a button and the frame Tania was in started to spin.  The spin dried her and made her dizzy, but not nauseous.  Sue stopped her spin and Tania hung from her straps, too dizzy and tired to stand even if she had been free.  Stepping into the stall Sue took a bottle of liquid from a shelf and poured it over Tania’s shoulders.  Tania’s head spun as Sue rubbed the liquid over her.  The liquid smelled of roses and was ice cold.  Working patiently and dispassionately Sue coated every inch of Tania’s body with the chemical.  Then she took some shampoo and did the same to Tania’s hair.  Once Tania was completely soaped Sue stepped out of the stall.    

            This time Tania was ready for the water and the temperature.  But she felt it as the rough streams hit her body again and again, building up to a rhythm that made Tania grind her teeth together.  She could go mad in this horror.  It was a torture every bit as bad as if someone were whipping her.  There was no way to tell how long it would continue.  That was the hardest thing.  The spin combined with the water jets to hit Tania’s body regularly.  Hard streams hit her breasts and pussy and butte in such a regular rhythm that her body started to respond and become aroused.  Was that deliberate, Tania wondered.

            Suddenly it was over and Tania’s body trembled from the sudden chill and the stimulation.  She could barely think as Sue freed her and then led her back to her and Wanda’s room.  Wanda lay on her bunk asleep and Tania was worried when she saw the cast on Wanda’s right leg.

            “She had an accident while racing.” Sue said attaching the chain to Tania’s collar.  “When she is well she will be punished.”

            She left, turning out the lights and Tania sat as calmly as she could and let her eyes adjust to the darkness.

            “Three days.” She whispered as her body shook.  Tania had not climaxed but her body felt as weak as if she had.

            “We can take it.” Wanda whispered back. “We have to.  I think they are here somewhere.”

            The heroes here?  It made sense.  The place was secure.

            “I heard some of Rick’s friends talking when they treated us.” Wanda said.  “They are here, I’m sure of it.  We have to stick it out.”

            Tania nodded.  Wanda couldn’t see the nod in the darkness but Tania was sure that Wanda knew that she had nodded.

            When Wanda woke the next morning her leg was better and the cast has turned to dust.  She had guessed that it would be.  A society that valued the beautiful but indulged in physical abuse would have to have good medical technology.  It hadn’t been enough to help Rick whose neck had broken in the crash.  Wanda felt guilty about that and from what she had overheard as they had worked on her and Kim’s injuries Rick’s friends were planning some special punishments for her.  But no one came for her or Tania.  They lay in silence, too afraid of bugs to talk.  They lay naked and felt helpless and waited.  Wanda was beginning to wonder if it were night or day.  The cell had no windows to judge the time outside.

            When the cell opened and Wanda and Tania weakly started to rise.  Wanda didn’t know what Tania had gone through the previous day but she guessed it had worn her out as well.  The man who walked into the room almost made Wanda groan aloud.  He was short, no more than four and a half feet tall, with a pot belly but thick strong legs.  His hair was a pale sickly brown and cut in a mop top.  His face was as round and repulsive as the rest of him with a big flat nose and wide mouth and brown eyes.

            The Toad-Wanda never knew him by any other name-had been with the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants when Wanda and Pietro had joined.  He had lived up to his name.  He was cowardly, sycophantic to Magneto and lecherous to Wanda.  More than once she had caught him spying on her in the bathroom or her bedroom.  Many times she had suspected him of stealing her underwear.  Now he stood in the doorway wearing an old brown robe.  There was a light stubble on his face and his watery blue eyes were bloodshot.  Was this the punishment that Rick’s friends had been planning?  Wanda realized that in their current situation the Toad could have her and she couldn’t even fight back.

            “You got a break tonight.” Toad said.  Even from the doorway she could smell the liquor on his breath.  “The master is coming back early and he wants you two.  Gotta make sure your tamed.”  

            Toad walked over and unlocked Wanda and Tania’s collars. Wanda wondered if they had to assume the pose of submission even to him.  He took a thick collar out of the pocket of his robe and fastened it around her neck.  Wanda felt the slight hum as the power canceling effects of the slave collar kicked in.  She hated it, it was like walking around with a pin sticking into her neck.  

            Sighing Toad turned around and walked out of the room.  Tania and Wanda looked at each other and then followed him.

            Toad lead them through dark and darker corridors and past other rooms.  Wanda could hear an occasional moan behind the doors but forced herself to move past them.  Her mind went through the possibilities.  If the Red Skull was back early would they have a chance to find the prison more easily?  Wanda knew what the Red Skull was like, he had captured and tortured and raped her before.  Broken her completely.  She was terrified of his memories for years after that.  Withstanding his type of torture again…  Wanda wasn’t sure that she could do it.  Not passively anyway, but any sign of resistance would blow their cover.  They were in the center of a complex filled with men who had successfully fought and defeated nearly every hero on Earth.  Escape would be impossible.

            Toad led them into a room at the end of a corridor.  The room overlooked the quad and Wanda realized that they had come up a few floors without her realizing it.  The room was large and well furnished with a bed, large screen tv and bar.  But there were dirty clothes strewn about, the tv was smashed and the bar was covered with half drunk glasses and half empty bottles.  But not all of the bottles were empty.  Wanda spotted a case of ten bottles on the end of the bar closest to the bed.    On the wall above the bed was a framed silver picture of the first Brotherhood of Evil Mutants.  The frame was highly polished.  Next to it was a shot of Wanda topless.  She was changing her blouse next to a waterfall.  Wanda realized that it had been snapped while she was with the brotherhood, in one of their hideouts.  It was framed in gold and the gold was highly polished.

            “Come on.” Toad said taking Tania’s hand and pulling her to the bed.  Over his shoulder he called: “You get started Red, I know it usually takes you ten bottles but this is the good stuff, should only take you five.”

            Wanda went over to the bar and looked at the case.  She swallowed when she read the label.  ‘Black Pirate Rum.’  Wanda was not a drinker.  A half of a bottle of that would make her drunk.

            She looked over to the bed and saw that Toad was strapping Tania’s wrists into cuffs.  Then he hung them on a hook that was set into the wall above the bed.  She endured passively and the move caused her breasts to lift up as her arms were pulled over her head.  Her face was framed by her arms and a look of sadness mixed with despair was on it.  Wanda understood.  Tania was about to be violated by someone and she had to choose not to fight back.  For an amazon; a warrior that was hell.  Better to fall in honest combat and be taken then have to force yourself to lay still and be bound.

Toad doubled up her legs and strapped each ankle to her thigh.  Then he ran a rope behind her knees and tied it there and then pulled the rope until her leg was as far as it could go and secured it.  Then he tied her other leg the same way.  When he was done Tania’s legs were as open as they could be and she was sitting on her feet.  She was completely vulnerable.

            “Come on.” Toad said leaping over to the bar.  “We gotta get this over with.”

            Wanda took one of the bottles and opened it.  His tone surprised her, he sounded like a man on his way to work, not a man who was about to make love to a beautiful woman.

            He took one of the bottles, opened it and leapt back to the bed.

            Wanda played taking a drink from the bottle.  The sweet hot rum danced across her lips and into her mouth.  Even that was enough to make her a bit dizzy.  She took a swallow and it roared down her throat and erupted into her body.  The stuff was more potent than she had realized.  There was no way she could drink this and stay sober.

            On the bed Toad had pushed the bottle into Tania’s mouth and tilted it.  He grabbed face, covering her eyes with his hand and pinching her nose shut with his fingers.  There was no way for her not to swallow.  He pulled back after half of the bottle was gone and gave her a moment to breathe.  Wanda saw Tania’s face was red as the rum hit her system.  This was bad.  Tania was no more of a drinker than Wanda was.  Wanda started to pour the contents of the bottle into the sink to her left.  By the time she had done so Toad had emptied the bottle into Tania and leapt over to get another one.  Tania let her head fall forward and tried to shake it clear.  Wanda faked drinking as Toad grabbed another bottle and emptied her bottle into the sink as soon as his back was turned.

Toad grabbed Tania’s hair and pulled her head back, pouring the rum over her face and chest.  At the same time his fingers pressed between Tania’s legs, forcing themselves into her vagina and massaging it.  Tania moaned but kept on drinking.  She was starting to sweat and Wanda saw her arms tug weakly at the hook.  

When the bottle was half empty Toad pulled it out of Tania’s mouth and then stuck it between her legs.  Twisting it he forced it into her pussy and then pulled it in and out for a few minutes while his tongue snaked out of his mouth and started to lick at Tania’s nipples.  Tania squirmed and moaned and Wanda realized that the rum was really getting to her.  She might be too weak to fake it.  If Tania climaxed she would be powerless for at least 7 hours.

            Toad pulled the bottle out of her pussy and drank from it, then forced it into her mouth again. Tania drank and Wanda saw that her eyes were having a hard time focusing.  Again Tania’s arms tugged at the straps that held them above her head.

            Wanda moved.  Taking the fourth bottle that was nearly empty she walked over to the bed and got on it.  As casually as possible she slipped between Toad and Tania.  Toad’s eyes widened as Wanda put her arms around him and kissed him.  Wanda fought down her revulsion as his tongue met hers.  He pressed against her, squeezing her ass and moaning.  His erection was already stiff against her.

            “Gotta do her first.” Toad said as he started to move Wanda out of the way.

            “No.” Wanda pleaded kissing him again.

            Toad pulled back puzzled and Wanda knew that if she didn’t keep him away from Tania they were lost.  But how?  This wasn’t how his nights usually went, that was obvious.

            Wanda made a big show out drinking from the bottle.  She tipped her head back and made swallowing motions.  Inspiration struck and she turned and poured the rest of the bottle over Tania’s breasts and stomach.

            “You do me.” Wanda whispered as she got on all fours and presented her ass to him.  “I’ll do her.”

            “That really was the good stuff I guess.” Toad said as he started to fondle her ass.  

            ‘Fake it.’ Wanda mouthed the words as she leaned into Tania and started to kiss her breast.  Tania’s eyes widened and she nodded and started to moan.

            Toad reached between Wanda’s legs and started to massage her sex, pressing into her womb.  Wanda let her body respond and ran her tongue over Tania’s body.  The rum actually helped.  It was sweet and sticky and felt good on her tongue.  The stuff already in her was loosening her up as well.  Wanda let it take her and let her body respond to Toad’s attention.  At the same time she moved lower and lower down Tania’s body, kissing and biting the nipples of her breasts, running her tongue down the other woman’s stomach, pressing it into her navel, she kept going until her head was between Tania’s legs.  Tania’s pussy was wet but not dripping.  Wanda blew on it and Tania got the message and moaned louder.  

            Thank god for my hair, Wanda thought.  Her long curly chestnut brown hair blocked Toad’s view completely.  All she had to do was to move her head in the right way and he would never realize that she wasn’t even touching Tania.  

            But he was touching her and Wanda felt sick as Toad stimulated her sex.  He found her clitoris and massaged it until it was large and her pussy was dripping.  First with his fingers, then his tongue and finally Wanda felt his cock against her.  With every ounce of will power Wanda had she let her body respond.  It was hard.  A war between her emotions and her physiology.  Her body wanted to respond, her spirit raged impotently and her mind strove to control both.  This had to work or all was lost.  

            Toad slammed into her, hitting her ass with each thrust and for a moment Wanda lost her balance and her lips pressed against the lips of Tania’s pussy.  Tania moaned and Wanda hoped that she hadn’t pushed her friend over the edge.  At the same time the taste of Tania on her lips set her body on fire and Wanda had no trouble letting herself go as Toad pumped harder and faster into her.

            He lasted a lot longer than Wanda thought he would, as he thrust his arms reached around her and squeezed Wanda’s breasts, pinching and pulling at the nipples.  He reared up and slapped at her ass again and again, pulling out to slap and then slamming into her again.  Tears were running down Wanda’s face but she held firm and only moved her head the right way.  There was a part of her that wanted Tania desperately but only as an escape from the Toad’s attentions.  Tania’s moans were convincing.

            At last Toad gave one last thrust, grunted and cried out.  Wanda cried out a second later and a split second after that Tania cried out.  Then they all collapsed panting.

            Toad sighed and then got up and staggered over to the bar.  He hadn’t bothered to take off his robe and Wanda was grateful for that.  It mostly hid his grotesque body.  She lay on her back, her head between Tania’s still prone legs and looked up at her friend.  Tania winked and Wanda sighed in relief.

            “That’s it, get out of here.” Toad said taking another bottle.  He sighed and started to cry.  “Jester and the princess, end of another fairy tale.”

            He started to sing some off color ballad and Wanda sat up and freed Tania’s wrists.  The man was pathetic.  He had his dream, he had Wanda and he was miserable?  He had Wanda and Tania and he was miserable?  

            Wanda saw the pictures over the bed and realized something.  Everything else in the room was dirty or neglected.  But the frames were polished, the glass clean.  Her mind went back to the time that she and her brother had spent with the brotherhood.  That Toad, the Toad of her world had been a pest.  Had this one shared something more with this world’s Wanda?

            Wanda shook off the question as she freed Tania.  They had more important things to worry about.  Getting off of the bed they walked to the door and opened it.  Sue was waiting outside.  The last sight Wanda had of Toad was him crawling into bed with a half full bottle of rum.  Before she turned away Wanda felt amazed to realize that she pitied him.

            Wanda and Tania stood in front of two massive wooden doors and waited.  They had been waiting for at least an hour.  From the other side of the door a song from Wagner’s “Ring of Nebieling” was playing.  After leaving Toad both women had been taken to a sumptuous bathroom and cleaned.  Not washed up, not bathed; but cleaned.  That was the only way Wanda would ever describe the process.  Her hair and her body were washed, scrubbed and perfumed.  She was given her old costume to wear; a one piece red swimsuit with a light red body stocking underneath, a wide red cape, red boots and a red headdress.  Tania was given her old costume as well.  Blue shorts, a red bustier with a stylized UW on the chest and red boots.

            Wanda felt the collar on her neck chafe and shifted.  She marveled at the cowardice of the Red Skull.  How many years had her counterpart been under his yoke?  How many years had passed since she had broken under his heel?  Both she and Tania were completely tamed yet he would not allow them into his room-into his bed Wanda was sure-unless they were both completely powerless.

            Master race, Wanda snorted mentally.

            “If the answers are to be found they will be found inside.” Tania whispered.  “We must endure.”

            Wanda nodded slightly and the doors finally opened.

            “Enter whores!” the Red Skull called.

            They moment that they entered the room Wanda realized that the answers would be easier to find then they could ever have dreamed.

            The Red Skull’s bedroom was large.  It could have fit a basketball court with ease.  On the walls were nazi flags and portraits of Hitler.  One section of the wall was reserved for trophies and it was there that the shield of Captain America hung above his uniform.  Beside it was the uniform of UltraMan.  Beside them both in X-shaped stasis tubes were UltraMan and Captain America.  Naked in the semi-clear liquid they could only move their eyes.  On the other side of the room in similar tubes were a young man with brown hair and the Thing.  Wanda guessed that the young man was Spiderman.  It took a full two seconds for Wanda to tear her eyes away from the sight of the Thing.  His skin was orange rock and his penis… that was a strange sight indeed.

            “So once again Captain America you shall watch as the Red Skull takes what you love and uses it for his own.” The Red Skull taunted.  He was wearing a red robe and smoking cigarette in a long holder.  Walking over to Wanda and Tania he blew the smoke into their faces.  Then he turned away but quickly turned back and backhanded Wanda across the face.  Wanda fell to the floor and the Skull threw off his robe.  Under it he only wore a pair of pants.  His body was leanly muscled with numerous scars.  Reaching down he sneered as he grabbed Wanda’s hair and pulled her up and then shoved her toward the bed.

            “Behold the woman you love, once again nothing but a toy for me.”

            Wanda lay on the bed and wondered if she could go through with it.  Not only making love to him but making love in front of Steve?  Even it if wasn’t her Steve…

            The Skull walked over to the bed and Wanda trembled.  He reached under the bed and the smile across his face… that hideous red skull mask that seemed alive… Wanda shrank bank as memories long held back flooded into her mind and tore at her sanity.  

            Tania watched as the Skull drew back his arm and did nothing as the whip sliced Wanda’s costume open between her breasts.  The next snap of the whip slashed across her breasts and exposed her nipples.  Wanda screamed and dug her fingers into the sheets of the bed.

            ENOUGH!

            Tania moved.  She remembered when Wanda had been rescued from the Red Skull of their world.  She remembered the quivering wretch of a woman who cried for days and could not bear to be near any man.  Tania remembered looking in on Wanda during the long months of her recovery.  Months of healing time in the woods of Europe, months of time during which Wanda had poured out her pain to the spirits of the woods and the elfs and the nymphs of the Sacred Forest of Wundagore.  The Global Protectors and Tania along with a few others kept a constant vigil over Wanda.  No man was allowed in the forest and no supervillain got near her.  Even the satyrs were banned.  It was almost a year before Wanda returned to herself and months after that before she rejoined the Avengers.

            Now she was reliving it and Tania wasn’t going to have that.  In one move she grabbed the whip and wrapped it around the Red Skull’s neck.  With her strength Tania could have snapped his head off but she didn’t.  This mistake of a man, this loathsome beast deserved pain.  He deserved pain in a way Tania could never give him pain.  But at least she could make sure that he would die slowly.  Even if they had to fight their way out of the complex, even if they were re-captured, whatever was going to happen the Red Skull was not going to see it.

            For a few minutes they stood there.  Wanda stared from the bed.  She dug her fingers into the mattress again and again.  She didn’t say a word but there were thanks in her eyes.  Tania smiled at her, a tight warrior’s smile, and pulled tighter.  The Skull twisted and clawed at her grip.  He was getting weaker, his legs were failing.  Tania held him up, letting his own weight choke him.  A savage joy filled her.

            The joy faded a little as she looked into Ultra-Man’s clear blue eyes.  That same look was in Captain America’s blue eyes.  To kill the Red Skull now would be murder.  Tania could live with that.

            But they couldn’t.  And even if they were not the men that Tania and Wanda loved they were still the men that this world’s Tania and Wanda loved.  And more if she killed this man now… the look in Wanda’s eyes said it all.  She wanted Tania to kill.  She’d enjoy the look in the Skull’s eyes as he died as she was enjoying the pain he was suffering through as Tania choked him.  That joy would stay with her.  It would poison her.

            Tania could not do that to her friend.  She couldn’t allow Wanda to become that person.

            Tania sighed and threw the Red Skull into the wall.

            “His time will come.” Zatanna said from behind her.

            Tania whirled and saw that a portal had opened up behind them.  Outside she could hear explosions.

            “Come on.” Dick said moving past her. “We don’t have much time.”

…To be continued.

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