The Scarlet
Puppet
Part 7
By Skytower
Wanda Maximoff was beginning to have a very healthy respect for Barbie
dolls. Growing up as a gypsy Wanda’s childhood dolls had all been hand
made cloth. Raggedy-Anns with button eyes. Never had she owned one of the
plastic embodiments of perkiness. But as she and the Black Widow were thrown
around the small compartment they traveled in, Wanda swore that she would
buy one as soon as she could. She wasn’t sure why, the impulse just
leapt into her mind and stayed with her.
"Look out!" Natasha shouted as another bump launched her into the
air and onto Wanda’s back. Wanda felt the breath forced from her lungs
as the Black Window’s weight landed on her. Before either of them could
do anything another bump sent them both tumbling head over heals and slamming
into the wall. Stunned both the mutant and the spy collapsed into a
heap.
The trip hadn’t looked good when Johny Watson, smuggler and probable
bandit had tossed them into his motorcycle saddlebag. The roar of his engine
deafened the shrunken heroines. The fumes from the engine nearly choked them
to death and the first bump he ran into had started their brutal unwilling
ballet.
"If we don’t stop soon," Wanda gasped out, her face partially
covered by Natasha’s stomach, "there won’t be enough left us to
enlarge."
There of course was the main problem the heroines had. Taken unawares
by a mind controlled Wasp Wanda, Natasha and Sue Richards had been shrunk
to just under 12 inches tall. At that size and with their powers gone due
to Dr. Doom’s mental influencing they were helpless against nearly
everyone.
The cycle hit another bump and when Wanda and Natasha landed this
time Wanda found her face directly between Natasha’s legs. She was glad
her blush didn’t show in the darkness of the saddlebag. She started
to scramble away only to have another bump thrust her forward. Her nose skimmed
across Natasha’s rough pubic hair and she was actually grateful when
the next bump kept her going. Wanda’s body glided along Natasha’s
stopping only when their breasts touched.
"I have an idea." Natasha said. Reaching over she grabbed a corner
of the newspaper that Johny had thrown into the saddlebag. "Roll!"
Following Natasha’s order Wanda shifted her weight and the heroines
rolled to the left taking the paper with them. When they reached the other
side of the bag Wanda forced a hand up and grabbed hold of the bottle cap
of the beer Johny had thrown in as well. Wanda was now lying on top of Natasha,
one hand stuck down into the tube the newspaper had become, the other hanging
out of the tube and clutching desperately at the bottle cap of a bottle of
beer. She held on as the bike went over another bump. For a welcome change
both heroines didn’t go flying.
"Sorry." Wanda said. While she hadn’t gone flying she had lifted
up a little and then bounced back into the Black Widow’s body.
"It’s alright." Natasha said.
It wasn’t all right Wanda knew. Both of them were nude and their
positions heightened that fact. Wanda was still suffering the after effects
of the Puppet Master’s sex spell. The feel of Natasha’s body, her
breasts to Wanda’s breasts, her pussy to Wanda’s pussy, was
tantalizing. It was all Wanda could do not to kiss the other
woman.
"I hope this History place is not too far away." Natasha gasped out
as yet another bounce forced their bodies together.
Wanda said nothing as her body surged and stormed with desires that
were both maddeningly false and intoxicating.
Why can’t I ever get trapped this way with Captain America, she
wondered.
When Johny lifted the lid off of the saddlebag Wanda and Natasha were
still wrapped up in the newspaper.
"Hey girls." He said lifting them out and unraveling the paper. "Welcome
to History."
The heat of the desert day brought Wanda out of the semi-stupor she
had sunk into. Trapped within the newspaper it was only Natasha’s iron
grip on Wanda’s one free hand that had kept her from masturbating either
of them. Even so she could feel the moisture between her legs and she sensed
Natasha’s arousal as well. She looked up, hoping Johny wouldn’t
notice their halted passion, and gazed upon an abnormally. They were in a
small valley. A jagged whole cut into the desert floor. Standing in the whole
was a boat. A very large boat. It stood some 30 feet high and was at least
twice that in length. Made for cargo carrying it was wide in the center with
a rounded front and square end. Though there were mast there were no sails.
Around it was the skeletal structure of a dry-dock. On the bow of the boat
the word "History" was etched on a gold plate set between two
crosses.
"Nice ain’t it?" Johny said placing Wanda and Natasha on the
ground as he put the bike into a shed and locked it.
"What’s that doing here?" Natasha asked. Wanda barely heard her.
Another voice was talking in her head. Without a word or thought Wanda turned
and started walking away.
"Whoa girl." Johny said grabbing her and picking her
up.
"Must go… Puppet Master…" Wanda said, echoing the voice
in her head.
"I don’t think so little lady." Johny said. Wanda squirmed in
his grip, her legs moving as if she were walking. "Hold it!" Johny shouted
as the Black Widow started to edge off into the shadows of the great
ship.
Reaching into his saddlebag Johny pulled out a grey sock and forced
Wanda into it, all the time keeping his eye on Natasha. Pulling an elastic
band out of his pocket he double wrapped it around the sock, pinning
Wanda’s arms to her side, then he took another one and wrapped it around
her neck. It was a snug fit and felt like a slightly too small turtleneck
sweater. Through it all Wanda’s legs kept moving as only one thought
was allowed into her head. Even when Johny set her back down on the ground
and reached for Natasha Wanda kept squirming, moving across the desert sand
like some auburn haired caterpillar.
"Lively ain’t she?" Johny said putting Wanda down on a table.
Immediately she started to squirm and twist her way over to the edge of it.
"Not to bright." He observed picking her up and holding her down in the center.
Putting Natasha down Johny picked up a staple-gun and fastened the toe end
of the sock to the table. Wanda crawled and squirmed, stretching the fabric
but only to a point. Then she was held like some pet on a leash. It didn’t
matter to Wanda though. She kept struggling to her knees, then trying to
walk only to trip as the sock stopped stretching.
"She is under the control of the Puppet Master." Natasha said. "He
is trying to retrieve us."
"And failing." Johny said.
They were in a room in the ship, one filled with old woodworking tools
and scrap lumber. Wanda had been set on a large workbench. Light from a modern
lamp filled the room. Aside from the lamp there was a telephone, an imac
and another workbench filled with chemical equipment. Taking Natasha Johny
left Wanda alone. While he was gone Wanda stressed every muscle to the breaking
point and beyond, but the sock would not tear and the elastic bands gave
only so much. Still she kept at it, ignoring the pain she was causing her
body.
Johny came in a few minutes later, carrying a large birdcage. Natasha
was in the cage. The cage was 3 feet tall with black iron bars decorated
with silver leaves. Individual cells were set up and down it’s length,
each with a swinging perch, mirror, water and food dish. Johny put the cage
on the table next to Wanda.
"Still at it huh?" He asked.
"Must go…" Wanda whispered.
"Doubt it." Johny said. "You two stay put while I take a shower."
With that he left.
Five minutes later the voice in Wanda’s head suddenly stopped.
Without that obsession the mutant’s tired body simply went limp. It
was all Wanda could do to make herself roll over on to her back. With her
mind back she could feel and smell again. The sock was dirty, scratchy and
from the smell of it had not been washed in her lifetime.
"How do you feel?" Natasha asked.
"Don’t ask." Wanda said. For the first time she became aware
of her surroundings and some of her memory of the ship came back to her.
"We’re really in a boat aren’t we?"
"Yes."
"In the middle of the desert?"
"Yes."
Wanda looked at her and herself for a moment.
"Live the glamorous life of a superheroine." She whispered scornfully.
"At least he could have used a clean sock!"
"He did clean the cage." Natasha pointed out.
Wanda sighed and looked at her. Natasha was on one of the perches,
swinging gently back and forth. For some reason Wanda was reminded of the
"Girl on the red velvet swing". Truthfully Natasha did look alluring. She
swung evenly moving her legs back and forth. Each swing gave Wanda a glimpse
of the soft hair between Natasha’s legs. Wanda didn’t even realize
the voice in her head had started to shout once more. Her eyes fixed on the
Black Widow the Scarlet Witch crawled toward the cage, only to be stopped
a few inches from the bar. Lust roared through Wanda’s being and her
own hands, free inside the sock, roamed over the lower part of her body as
she gazed at Natasha.
"Man it feels good to get clean again." Johny said walking into the
room. His hair was still damp and he wore only a towel. His voice distracted
Wanda for a moment and she looked at him. Johny’s body wasn’t a
large weightlifters, it was more like a martial artist, with each muscle
standing out in stark relief against his well-tanned skin. Without his sunglasses
his brown eyes seemed to shine. In Wanda’s lust filled mind the man
was Adonis. With a violent heave that nearly tore the sock she lunged at
him, forgetting all about the Black Widow.
"What’s with her?" Johny asked.
"The Puppet Master still controls her mind." Natasha said. "Since
she will not come when he calls the man seeks to drive her mad with
lust."
"She’s horny." Johny said bending down. He smiled at Wanda’s
frantic efforts to get to him. "You horny honey?"
"Please…" Wanda cried out her voice lower than
normal.
Johny laughed and stood up once more. Then he opened his
towel.
"You want some of this?"
Natasha gasped out loud. Wanda made sounds of another sort. The sight
of a penis half her size and growing sent Wanda’s lust filled mind into
overdrive. With a primal growl she tore through the sock, bit through the
elastic bands and scurried on her hands and knees to the edge of the
table.
"Whoa there horny honey." Johny said picked her up by the ankles.
"If your going to do this we should do it right." Laughing he walked out
of the room, holding Wanda upside-down as he walked. Casually he dangled
her just out of reach of his manhood, driving the lust-crazed mutant toward
near insane levels of desire. She growled and clawed the air desperately
with her hands.
Turning a corner Johny walked into the room he shared with Holmes.
A great brass bed lay against one wall. At each corner of the bed were leather
restraints. Next to the bed was a small fridge and at the other end was a
36 inch tv. Taking a beer out of the fridge Johny put it down on a small
shelf above the bed. Then he picked up a remote and turned on the tv. For
a moment the screen was blank, then it came to life showing an overhead view
of the bed.
"She ain’t gonna believe this unless I tape it." He said pushing
a button. A vcr under the tv came to life and started recording. Johny smiled
as he laid down, still keeping Wanda just beyond reach. Lying back against
the pillow he changed the channel on the tv until a football game appeared.
"Ok Dallas!" he shouted. With one hand he opened the bottle of beer. Then
he spread his legs and casually threw Wanda between them.
Like some Tasmanian Devil Wanda charged up between his legs attacking
his penis in a whirl of arms, legs, teeth and hair. She grabbed it and used
her whole body trying to make it hard and long. She dug her toes into the
hairs to give herself traction as she grabbed the rim of the head to boost
herself up.
"Hey horny honey, we got the same size head." Johny said taking a
gulp from the beer bottle.
Wanda ignored him and started to kiss and lick the head of his penis.
Even as she was doing that her legs wrapped around it and squeezed to keep
her on it. It never occurred to Wanda to try to swing herself around and
come at the member from the other side, where she could have stood on his
stomach. The part of Wanda that could have formed that kind of plan was too
deep in an ocean of passion to have any influence. So she took hold of the
rim in her hands and squeezed with all her might, her fingers digging into
the soft flesh and causing Johny to moan in pleasure. Every so often she
used her legs to keep her close to the head, scooting back up when she started
to sink down. Her powerful legs gave him even more pleasure. At times she
kicked hard enough to give him pause, but Johny would only take another gulp
from the bottle. Soon his member was fully erect and Wanda’s weight
slowly forced it down parallel to Johny’s body. Groaning with pleasure
the smuggler rolled his hips back and forth forcing Wanda to hold on even
harder or be thrown off. From the tip of his penis came a clear liquid that
reminded Wanda of Vodka. It didn’t taste anything like Vodka but it
was the greatest thing Wanda had ever tasted.
"Touchdown!" he shouted jumping up a little. The movement caused Wanda
to spin around the penis like a striper around a fireman’s pole. "Here
you go horny." Johny said pouring a little of the beer over himself and her.
Wanda ignored the beer as it soaked her hair and ran down her body. The white
fluid beginning to flow from Johny’s penis was more than enough to satisfy
her. She bit into it forcing her face so close at times her teeth bit into
his flesh. Her hands gripped his penis as if she were taking someone by the
throat to strangle them. Johny’s body began to rock with passion and
Wanda lost her grip for a moment. Recovering quickly she grabbed the rim
of the head of his penis and was about to resume licking when Johny came.
The impact of his sperm hit Wanda fully in the chest and launched her head
over heals into the air. Wanda sailed in a none-to-graceful arc over his
head and the last thing she saw was Johny’s face twisted in pleasure.
She could tell from his sigh that his lust was quenched. But hers was not.
Wanda knew instinctively that she would now be tossed aside while he watched
the rest of the football game. The Scarlet Witch growled, her body overflowing
with raw ardor. The growl turned into a scream of frustration that was stilled
as her head hit the brass bar and darkness claimed her.
To be continued…
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