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🕑 Added 2021-05-09 18:44:05 +0000 UTCDarcy felt as if she’d drifted off to sleep and then snapped back awake, but what she woke up to was in no way, shape, or form the SWORD facility set up to monitor the Hex. And it damn sure wasn’t her accommodations.
She recognized it though. All of a sudden, she was inside the show she’d been watching so obsessively, just like Monica, just like everyone in Westview. She was face to face with Wanda… and she was naked, everything but a choker around her neck.
No, not a choker. A leather collar. She could feel the metal studs in it, pressing coldly against her skin.
Darcy faintly tried to cover herself with her hands, suddenly ungrateful for her ample breasts. All she could think was that just like she’d perved on Monica, there were probably all sorts of SWORD suits getting off on the sight of her naked. And she couldn’t do a thing to cover up her fat ass except to back up against the wall. She might have her jugs and pussy covered up, but no doubt plenty of her colleagues were rewinding and freeze-framing, examining every glimpse they got of her nude, voluptuous body.
Wanda smiled at her, as Stepford as ever, her arms folded behind her back like a preening beauty pageant contestant. “Don’t worry about us being seen. I thought this should be a lost episode… so to speak. While you get settled in.”
“What am I doing here?” Darcy demanded, though she hardly felt like she was in much of a position to ask questions, her naked flesh goosepimpled, the only thing she wore her glasses. “Why’d you take me?”
“As a warning to SWORD,” Wanda explained, simply and politely, like she was talking to a child. “I can’t have any more drone strikes, Darcy. So this is their punishment. I’m taking you, one of their people, and from now on, you’ll be mine.” Then she smiled nicely. “I knew you wouldn’t mind too much—being part of the family. It’s not like you have kids or a boyfriend or people rushing to be friends with you and all your sarcastic comments. So you see, I’m really being quite reasonable. Not the irrational Nazi terrorist you like to paint me as.”
“Yeah, you’re just another hard-working immigrant trying to live the American Dream,” Darcy said, her trademark sarcasm still armed and ready even when she was otherwise scared out of her mind.
Wanda scowled at her. “You’ve got a smart tongue, Darcy. It’s not really appropriate to the setting. Young girls should be seen and not heard.”
“Young girls? Dude, I’m like thirty…”
“Shush!” Wanda snapped at her, and maybe she used her powers or maybe Darcy was just that frightened, but she felt the breath rush out of her lungs. “I can see you’re not going to work out as a new neighbor. Not like Geraldine—now she’s a born submissive. But don’t worry, I planned for this. You are a bit old to adopt, so instead, we’re going to make you the family dog.”
Darcy gaped while Wanda smiled brilliantly at her. “Man, what the fuck are you smoking—“
“On the floor!” Wanda said brusquely, pointing downward in no uncertain terms. “All fucking fours, bitch. I won’t ask again.”
Sheer physical force gripped Darcy, pressing her down so hard she thought for a second she was being crushed under an elevator. She fell to her knees, then to all fours, and the pressure let up. But she knew if she tried to get back on her feet, she’d be weighted down to where Wanda wanted her once more.
Wanda approached her, taking her hands out from behind her back. She had a leash in them. She attached the end to Darcy’s collar, then pulled tight on it, tight enough to make it difficult for Darcy to breathe. Wanda smirked as Darcy gasped for breath, then sucked in air when Wanda let up the tension.
“You don’t have to hurt me,” Darcy choked out, her eyes full of tears. “You don’t have to hurt me. I’ll do what you want.”
“That’s right,” Wanda enthused, reaching down to pat Darcy’s head. “You’re a good doggie, aren’t you? You’re gonna follow your mistress around. And when I say ‘here, doggie,’ you’re gonna bark just like a dog.”
“Please, Wanda, c’mon, can’t I be a neighbor or a babysitter—“
Wanda laughed. “You’re a little scamp, aren’t you, doggie? Let’s go, Darcy. I want to show you off to Vision. He loves dogs.”
Darcy had never been so humiliated, so degraded. To be led around in front of other people and have to bark like a dog. She wouldn’t do it. Let Wanda torture her—she wouldn’t do it!
“No,” Darcy said, her voice a whisper. “I won’t do it!”
Wanda seemed not to even hear her. “Oh, I almost forgot! You have a collar, just like a good doggie, but you don’t have a tail! Any good doggie needs a nice, long tail.”
Then Darcy felt something penetrating into the tender tightness of her asshole. Her own perverted mind flew straight to what it was—some kind of buttplug, no doubt with a tail attached to the other end. Not that it mattered what it looked like. All that mattered now was how much it hurt being shoved up Darcy’s unprepared anus by Wanda’s magic.
“Oh fuck! Fuck!”
“That doesn’t sound like a good doggie.” Wanda cupped a hand to her ear. “Here. I’ll make it easy for you: speak! Speak, girl, speak!”
“Ruff! Ruff! Ruff—ruff—ruff!” Darcy barked, feeling her anal passage explode with agony as the buttplug forced its way deeper inside.
Wanda made a gesture and the pain ceased, her stopped-up asshole feeling free and open once more. “Good doggie. The tail can wait a while—until you’re housebroken. But in the next episode, you’d better believe you’ll be wearing it.” Wanda pulled on the leash. “Once more, girl. Just so I know you’ve learned your lesson.”
Darcy somehow managed to imitate what she vaguely remembered a dog’s bark sounded like through the haze of confusion and mortification she was feeling. It was met with loud laughter from Wanda. She pulled on the leash harder.
“That’s good. Let’s give you a treat, girl.”
Darcy struggled to keep up on her hands and knees as Wanda walked into the other room. She knew Wanda wouldn’t hesitate to yank on the dangling leash between them if she fell behind.
“Oh Vizh?” Wanda called. “I’ve made a new friend today…”
Vision was sitting in his easy chair, his upper body hidden behind the evening paper he was reading. “Well, I’m not surprised, dear. You are quite personable.”
“Oh, this isn’t a person,” Wanda told him. “Speak!”
Although Darcy’s skin flushed with embarrassment, she barked like a dog once more. Vision chuckled good-naturedly as he sat down his paper.
“Wanda, what are you doing with a dog?”
“Isn’t she adorable?” Wanda squealed. “I thought now that I’ve got you housebroken, I should move on to a new challenge.”
Vision scowled at her. “I know how this is going to go. You’ll promise to take care of her, then I’ll find myself taking her for walks and feeding her and cleaning up after her.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Wanda said defensively. “Why don’t you take her for a walk and then maybe you’ll change your mind about her?”
Vision bit the inside of his cheek. “She is a rather fine-looking animal at that. A purebred?”
“I wouldn’t know, I haven’t bred her yet,” Wanda teased. She smiled at Darcy. “How about it, girl? Like a little doggy style?”
Darcy was too ashamed to even speak. How could an Avenger—two Avengers—treat her this way? Already she felt cheap and dirty and used. Yet excited. She knew how much Geraldine… Monica… had enjoyed being their love slave. Would Darcy end up like her? A total slut, caring only about whether the next orgasm she had came from Vision’s cock or Wanda’s pussy?
“She’s a little shy,” Wanda said to Vision, “but you already know how to treat a bitch.”
“That I do,” Vision said, taking the leash from Wanda’s hand. “Has she been spayed?”
“The vet has a lot of dogs scheduled before her, but you know what they say—every dog has its day!”
Darcy wondered what chance she would have if she bounded to her feet and ran for the door. She’d probably be able to rip the leash out of Vision’s hand, but that was all she’d accomplish. There was no getting away from Wanda.
No, she was clearly about to get the same treatment Monica had, in episode after episode. Being punished for her clumsy spills and pratfalls by being bent over Vision’s knee and spanked. Giving Wanda a spongebath when the showerhead conked out. Once, when Wanda and Vision had had a fight, they’d divided the house in two—Monica’s cunt on one side and her mouth on the other. The married couple had taken predictable advantage of the ends they’d both ended up with.
Now it was Darcy’s turn. “Oh my God,” Darcy moaned, feeling the collar pull against her neck.
“Come along, girl,” Vision ordered, opening the bedroom door and guiding her inside. “First things first: we need to finalize the sleeping arrangements. Obviously, my wife and I sleep together, unless I have to sleep on the couch, but that only happens when I’ve really screwed up—or when she thinks Geraldine has earned not sleeping in the floor. I suppose we ought to invest in a cot for the two of you. Maybe a doghouse.”
“Wha—what are you going to do to me?” Darcy asked, her voice trembling. “Mr. Vision, please, if you’re in there, you know this is wrong. You don’t have to do what Wanda tells you.”
“Well, you certainly take being told to ‘speak’ to heart,” Vision said. “Slight change of plans: first things first, let’s have a little muzzle until we’re sure this doggie knows not to bite.”
Wanda had accounted for everything—there was already a Darcy-sized muzzle lying on the nightstand. Vision picked it up and crammed it into Darcy’s mouth, then secured it around her head.
“There we are. You’ll learn what that mouth is for soon enough. A few loving licks I can withstand, but I have a zero-tolerance policy on all yipping, yapping, and yammering! Oh, don’t give me that look. I love dogs! Here, I’ll let you up on the bed. You wouldn’t believe what Geraldine had to do for that!”
He picked her up and tossed her on the bed—the springs of the mattress squeaked and rippled under her. Darcy scurried up to the headboard and protectively wrapped herself in the fetal position. Vision seemed to be entirely in Wanda’s power, entirely doing what she wanted, and so there was no telling what was in store for Darcy at her behest.
Vision began to undress. “Now—Darcy, was it? I want you to understand, I love my wife. But I am aware of her flaws. And, factually speaking, she just doesn’t have much of an ass. What there is of it is quite nice, of course, very tight, very pert, but there simply isn’t a lot to get a grip on. Not like you. Don’t tell Wanda I said so, but you have an absolutely scrumptious ass.”
“Mmmph!” Darcy choked through the muzzle. She looked frantically around, seeing if there were any other ways out of the bedroom besides the door that led back to Wanda.
Vision was having none of it. “Sit!” he ordered emphatically, approaching the bed. “Stay! Stay…”
Before Darcy could react, he was on her, his superhumanly strong arms taking firm hold of her. He pushed her down to the bed, then rolled her over onto her belly. With one hand holding her face down on the mattress, he used the other to expertly tie her hands to the ends of the headboard with silk scarves.
“I hope you don’t mind sharing with Geraldine. This is actually usually a reward for her. We can’t afford to give her much of a bonus and Wanda finds cash gifts so unfeeling. I think it’s the Old World in her. I, of course, was largely built in Taiwan…”
When the knots were secured, Vision tied her ankles to the bedposts at the foot of the bed. He unclipped the leash from her collar.
“Now, I hope you’re comfortable, because I’m about to get pretty comfortable myself.”
Darcy felt his bare legs against the insides of her thighs, like the plastic feel of clamshell packaging. She bucked and writhed, full of terror, finally having to bury her face in the bed’s pillows and scream. What was he going to do to her?
“There, there,” Vision said, running his sheeny hand over the curvaceous ass he’d complimented before. It didn’t hurt, of course, his stroking caress, but she knew it was the prelude to something unbearable. “Where did Wanda dig you up, girl? Imagine, a nice little doggie like you that’s afraid to be played with. You must’ve had a nasty time of it. Well, don’t fret. We’re going to take good care of you now.”
Darcy still couldn’t believe this was happening. It was a horror show! Stripped naked, collared, led around and made to bark like a dog. And now this. Now she was quite literally Wanda and Vision’s bitch.
She squealed as Vision fingered the tightness of her asshole. “Hey, I don’t think anyone’s given you a proper ass-fucking. Let’s take care of that now. Wouldn’t want you to be all closed up when Wanda decides to sodomize you. Better ream you out myself. Hope the missus doesn’t mind if I dip into her stash…”
Vision slid open the drawer in the nightstand and extracted a long length of anal beads. “Yes, this will do nicely. If you like them all that much, we’ll get you your own set. Maybe you and Wanda could both wear some at the same time.”
In her frightened, addled state, Darcy couldn’t even properly identify the sexual paraphernalia. She panicked and thought he might intend to beat her with the chain while he fucked her. Anything but that! She pleaded silently.
Then she felt his hands open up her buttocks—flinched to feel the cold, metallic heft of a bead being ground into her anus, forced inside her ass. Darcy realized abruptly what the beads were; what was going to happen to the rest of the beads on the string.
They were all going up her ass!
“MMMMFFFF!” Darcy screamed into her muzzle, shaking her head desperately.
“Relax now, girl, you’ll come to like it,” Vision cooed to her, sounding as soft-spoken and reassuring as ever—which made it all the more perverse. “If you clench up, it’ll be quite bad. We want you to loosen up, not be ripped open.”
He said it in the same mugging, pause-for-a-laugh way that he’d deliver any WandaVision punchline. The sheer absurdity—the perverted absurdity—brought Darcy to her senses, at least a little. With all the willpower she could muster, she tried to relax.
She felt the second bead slide into her asshole.
Comments
Shendude
This is hot, but it'd be more fun if Darcy was enjoying e. Oh, well
