The Scarlet Puppet

Part 4

By

Skytower

            Wanda Maximoff had known Natasha Romanoff for many years. The Scarlet Witch and the Black Widow were not in any sense a team, but their relation ship was firm. Wanda always admired and almost envied her friend. The Widow had no powers really, just a few gadgets. But she faced nearly any situation with calm resolve and determination.

            The persona of Nancy Rushman was altogether different. She moved jerkily, clinging close to Wanda as they climbed the stairs. They were both naked and the stairs they climbed were not in a normal house. The stairs were in a Victorian dollhouse, a playhouse that had been cut in half. Both Wanda and Nancy fit the house, each being around 12 inches tall. The previous night Natasha Romanoff had attacked Wanda and the Scarlet Witch, almost powerless thanks to Dr. Doom, had nearly died. Luck had carried her through the fight. Wanda had fastened Natasha to a torture rack and then had endured the attentions of Phillip Masters, the Puppet Master. Wanda had passed out and woken up to Nancy Rushman screaming for help. Somehow the persona of Natasha Romanoff had been replaced. Wanda suspected it was a result of Dr. Doom’s mind scan. Natasha was a former Soviet spy and her blood had absorbed many drugs to protect her from such things.

            "Spiderman." Wanda said.

            "What?" Nancy asked looking around quickly.

            "Nothing." Wanda said.

            This had happened before. Wanda remembered an evening in Avengers Mansion. Spiderman had a standing invitation at the mansion and he often took advantage of it to raid the pantry. Wanda suspected that whoever Spiderman was in his civilian life he was not a wealthy person. The way he piled food into his mouth spoke of borderline poverty.

            They had talked and the conversation turned to the recent events on the SHIELD helicopter. Spiderman told her about the Black Widow’s torture at the hands of Viper and her retreat into the Nancy Rushman persona. From what he let on and the sound of longing in his voice Spiderman cared, or could have cared for Nancy had not Natasha’s personality revived.

            I know now how he felt, Wanda thought. Her own love, the Vision, would never be the same again.

            "Here we go." Wanda said opening the door to the bathroom. With an effort of will she pushed the thoughts of the Vision out of her mind.

            "Can’t he see us?" Nancy asked looking over her shoulder.

            "Not even if he was here." Wanda said walking into the room. She drew back a curtain revealing a toilet. "At least not here."

            "Oh." Nancy turned red.

            "I’ll wait outside." Wanda said.

            "No!" Nancy said grabbing her arm. "That’s ok."

            She went behind the curtain and drew it after her. Wanda bent over and turned on the water for the bathtub. Unspoken though it was they both new the sound of the water filling the tub would cancel out any sound Nancy might make. Once it was warm Wanda put in a few bath salts and let it fill.

            "You’re going to take a b-bath?" Nancy asked stuttering slightly. She had pulled back the curtain and walked out.

            "In a minute." Wanda said striding past her. "Don’t let it overflow." She said drawing the curtain.

            "Together?" Nancy asked as Wanda stepped into the tub. She stood there looking as if Wanda were some dangerous criminal. Nancy wasn’t as full figured as Wanda. Her breasts though firm were small enough to be covered by one arm while her hand cupped the hair between her legs.

            "We both need one." Wanda said patiently. Taking a ribbon she tied up her curly brown hair. "And I don’t know how much time we’ll have before he comes back."

            It was two half-truths. They both did need to clean up. Natasha’s torture had left her body covered in sweat and the fight had covered them both with dirt and dust. Then there was Wanda’s encounter with the Puppet Master. That had left her covered with more than dust and dirt. Also Wanda knew no better way to calm someone down than with a warm bath. She handed another ribbon to Nancy and stepped into the tub.

            "Well… I guess…" Nancy reluctantly tied up her long dark copper color hair. Then stepped into the bath and drew her knees up to her chin.

            You could at least thank me for taking the tap end, Wanda thought. She suppressed the thought but the irritation remained.

            "Why am I here?" Nancy blurted out.

            "I don’t know." Wanda said. As casually as she could she took the sponge and started to run it over her shoulders and neck. The nearly hot water felt good against her skin. "You must have something to do with Dr. Doom’s plan."

            "But what?" Nancy hugged herself tighter. "I’m not important to anything. I’m just a school teacher."

            "Tell me about yourself." Wanda suggested. "Maybe we can figure it out from there."

            "Well, my name is Nancy Rushman, I’m a teacher, English lit, I… I… I can’t remember." She looked at Wanda and panic was growing in her eyes. "Why can’t I remember."

            "Calm down." Wanda said. She was beginning to realize just how opposite Nancy Rushman and Natasha Romanoff were. "Most likely it’s due to the shrinking process."

            "Oh. Do you know who you are?"

            Wanda handed her the sponge and turned around.

            "Here. Do my back and tell me what you remember, anything. I’m a mutant, it doesn’t effect me the same way."

            "Well…" Nancy took the sponge and began to move it in circles around Wanda’s shoulders. "I teach English Literature, I bake… I’m a good cook. I taught home economics once, one of the students couldn’t cook to save his life."

            "What was his name?"

            "Name?" Nancy paused.

            "His name." Wanda said turning around.

            For a few seconds panic built in Nancy’s eyes once more and Wanda was afraid she had gone too far.

            "Nick!" Nancy said suddenly. Nick Fury!"

            Well she had one thing right, Nick Fury director of SHEILD couldn’t cook. It was a start anyway. Somewhere inside Nancy Rushman Natasha Romanoff was intact.

            "Turn around, let me do your back." Wanda said.

            "Me!" Nancy nearly squeaked. "No, that’s ok, really."

            "Turn around." Wanda said firmly. "We need to be clean and I won’t bite."

            "Ok."

            Nancy turned around and did her best to turn herself into a tight ball. Her shoulder and back muscles stood out as she tensed them, erasing any doubt in Wanda’s mind that this wasn’t the Black Widow. Teachers just didn’t have muscles like that.

            "Tell me more about your other students." Wanda said softly stroking Nancy’s back.

            For the next hour Wanda slowly calmed Nancy down. The other woman drew names and personalities from Natasha’s mind and turned them into students, friends, bosses or boyfriends. As she talked, she relaxed and leaned back in the tub resting her back against Wanda’s chest. It wasn’t a seduction. Not quite anyway. Wanda, despite some malicious stories on the internet, was not gay. But she had known both male and female love in her career as an Avenger, mostly due to some nefarious mind control. She had learned that physical intimacy was the best way to calm someone down.

            Wanda had no intention of taking it any further though, no matter how her body felt. Besides she had been sponging clean Nancy’s breast for ten minutes, lingering on the red nipples, and had gotten no physical reaction at all. It was another indication of how far Natasha’s personality was submerged. The Black Widow could and did love both man and woman.

            "Thank you." Nancy said pulling away from her. She turned to face Wanda. "Just talking was helpful. I feel better now. But I still don’t know why I’m here. You’re a superhero, so why can’t you save us?

            "Dr. Doom reduced me in power as he reduced me in stature." Wanda said, trying hard not to show the irritation she felt at Nancy’s question.

            "Oh. So your helpless too?"

            "We’re not helpless." Wanda said.

            "Yes you are." Said the Puppet Master.

            Nancy screeched and dropped up to her neck in the water to cover herself.

            "How long have you been there?" Wanda demanded whirling around. Unlike Nancy she stood up naked and un-afraid.

            "Not long." He said reaching over her. Nancy screamed as he took hold of her arm and pulled her out of the tub. Wanda gritted her teeth but did nothing as the Puppet Master held Nancy by one arm. Water dripped off of her smooth skin and she frantically tried to cover her breast and pussy with only one arm.

            "Let me go!" Nancy pleaded.

            "Not until we get something clear." Phillip Masters said. He took her other arm and pulled it straight. Nancy hung there completely exposed and helpless. "I rule here. If you make me mad you’ll pay." He brought the diminutive woman up to his face. "Do you understand?"

            "Yes!"

            "Yes what?"

            "Yes master?"  

            "What a bully." Wanda whispered.

            "Good." The Puppet Master said returning her to the tub. Nancy collapsed into a ball sobbing with fear and Wanda put her arms around the other woman. "Tomorrow we will start rehearsals. Nancy can play Dorothy."

            If Wanda had any thoughts that companionship would lessen the frustration of captivity they were soon erased. She wasn’t sure where the Soviets had gotten the model for Nancy Rushman’s personality but she would have wagered good money it was from the "Betty Crocker Happy Homemaker manual. Copyright 1955."

            Nancy went through the same costume dressing and undressing as Wanda did, with some extra taping around her bust to make her appear more girl-like. But she went through it screaming in panic each time. The Puppet Master enjoyed her fear. He lost no opportunity to scare Nancy almost to death.

And for some reason Nancy’s continued panic was driving Wanda nuts.

Wanda had never really agreed with her father, Magneto, that human’s were a lesser species. She had always argued that they had inner strength. That they wouldn’t serve without complaint if enslaved. Nancy seemed to be doing her best to prove her father right. Though not obsequious about it she treated the Puppet Master as if he was some ancient king. Any mention of escape filled her face with fear.

"But he’d hurt us." She said when Wanda brought it up.

"He’s hurting us now." Wanda pointed out. They had just finished a performance and were in the bathtub. Red marks ran all over their bodies.

"But it could get worse." Nancy insisted.

After that she refused to discuss escape. Her attitude infuriated Wanda. She was constantly on the lookout for any escape. In fact she had a plan that would have worked with the Black Widow. But not with Nancy. There was more as well. Nancy was a great cook, so much so that Wanda had started to gain weight. This was bothering her not because she was vain, but because it was an indication of how much time was passing. Wanda was worried that when she did escape it would be too late.

Nancy loved to read aloud and would talk endlessly on romantic novels Wanda had never read. When the Puppet Master let them alone she was perky, when he was around she was panicky.

Above all else there was Wanda’s increasing desire for Nancy’s body. Or for anybody. Her sexual desires had started growing that first night with Nancy in the bathtub and they showed no sign of slacking off. The fact that they bathed together (the Puppet Master had claimed a water shortage, Wanda suspected he had a hidden camera trained on the tub) and spent nearly all their free time naked only made the situation worse.

            She couldn’t even masturbate. The Puppet Master still used the sleep field. Within seconds of being put into the bed Wanda was forced to sleep. That he used it continuously and ignored Doom’s orders not to use it so much worried Wanda. During the day Nancy never let her alone for more than 5 minutes.        

            "Nancy." Wanda asked as they were in the tub one night. "All those romance novels, any of them ever cover two women in love?"          

            "Yes." Nancy replied, somewhat surprised. She reached around and rubbed the sponge around Wanda’s breast. Wanda took a deep breath as her body responded. "In The Perils of the Sword Coast Nina and Mina were twin sisters who shared an intense friendship."

            "Friendship." Wanda repeated.

            "What else could there be between two women?"

            Wanda looked over her shoulder tried not to grown as she saw the look of innocent puzzlement on Nancy’s face.

            "Yea, what else." She said sighing. Wanda got up out of the tub and began to dry herself off. Nancy looked puzzled until she heard the door to the cellar open. Quickly she got out of tub and dried herself.

            The Puppet Master eyed the two women a few minutes later. Wanda stood with her hands at her side, giving him a frank open stare. Nancy blushed and tried to cover herself.

            "I will not be using the sleep field tonight." He said. "Lord Doom has told me not to. Do not try anything."

            "We won’t master." Nancy said quickly.

            "What could we try?" Wanda asked giving her an acid look.

            The Puppet Master chuckled and put each of them into their own bed. Wanda settled into the bed without a word. Nancy screamed.

            I’d like to make her scream, Wanda thought. Soon the room was plunged into darkness as their captor went back upstairs and turned off the light.

            As soon as the lights went out Wanda’s hands reached up to her breast. As she brushed her fingers against her nipples Wanda felt her body respond. Pleasure flooded through her.

            "Good night Wanda." Nancy called.

            "Good night." Wanda growled back her voice showing at last the irritation she felt.

            "Are you alright?" Nancy called again.

            "Fine." Wanda replied trying to keep her voice steady as one hand reached between her legs.

            "Wanda are you mad at me?" Nancy asked.

            Wanda squeezed her eyes shut and fought for the control that was rapidly slipping away.

            "No. I’m not mad at you."

            "Oh."

            Wanda pinched her breast with one hand while the other reached inside her vagina and began to stroke the sides. Her fingers were slippery and she tried to picture the Vision with his firm and precise fingers. For an android he had been an incredible lover. Precise, controlled…

            "Are you sure you’re not mad at me?" Nancy called out. Wanda could tell from her voice she was coming up the stairs.

            "Oh demons of hell!" Wanda hissed. She didn’t stop. Her fingers had found her clitoris and tremors of energy surged through her body as she massaged it.

            "I mean I know I’m not a superhero." Nancy said. She was at the doorway. In the dim yellow light of a streetlight barely let in through the dirty cellar window, Wanda could see her outline. "I know I’m not strong like you. But…"

            "Nancy, come here for a moment." Wanda ordered. Both hands were now between her legs and she was rolling her clitoris between them as if it was a piece of dough.

            "Ok." Nancy said. "Are you lonely… or scared? Do you want me to sleep with you?"

            "Not exactly." Wanda said. Nancy was right by the bed now and she grabbed the other woman and pulled her down. Nancy cried out and Wanda silenced her with a kiss. It was the kiss she had wanted to give Nancy for a long time and the Scarlet Witch was not going to be denied.

            Using her leverage and Nancy’s surprise Wanda pulled the other woman on top of her and rolled them over. Taking Nancy’s hands Wanda guided them between her legs and into her vagina.

            "Wanda!" Nancy cried when Wanda stopped kissing her for a moment.

            "Just move your hand to the soft spot." Wanda ordered guiding Nancy’s fingers to her clitoris. The feel of the other woman’s fingers on her most sensitive spot electrified Wanda.

            "But…"

            Wanda’s kiss silenced the other woman.

            For the next few minutes they wrestled in near silence. Nancy squirmed and tried to protest but Wanda’s passion would brook no rebellion. She ground her breast into Nancy’s and then kissed and sucked the other woman’s breast. Nancy kept doing what she ordered, massaging and squeezing Wanda’s clitoris.

            The Scarlet Witch was moments away from climax when the Puppet Master turned on the lights. In shock Wanda looked up to see him standing there, a small puppet of her held in his hand.

            "Not my sex doll eh?" He asked chuckling.

            It all became clear to her. He had been subtly harassing her, using the doll to control her as he controlled Jan. With a scream that was both a release of sexual frustration and an expression of mental frustration the Scarlet Witch climaxed. It lasted an eternity, then she fell on top of Nancy. Exhausted, sweating, spent.

            "Oh." Nancy said in wonderment. After a few minutes she said it again. "Oh."

            "I’m sorry Nancy." Wanda said rolling off of her. She couldn’t get her breath back.

            A chime interrupted them and the Puppet Master strode to a phone set against the wall. He set the Wanda doll onto the workbench and Wanda felt control return to her body and mind. She had no time to do anything with either though. When he turned back there were two tubes in his hands.

"We have been summoned." The Puppet Master said taking Nancy and putting her into a tube.

            Wanda wanted to tell herself it couldn’t get any worse, but she knew it could. She watched as Nancy was stuffed screaming into a plastic tube. Wanda did and said nothing as she was put into a similar tube.

 

To be continued…       

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