Part 2
By
Skytower
Children were laughing with delight and there was a part of Wanda
Maximoff that couldn’t get mad about
that. There was also a part
of her that couldn’t be very pleased about it
either. The Avenger stood on
the miniature stage dressed in a black dress, long pointed black hat and
covered in enough make up to hide her
humanity. In her right hand
she held an old fashioned straw broom.
Under the dress her bust had been taped down harshly and her body
encased in a metal frame that prevented her from moving
normally. Her usually beautiful
face was hidden under a false chin and her normally perfect nose now sported
3 warts. Her auburn hair was
hidden under a dull raven black wig.
“I’ll get you!” Wanda cried out her voice made scratchy
by the two drops of cooking oil forced down her
throat. “And your little
dog too!”
Scarlet cast a quick spell that did little more but provide a multicolor
light show. In nearly the same movement she touched her Broach of
Displacement. The children applauded
as she vanished.
Why couldn’t I have played Dorothy, Wanda thought as the rest
of the: “Wizard of Oz” puppet show
continued. She had re-appeared
back stage and rested a bit before her next
scene. This was her third
performance in the little theatre that filled the back of the Puppet
Master’s shop. They had
practiced for a week before the first
show. At first Wanda had maintained
a strict approach of passive resistance.
She did nothing as Phillip Masters measured her for her costume and
nothing as he forced her into it.
She went limp as he covered her face and hands with
make-up. Then she did nothing
to react to the other puppets. She
just stood there, refusing to act on
cue. Wanda was fairly certain the Puppet Master was under orders
from Dr. Doom not to harm her.
The Puppet Master had met her defiance by stripping Wanda of her costume
and then holding her down on her
stomach. Wanda struggled as
much as her ten-inch body allowed but she was for all intents and purposes
helpless. Taking a ruler Phillip
Masters had spanked her until she cried out loud, then put her into the Victorian
dollhouse and turned on the sleep
machine. When she awoke and
again refused he had repeated the
procedure. It did not take long
for Wanda to realize that resistance was
futile. Going along, aside from
the embarrassment when her captor stuffed her into the costume before every
performance, was better than multiple
spankings. And she might get
a chance to escape. So she gritted
her teeth and forced herself to respond when the Puppet Master pulled the
strings attached to her arms and head.
“Another performance done.” Phillip said when they were
alone in the room together. “You are doing better.”
“Thanks.” Wanda said not keeping the sarcasm away from her
voice.
He laughed and picked her up, putting her on the table by the
sink. Carefully he began to
strip the costume from her body.
“Why are you doing this?” Wanda demanded at
last. She had been silent over
the past week, holding her questions and hoping he’d just start ranting
like almost all the other villains she’d
known. He hadn’t.
Aside from critiquing every performance the Puppet Master had stayed
silent.
“My psychological profile says that I am drawn to put on puppet
shows by a need to control the world.” He said tugging Wanda’s
boots off. “If I deviate
from that the people watching me might get
suspicious.”
“But why have me in the shows?” Wanda demanded as he pulled
the fasteners on the back of her dress and pulled it off of
her.
“Because you add something to them.” Masters
said. “And because you
people shouldn’t be left alone.”
“You people?”
“Superheroines.” He
said. With the dress off of
her the Puppet Master slowly pulled away the wire frame that constricted
her movements. The frame was
made of thin wire that encircled Wanda’s ankles, knees, waist, shoulders
and arms. Slightly thicker wires
that ran along her limbs linked each metal
circle. The result was that
Wanda could barely walk, much less run.
Wanda grunted in relief as the metal was taken
away. She was careful to show
no reaction as he unwound the tight fabric that constrained her 36D
breast.
“Why can’t I play some other part?” she growled struggling
to her feet. She was completely
nude now and couldn’t miss the fact that he was staring at
her. Absently she rubbed feeling
back into her breast.
“The part calls for a witch.” He said putting her to one
side. “You could hardly
play young virginal Dorothy.”
“I beg your pardon!”
Wanda shouted.
“Do not pretend with me
young woman.” Masters said leaving her for a moment as he put the costume
into a glass and put it into the sink.
He filled the glass up with water and added a bit of
soap. “I have been with
many supervillain’s for many years and they tend to
talk. You, The Wasp and especially the She-Hulk have been raped
at least a hundred times over.”
“Those are lies.” Wanda
growled.
“All of them?” he
demanded
.
Wanda didn’t reply and he
picked her up.
“I thought
so.” The Puppet Master
said carrying her across the room.
As usual his fingers moved up and down her
body. Wanda squirmed despite
her determination to stay still.
“You don’t have to worry about that at least not
now.”
No, just you groping me every
chance you get, Wanda thought as he carried her to the Victorian doll house
that had become her home. The dollhouse stood on a table in the center of the
room. Cut in half it had five
stories. On the top floor was
an attic, bellow that a bedroom.
The next floor held two empty rooms and a
bathroom. The bottom floor had
a library, kitchen and dinning room.
The basement held a complete dungeon as well as a small furnace and
a small storage room. Everything
in the house worked, from the bathroom to the
kitchen. Even the books in the library were complete and perfectly
readable. Each of the books
was a Victorian era novel or monograph none written later than
1897. Wanda had started to read
them out of pure boredom and was surprised at how good they were.
The Puppet Master put Wanda on the second floor and she walked into
the bathroom and closed the door.
It was the only privacy she was allowed.
“You have two hours until I put you to bed.” He
said.
Wanda didn’t say anything but ran the water long enough to get
it hot. Then she started the
bath and turned to the sink to wash off the wax-like make-up that concealed
her features. Two hours was
enough time to bathe, eat and read a
bit. The field that the Puppet
Master turned on every night worked directly on the sleep center of her
brain. There was literally
frustratingly no way she could stay awake.
Her face done and the bath ready
Wanda settled into the tub.
Quietly she eased her mind into a meditative
state. Dr. Doom’s mental
conditioning prevented her from using her powers to the fullest degree, but
he had left her some of them.
Wanda had been deeply meditating, working on a spell that might
work. Each day she had meditated while pretending to relax in
the tub.
The problem however was not escaping; it was where to escape
too. She had no idea where the
Puppet Master’s workshop was.
The children she entertained didn’t have New York accents and
for all Wanda knew she could be stuck in a rural
community. Once she got out
of the workshop she would still be ten inches tall and naked.
Ten inches tall (or long) was
about the perfect size prey for a fox or an owl.
A sharp rap on the door startled Wanda out of her
meditation.
“What?” she said.
In response the tiny door opened and the face of the Puppet Master
filled the doorway. Wanda instinctively shrank into the
tub.
“I have these for you.” He said putting a small razor, pair
of scissors, a can of shaving cream and another of depilatory foam onto the
floor.
“Thanks.” Wanda said.
“Your next roll will involve showing more skin.” The Puppet
Master said. “So shave
all of your hair bellow the neck.
I’ll give you an extra half hour to do
it.”
With that he closed the door.
Getting out of the tub Wanda wrapped a towel around herself and examined
the items. They were store
bought. Did Dr. Doom have a
shrinking ray as well as the Pym’s
gas? On the bottom of the shaving
cream Wanda found a price tag.
“Carter’s Pharmacy 89 cents.”
Looking on the depilatory foam Wanda found another price
tag.
“Imogenes’ Cosmetics Jetmore Kansas.
1.29”
“Kansas!” Wanda smiled.
She was in a small town in
Kansas. Realizing that the Puppet
Master had made his first mistake Wanda began to plan even as she
shaved.
“Bed time.” The Puppet Master
said.
Wanda looked up from the newspaper she was
reading. After shaving she had
wrapped herself in a towel and gone down to the
library. Wanda had found a stack
of London Times from January 1897 under a dictionary and started reading
them. She had been so engrossed
by a report on a jailbreak from Fleet Street she hadn’t heard
him. Masters was wearing a beaten up robe and carrying a glass
of milk. It was his normal nightly
appearance.
“Alright.” She said putting down the paper and standing
up. With a sigh she removed
the towel and stood naked before him.
This was one of the Puppet Masters
rules. She was to sleep
naked. In fact it had been an
argument to keep the towel while she
read. He was taking no chances
with ‘superheroine tricks’ as he called
them. Wanda suspected he had
other reasons.
“You didn’t shave.” The Puppet Master
accused.
“Yes I did.” Wanda said raising her
arms.
“I said everything bellow the neck.”
“What?” Suddenly the Avenger realized what he
meant. “Go to
hell!”
“Shave the hair between your legs.” He
ordered.
“Forget it!”
Masters picked up the ruler he used to spank her.
“Shave.”
“No! You can spank me until my ass glows in the dark I’m
not shaving there!”
“Then I will shave you.” He said picking her
up.
The shrunken Scarlet Witch squirmed punched and even managed to bite
the Puppet Master as he carried her to the
workbench. He set her down but
then the battle was truly joined.
Wanda wouldn’t stay still even as he put her wrist into small
vices. No matter how tight he made them, even when she cried
out in pain and he thought her secured, the Scarlet Witch freed herself and
grabbed at the Xacto-knife he was trying to
use. A dozen times she was nearly
cut but Wanda was too mad to care.
The curses flowed freely between them.
Finally he stopped. The
Puppet Master breathed heavily, his face
flushed. Wanda breathed just
as heavily and her face was similarly red.
“We shall see about this in the morning.” He said picking
her up. As he did so his robe
fell open and Wanda glimpsed his erect penis.
“You pervert you enjoyed that!” she
shouted.
“Shut up!” Masters
growled. He carried her over
to the doll house and threw her on to the
bed. Wanda had a second view
of his manhood before sleep claimed her.
The next day Wanda woke ready for battle, but no battle
came. Her hands flew to her
crotch suspecting that the Puppet Master had shaved her as she
slept. But her full red bush
was still there. Masters said
nothing of the night before, but instead put her into a plastic
tube. Wanda remembered the tube
and was expecting to smell chloroform, but there was
none. Once she was inside he
closed the lid tightly. He then walked into the teleportation closet, turned on
his holographic doppelganger and then activated the
teleport. A split second later
they materialized in the room where Janet had brought
Wanda. Wanda saw her robot double
standing next to Janet. Only
her robot self had undergone some
changes. Instead of her old
costume, the robot wore one of Janet’s
creations. Tight red bell-bottom
pants, open toed sandals and a fringed red leather halter-top combined with
a red head band to give a 1960’s
impression. Her normaly curly
hair was straight though still auburn in
color. Wanda felt her anger
rising as she noticed that the halter revealed more of her breast than she
liked.
“What the hell am I wearing?” The Scarlet Witch
exclaimed.
“You have been wearing many different costumes these last two
months.” Dr. Doom said walking into the
room. “A side effect of
the Scarlet Robot’s programming to stay closer to the
Wasp.”
“Months!”
Doom ignored her and turned to the Wasp.
“You have her?”
“Yes master.” Janet said holding up a tube like the one
Wanda was held in. Inside was
a small figure with red hair.
“Natasha!” Scarlet shouted recognizing the Black
Widow.
“Prepare her.” Doom ordered.
Masters moved to comply. He
put Wanda down on the table, setting the tube into a clamp so that she
couldn’t move it. Then he lifted the small nude woman out of the tube and
placed her into the same chair Wanda had
occupied. For nearly an hour
Wanda seethed with frustration as her friend underwent the same
ordeal. The process did not
go smoothly. Frequently Doom
and the Puppet Master were forced to halt the machine and adjust
it. Natasha screamed out in
pain many times in Russian, English and something that sounded like German,
but never truly regained consciousness.
“Stop it!” Wanda
shouted. “Can’t you
see this is killing her?”
“It is doing nothing of the sort.” Dr. Doom
said. “Though it is causing
her some pain. We are merely
encountering chemical resistance to our mind
probes. No doubt a side effect of her Soviet
training. Now be silent, or
you may cause her death by distracting us.”
Wanda bit her lip and stayed silent as the Black Widow alternately
screamed and sobbed. It took hours before the process was complete and the
Widow Robot stood in front of Dr. Doom getting
instructions.
“You will form a strong partnership with Spiderman.” Doom
said. “Take extreme care
that his spider sense does not detect
you. If it does revert to program
L.”
“Yes Master.” The Black Widow Robot said taking the robe
that the Puppet Master handed her.
“Doom I want to talk to you!” Wanda shouted after Jan and
the robot left.
“I have little time and less inclinations to here the petitions
of prisoners.” Doom said making an adjustment to the mind copying
machine.
“Even prisoners deserve humane treatment.” Wanda said
coldly.
“What do you mean?”
“That pervert” Wanda pointed at Masters “wants me to
shave between my legs.”
“Really.”
“I may be a prisoner but I’ll be damned if I’m going
to be a sex doll!”
“Explain this.” Doom ordered turning to the Puppet
Master. The small man blanched
and swallowed heavily.
“The son of the chief of police was one of the children at her
last performance.” The Puppet Master
said. “The chief was with
him and he has a liking for small women.
I had to promise him a private performance of her doing a vaudeville
strip tease. The man is not
an idiot if he sees a puppet with pubic hair he’ll know it’s
real. I can’t turn him
down, my parole could be in danger.”
“I understand.” Dr. Doom said.
“Wait a minute” Scarlet said worried about the agreeable
tone in Doom’s voice.
“Vaudeville strippers never showed anything bellow the waist
or above it for that matter. They
wore G-Strings and tassels pasted onto their
nipples.”
“You seem to know much of the era.” Dr. Doom
said.
“I know enough to know that I’m not shaving.” Wanda
said hoping he wouldn’t question why she knew so
much.
“This is reasonable and correct.” Dr. Doom said.
“But master…”
The Puppet Masters voice died quickly as the armored monarch turned
to him.
“I side with her on this matter.” Dr. Doom said his voice
causing ice to form on the windows.
“Yes master.” Phillip Masters said.
“Return with both heroines to your house and await further
instructions.” Doom said handing the Puppet Master the glass tube with
an unconscious Natasha inside.
“The Scarlet Witch will perform for this person, but you are
not to leave her alone with him and you will watch her closely for any attempt
at communication.”
“Yes master.” Masters said
again. He picked up Wanda’s
tube and walked into the teleport closet.
Wanda looked at the slumped form of the Black Widow and wondered if
she had scored any sort of victory.
…To be
continued.
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