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Part One
Janet Van Dyne lay in bed, fuming. Henry Pym, her husband, had been in his lab when she told him she was going to retire. She wore a sheer lace teddy that had cost a pretty penny at Giraldi's on Fifth Avenue, and Hank had taken one look at her and said he'd be up in a couple of minutes. That was an hour ago, and she realised once again her status as his wife. Too close to the bottom of the totem pole. The man was still obsessed with his stupid projects.
When she first met him, she had been so impressed by his accomplishments. He had developed the discovery that allowed him to become Ant-Man, and also for her to become the Wonderful Wasp, world famous super-heroine. All the girls she had known as a teenager had been equals to her. She was rich, they were rich. But now she was better than they were, and she saw the envy in their eyes when they got together with her.
But now she saw the chinks in her husband's facade. Now she got to see how so many of his experiments were dismal failures. When the Avengers first formed, it became obvious that Ant-Man was totally out of his league among the other members. He had tried to upgrade his abilities by modifiying his serums to allow himself to be Giant-Man, but he had discovered that eventually was bad for his system. He had cut back his growth powers and now was working on a new persona that he was going to call Goliath, but she sensed that he was still worried about something not being right.
She finally heard the bedroom door and saw Hank come in. She glared at him, and he stopped with a start. "What?," he said. She snapped back. "I've been waiting over an hour up here for you!" He winced and his head visibly dropped a little into his shoulders. "Oh... I... the experiment began to develop... I lost track of the time... sorry." Hank got into bed and lay next to her. She would have rolled away and given him an idea how mad she was, but she had been looking forward to a sexual evening and was feeling the hunger in her loins. She turned towards him and ran her hands over his body. "Let's forget about that and have a night, honey!"
He kissed her breasts and his hand went to her crotch, and he could tell Jan was very horny tonight. She whispered, ""Oh! Oh, yes, let's do it..." Then he stopped, and turned away from her. She sat up and cried out. "Hank! What the hell??"
She found him hunched up and looking sad, like a little boy. She glanced down and saw that his cock lay limp. She was stunned. Hank wasn't a great lover, but had been at least adequate in their marraige. He mumbled something she barely heard. "It's a side effect from the new serum. I'm trying to find out what is causing it..."
Janet got out of bed and picked up the bed lamp from the side table. She screamed and threw it across the room, where it smashed into the wall. Turning back to her husband, in her rage she shouted at him. "You've been using something that had a side effect you didn't even tell me about? What about my serum? Is there a danger to me that you didn't tell me about?"
Hank shook his head furiously. "No, darling. Your potion is perfectly safe!" She laughed at him. "That's what you think. How can I trust you after finding this out? I'm taking it to Reed Richards tomorrow and having him check it. There's no telling what he might find when he analyzes it!" He got up quickly and grabbed her forearm, so tightly that she winced. His voice was furious. "You wouldn't dare! That is my formula and no one else will get a look at it."
She popped down to wasp size and dropped out of his grip and also the nighty. Then she regained normal size an instant later. She stood nude and furious and berated him. "Your formula. Ha! My fortune has paid for all the things you have discovered since we met and for all those worthless failures.' She pointed to the door. "If you are more interested in your lab than in me, you can sleep down there tonight!" As she stared at him, he turned and slunk out the door ashamed of his actions.
The next morning, they did not mention to each other what had transpired the previous night, but Jan and Hank were aware of the tension that was in the air. The Wasp also didn't mention it to him, but she did take some of her reducing serum and went to visit the Baxter Building where she asked Reed Richards to check the material out. He did so, and assured her that the liquid posed no danger to her.
Part Two
Scott Summers, Hank McCoy, Warren Worthington, Bobby Drake and Jean Grey were in a small plane flying through a terrible storm in pursuit of Magneto's Brotherhood of Evil. Piloting the plane, the Beast commented that the controls were getting sluggish and that they had to find someplace to land, fast. Marvel Girl had established a mental link to the aircraft that the Brotherhood were using, and she could only maintain the connection with the most intense concentration. There was a lot of lightning in the area, and it made her mental powers difficult to maintain. It had been some time since she lost contact with Professor Xavier back at the school. The crimson-tressed heroine suddenly gasped. "Their plane is going down! The engine quit and they're going to crash!" The Beast quipped. "Given their inspiration, it would seem our craft may plan to repeat their feat... Hang on!"
The two planes swung down through the storm into an area of farmland that was mostly clear. But the Brotherhood's plane clipped a patch of trees and was torn apart. Magneto waved his hand and the side of the crippled Cessna tore open. Toad, Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver followed the Master of Magnetism out into the pounding storm and he pointed east. "Over there... a farmhouse and they have a car we can take. We are getting out of here." Wanda Maximoff looked back into the wrecked plane. "Wait! Where is Mastermind? Magneto, he's badly hurt. We have to help him!" Magneto scowled. "Forget him, he's of no use to us now. We're leaving." Pietro Maximoff looked at his sister and whispered. "We have to do as Magneto says, sister. The X-Men are probably still after us and we cannot stay here."
While most of the Brotherhood vanished, the X-Men made their way from where their plane had managed to land with only minor damage to approach the crashed aircraft. Cyclops looked it over and spotted the badly wounded villain. Beast came close and looked over the man. "He's banged up pretty bad. He has a head wound and internal injuries and is going into shock. We have to get him to a hospital quickly if he's going to survive." The five heroes were forced to break off their pursuit of Magneto as they got a truck to stop on the nearby highway and take the group to a nearby hospital. At the medical center, there was chaos. Several people had been injured by vehicle crashes when the storm hit. The power for the area had been disabled, and the clinic was running on back-up generators. When the costumed group came in with the badly injured Mastermind, most of the staff and nurses were too flustered by the situation to help much.
Luckily, one doctor maintained his cool and gave orders for the villain to be prepared for surgery. "This man has severe head trauma and we have to operate to relieve the pressure on his brain. Nurse, get everything ready in operating room two!" The nurse, used to following orders, forgot her confusion about the yellow and black clad group and called for the room to be prepared. She cleaned up the head wound and strapped him to a gurney. A sample of his blood went to the lab for typing. When the nurse got the report back a minute later, she cursed. "Oh shit, he's a rare blood type and we don't have any of this left on hand. A bus rolled over earlier and a patient who was in the operating room used all of this type we had." Jean Grey looked at the report. "Nurse, I have that blood type... I'll give blood during the surgery." The nurse looked at Marvel Girl and smiled. "Thank you! That will give this man a chance to survive."
Part Three
It was some time later that Jason Wyngarde awoke after the surgery. He spent a few days in the hospital where the surgery had been performed, then he was transfered to the hospital wing of a high security prison for mutant terrorists. Under heavy guard, he had an electronic unit designed by Tony Stark and Reed Richards implanted into his skull that was designed to forever block him from using his powers of illusion. Mastermind was devasted when he found his unique power had been taken away. But the trace of Marvel Girl's blood he had received during his surgery and a low radioactive component that was part of the unit in his head slowly triggered a new mutation in his blood.
One day Nurse Hannah Palmer came into his room and moved to check the patient's vital signs. Wyngarde's recovery was nearly complete, and he was shortly going to be moved from the hospital wing to another part of the prison. She smiled at the man and spoke, "Good day, how are you feeling? Is there anything you need?" As she spoke she kept her hand near a syringe in a holster on her belt. She carried a powerful knock-out drug in case any inmate got violent. Mastermind looked her over and noted she was a good looking young woman. He muttered softly, "Yeah, how about a blowjob?"
The nurse froze in place for an instant, shook her head back and forth to try to clear an odd feeling she developed in her mind, then stepped forward and pulled back the sheet from his bed. She pulled aside his gown and began to stroke his cock with her hands, mumbling, "Yes, Master. Whatever you wish." Despite the surprise, Wyngarde's dick swiftly responded to the stimulus and stiffened. She bent forward and took it in her mouth and pleasured the prisoner greatly with perfect fellatio. He gasped at the pleasure, then managed to say, "Why did you do that?"
Nurse Palmer looked up and smiled. "I feel I must do anything you wish, Master." This statement made Wyngarde think fast about what was happening. "Anything? Release these restraints." She proceeded to disconnect the straps on his arms and legs that had had held him down. Then he ordered her to strip, and join him in the bed. He fucked her, relaxed with her, and fucked her again. And at all times she was totally willing to service him.
As he enjoyed himself, suddenly the door of his room opened and one of the guards came in. With gun drawn and pointed at Mastermind, the man told the nurse to get away from the criminal. "Don't know what the hell you pulled on her, buddy, but if you try anything on me, I'll blow you away!" Wyngarde thought his new power might help, but when he asked the man to put the gun down, the guard ignored the order. So the mutant glanced at the naked nurse, crouching on the floor by her clothes and whispered, "Help me."
Hannah slipped her clothes back on and moved towards the door. "I'll get more guards." But once she was near the guard, she pulled the syringe and stabbed it into the his shoulder. He only had a moment to look at her in surprise before he collapsed to the floor. Wyngarde smiled. It seemed it that females would be his obedient slaves, but he had no power over men. That didn't seem so bad...
Mastermind stripped the guard and put on his uniform. Then he and Nurse Palmer left the room. He asked her where they could find an exit was that was guarded by female guards, and when they got there the pair of women in charge of that gate did nothing to stop him from leaving. He and Hannah got in her car, and drove away from the prison. They got to a convenience stop on the interstate and went in for something to eat. When they were ready to leave, Wyngarde saw a couple of nice-looking young ladies in a convertible buying gas. He looked both of them over and asked to join them. They were glad to let him into their car. They introduced themselves, Katie Douglas was the blonde and Renee Holt was the brunette. They quickly agreed to let him drive and to go with him anywhere he wished. First he spoke to Hannah. "I want you to follow me in your car. Stay close, and when I raise my left arm and wave to you, I want you to speed up and pull over to pass me. When that happens, I want you to ignore anything but the road and the car I am in. Do you understand?" The nurse nodded. "Of course! Whatever you wish!"
So they pulled out of the gas station and headed east. As he took the convertible up to a little over the speed limit, Wyngarde glanced in the mirror and saw the nurse was following close behind. He thought of how the authorities would be looking for Hannah Palmer and the car she owned. If they found her, they would use that lead to try to catch him. He could control women, but not men. He had to stay ahead of the cops. So he raised his arm and waved. Hannah's car sped up and swung into the left lane. And just as it did, she smashed head-on into an massive truck that the nurse had not even seen. The car, and the woman in it, was totally demolished. Katie and Renee looked back at the crash and began to scream in horror. But the Mastermind told them to forget what they had just seen and settle down. They paused a bit, then acted as if nothing had happened. Jason figured he would drive into the city, find a really nice place to settle in, and look for some more young pussy to serve him.
In Manhattan, the Avengers were holding a meeting and Captain America stood up to speak. He looked about the table where Iron Man, Thor, Wasp and Giant-Man sat. "Thor, you and Iron Man have talked to me about leaving our ranks to spend more time on personal matters. If you cannot devote time to being part of the Avengers, I will miss fighting alongside you. If you want me to take over leadership of the group, I will be proud to do so. But I hope to find new members to recruit to our ranks. I know it will be hard to match the sheer power the two of you provided, but the Avengers will continue to exist as a force for good in the world, I promise you."
Janet was a little surprised by this, as she had not really thought that the Avengers' two most powerful members had been serious. Thor had spoken of his wish to investigate the Asgardian roots that he was beginning to remember. Iron Man had more and more time that he needed to spend with Stark Industries and his research. She knew that the trio of herself, Cap and Hank would hardly be able to handle trouble as well, and wondered who Steve would be looking to recruit. But as she glanced over to Hank, she saw he was angered. Did he feel he was insulted by Captain America assuming leadership of the Avengers, when she and her husband had been members since the group had first formed? Didn't he know that he wasn't the type of man who could lead the Avengers and hold them together, whoever the new group would end up being?
As the meeting broke up, Hank, with a glum expression, stalked off towards his lab. Jan felt she had to talk with Steve about this and followed him down a corridor. As Steve approached his apartment, she put a hand on his shoulder. "I have to talk with you about somethng. I am worried about Hank. He is getting moody, and I don't think he will be very helpful in the future. He thinks more about his projects than what the Avengers will have to do. He doesn't even think that much of me anymore..." She sobbed, and a tear ran down her cheek. Cap put his arms around her and held her close. "Jan, I think that's terrible! You have to think he will get over any problems he is having. You deserve a man who will give you the right amount of attention."
He looked in her eyes and knew he had always thought of her as a beautiful, sensuous young woman. But he had held back. She was Hank's wife. But suddenly, the thought that she was not satisfied with the relationship made Steve Rogers think of her as a woman he could help. He had been confused by the new world he had come into since the Avengers had found him frozen in the ice. Women were different, more independent. He had not developed any relationships closer than the friendship with Janet. He had been alone for some time. He leaned his head in and kissed her on the lips, releasing all the inner lust he had been forcing himself to hold in. And Jan was stunned at first, then thought about the husband who no longer shared a passion with her. She needed some of that, so she kissed her friend back and they held each other tighter. Then Cap opened the door to his room and they went in. Without a word, they both disrobed and climbed into his bed. The sex was warm, passionate and very deep. Thoughts of the rest of the world were erased as they both concentrated on enjoying and satisfying the other person in their embrace.
With their attention on each other, the loving Avengers gave no notice to a speck on the wall that was so small that it would have eluding their gaze even if they were not so busy. But the tiny spot was an ant ridden by a microscopic man who looked with anger at what was happening in the bed in the room. Hank seethed with rage. He murmurred softly to himself, "That damned fucking bitch... cheating on me right here in the mansion with someone I thought was a friend! Who else has she been with, while she pretended to be my loving wife? She will pay for doing this, I'll find a way to get even with her..."
Part Four
At a brownstone apartment in Brooklyn, a young red-haired woman pulled aside a curtain and looked out. She was wondering how long she and her brother would have to wait here. Pietro spoke to her. "You should stay away from the window, sister! Someone might see you!" Wanda turned and shook her head. "No, we have nothing to fear here in the city, brother. If we were in our costumes, we would be noticed at once, but in street clothes we will not be recognized as members of the Brotherhood of Evil. And who knows how long we will have to wait for Magneto to return from his pursuit of new mutants to recruit for the Brotherhood?"
She lowered her head in thought. "Have we taken the wrong course in our life, Pietro? We thought Magneto was someone we could trust when we were helped by him, but I have grave doubts about his plans for the future. He wants to protect mutants from the human race, but his actions are only going to anger the humans towards our kind. And what kind of leader for the mutants will he be if he can just abandon someone like he did with Mastermind in that crash?"
Pietro frowned. "You're right. I had the same thoughts about what we have gotten into. And I don't like the others he enlists in the band. Toad is disgusting, and I can't stand him. Mastermind was an unsavory type and I never liked how he looked at you, Wanda. He was someone I didn't trust, but it was bad that we just left him there in such a terrible state. I do hope the X-Men came in time to help the man." Wanda nodded. "You're right. And I am sure they did. You can tell they... Pietro, do you ever wonder if we are on the wrong side? The Brotherhood works together only when forced by Magneto. The X-Men co-operate in their efforts because they trust each other and share a mutual friendship. Sometimes I wish..."
Pietro interrupted. "...that we had been recruited by them instead of Magneto? Would you have us quit the Brotherhood and ask to join Professor X's band?" Wanda shook her head. "No, that would be nice, but we have fought against them numerous times and I doubt they would welcome us into their ranks. They would not trust us, and if we were part of their group we would not fit in. If we do leave Magneto, we will have to find somewhere else to go..." The phone rang, and Wanda picked it up. She listened for a half a minute, then hung up. "It was just a wrong number."
The Scarlet Witch, still thinking about she had discussed with her brother, went into the bedroom and changed into a mid-length tan skirt and a mottled brown and tan blouse. She put on a knee length brown leather coat and emerged to see her brother on the couch, reading a paperback he had picked up the day before. "Enjoying your book? I'm bored at staying here, I'm going to go out and do some shopping." Quicksilver looked over at her and frowned. But she didn't wait for him to say anything. "I am sure I won't have any trouble. This is New York, a busy city. No one will give a second thought to a young woman doing some window shopping. I'll be back."
She left the apartment and took the subway into Manhattan. It was a good thing that Pietro had not asked to accompany her, he would have reacted badly to the way people kept glancing over towards his sister. Wanda knew that she was ony getting the normal attention a woman appreciated. She was a beautiful woman and knew she would have men and woman admiring her as they saw her. She didn't mind, she liked it.
Reaching downtown Manhattan, she looked forward to seeing the clothes and jewelry in the finest shops. She didn't have much cash, but it didn't cost anything to look! And if she was lucky she could get up the nerve to try on some of the lovely outfits. But instead she walked up to a rather posh hotel and entered. Going through the lobby to the elevators, she didn't even wonder why she had come into the place. She took an elevator to the top floor and walked over to the entrance of the exclusive penthouse suite. It was only an instant after she knocked that the door opened and she walked in.
The huge reception area of the suite was luxuriously furnished and occupied by a half-dozen of the most beautiful women she'd ever seen. Each of them was dressed in skimpy lingerie and stood or sat about very seductively. The tall blonde who had opened the door wore nothing but nearly transparent lace panties and a frilly brasseire. She smiled. "You must be Wanda. We were waiting for your arrival." The Scarlet Witch followed the woman into the apartment, but her her thoughts were jumbled in her head. Why had she come here? Why didn't she resist the blonde's invitation?
Wanda heard a man's voice. "Hello, Witch. I'm glad you came to join us." She looked over to a doorway and saw Jason Wyngarde standing in a plush white terrycloth robe. He was smiling at her, with the leer that had always made her uncomfortable. She was caught totally unawares by this, but she dropped into a fighting stance and brought her hands up to slam a hex at him. But before she could do so, Mastermind spoke at her. "No mutant attack, Witch. I command you to never use your power against me, or do anything to resist my commands. You are mine..."
She suddenly realised that she was forced to obey his wishes, and a cold chill of terror washed over her. It had been his voice on the phone, but she didn't even recall what he had told her to do. Now he ordered her to stand up straight and allow her new master to get a good look at her. She did so, and could do nothing while he walked over and circled her slowly, looking very carefully at her from head to toe. "Alright, I've wanted you since I first saw you. But Magneto and that damned brother of yours were so protective. Was the boss keeping you for himself? Was he already fucking you? Take off your coat..."
Wanda's mind tumbled to thoughts she had buried deep for some time. Magneto had been very kind to her since he rescued her and Pietro back in the old country. Did the mutant master eventually plan to seduce her? Would she have resisted? She owed him very much, but he was much older than her... Then the Scarlet Witch's thoughts were interrupted. Her hands had opened her coat and it was dropping to the floor. She had not wanted to obey that command, but her body did it anyway. Mastermind smiled, then spoke again. "The blouse... the skirt... remove them too, but slowly." She shuddered, but she could stop her hands from slowly unbuttoning her blouse and letting it slip to the floor. Her skirt slowly slid down and she was left in front of the vile man, wearing only a revealing red satin brassiere and silk crimson panties cut to tantalize her appearance.
She had bought these sexy undergarments to help her think of herself as a beautiful, alluring woman, but until this instant no man had seen her in them. She wore them with a dream that someday she would find a man who would be a perfect love for her, romantic and sensual, sharing great passion with her. There had a couple of young men who she had been intimate with while she had lived back with the gypsies, but she had known they were not the lover that she fantasized about. Now she was ashamed that this man she despised was seeing the body she wanted to save for her perfect lover.
Jason moved about and stood behind her, pressing himself against Wanda's back. She began breathing hard and her heartbeat quickened as she was subjected to his touch. His hands caressed her waist, moved down to lightly embrace her hips and then came up to hold her shoulders. Mastermind had used his power to collect a dozen women here in his hiding place. All of them had been induced to offer themselves totally to their Master, holding back nothing and they were perfectly happy doing it. One of them was the owner of the hotel and provided the penthouse as her gift to Jason. He was safe here and could have any female entertainment he wished. But none of them were as exciting to him as the new conquest he now held.
The Scarlet Witch had attracted his attention when he first saw her. But she had rejected his advances and shown she had no interest in being with the man. Jason had her now and there was nothing better he could imagine than getting his hands on her despite her feelings. He knew he could order her to submit totally, to stay as a willing whore in his bed. But she had to suffer for what she had done, and he allowed her to continue to feel she was being taken unwillingly. Her shame would be the beginning of her punishment.
Still standing behind his victim. Jason's hands and fingers moved about to feel and tantalize the erogenous zones of the woman's body. He had ordered her stand there and allow him to do what he wished to her. She shuddered as his fingers brushed her hips, neck, arms and shoulders. Then she gasped and fought back a scream as his hands cupped and began to massage her thinly-clothed breasts. A rage of passions ran through her body as she felt herself angered and aroused by his touch. Her nipples engorged and stiffened from the pressure of his fingers, and the nibs stood out, evident under the thin fabric of her bra. Suddenly she was weak in the knees as a spasm of passion wracked her body from head to toe. His fingers continued to tease at the barely concealed nipples of Wanda's breasts, and their sensitivity grew. The slightest touch sent waves of lust through her, and only his order that she stand in place kept her from collapsing to the floor. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open as she gasped for air to feed her tortured body.
Then one of his hands slid to her crotch and his finger slid under her panties through her thick mass of bushy red curls to touch her mons pubis. The Witch felt her panties were dripping with fluid from her forced arousal. Down in her crotch she was subject to further sexual arousal when Jason tickled his fingers, rubbing the musky fluid into her with tantilizing strokes that quickly moved to part her labia majora and contacted her labia minora. One of his fingers pressed deeper into her vaginal orifice. This attention was finally too much for her, and her legs gave way, unable to hold her upright. But Jason caught her as she dropped, picking her up and moving her across the room to a luxurious bed.
He laid her down and stood for a moment to examine her. She lay there, unable to react in any way due to her highly agitated state and her inability to do anything to escape. The man slid a hand behind her back and loosened the bra. He flung it aside and then moved down to slid the drenched panties slowly down Wanda's legs, savouring the touch of her thighs and calves. Now his prisoner was totally naked, displayed provocatively in his sight, and ready for hot, passionate sex. He reached a hand to resume his touch in her vagina, and she spread her legs and left herself totally open to his attentions. She brought her own hands up to her breasts, massaging them roughly and rubbing the tender nipples with her thumbs.
He slipped out of his robe, and moved onto the bed, his cock stiff and ready for sex. What he had done to bring her to such a high level of excitement had caused his cock to be aroused for some time. He slid his stiff member inside of her and she gasped with satisfaction. The lust in her had taken over and she hungered for sex, addicted to the need for a penetration of her dripping cunt. He plunged deep into her, and she swung her arms to his back. She pulled him down, and arched her back to press her body against his, wanting his cock to be in her as far as possible. Jason could not hold back, and he ejaculated his seed deep into her. She felt the anointing and it shook her as she had never felt before. The orgasm that came over her was a feeling no prior lover had ever induced in her.
They lay in each other's arms for some time, exhausted. Wanda tried to accept what had happened to her. She could tell this coupling had been wonderful, but she still hated the man who had done it to her. This blissful time for her was corrupted by it having been an attack by a man she could not look upon as anything but an enemy. He had been disturbing and vile, now he was a monster who used something sweet and loving to attack and try to steal her affection. Jason looked on her as his new trophy, a slave that he could have at his will, despite her dislikes.
Wanda wanted to slide out of the bed and go to a shower, hoping a stream of hot water would wash away the evidence... and the memories... of what had been done to her. But Mastermind ordered her to open her legs and he fucked her again. There were no long drawn-out preliminaries this time, Wanda was simply attacked and fucked for the man's pleasure. He enjoyed it as much as the first time, and she did not. After this he did allow her to get cleaned up. She went to one of the bathrooms and stood under a gushing shower while the physical traces of the sex was washed away from her body. The stream of water was joined by her tears and she found the memories would not wash away.
Scarlet Witch finally turned off the spray and stepped out of the shower stall. A dark-haired woman who appeared to be in her mid thirties stood there wearing black panties and brassiere under a elegant silky see-through gown. She held a towel out to Wanda. "You going to be alright? It must have been a bit of a shock to you, finding you could not resist him." Wanda nodded. As she dried off, the other woman continued. "I'm Joleene Haven, and I inherited this hotel from my family years ago. I have lived up here on the top floor for some time, and being a wealthy spoiled society bitch, I've had a pampered life of pleasure. But when the Master walked in last week, he ordered me to be his slave. Now I pay for his pleasures and occasionally lay back and service his lust. He seems very interested in you. You can only hope for some relief as he fucks his other slaves."
There was a rap on the bathroom door and it opened. A young blonde woman in lingerie stuck her head in. "You'd better get back out here, Red. He's asking for you." Wanda winced, and wrapped the towel around her torso. Joleene put her hand on the mutant girl's shoulder. "You just have to try to get through it, my dear. We all have to." Wanda walked out of the bathroom and Wyngarde watched her carefully. "Drop the towel, Witch. Then come over here and lay face down on this table." Wanda fumed as she dropped the towel and was forced to stand naked before him. She felt more anger than shame, and wished she could fight back. But his will was enforced on her so strongly that she could do nothing to rebel.
He watched her lay on the padded massage table, then ordered a couple of the other women to stand by her and hold her wrists. Wanda wondered why they were doing this, and was sure it could not bode well for her. With her head down, she was taken unawares as Jason approached the table and suddenly brought a leather belt down with a snap on her butt. She winced at the pain, and fought to hold in the scream she felt in her. But the belt came down on her ass and the back of her thighs again and again, and finally she could not hold back the screams the pain forced from her.
"You've been a fine fuck for me, Witch, as fine as I always hoped for when I looked at you. These women have been ordered to subject to me and some of them really enjoy their sex, and that's alright with me if I get as much pleasure as I deserve. But you rejected me too many times and you have to suffer for that. I'll never allow you the relief of accepting your slavery, I will let you have a bit of free will that makes every fuck a rape that you have to endure. And every once in a while I'll torture you like this, just to make you wish you had never pushed me away and thought I was not good enough for your precious pussy." He emphisized his little speech with a couple more lashes on her butt, which was red and very tender from the punishment.
She slept fitfully on her chest that night, due to the pain in her butt and the back of her legs. Joleene had come to her and applied an ointment that deadened the pain a little, or Wanda would never have been able to sleep at all. In the morning, Jason forced her to lay back and open her legs while he fucked her again. He leered into her face, enjoying her misery as much as her body. He ordered her back to the shower again while he fucked a couple of the other young women. But later in the morning he forced himself on her once more. The Witch could see she would be suffering through a very bad time until her Master's interest in her lessened and he paid attention to some of the other women more.
He looked at her laying helpless before him, and reached down to caress her groin. His fingers passed through the heavy mass of crimson curls that crowned her crotch. "You seem very furry down here, Witch. I don't think I like you that way. Gina, get me the scissors!" Wanda gasped. That silken patch of hair was her beautiful decoration for what had been her most private of places. It partially masked and hid her slit from view. What was he going to do? He ordered her lay back and be still, and he took the scissors and snipped away, cutting off the curls she felt so partial to. She was ashamed that he was changing her appearance to meet his satisfaction. It was one more example af how he had enslaved her. One more painful humiliation. When he allowed her up, he had her walk to a large mirror. She stared at the short fuzz that now exposed her crotch to him, and fought back tears.
Her second day ended with more attacks on her dignity from the man. As she was fucked once more, Joleene Haven looked over and sighed. She worried that the ordeal would be too much for the poor auburn haired young woman. While ordered to never resist the advances of the Master, the older woman still was capable of feeling sympathy for the others who were prisoner there. Joleene approached Jason as he sat, relaxing after a furious session of sex with Wanda and others.
"Master, in order to serve you, I have a request. May I take the new slave out tomorrow? I wish to take her to a spa, salon and shops to make her as pleasing to you as possible." Mastermind glanced up. He had sometimes allowed the slaves to go out since he had arrived here. They always came back fixed up so lovely, wearing clothes to show off their beauty, he had been glad to do so. But he was reluctant to allow the Scarlet Witch such a freedom. She was so special for him, he would hate for her to get away. But then he realised there was no way she could escape. She would be his bitch forever, and it was only proper that this be done to make her the best looking, sexiest slave in his harem. "Alright, you can do so. Do not leave her alone. Make her into the most ravishing of creatures. And bring her back here for my continued pleasure." He got up and walked to where Wanda lay after her latest rape. "You are to accompany this woman tomorrow. Stay with her at all times. Make no efforts to contact anyone from your past. Before the day ends, come back here."
Wanda was confused by these orders. He was going to let her go out? Was this a chance at escaping, of regaining her freedom? For an instant she thought of how sweet that would be... but then she went over in her mind the specific orders he had spoken to her. They were plain, and designed to restrict her to return to this horrid place. She knew that she would have to do what he had told her. Any relief at being out of Mastermind's sight temporarily was crushed by the knowledge that she would have to return to this horror!
Part Five
The next morning, Joleen came to get Wanda. The Witch was given the clothes she had worn when she had reported to her imprisonment, and she dressed to go out. Joleen looked her over and shook her head. "That blouse does nothing for you. We'll find something much better. And the color does not flatter you. Come on, we have a lot of stops today!" Wanda did not share her companion's enthusiasm. What ever she did today would only end with the Master ripping away at the new clothes she wore and forcing her into bed. The women approached Jason, and he repeated his orders from the day before. Then as Wanda and Joleene left, a pair of the other girls joined the man in bed to start the day's efforts.
They went down the elevator into the lobby, and a number of people spoke deferential greetings to the older woman. A doorman bowed deeply as he held the door for the women, then moved swiftly to summon a cab. The women got in and Joleen spoke to the driver. "The Frederick's of Hollywood on Fifth Avenue."
Wanda leaned close to her companion and whispered. "All those people in the hotel, don't they know what is going on?" In a low voice that the cab driver would not hear, Joleene answered. "Most of them have no idea, they just think I am keeping an extra-ordinary number of young women as guests in my suite. All of the people who come to the suite -- maids, room service, etc. -- are women who have been ordered by the Master to ignore and reveal nothing about what is going on. Several fine men I knew I was forced to fire and they were replaced by women who have to hide the oddities of what is going on there. All the people in Manhattan who work near or pass by the hotel have no idea what is happening on the top floor."
The cab delivered them to the shop Joleene had mentioned. Wanda was shocked at the sight of the garments on display here. They were all designed to barely hide a woman's charms. Wanda felt the clothes would make her look like a cheap whore. But a few price tags made her change her mind. She would look like a very pricey whore! Joleene strutted about the establishment, her eyes sweeping every display. She pointed out items and the salesgirls, who seemed to know her, pulled them out for Wanda to try on.
There were dozens of bras (some with holes to expose nipples) and Wanda lost track of how many different panties (some - oh my God - crotchless!) she changed into. Embarrased at first, she finally accepted her nudity in front of them as she pulled one item off and replaced it with another. Although she didn't like the look of the garments, she did enjoy the feel of silk, satin or lace on her body. Joleen was watching closely, and called out her orders. "That's terrible. That's better. Do you have that with black lace? That's the thing we want. Oh... do you have that one in my size? No. No. NO! Can't you see I want her to look so sexy she'll drive a man crazy?" Wanda looked up at this in shock. The last thing she wanted was to invoke more lust in the man who had sent here here. But they had been ordered to do this for his pleasure.
Finally, Joleene and the store assembled an outfit that both horrified and fascinated the Witch as she stared in the mirror. A cut-down black leather bustier trimmed in red lace left her breasts exposed and pushed up wantonly, while the bottom edge of the garment stopped below its lacings at her belly button. Black split-crotch panties covered little of her ass and left her slit of sex open to a man's gaze... and use. Garters held up black fishnet stockings that made her long legs look amazing, and the black leather high heels set off those lovely legs. Joleene looked over the mutant and asked for one last addition. A salesgirl added a black lace neck collar and Joleene smiled. "Perfect. In that outfit you would stiffen the cock on a dead man!" As their purchases were assembled and prepared to be sent to the hotel, Wanda felt sick. Some of the things they were getting were disgusting, and she would be horribly ashamed when the Mastermind would see her in them.
The women left Frederick's and proceeded to the most exclusive spa on the east side of Manhattan. Wanda was pampered and she greatly enjoyed the skin treatments, massage, manicure and facial. She left there feeling her body had never been treated better. There next stop was at a famous hair salon. The receptionist exclaimed that they could not enter, one must make an appointment far in advance to be received at this location. But Joleene called out and the owner of the establishment came out and was very happy to take care of the two visitors. "Joleene! I am so happy to see you again! Excuse the rudeness of my new receptionist. Marsha, this is Ms. Joleene Haven, my dearest friend. You are never to delay her if she ever visits us! Come, my dear, allow me to make you beautiful!" As they went back to the work area, Joleene whispered to Wanda. "I always loved the way Henri did my hair, so I gave him the cash to open his own place. He is now the toast of high society."
The owner was happy to agree to Joleene's request that he personally work on the Witch's luxurious locks. Henri proclaimed that Wanda's auburn hair was a challenge he would accept. Wanda loved her head of red curls, and had a twinge of worry as he set to work. She had always done all to could to take care of her mane, and was stunned when the wash, trim and set made her hair look sleekier and fuller than she had ever seen before. She stood before the mirror and turned her head one way, then the other, to gaze at herself with huge pleasure. She gushed her thanks to the salonist, and he bowed his head and smiled. "Thank you, my dear young lady, for presenting me with such a wonderful head of hair to work with. You came to the best hair-dresser in the entire world, and I gave you perfection."
Wanda was tremendously happy as the pair got into their cab. "Are we going back now?" She had greatly enjoyed her day so far, and reqretted that it was going to end. But Joleene smiled. "Oh, no! We still have stops to make." So they went down Fifth Avenue, and stopped in a number of exclusive designer shops that featured the most exceptional clothes that the mutant had ever seen. While a teenager, Wanda had spent much of her time staring at the pages of high fashion magazines, loving the look of the fantastic models and amazing clothes that were shown. She had dreamed about the lives those women led and imagining the headiness of walking down a runway, dressed to perfection, with the crowd watching every move.This had filled her young imagination time and again.
In the shops she saw the names of the designers she had followed and was so happy to try on clothes of great quality that had been put together by the people she dreamt about. Finally they came to one shop where Joleene saw an extravegant green and black evening gown in the window. "Come along, Wanda! I want to see you in that dress." The mutant went back to the dressing room and a saleslady helped her into the gown that fit her like a glove and made her giddy as she looked over the fine gossamer sleeves and the long pleated satin skirt. She came out to the studio and spun in place as Joleene stared at her. "You look wonderful, my dear."
They were interupted as another woman entered. "Good heavens, Joleene! You have not been here in some time. But you should know that dress is totally wrong for your young friend. Her face, her hair, her skin; they all insist that she be seen in crimson. Yes, I think she should definately be in scarlet." Wanda spun to stare at the woman. Could she have recognized the Scarlet Witch for who she was? Joleene moved to the other woman, embraced and they traded kisses on their cheeks. "Coco, my friend, it has been too long." She turned to the Scarlet Witch. "Wanda, this is my dear friend, Coco Chanel. Coco, may I present Wanda Maximoff."
The Witch stood there with her mouth hanging open, totally stunned. Growing up, she had read of this woman who she had thought of like a goddess of fashion. To meet the designer was more than she had ever thought possible, except in her dreams. She finally forced herself to stumble forward and held out a hand. "Ms. Chanel, this is a fantastic honor for me. I have followed and admired your work and I am humbled to be in your presence." Coco lightly laughed and moved to embrace and kiss her new friend. "Wanda, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but I am just a woman skillful with fabric, a needle and thread. Now, let's get you out of these horrendous rags and find you the perfect outfit."
It was a whirlwind that dazed Wanda as she was given different dresses to try on. Ms. Chanel would stare at each of them intently, ocasionally pulling and tugging at the edges. Finally, a sales person brought out a bright red evening gown that Wanda donned. There was a high waist with a lowcut bodice that concealed the tips of her breasts only with the help of gauzy ruffles that gave the illusion of seeing just a bit more than was really revealed. The skirt was a long crimson satin affair that nearly reached the floor, but slits on either side of it daringly revealed nearly every inch of her legs whenever she moved in the outfit. Wanda was overcome with emotion as she looked in the mirrors at her appearance. Joleene also appreciated the designer's efforts. "Coco, you have outdone yourself. I have never seen anyone more gorgeous!" The fashion diva smiled. "Yes, this is the kind of perfection I strive for and am always very happy to achieve."
Scarlet could not stop staring in the mirrors at her appearance. Ms. Chanel came over to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "A designer can only achieve this level of beauty when the person wearing the garment is also nearly perfect. Thank you for contibuting to what we have achieved here. I have a request, my dear. There recently was a horrible earthquake in northern Italy, and I have been asked by my Italian friends to help in the recovery. My studio will present a charity show in a couple of weeks to raise money for the victims, and I will have a number of models who are donating their participation in the event. I would like to add a number of new faces, and wonder if you would be willing to dress up and take a short walk for me?"
Wanda could scarcely fathom her thoughts regarding this offer. Her mouth hung open again as she tried in vain to speak. To have a chance to wear lovely clothes like these had been one of her childhood dreams, but to be asked to do so in an actual fashion runway show was too much for her to cope with. She had to find the words to express how she would love to... But she was interrupted as Joleene spoke. "I'm sorry, Coco, but Wanda has a number of commitments that she cannot ignore. I don't see her being able to participate." Wanda's head spun to stare at her companion. But in an instant she knew what Joleene meant. She was Mastermind's slave, and there was no way he would allow her to be in such a public event. This was the Mastermind's most horrible punishment, the theft of her great childhood dream from her fingertips. Trying to hide her sadness, she murmurred to Ms. Chanel. "I would have loved to participate, but I am sorry I won't be able to. Thank you for giving us so much of your time today."
Another batch of clothes were packed up here by the sales people and sent back to the hotel. Wanda still wore that wonderful scarlet outfit with a red suede overcoat as she and Joleene got into their cab, and the older woman sighed. "Ashton Hotel, driver." Wanda whispered to her friend. "Thank you for this day, it was wonderful. That first stop I thought you were going to subject me to nothing but terrible trashy clothes for the Master. But then..." Joleene smiled. "That stop was for him. Those clothes will please and satisfy him, and that was I have meant to do every time I took one of our girls out on the town. But by catering to his lust, he gives me permission to go out and take one of the others along. The rest of the day I satisfy our love of beauty and shopping. Think of it as an effort to get away from our slavery for a short time. If he likes that horrible outfit on you, then he may allow me to take you out again some day for more shopping." Wanda considered this, and was amazed that the clever woman had found a small way to lessen the misery of slavery under the Master.
Back at the hotel, the man sat waiting for the pair to return. He had missed his favorite bitch, and wanted to fuck her. He regretting agreeing to her day out, and thought she would have to be punished to eliminate any joy she may have for her excursion. He thought of the belt across her butt once again, and smiled. He thought of giving her a ring... through her nose. Or rings in her nipples and her pussy. The pain of doing that would show her he had no mercy for a woman who had rejected him so many times in the past.
Then he heard the door open and Joleene and Wanda came in. The mutant took off her new coat and stood in such majesty that this time it was Jason Wyngarde who stook in shock with his mouth hanging open. She was now the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, perfection incarnate. He wanted to fuck her more than ever, but the piercings and whipping could no longer happen. She was his perfect treasure, something he would value above all the others. Any punishment that might mar her beauty would just cause him to regret the loss of that perfection. He would not want to see any damage to his precious bitch. She approached and he slowly walked around her, admiring every inch of her exquisitely garbed body. Finally he had her carefully slip out of the dress and had another girl put it away. He told her to be careful, because Jason knew he would want to see the Witch posed in that dress again and again. Then he fucked her with great passion and had her over and over that night. Wanda satisfied him in her efforts, but her thoughts were with the events of the day to escape the misery she was enduring.
Part Six
Over a week later, Jason Wyngarde sat in an easy chair and admired his collection of beautiful women as they posed seductively about the room. He was luckier than he would have ever thought possible, having this power to dominate and enslave any woman he could get in his clutches. He had walked the streets of New York and picked out the best looking young ladies he encountered, and they were very satisfying to look at and in bed. But the one he valued the most was his greatest treasure, the Scarlet Witch. To have her, after knowing her before he gained his great power, she was a special treat. Each time he fucked her was extra sweet when he recalled her past rejections. Taking a former adversary was best possible revenge. As he watched, Wanda was dancing in front of him, wearing a flimsy, transparent pair of crimson panties and nothing else.
Then he happened to think of another young lady who had been an opponent in the conflicts he'd been in as a part of the Brotherhood of Evil. The bitch called Marvel Girl had been on the other side in their battles, and he thought of how she had hinted at a pretty nice body in her rather unrevealing yellow and black uniform. If she was good looking and forced to service him she would probably be as enjoyable as Wanda was. Magneto had known that the X-Men were based at a school in Westchester, but the Brotherhood had never gone looking for a battle with the X-Men, it was bad enough fighting them on neutral ground when the mutant do-gooders showed up to thwart Magneto's schemes.
Through directory assistance, Mastermind was able to get the phone number for the Xavier Institute. He dialed the number and a young man answered, whose voice Jason recognized as that of the Beast. Jason claimed he was a representative for a office supply firm and asked if he could send the Institute a catalog. Hank McCoy said that they already had a company they were dealing with for office and school supplies, but they would look over any catalog that was sent. Jason waited a couple of hours and tried the number again. This time Jean Grey answered the phone. Mastermind spoke calmly, telling her what he wanted her to do. "Hello, Marvel Girl. I want you to come into Manhattan and proceed to the Ashton Hotel. Report in your costume to the penthouse suite. You will tell no one about this phone call, and if asked you will say you are going into town to do some shopping."
Dazed, Marvel Girl hung up the phone, stood for a moment, then walked to her room. She donned her X-Men costume, except for the mask/head covering, that she pocketed. Then she covered the outfit with a long overcoat. She proceeded downstairs, towards the front door. She passed Bobby Drake, who looked over and asked, "Hey, Jean. You going somewhere?" In a perfectly natural voice, Jean responded. "Yes, I need to go into town to do some shopping." Iceman smiled. "OK, I'll see you later." She went out, and a taxi she had called was waiting for her. When she reached the Westchester train station, she sat for a short time and wondered why she had suddenly decided on this excursion. She felt she had to go shopping, but could not think of what it was she was in such a hurry to get.
In Manhattan, she walked the short distance from the station to the hotel, and went up to the penthouse. She raised her hand to knock on the door, then paused. Through the fog in her mind, she felt apprehensive about where she was. Something did not feel right about this, and she took the mask/head covering part of her costume from her pocket and slipped it on. A feeling that she had to enter this door finally forced her to open it and step in.
The view inside was a severe shock to her. The huge room was dotted with beautiful women who were scantily clad and posed for seduction. Jean thought of the stories of bordellos and whore houses she had read about. Then she saw the bed in the center of the room. She gasped as she saw a man and a woman, both naked, moving about furiously. It gradually sank into her mind that they were having sex.
She and Scott Summers had been developing a closer and closer relationship lately. They had kissed and fondled each other at times, and they had spoken tentatively about consumating their love. But their young innocence had kept them from taking that step just yet. They were very close. Jean had dreamed of the event, a loving, sensual bonding of two people. But in front of her she saw course, disgusting rutting. Then the man shifted and she caught a glimpse of his face.
"Mastermind! What have you done here?" He looked at her with a smile and a leer that froze the blood in her veins. The woman that Jason had been fucking shifted her head and looked over at the intruder. Marvel Girl recognized her at once, and saw from the expression on her face that the sex had been forced on the woman. "Wanda?!? Oh my... Mastermind, get off of her at once! You sadistic bastard, you'll pay for what you've done to her!" Jean brought forward her hands, and she concentrated until a chair levitated from the floor. She prepared herself to throw it towards the enemy, knocking him down with the hurtling furniture.
But Mastermind never lost his smile. He barked out an order at her. "X-bitch, drop the chair and don't use your powers here! I didn't invite you for a battle, you're here to join my harem of lovelies. You are doing a little bit of a rescue, since the Witch will be getting a breather when you replace her in my bed! Take off your clothes and get over here! Now!" The female X-Man felt a fuzziness in her mind, and she could no longer concentrate on her telekinesis. The chair dropped to the floor. She shook her head to try and clear her thoughts, but found to her horror that her hands were unbuttoning her coat. She forced them down to her side and shouted, "NO! I won't obey you!"
Now Jason was the one who was surprised. Since he had recovered in the hospital, no female had resisted any of his orders. What was different about Marvel Girl? It didn't matter, he would still have her. He gestured to the other women. "All of you -- grab her!" Mastermind knew that if a dozen women held Marvel Girl down, he would still be able to rape her over and over. Jean tried to turn and get away, but a woman tackled her and held her legs. The others quickly grabbed her legs and arms and pinned her to the floor. Jason shouted out another order and Jean's squirming body was picked up and carried towards the bed. It seemed her virginity would soon be the victim of the evil mutant's lust.
But one of the women in the room had ignored Mastermind's order to rush Marvel Girl. Instead, hearing a voice in her mind she turned and moved to the glass doors that opened out to the balcony. She unlocked and swung open the doors, not noticed by the others who all had their attention on the struggle for Jean Grey on the far side of the room. Through the opening swooped a winged figure, and he carried another person who was also wearing the uniform of the X-Men. The Angel released his hold on the Beast, and the figure tumbled across the room. Coming up behind Jason Wyngarde, Hank McCoy smashed his clenched fists into the back of the villain's head, knocking him out. As soon as this happened the entry to the suite swung open, and Professor X, Cyclops and Iceman came in.
The Professor concentrated on touching the minds of the women, erasing the order to attack and calming them down. Cyclops hurried to Marvel Girl's side and took her in his arms. She shuddered as she thought about the severity of the danger she had experienced. She choked out what was on her mind. "Scott! I am so glad to see you! How did you find me here?" Charles Xavier turned towards her. "I saw you leaving the Institute from the window in my office, and I sensed at once that you were under the influence of someone else. I ordered the rest of the X-Men to join me in following you to see what was the menace that threatened you. We arrived just in time, I see." Marvel Girl nodded, then returned to enjoy the safety of Scott Summers' embrace.
Bobby Drake had pulled a sheet from the bed and moved over to Wanda Maximoff. He wrapped it around the young woman who had baan standing there in a daze, not even noticing she was totally naked in front of the X-Men. Iceman took ahold of her and guided her over to where the Professor sat. Xavier probed mentally into the edges of Wanda's mind, and she felt the terror and tension drain away. As her mind cleared, she noticed those about her and she spoke. "Professor X! What did you do?" The man smiled. "I took away the feelings that were paralyzing you, and helped your mind cope with what you have been through recently." She looked back at him, puzzled. "Why didn't you just erase from my mind the past two weeks?" He put a hand on her shoulder. "You would have sensed that gap in your memory. I think you may have tried to fill in the missing portion and imagined something far worse that what you had to endure." She shook her head. "No. I could not have possibly imagined anything worse than what he did to me."
The X-Men moved about helping the women to accept the release from their slavery. One by one the women were helped by Professor Xavier's mental soothing. As this was going on, Wanda realized she had to get dressed. In one of the bedrooms, as she did so, she happened to notice the phone. She suddenly thought of her brother, and knew he must be terribly worried about her since she disappeared. She called the brownstone where they had been staying, and he was very excited as soon as he recognized her voice. "Hello, Pietro? It's Wanda. Yes, it's me. I have been a prisoner here in the penthouse of the Ashton Hotel and I..." She heard the phone click, and the line went dead. Within a minute she heard a commotion out in the other room.
She opened the door and saw her brother by the entry, a half-circle of the X-Men facing him, poised for a fight. Her brother shouted, "Where is Wanda? What have you X-Men done to her?" He looked about at the women in the suite, some of whom were still sitting in their underwear. "What have you been doing with these women!?" She cried out, and when he saw her, he sped to her side. "Sister! Are you alright?" She replied. "I am now, brother. Do not be angry at the X-Men, it was their efforts that just brought about my rescue. I was the prisoner of the Mastermind. He survived and had developed a new mutant power. He could force any woman to do anything he wished..." Pietro stared into his sister's eyes. "My God... anything..." Ashamed, she lowered her gaze, and Quicksilver quickly deduced what it meant.
The speedster turned and shouted. "Where is he? I'll kill him for what he did!" The Professor spoke up. "No, Pietro, the man will be taken and imprisoned. Science will find a way to eliminate this horrible power of his, because it is too terrible to allow to exist in this world. But killing him is not the answer. That is what your Master would do. Magneto hates humankind and merely makes things worse by his blind rage. Do you really want to follow him down that path. I have often sensed that you and your sister did not fully think so. We will take care of the Mastermind. Turn your back on the hatred and vengeance, it will only destroy you in the end. Leave here in peace." Cyclops turned and spoke. "Professor, can we just let these two walk away here? It will be just a matter of time before we would have to face them in battle as they stood alongside Magneto."
Wanda looked up and spoke. "No, Cyclops. After what you have done for me here, I assure you we will no longer serve Magneto. My brother and I cannot ever imagine raising a hand against you and your friends. Only recently, Pietro and I wondered if we were involved in the mutant conflict on the wrong side. We owed Magneto a debt, but it appears what he asks us to do takes us too far." Jean Grey considered this. "Does that mean you and you brother would like to join us... to become members of the X-Men? I would welcome..." Bobby interrupted. "You can't be serious! These two have fought against us again and again. They probably just want to join us to stab us in the back the next time we face Magneto. I would never trust either one of them!"
Marvel Girl looked at her team-mates and saw some of that same thought in the faces of the others. She would have loved to have another young woman fight by her side, but could see it would not be possible. Charles Xavier spoke out. "In my contacts with the Avengers, Captain America recently mentioned the group was planning to change its roster and he was looking for new members. I think you two would have a good chance if you spoke to him about this."
And the pair of mutants followed this advice. Wanda packed up all the lovely clothes she had obtained and they went to the Avengers Mansion and had a meeting with Steve Rogers. He admitted he was most impressed with the pair and gave them a formal invitation to join the ranks of the super-group. Wanda and Pietro resolved they would take advantage of their new opportunity to the fullest. They both hoped this would mean a better future.
And as she unpacked her suitcases, Wanda hung up the beautiful dresses and found a small business card tucked in one of them. She smiled, and picked up the phone by her bed. She asked to be put through to Ms. Chanel. "Hello? This is Wanda Maximoff. I spoke with you some time ago at your shop when I was there with Joleene Haven. Oh, you remember me! That's very flattering of you! I am calling to see if you would still be interested in my participation at the charity event you spoke about. I would very much like to participate. Thank you!" The designer had said she would very much like Wanda to be a part of the show. The Scarlet Witch sat on her bed and stared at the card, wondering how her dreams as a young girl had managed to turn out so well.
Part Seven
Professor X contacted Reed Richards at the Baxter Building and outlined the problem presented by the Mastermind's new power. Mr. Fantastic listened to what Charles Xavier had to say, but explained that the Fantastic Four were just about to leave the country due to a request from the French government for help against an effort by Doctor Doom to destabilize the countries that were near Latveria. Reed said he would be happy to work on this new problem, but not until the trouble in Europe was resolved.
Charles thought this was unfortunate. He contacted Tony Stark, but when Tony looked over the problem, he felt that he could not handle it. He was more suited to research and experimentation in the connection of electonics to physical beings. Iron Man advised that in the area of altering a person's natural abilities, the best scientist to consult would be Henry Pym. He could probably alter the Mastermind's physiology somehow and eliminate the terrible power he had accessed.
So Mastermind, heavily sedated, was brought to Avengers Mansion and taken to one of the laboratories in the subterranean levels. Hank did dozens of tests on the villian, then asked the Scarlet Witch and Marvel Girl to go over what had happened during their contacts with him. Wanda refused to hold back anything, and despite the shame she felt, she told exactly how she had been controlled by Jason Wyngarde.
Hank considered this as he worked. Women had be forced to be submissive and totally obedient. Not like his bitch of a wife who he had caught several times screwing Steve Rogers. Other people who were involved thought Mastermind's new power was so horrible and they would have been surprised to find that Hank Pym did not agree. In questioning Marvel Girl about the surgery Mastermind had needed after the plane crash, he learned of the blood Jean had provided the wounded man. Hank analyzed her blood, and Jason's, as well as a sample of Mastermind's blood when he had first been taken to the hospital. Elements of Jean's blood had combined with the villian's, and this was found to be the source of the strange power. Hank ran the man's blood through a modified dialysis machine that filtered out the special components of the blood.
Hank called Wanda down to the lab, and she was startled to see Jason was strapped down on a gurney but awake. Mastermind saw her and called out, "Get over here! Release me from this and get me out of here!" Wanda took a deep breath, then walked over to him. She slapped him hard across his face and shouted, "You bastard, you won't be enslaving women anymore!" Hank called a couple of security officers into the lab and they stood Mastermind up, shackled him in chains, and took him away to a high security prison where he would not be a problem. Just to be on the safe side, he would have no contact with any female personnel.
The Scarlet Witch turned to Hank afterwards and thanked him for his work. He looked at her and smiled. "Yes, I was able to take that ability away from him. I duplicated the effect in these capsules." Hank showed her a small red capsule in his hand. She looked at it and suddenly felt uneasy. She asked, "Why would you have bothered to do that? No man should have such a power over women..." Then he gave he an odd look and popped the capsule into his mouth. She took a step back as she suddenly feared that something terrible was about to happen.
"The way women are, this is the only way to control a woman and be sure she is faithful. Don't move, Wanda. I want you to very affectionate to me, to always obey me and never have any thoughts about doing otherwise. You will think it is your own will that makes you act this way. In your costume I have considered you a very beautiful woman. Take your clothes off, my dear, and prepare to have an energetic, passionate sexual session with me in bed. You will do everything you can to satisfy me. A pharmaceutical firm I was doing research with has developed a wonderful blue pill that will allow me to fuck you over and over for hours..."
As Jan spent her time apart from her husband, she didn't notice how much time her new team-mate spent with Hank. Wanda had been ordered to be discrete around others and only to display her subserviance when she was alone with the scientist. The attentions of the Scarlet Witch whenever he wanted them pleased Hank quite a bit, but he soon picked up that Jan and Steve were still having an occasional romantic tryst every. Hank decided that he had to get even with
his cheating wife, and eventually planned an elaborate scheme for his revenge.
Part Eight
Janet was sitting in the study reviewing some of the Avengers' files when she suddenly decided to go down to Hank's lab. She could not think off hand why she had decided to do so, but she was curious about what Hank was up to. She wondered if there was a chance that they could reconcile their relationship after what had happened in the past few weeks. She wondered how the two of them had found themselves so torn apart.
The door of the elevator opened and she walked down the corridor to the lab. When she entered, she stopped in shock. There on the floor she saw Wanda Maximoff and Hank fucking furiously. Scarlet Witch was on her back and Hank had his cock deep into her pussy. Wanda's entire body was thrashing and she moaned and squealed with delight as she passionately climaxed from her copulation. Janet stood in the doorway with her mouth hanging open as she watched the spectacle before her. She saw Hank grow tense, then grunt as he ejaculated a load of sperm into the redhead.
He stood up, and turned to look at his wife. "Well, darling, you can see I solved that problem with my dick. It's nice and stiff now, and able to handle lots of fucking." Janet looked at the pair with revulsion, as Wanda got up on her knees, reached for Hank's penis and took it into her mouth where she licked and sucked at the shaft that had just done her. As it stiffened, she looked up at him and spoke. "You are ready, Master. Will you please fuck me once again?"
Janet yelled at Hank, "What did you do to her?" Hank turned on a malecious grin. "I diagnosed the condition Mastermind had and cured him of it. But I was able to extract it, and now I am the one who can force any woman to do anything. Take off your costume, darling. And come over here." The Wasp tried to resist that command, but her willpower was gone. She stripped and came to stand near him.
"Turn around, bend over at your waist. Scarlet, let Jan use her tongue to clean off your pussy." The Witch got into position on a table and her legs spread, exposing her cunt that was full of spunk and cum. Jan put her face into the crotch and began to lick and suck at Wanda's twat, causing the the Witch to wiggle with pleasure. And Hank came up behind Jan's ass and reached to squeeze her butt cheeks. His thumbs pulled her ass open and he pushed his cock into her virgin crapper. He could have ordered her to enjoy being fucked in the ass, but he didn't. Instead he enjoyed her whimpering and screaming from the misery and shame of what she had always tried to avoid.
He bent forward and put his head by hers. He whispered into her ear, "How does it feel, you damned bitch? Way back on our wedding night, we were fucking up a storm when I asked to put my cock to your pooper. You went ballistic, yelling up a storm. You told me no woman of your class would allow such a thing. You were so much better than that, and you were insulted by my even mentioning it. Right from that instant I figured out you thought you were too good for me. You loved me, but felt you were dipping into the trash for a husband. And you made sure I always knew it. I was allowed to fuck you, but I never took you... you always had to give me permission to approach Queen Jan before I provide sex as your servant."
"Then you went too far, Jan, fucking Steve like you did. Telling him about us. Our marraige vows are broken, and you are going to pay with pain and misery for doing that, you bitch!" He pressed hard, forcing his cock into her back door and shooting a load of cum into her bowels. As he pulled out, she collapsed to the floor and shuddered from the tears and the sobbing that engulfed her.
Hank grabbed her hair and yanked her to her feet. "Now I want you to make a little phone call, Jan. You are going to call your broker and have him liquidate every bit of your fortune. He'll sell the properties, cash in the stocks and bonds and dispose of everything of value you own. Then you will tell him you want all that money to be donated to charitable organizations. He will get a list of over a hundred different religious centers devoted to the help of unwed mothers and their bastard children and you will share out all that money. He's going to ask you why, and you will sob and tell him as a teenager you had three illegitimate kids who you just killed off rather than raise them, and you are feeling the guilt and want to try to make up for it." Jan was puzzled. "Why... why would I say such a horrible lie?"
He smiled. "You will say what I want because you have no choice. You will use the phone on the desk over here because it is the one phone that is not hooked into the Avengers security link. A nasty reporter has been anonymously tipped off about the call and will be listening. In a few days, your face and this story will be on the front of every trash sheet on the supermarket shelves. You will be hated by everyone all over the world. You won't be lovable Janet the heroine, you'll be the most hated bitch on the planet! And a few days later, you'll have a press conference where you announce you are retiring and going to spend your days in a convent to ask God for forgiveness. You won't be famous and looked up to by people anymore. You will be thought of with nothing but disgust."
"You won't really go to a convent, of course. That's just the story to cover your disappearance. Do you recall Giusseppe Borandino?" She looked at him and slightly recalled the name, shaking her head. "He was a gang boss we tried to put out of business some time ago. He was into prostitution, white slavery, smuggling, and pushing hard drugs. We closed down a lot of his operations, but never got to pin anything directly to him." Hank turned his head and called to the next room, "Hey Joe, come on in!"
Sure enough, Janet recognized the crime lord and wondered how he came to be here. Borandino took a long look over her that made Jan cringe, then turned to Hank. "What's going on, Avenger? I got a message that you wanted to meet and work out a deal, and you said you would make up for all the trouble you caused my operation in the past."
"Well, Borandino, I am going to be leaving the Avengers and need to develop a new source of income. I have found a way to order any woman to do anything I want. Complete total control. I can provide to you, totally tamed and willing to do what you want, a supply of bitches. You run them, and we split the money. I'll take 50%, and you will still make a small fortune." The gang lord thought about this for a minute. "Sounds good. Too good. Are you trying to pull something on me, hero? How can I trust you?"
Hank grinned. "I can understand your reluctance. I have to prove to you I am serious. I'll do that with a gift. I am going to give you my wife. You can torture her, fuck her, whore her out in one of your houses. She'll make you money and you can pay her back for what she did when she was trying to put you out of business." Jan's face showed the horror in her as she thought of what the gang lord would do to her. Borandino leered at her, and she knew he would take her and inflict a lot of pain on her as the first part of her enslavement. The boss then looked over at Wanda, whose nude body was still posed seductively as she crouched next to Hank. "What about the redhead, Avenger? Is she part of the deal? I can see her pulling in a lot of cash while on her back. She's got the looks and would be a really classy whore."
Hank thought about that for a few seconds, then shook his head. "No, partner. After my wife's past is revealed and she drops out of the public eye, I should get a lot of sympathy from the public. I will be fucking this hot bitch whenever I want, but in public she will be seen as the lady who is trying to help me cope with my suffering. A short while after I get a divorce, I will marry the Scarlet Witch and she will be my second wife. A wife I can trust because she will be forced to obey my every whim. I may grow tired of her after a while. If so, she'll be all yours." Giuseppe put out a hand and they shook on their deal. Hank turned to Jan and looked into her eyes. "From now on, my dear wife, you will do anything Mr. Borandino orders you to do. You will make no effort to escape your slavery, and will never contact anyone from your past. Goodbye, bitch!" Then the criminal overlord took Jan and went back to his townhouse. He fucked the Wasp over and over, making sure to punish her body and inflict all the pain he felt was due his old enemy. Then he turned her over to his bodyguards, who raped and brutalized her over and over for the next forty-eight hours.
Janet was cleaned up and delivered to a high-class whore-house on the north side of the city. Her hair was dyed blonde and she was told that henceforth she would be known as Melody. From then on, men came in and she was forced to put up with any pain they afflicted on her. She was fucked by strangers several times a night. The house madame would tell them as they came in, "This beauty is Melody, and she enjoys pain. Don't do any permanent damage, gentlemen, but you can do whatever else you want."
In the past my stories have been mostly devoted to DC heroines like Wonder Woman and Batgirl. But I had this idea for a nasty ending for the Wasp, and it developed into a tale taken from the mid-60's Marvel Universe. Early in Marveldom, there was a time when heroines were few and far-between in the arena. Sue Richards, Wanda Maximoff and Jean Grey were token females in their groups, and Black Widow was a villianess. Wasp was a sidekick to the feeble excuse for a hero (Ant-Man) and the Scarlet Witch was a villainess who got pushed into the new Avengers line-up where Captain America had her and a couple of other ex-bad guys on his new team. It was a far different Marvel Universe than the one we have today, where provocatively clad bomb-shells are featured everywhere.
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