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This woman is completely crazy. That’s blatantly obvious at this point. I mean she has single handedly killed just about every person you knew back at the temple.
Plus she kidnapped you and brought you to some evil-looking temple in the middle of the freezing cold mountains. Where you’re forced to hang suspended in the air by red ropes of magic and watch her float above some candles.
You’re held up like a starfish and even though you know it’s useless after struggling for the past what feels like hours. You’re still pulling at the restraints around your limbs.
You kick your legs and yank at your arms, twisting your body trying to do anything to get one of your limbs out.
She can read minds, another thing you have to keep remembering, it’s difficult to concentrate on shielding your mind from hers and also think of a plan to escape but it seems to be working fine.
Movement across the room catches your attention as one of the rock giants under her control walks over to you.
You tug more vigorously at your restraints as it comes closer to you, flinching when it wraps one of its stone hands around your wrist.
The restraints around your wrists and ankles dissipate just in time for the creature to yank you back and fling you against a wall.
You have a brief second to try and shield your body from the impact but pain still radiates from your arm as you slam into the solid stone and then fall a few feet to the floor below.
“Stop moving.” You jerk your head in the direction of the witch hissing at you. You try to scramble back when you see how close she is to you, no longer floating on her “throne” instead standing a few feet away from you.
“I need focus, and your squirming and whining is making it very hard.”
Whining? You hadn’t been whining.
“In your head. Your attempts to shield your feeble mind from me are rather futile.” Fuck.
Thankfully your next move doesn’t even cross your mind, it’s pure instinct when you fling your hand out sending a simple spell her way. A move she clearly wasn’t expecting as it manages to catch her by surprise and sends her stumbling back.
It gives you a brief second to jump up and dash towards the opening, your only plan being to jump off the edge of the tower and hope you survive.
You fling yourself towards the edge of the tower and hover for a brief second in the air before you start to fall, and then you stop falling a second later when red mist surrounds your body and yanks you back into the tower.
You slam back into the same wall as before falling back down at Wanda’s feet. Somehow you manage to lift your head up and look at her considerably more pissed off expression.
Her eyes glow red as her magic surrounds you once more and lifts you off the ground to hang suspended in the air in front of her.
“Did you really think that would work?” The condescension drips from her words as she leans back against the altar and watches as you struggle against her magic.
“No.” Trying to act brave when you were scared shitless was something you were good at, alongside pissing people off, both of which you were trying to do. Angry people are more likely to make mistakes and a mistake means you might be able to escape. “I just really wanted to hit you.”
Wanda’s magic disappears from around your body freeing your limbs, but also dropping you back onto the floor. Thankfully you have enough warning and land on your feet this time.
“And so you did, something I won’t be quick to forget.” Something about the way her eyes seem to sparkle for a moment scares you shitless. “Are you content enough to be still and silent now?”
“Content? Of course I’m not content.” It becomes a little more obvious why you were dropped back onto your feet, when you realize you have to look up to make eye contact with Wanda, something which makes you seem even more powerless. “You kidnapped me. I’m not going to sit here and be still, I’m going to do everything I can to run away from you.”
“Run away from me huh?” She cocks her head to the side. “Hm I think you’ve given me an idea. See I won’t have to worry about you if your legs don’t work. I can just let you sit there helpless on the ground.”
You step back slightly. This woman has killed hundreds of people merely hours ago, she’s obviously not above breaking your back.
“Oh I’m not going to break your back. I was thinking of something less permanent.” Her smile is down right sadistic as she waves her hand flinging you onto the pedestal in the middle of the room.
You start to sit up but once again red ropes curl around your wrists and ankles, spreading you out across the stone.
At this point you don’t even bother trying to fight against them, deciding that wasting your energy would hurt more than struggling would help.
“Aw, you’re already starting to learn.” You flinch as slim fingers poke your ankle just above where you’re bound by magic. You clench your jaw in an effort to keep still as Wanda’s fingers trail up your leg. The tingles spreading through your body as a result of her touch must be the work of some magic she’s doing.
“However you’re going to hurt me just get it over with. You’re not building suspense, just boring me.” She pinches your hip bone and even though it’s through your robes you still jerk away from the pain.
“I would watch your mouth. I think you should be rather grateful I’m granting you the mercy of foreplay.” Immediately you freeze and your mouth goes dry. Foreplay. Foreplay as in-
“Sex.” Wanda interrupts your thoughts, which she’s very obviously listening to at this point.
For once in your life you can think of nothing to say. No comebacks, no insults, hell you can’t even think of any pleas. Your mind has gone completely blank at the thought of you and Wanda having sex. And then Wanda naked, and you naked, and your bodies together, and her touching you, and her fucking you, and-
“Oh that’s a pretty picture you have in your head.” Wanda smirks down at you, raking her eyes over your now shaking body. “You have a very vivid imagination.”
Finally your brain starts to work again as you try to shut out all images of the woman above you. “Don’t touch me.”
“And if I did touch you, what would you do?” She places one hand on your abdomen, even through the thick material you can feel her nails digging into your skin.
“Stop.” You tug against the binds and push your body up trying to shove her away from you.
“You want me to stop?” Her smile grows wider as her hand trails lower. She stops when her palm is resting right against your clit, how she found it through your layers of clothing you have no idea. “And what about now, still want me to stop?”
“S-Stop.” You sound so frail, but you haven’t the mind to care as most of your focus has gone to not moving your hips against her hand. Somehow you had gotten incredibly aroused without even realizing it.
“Your will is already fading. This might be easier than I thought. How boring.” Her degradation somehow only adds to your arousal and you can feel your wetness growing. It must be some kind of mind trick she’s doing.
“Oh darling,” You twitch at her pet name for you, “while your vivid thoughts are interesting, I’m not making you feel anything. Your body’s reaction is all yours.”
Somehow that makes it worse than if she was manipulating your body. Because no you couldn’t- You can’t want this woman. She’s horrible. She killed all of your friends-
“Get out of your head. Your whining is infuriating.”
“Well so was you killing everyone I cared about. You’re a-” Your breath hitches as she grinds her palm against you.
“Sorry, what was that? You trailed off.” You twist your head, refusing to look at her smirk any longer.
You bite your tongue trying to quiet the whine in your throat as she continues to grind her hand against you. “Answer me.” You jump as her free hand grabs your jaw and yanks your face back towards hers.
“Nothing.” You’re completely at the Witch’s mercy, she truly could kill you in a second if she wanted to.
“And you were so brave earlier, how disappointing.” She drops her hands away from you and takes a step back.
With a wave of her hand red wisps surround you and you feel your clothes disappear. The cold is more prominent now as you shiver against the cold stone beneath you. You twist your head towards Wanda, “give me my-”
Wanda must have removed her suit the same way she removed yours because she’s standing naked before you now and all thoughts fade from your mind as you watch her eyes rake over your body.
You take the opportunity to drop your eyes down her body. Your eyes, or course, catch on her chest as your eyes make their way back up her naked body. When you finally reach her face you find Wanda’s eyes staring back into yours, her smirk is becoming a permanent feature on her face at this point.
The thought that she caught you staring and most definitely read your mind while you were doing so makes your face heat up and you drop your head back refusing to look at her.
“Aw, did you get embarrassed? Poor baby.” This time you remain still as her fingers brush against your thigh. “You can stare if you want. I don’t mind.”
You squeeze your eyes shut as her fingers brush your inner thigh, a few inches higher and she would be- No no no don’t think about that.
Her hand trails higher until she’s just barely brushing your core. “So wet detka.”
You open your eyes in confusion as an accent slips into her voice.
“Sokovian.” She answers your question before you even think about it.
The only thing you know about Sokovia is that it was always in the midst of a brutal civil war and that the Avengers destroyed a large part of it, which probably explains a lot about her personality.
You scream as Wanda forces two fingers inside you without warning. Maybe you thought of a sensitive subject? You whine and tremble as she thrusts them in and out of you roughly. “Are you a virgin?”
It’s ridiculous that she thinks you can respond to her question while she fucks you like this. “Oh come on, you can make snarky remarks while fighting, you should be able to answer a simple question with only two fingers inside you.”
The way she says only two fingers makes it sound like she has a lot more than two fingers planned for you and the thought has you clenching around her while you struggle to answer her question. “N-no.”
She hums and slows her pace slightly, a brief release until you feel her start to push her fingers deeper and deeper inside you. “So tight though.”
After getting used to the stretch you relax slightly as Wanda pushes her fingers and in and out of your body. You clench your jaw to stifle the moan as her fingers brush that sensitive spot inside you.
It doesn’t seem to work though as Wanda coos down at you. “Oh that’s your spot isn’t it.” It’s clear she doesn’t need an answer, because she starts curling her fingers and hitting it on every thrust.
“F-Fuck.” You moan as she brushes her thumb against your clit. She rubs it back and forth while her free hand wraps around your throat.
“Watch your mouth.” She squeezes slightly before relaxing her hand.
No one has ever had you on the edge of coming so fast. Wanda probably wants you to ask for permission or something but screw her.
You bite your lip as you fall over the edge arching into Wanda’s hand. Just as a wave of pleasure hits you Wanda pulls her hand completely away leaving you to tremble and shake as your hips thrust up into the air trying to get anything to get true release.
Ruined orgasm. You’ve never had one before but that must be what it is. Somehow it’s worse than being edged and you feel the need for release now even worse than before.
Ignoring Wanda’s cross expression staring down at your sweat slicked body you slowly regain control of your breathing enough to speak. “Fucking bitch.”
Probably not the smartest choice of words as seconds later Wanda’s hand smacks across your face. It’s the first time Wanda’s hurt you with her own hands and while you didn’t think she looks that strong physically, it hurts like a bitch. Your cheek stings and you’re sure there’s going to be a well defined handprint tomorrow, if you’re still alive.
“I think you’re very aware that in this situation if you want to cum, you’re going to need to ask politely.”
You do your best to steady your voice. “I’m not going to beg if that’s what you want.”
“You will.” You try to calm your thoughts as Wanda slides onto the altar and straddles your waist. “If you won’t beg me for permission,” she leans down and fully presses her body against yours, her mouth beside your ear, “you’ll beg me to stop.”
Before you have time to comprehend she pushes her fingers back inside you again. Wanda wastes no time setting a brutal pace as she grinds her palm down against your clit.
It doesn’t help your arousal that you can feel her dripping center pressed against your waist and for some reason knowing she’s as turned on as you makes you feel slightly better about your helpless condition.
You feel the pressure building your abdomen again and you start wiggling your hips against Wanda’s hand. “Wanda.”
The urge to ask her is already present but you won’t submit to it. You cut yourself off at her name.
“Oh that won’t do.” She talks lazily, no longer fighting to hide her thick accent. “We can think of something better for you to call me. What do you want to call me?”
“Wanda.” Your lips brush against her shoulder as you speak.
“There’s better things you could call me though. Like oh-” She sits up and you watch as her eyes fade from red back to green, she was reading your mind. Shit. “That little thing you’ve never told anyone. That one kink you have.”
You clamp your mouth shut, not trusting yourself to speak reasonably. She leans back down and you try to ignore how perfect your bodies feel against one another.
You whine as she trails her tongue along your earlobe. “Come on, we both know what you want to call me.”
“I don’t.” You arch against her body as she brings you closer and closer.
“You do. Give in. Give in to me. Give in to mommy.” Any rational thoughts leave your mind. You moan as she grinds her palm rougher against you.
“M-Mommy.” The word rolls off your tongue as Wanda nips your ear.
“Yes baby.” You don’t need to see her face to know she’s smirking. “Are you gonna cum? Go on. Cum for mommy.”
Instantly your body complies to her order and you cum on her hand, moaning against her skin. She slows down as she works you through your orgasm. After you collapse back against the stone, she sits up and pulls her fingers out.
Your eyes widen as she brings her hand up and sucks the fingers that were just inside you into her mouth. As she closes her eyes, as if savoring the taste you try to ignore the already returning desire for her.
“So good baby. Who knew you could be such a good listener.” Wanda removes her fingers from her mouth and lowers her hand to prod them at your lips. Your lips part and you obediently suck her fingers as she pushes them into your mouth.
Wanda keeps her fingers in your mouth as she repositions herself between your legs. It’s then that you feel what must be a strap on, one that you have no idea when she put on or where it came from.
Wanda pushes the tip against your entrance and you can’t help but squirm when you feel how big it is. Sure you’re not a virgin but you’ve never taken anything this big.
“Don’t worry. Mommy will make it fit just try to relax, it'll be easier that way.” And then she’s pushing inside you.
You whine around her fingers as your walls stretch around her. The ropes around your limbs dig painfully into your skin as you shake and tug against them.
A tear falls down your cheek before you even notice it. After what feels like an eternity of pain Wanda presses her body back down against yours and stills.
“Shhhh.” She shushes your muffled sobs as she gives you a moment to get used to the stretch.
When the pain starts to subside Wanda pulls out maybe halfway, you sigh with relief, only for her to thrust back in a second later.
She repeats this a few times before speeding up her pace. You lose all control of your body as she starts to thrust into you harder and harder.
Wanda pulls her fingers from your mouth and uses the hand to prop herself up, using the other hand to drop between your bodies and circle your clit.
All pain fades to pleasure as you feel another orgasm fast approaching. “W- Mommy I-”
Your words are cut off by a moan as Wanda thrusts particularly hard. She keeps her brutal pace while she speaks. “You gonna beg me baby? Go on. Beg your mommy to let you come.”
“I need-” It’s hard to choke out the words. “Please mommy I need to cum.”
The smile Wanda gives you lets you know how royally you just fucked up by submitting to her. “Good girl cum for mommy.”
You throw your head back as you orgasm again. Wanda mumbling breathless praises in your ear as she keeps pounding into you.
But she doesn’t stop when your aftershocks fade instead she keeps roughly fucking into you with no response to how you writhe and sob beneath her.
As she fucks you through another almost painful orgasm, you realize exaclty what she meant when she said you’d be begging her to stop.
After your third orgasm in a row the restraints on your body fade, Wanda opting for securing your wrists with one her own hands instead.
Even after you break down and plead with her to give you a break she doesn’t stop. Again and again Wanda mercilessly takes you apart on her throne.
Wanda no longer holds your wrists, instead they’re clasped loosely around her shoulders, your body having lost its energy to move a long time ago.
“Please.” You once again plead with the Witch above you, praying that after what feels like an hour of this she’ll finally listen. “Please I can’t take it anymore.”
Wanda grunts in response. The only sign that she’s been using any effort this entire time is the sheen of sweat over her skin and the way her chest heaves against your own.
“Sure about that?” One of your hands tangles loosely in her damp hair. “I think you can. I think you owe me more, don’t you? Remember how you hit me? I said I wouldn’t forget that and then trying to come without permission? That can’t go unpunished.”
“Please please I’m sorry I won’t do it again I- just please mommy please I’ll be good I’ll be good for you.” Wanda doesn’t respond, instead she snaps her hips forward in a way that has shaking with yet another painful orgasm.
As you shake through the aftershocks, Wanda finally, finally slows her pace and collapses on top of you. The thought of taking this opportunity to escape never crosses your mind, instead you tuck your head into her neck and inhale her foresty scent.
You try to fight your eyes slipping shut as exhaustion ways your entire body and mind down.
“Good girl.” Wanda finally mumbles into the crook of your neck. She pushes herself off you and slowly eases out of you.
You’re used to the feeling of Wanda’s magic surrounding your body so it doesn’t bother you when red tendrils swirl around both of your bodies.
It feels like your body is cleaned which is a little odd, but the feeling fades as clothes slip back over your naked form.
You pick your head up when you realize what’s covering you isn’t your sorcerer robes, the sweatshirt and pajama pants on your body aren’t even ones you recognize.
“They’re mine. I actually destroyed your robes when I took them off, I thought they were rather ugly.” You watch Wanda as she sits back and looks down at you. She actually seems calmer now than she did earlier.
She’s also back in her suit and looks very clean all things considered. “Magic.” She strokes her hand down the side of your cheek, almost affectionately? She moves as if she’s wiping away the tears from earlier even though they’re no longer there. “All magic.”
Her eyes flash red for a moment. “Now, I can work uninterrupted I believe.” With a wave of her hand, you’re lifted into the air and deposited on a cot she must have conjured in the corner of the tower’s room.
A blanket curls around your body and you sink back into the mattress.
You hear what must be the stone giants moving around and it sounds like one of them gets closer to you but just as you drift off to sleep you hear Wanda’s voice cutting through your sleepy haze.
“Don’t worry about her, she’s not going anywhere.”