The Scarlet Puppet
Part 3
By Skytower
The Puppet Master set Wanda and the semi-conscious Black Widow down in the library of the Victorian dollhouse. He was fuming with rage. Wanda had felt it while he carried them across the room. His fingers were tighter than normal and every so often flexed as if he wanted to squeeze her into paste. That he hadn’t done so was a testament to how much he feared Dr. Doom.
"How dare you complain to Doom of your treatment." He said
"I’m your captive, not your sex doll." Wanda replied coldly.
"You’re a puppet." He said bitterly. Walking over to a cabinet he pulled out a bottle of scotch and opened it. "We both are."
A moan diverted her attention and Wanda looked down to see the eyes of Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow flutter open. Scarlet and the Widow were alike physically. Both stood five feet seven inches (when not shrunk). Wanda was slightly heavier than the Widow who kept her body lithe and toned for the acrobatic moves that proved so useful in a fight. Wanda’s larger breast sported dark brown aureoles while Natasha’s were light pink. Wanda’s pubic hair was full and dark red while the Widow’s was copper and was only a single stripe. Natasha’s hair was also slightly lighter. Wanda’s face was softer where Natasha’s jaw line was square and resolute. For a moment her green eyes were clouded but then rage seemed to erupt from them. With a snarl the Black Widow lashed out with her feet and tripped the Scarlet Witch.
Taken completely by surprise Scarlet fell onto her back and the Widow was on her a split second later. She came down hard on Wanda’s stomach driving the air from her lungs. Straddling her Natasha grabbed Scarlet’s wrist and held them over her head.
"Who are you and where am I?" she demanded in a voice made even colder by her Russian accent.
"Natasha…"
The slap in the face caught Wanda off guard.
"Who are you?" the Black Widow demanded again returning her hand to task of holding Wanda’s wrist.
"It’s me Wanda."
"I don’t know you." Natasha said. She raised her head and started to look around. Even as she did so her grasp on Wanda’s wrist slackened. "Lenin’s Ghost." The former Soviet spy whispered as she looked out on the Puppet Master’s workshop.
"Natasha…" Wanda started only to be stopped by another slap to her face.
"What have you done to me?"
"She only did what I asked." The Puppet Master said standing now by the dollhouse. A half-filled glass was in his hand and a sick smile was on his face.
"You slime!" Wanda shouted. The Black Widow abruptly leapt to her feet pulling Wanda up with her. A savage knee found Wanda’s stomach. As she doubled over the Widow pulled both of Wanda’s arms behind her back and pushed her forward, riding Wanda into the floor. Wanda felt the air pushed out of her lungs again. The wood of the floor burned as her breasts were driven across it. A stabbing pain flowed from both shoulders as the Widow forced Wanda’s wrist up between her shoulder blades.
"I can not hurt him but I can hurt you." The Widow said. With a quick movement she flipped Wanda over onto her back and sat on her stomach. Wanda squirmed in pain as her arms were trapped under her. She tried to kick out but couldn’t get enough room. Reaching down Natasha took hold of each of Wanda’s breast and started to squeeze.
"Natasha…" Wanda pleaded.
"You will tell me what has happened." The Widow said. "For each answer I do not like, I will increase the pressure." She demonstrated by squeezing Wanda’s breast again. "Who are you?"
"Wanda Maximoff."
"Maximoff…" the Widow paused for a moment as if searching through a mental index file. Recognition came to her face and more pain to Wanda’s body as her grasp on her breast tightened. "Gypsy! So this is a gypsy trick?"
"No!" Wanda cried. "It was Doom!"
"Who!"
"Victor Von Doom the ruler of Latveria." Wanda cried out.
"Lies!" the Widow snarled leaning closer to her captive. "Rastala the 4th rules that pitiful little country." Cruelly the Black Widow took Wanda’s jaw in her hand and pushed it shut. "There is no use questioning a lying gypsy. Even if you told me the truth it would be a lie."
With one hand the Black Widow held Wanda’s mouth shut while the other pinched her nostrils. Wanda convulsed her body for all it was worth but she was still short of breath and the Black Widow had been trained to kill. She kicked desperately and wondered if the Puppet Master was going to let her die. He had his orders but if the Black Widow killed her…
Wanda went suddenly limp, relaxing every muscle in her body. For a minute the Widow held true and Wanda started to feel her mind slip away. With a great effort of will she held her body limp and refused to try to breathe. It worked and the Widow eased up on her grip.
Wanda surged up with her hips freeing her hands. When they were free she thrust them in front of Natasha’s face and cast what little bit of magical power she still had. A rainbow of colors punched into they eyes of the Black Widow and she fell off of the Scarlet Witch. Though every muscle in her body barely worked Wanda pulled herself to her knees and drove her shoulder into the Black Widows stomach. The Widow fell to her side gasping for air and Wanda rolled onto her and reached for the other woman’s throat. She found the nerve points she wanted and applied pressure. The Black Widow started to rise but slowly sank to the floor as the blood to her brain was cut off.
Wanda released the nerve hold and fell back gasping for air and hoping her friend wouldn’t recover quickly. She wasn’t certain of another victory. A slow drunken laugh caught her attention and she looked up to see the Puppet Master sitting on a stool. Wanda wasn’t sure what repelled her more, the sickening laugh or the bulge in his pants.
"I didn’t think you’d win." He said taking another drink.
Ignoring him Wanda examined the Black Widow. Her opponent was unconscious but the twitching of her body told Wanda she wouldn’t be out for long.
"The machine must have wiped out her memory." Wanda said. "Sent her back to her old Soviet training."
"An interesting side effect." Masters said. "Doom will be interested."
"I’m sure." Wanda said. "I can’t leave her free, not until I can talk to her. Can I have some string?"
"No."
"If she hurts me you’ll answer to Doom."
Another bit of drunken laughter turned Wanda’s stomach.
"I? I am not at fault. I merely left you alone with her for a short time, I had no idea the Black Widow would attack her friend."
Wanda bit back a curse and turned back to Natasha. She hated to do it but there was only one place to put her friend. Struggling to her feet she picked Natasha up in a fireman’s carry and took her down the stairs.
"Going to the dungeon?" The Puppet Master asked his voice slightly slurred.
"Yes. Why is there a dungeon I this place?"
"This house was owned by a sorcerer back in the Victorian era." Masters said leaning forward to watch her. The smell of scotch on his breath set Wanda’s teeth on edge. "For a price he’d reduce a clients enemies to this size and hold them prisoner. For a larger price he would question them."
Wanda grunted as she set Natasha down on the rack and strapped her wrist and ankles to the machine. It was the only practical choice. The chains on the wall would have made her stand and the spinning wheel and spike-chair were too cruel. Not taking any chances Wanda fastened more straps across her chest, stomach and legs. It was a hard thing to do to a friend, but the Black Widow was trained to get out of such things and Wanda was pretty sure who would win another fight. The constant chuckling of the Puppet Master made her feel dirty.
"Shut up!" she snapped.
"Oh, your mad now are you?" Masters said. Reaching in he took Wanda in his hand and held her. His other hand started to stroke her body. "You don’t look mad."
"Stop that!" Wanda shouted.
The Puppet Master ignored her and started to rub his finger between her legs. Wanda struggled but she couldn’t even get her arms close enough to try to block him. For long minutes he kept up the pressure while at the same time laughing. Then he stopped and reached for his drink again. Wanda sighed with relieve but it was short lived. With the same drunken laugh that had disgusted her before the Puppet Master turned her upside down and put her head into the glass. Submerged in the liquor Wanda swallowed three times before she could stop herself.
For the next few minutes the Puppet Master kept dunking Wanda as if she was a donut. Wanda tried to fight but was helpless and the more scotch found it’s way into her body the more helpless she became. Superheroines as a rule didn’t drink much, the consequences of a drunken heroine being too fearful. So Wanda wasn’t used to the amount of alcohol being forced into her body. All too soon her mind lost it’s self in a drunken haze. Emotions rampaged through the haze like an army through a village. When the Puppet Master started to stroke her pussy Wanda was in no shape to control her body. Soon his finger was damp, then wet and the Scarlet Witch was lost in an orgy of drunken lust.
Laughing the Puppet Master reached over to the workbench and picked up one of the toothbrushes he used for cleaning the wood. Now her torment became intense as the stiff bristles caught and tugged at her delicate pubic hair. With her mind lost in a drunken miasma Wanda welcomed the bristles. She reached up and took hold of the giant toothbrush. Back and forth, up and down, side-to-side, Wanda moved the brush in every direction she could think of. Grinding her body toward the ultimate release. She had forgotten about the Puppet Master and her shouted name caused her to look up.
He stood by the sleep switch, a sadistic smile on his face.
"NO!" Wanda shouted and tried to hurry her body toward its climax. The Puppet Master watched and waited. Waited until the last moment and then took Wanda’s waking mind from her.
Like a person who has missed a step the Scarlet Witch felt herself falling. She tried to scream in frustration but managed only a drunken moan.
Wanda woke with a pounding headache, hair that was glued to the pillow, a mouth that tasted like she had tried to eat the pillow and a sour hollow feeling in her stomach. None of that could have woken her. But Natasha screaming for help penetrated her sleeping mind with the ease of a hot spike through soft lead. She fell out of the bed and stumbled down the stairs.
"Help! Somebody! Please!"
By the time Wanda made it into the dungeon her mind cleared. There was something in the voice calling her Something in that voice that wasn’t the Natasha she knew nor even the cold-blooded killer Wanda had fought the night before. Suspecting a trap the Scarlet Witch paused at the doorway to the dungeon and looked down.
"Help! Please! Oh help!"
"Oh help?" Wanda whispered. That certainly didn’t sound like Natasha.
"Is someone there? Please, help!"
Puzzled Wanda walked carefully down the stairs. The Black Widow lay on the torture rack. But the expression on her face and the panic in her eyes wasn’t that of Natasha Romanoff.
"Who are you?" she pleaded tugging at her straps. "Please, let me go, I haven’t done anything to you."
"Calm down." Wanda said making no move to remove the captive woman’s restraints. "Who are you?"
"Nancy Rushman." The woman said looking around. Suddenly she saw something over Wanda’s shoulder and let out a full-throated scream. The scream boosted Wanda’s headache to a new height but she fought off the pain and whirled around.
"Interesting side effect." Phillip Masters said standing by the dollhouse. Wanda cursed herself for not hearing him. "I wonder how many people are in her head?"
"Quiet." Wanda said going over to Nancy’s side. She put her hand over the woman’s mouth and held it there until Nancy ran out of breath. "Screaming doesn’t do any good." Wanda said slowly.
"Especially not to someone with a hangover." Masters said.
"When I take away my hand don’t scream." Wanda told her trying to ignore him. Slowly she took her hand away.
"Who are you?" Nancy asked her voice now a terrified whisper. "Who is… What is he?"
"I am the Puppet Master."
"His name is Phillip Masters, mine is Wanda Maximoff."
"How am I… Why am I here? How did I get here? Why am I tied up?" Nancy’s volume level started to rise again. "Where are my cloths? Where are your cloths? Where…"
Wanda put her hand over Nancy’s mouth again. Behind her the Puppet Master started to laugh.
"Can you answer her questions Scarlet Witch? Can you keep her quiet long enough to try?"
"Will you give me some time alone with her?" Wanda snapped.
"I can give you all day." Masters said. "But only because I have company upstairs and Dr. Doom has ordered me not to use the sleep field as much as I have been."
Still laughing he walked back up the stairs and closed the door.
"Two rules." Wanda said to Nancy. "No more screaming and you do what I say. OK?"
Eyes wide with fright Nancy nodded and Wanda slowly took her hand away from the woman’s mouth.
"Are you hungry?" Wanda asked as she undid the straps. "Do you need to use a bathroom?"
"Uh… Yea."
"Come on." Wanda said taking her hand.
What can Wanda say to Nancy to explain this too her? Who is Nancy Rushman and where is the Black Widow? Who has Phillip Masters got upstairs?
…To be continued.
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