Chapter 6: Into the Scarlet Witch
The harsh clack of the speculum lock releasing echoed in the magically amplified silence of the Sanctum's sub-chamber. Stephen slowly turned the screw counter-clockwise. The chrome blades, slick with Wanda’s thick, pearly cream, gradually eased their brutal stretch on her vaginal walls. Her inner muscles fluttered wildly around the retreating metal, clenching down on nothing, yielding only with a wet, sucking sound as the final tip slid free.
"Ahhh! Oh fuck, fuck!" Wanda gasped, her body tensing, hips hitching off the obsidian slab involuntarily. The sudden absence was almost as shocking as the intrusion had been. Her cunt felt cavernous, raw, impossibly open. Hot fluid gushed from her, soaking the slab beneath her ass. Wong kept his thumbs firmly pressed against her anus, preventing it from fully closing, holding the tight pucker open. "Look at that," he observed flatly. "Gushing like a fountain the moment the plug’s pulled. Can’t hold anything in, can you?"
Stephen didn’t let her adjust. Before the gaping, trembling entrance could even attempt to regain its natural shape, his right hand descended. His fingers, slicked with fresh, warm lubricant that smelled faintly of ozone and herbs, pressed firmly against her stretched, reddened rim. Not one, but two thick fingers slid into the slick, yielding heat. They met almost no resistance, sinking deep within her on a thick wave of her own lubrication.
"Jesus!" Wanda cried out, her back arching sharply. The deep, internal stretch was immediate and profound. His knuckles parted her labia minora, forcing them wide again, stretching her entrance taut around the wide base of his fingers. She could feel every ridge of his knuckles against her abused flesh. "So… so full!" she whimpered.
"Minimal resistance," Stephen murmured, his gaze fixed intently on where his fingers disappeared into her glistening pink folds. He began to scissor them slowly, deliberately. The stretch intensified, pulling her inner lips apart, widening the hot channel. He felt her inner walls ripple and spasm around the intrusion. "Excellent tissue compliance. The dilation achieved by the speculum has created significant laxity. Observe how readily the introitus accepts the increased diameter." He twisted his wrist slightly, grinding the pads of his knuckles deep against her anterior wall. Wanda moaned, long and low, her cunt clenching rhythmically, trying to milk his fingers. "Fuck… feels… deeper…"
"Pathetic little hole," Wong remarked, his thumbs still holding her anus stretched. He released the pressure slightly, letting the tight ring snap shut with a reflexive spasm before immediately pressing his thumbs back against it, forcing it open again. The sudden clench and release sent sharp, jarring sensations radiating through her pelvis. "See that? Clenches like a scared virgin whenever it gets a chance." He pushed his thumbs apart harder, stretching the tiny opening wider than before, distorting the delicate pink skin. "But it wants to be gaped. Just needs proper encouragement."
Stephen increased the speed and depth of his finger-fucking. His knuckles pistoned in and out of her dripping slit, the wet, squelching sounds loud and obscene. Each inward thrust pressed firmly against her G-spot, swollen and hypersensitive from the earlier probe. He watched, fascinated, as her inner muscles visibly rippled around his fingers with each withdrawal. "Feel that?" he growled, curling his fingers hard inside her, pressing relentlessly on that spongy ridge. "Feel the engorgement? That ache?" A fresh flood of creamy slickness coated his hand. Her pussy was a furnace around him.
Wanda writhed, chains rattling. The pleasure was building, coiling deep in her belly, a terrifying pressure. "Oh god! Stephen! I'm… I'm so close! Please!" Her hips bucked, trying to force his fingers deeper, to grind against the pressure. Her inner walls clamped down fiercely on his knuckles, a frantic, milking pull. The orgasm surged, undeniable, unstoppable.
"Not yet," Stephen snapped. He abruptly stopped thrusting. His fingers remained buried deep, pressing hard on her G-spot, but utterly still. The sudden cessation of movement was torture. Wanda screamed in frustration, a raw, guttural sound. Her entire body strained against the restraints, her cunt pulsing violently around the static intrusion, demanding friction. "No! Fuck! Please don't stop! I was there!"
"Look at her," Wong chuckled darkly, his thumbs resuming their cruel game. He released her anus, letting it snap shut tight, then immediately dug his thumbs in again, spreading the clenching ring wide. "Begging like a bitch in heat. So desperate to come she’s dripping all over my hands." He gathered the fluid leaking from her stretched anus on his thumb and held it up. "Her ass is crying too. Just a sloppy mess."
Stephen slowly withdrew his fingers almost entirely, leaving just the tips pressing against her stretched, fluttering entrance. The sudden emptiness was a hollow agony. "Please..." Wanda sobbed, tears mixing with the sweat on her temples. "Please... fuck me... make me come..." Her cunt ached with emptiness, clenching rhythmically on air.
Instead of thrusting back in, Stephen lowered his head. His warm breath ghosted over her gaping, slick cunt and the tight pucker Wong was still manipulating. He bypassed her weeping slit entirely. His tongue, hot and flat, licked a broad, wet stripe directly upwards from her perineum, over the stretched, sensitive skin of her taint, and pressed firmly against the tiny, tightly clenched ring Wong had just released.
Wanda gasped, a shocked, high-pitched sound. The sensation was electric, intimate, profoundly violating. His tongue was warm and demanding where she felt so exposed. "Stephen!" Wong increased the pressure with his thumbs, forcing her anus open wider against the probing heat of Stephen’s tongue. Stephen pushed. His tongue, slick and insistent, breached the tight sphincter. Just the tip, a shocking intrusion of wet heat into a place that had never known such touch.
"Oh my GOD!" Wanda shrieked, her body jerking violently. The sensation was overwhelming – the intimate violation combined with the lingering, desperate need throbbing in her neglected cunt. Stephen’s tongue swirled slowly, firmly, inside the tight ring Wong held open. He lapped at the sensitive inner rim, tasting her. It was filthy, intimate, and sent jolts of shocking pleasure-pain radiating through her pelvis. Her cunt gushed, a hot stream soaking her inner thighs and the slab below.
"Tastes like need," Stephen murmured against her skin, his voice thick. He pushed his tongue deeper, licking and probing the tight channel. Wong chuckled, maintaining the stretch. "Bet she’s never been tongued this deep." Stephen withdrew his tongue slowly, then plunged it back in with more force, fucking her tight hole with it. Wanda moaned, a broken, continuous sound. Her hips rolled helplessly, grinding her exposed, weeping cunt against empty air.
The dual sensations were destroying her. The rough, intimate fucking of her asshole with Stephen’s tongue, held open by Wong’s relentless thumbs, and the agonizing, denied pressure coiling in her untouched pussy. She felt stretched, used, and desperate beyond reason. "Please!" she begged, her voice raw. "Please, Stephen! Fuck my pussy! Make me come! I’ll do anything! I need it! I need to come so bad!" She tried to grind down, seeking friction on the obsidian slab, but found none.
Stephen pulled his tongue out with a wet pop. He looked up, his mouth glistening. He met her tear-filled, desperate eyes. "You need to come?" he asked, his voice dangerously calm. He slid two thick fingers back into her sopping wet cunt in one smooth thrust, sinking deep. Wanda cried out, relief and agonizing pleasure crashing over her. He began a slow, deep rhythm, his knuckles stretching her wide open with every stroke, grinding firmly against her G-spot. "Is this what you need, little witch?"
"Yes! Yes! Oh fuck, yes!" she babbled, her cunt spasming wildly around the welcome intrusion. The orgasm roared back, a tidal wave cresting. She tensed, ready to shatter. Stephen curled his fingers hard, pressing down relentlessly. Wong suddenly released her anus, letting it snap shut, then immediately clamped his thumbs back on, spreading it wide open again with brutal force. The jarring clench and stretch, combined with Stephen’s perfect pressure inside her cunt, was the final trigger.
Wanda’s scream ripped through the chamber. Her body locked rigid, every muscle corded. Her cunt clamped down on Stephen’s fingers in a series of violent, rhythmic convulsions that seemed to shake her entire frame. She felt a hot gush flood her channel, soaking Stephen’s hand. But just as the peak began to crest, Stephen stopped moving. Again. His fingers remained buried deep, a hard, unyielding pressure on her G-spot, but utterly still. He held her there, suspended on the razor’s edge of climax, the orgasm trembling through her muscles but denied its full, shattering release.
"No!" she wailed, the sound pure anguish. "No! Please! Let me finish! I was coming! I was!" Her inner muscles fluttered frantically around his motionless fingers, the desperate contractions fading into agonized tremors. She felt the thick cream seep from her, the denial a physical pain in her belly. "Fuck! Why?"
Stephen slowly withdrew his fingers, leaving her clenching on devastating emptiness. He wiped his glistening hand on her inner thigh. Wong finally released her anus, the tight ring snapping shut with a final, exhausted spasm. Stephen leaned close, his breath hot on her ear. His voice was a low growl, thick with arousal and dark promise.
"Because you haven't earned it yet, Wanda. Your holes are greedy, undisciplined. They leak and spasm, begging without control." He traced the swollen, gaping rim of her cunt, still trembling wide from the stretch of his knuckles. "You need more training. More stretching. More denial." His finger dipped inside her briefly, feeling her inner walls flutter desperately around the intrusion. "We haven't even begun to explore your true capacity... or your true desperation." He looked towards the tray where the jar of thick gel sat beside a long, obsidian phallus shimmering with restrained power. "First, we make this greedy little slit understand what true emptiness feels like. Then, we fill it beyond its wildest dreams." Wong picked up the gel, unscrewing the lid. The air thickened with tension, thick and sweet as the promise of torment. Wanda whimpered, a fresh wave of slickness escaping her as she stared at the dark, waiting instrument. The edge still screamed in her nerves, sharp and unfulfilled. The training had only just begun.
The denial still screamed in Wanda’s nerves, a raw, jagged edge vibrating through her pelvis. Slick, thick cream leaked uncontrollably from her gaping, trembling cunt, pooling hot on the obsidian beneath her. Stephen’s fingers, slick and glistening, hovered near her swollen, exposed labia, tracing the distended rim without entering. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice a low rasp thick with dark amusement. "Dripping like a broken faucet. So empty. So needy."
Wong didn’t hesitate. His blunt thumbs, slicked with a fresh coat of the cool, translucent gel, pressed firmly against the tight, quivering pucker of her anus. "Sloppy little rosebud," he grunted, his tone pragmatic, almost bored. "Still twitching from getting licked open. Let’s see if it remembers how to stretch properly." He pushed. Hard. His thumbs sank into the yielding muscle, forcing the tiny ring into a strained oval. "Ungh!" Wanda gasped, her hips jerking uselessly against the restraints. The sudden, deep pressure radiated through her core, sharp and invasive.
"Wider," Stephen commanded softly, his gaze fixed on Wong’s work. His own hand moved, not to her cunt, but to the obscenely swollen clitoris still pinned bare by the transparent clamp. He flicked the throbbing glans with a fingernail. The jolt of sensation made her shriek, her anus instinctively clenching harder around Wong’s invading thumbs. "Resisting," Wong noted, applying more pressure, leaning his weight into it. The delicate pink skin blanched white around his thumbs. "Tight little fucker. Needs convincing."
A low whine built in Wanda’s throat. The dual assault – the sharp, clinical flick on her hypersensitive clit and the brutal, relentless spreading of her asshole – short-circuited coherent thought. "S-stop... please? Feels... too tight...stings!" she panted, tears welling again. Wong ignored her. He twisted his thumbs slightly, grinding the pads against the strained inner rim. The stretch intensified, a burning, tearing sensation deep inside her sphincter. "Fuck! Wong! Hurts! Please, ease up!" she begged, her voice cracking.
Stephen chuckled darkly. "‘Too tight’?" He pressed the pad of his thumb hard against her exposed clit and ground it in rough, filthy circles. Sparks detonated behind her eyes. "Your greedy cunt gapes like a whore’s purse, Wanda. Why should your asshole stay so prim?" He flicked her clit again, sharp and cruel. Wong timed the motion perfectly. As the sharp pleasure-pain jolted through her, making her gasp and tense, Wong shoved. Both thumbs plunged deeper, spreading wider than ever before.
A raw, animal scream tore from Wanda’s throat. Her back arched violently off the slab, the chains biting into her wrists. Her eyes flew wide, unseeing, fixed on the vaulted ceiling. The stretch was profound, agonizing. It felt like he was splitting her open from below, forcing muscles and tissue to yield beyond their limit. She could feel the cool air rushing into the forced opening, the obscene gape. Wetness flooded from her cunt, a hot gush soaking Stephen’s hand still tormenting her clit. Her anus burned, stretched impossibly wide around the thick intrusion of Wong’s thumbs.
"There," Wong breathed, a flicker of satisfaction in his normally stoic eyes. He held the brutal stretch, his thumbs buried knuckle-deep, forcing her tiny hole into a wide, trembling ring. He shifted his grip, hooking his thumbs slightly inside the stretched rim. "Look at that dilation. Sphincter forcibly everted. Pink inner mucosa fully exposed." He pulled slightly outward, stretching the delicate inner skin taut. The raw, intimate exposure was horrifying. Wanda could only sob, her body vibrating with the intensity of the stretch and the relentless grinding pressure on her clit.
Stephen observed the obscene display with rapt attention. "Beautifully compliant under duress," he purred. He finally slid two thick fingers into her sopping wet cunt, sinking deep with no resistance, immediately finding and grinding against her engorged G-spot. "See the synergy?" he asked Wong, pistoning his fingers in a slow, deep rhythm that made Wanda’s inner walls spasm. "Asshole forcibly spread, cunt fingered... her little clit begging." He pinched the swollen nub hard. "Her whole pelvis is one exposed nerve ending."
Wong maintained the brutal spread on her asshole. He released the outward pull but kept his thumbs hooked deep inside the stretched ring, ensuring it remained a wide, gaping O. "Ready for deeper instrumentation," he stated. "This laxity won’t last. We exploit it now." He glanced at the nearby tray where a thick, obsidian anal plug, ridged and flared, pulsed with a low crimson light. Stephen grinned, a predator’s smile. "Patience, Wong. First..." He abruptly stopped thrusting his fingers, leaving them buried deep and motionless inside her cunt. The sudden cessation was torture after the rhythm. "She needs to appreciate the emptiness. The...anticipation."
Wanda whimpered, a high, broken sound. Her cunt convulsed around the static intrusion. Her asshole ached with the brutal stretch Wong enforced. Her clit throbbed like a bruised heart. She felt flayed open, utterly vulnerable. "Please," she sobbed, the word barely audible. "Don't... stop... Want... need..." The sensations blurred into an overwhelming cacophony of pain, denied pleasure, and profound exposure. Wong shifted his grip slightly, spreading her even wider for a second, making her cry out. Stephen just watched, his eyes burning with dark intent, his fingers a hard, unyielding weight inside her. The crimson plug on the tray seemed to pulse in time with her frantic heartbeat.
The crimson plug pulsed, its obsidian surface drinking the chamber's low light. Wong finally withdrew his thumbs from her brutally stretched anus, letting the tight ring spasm violently around sudden, aching emptiness. "Deep breath now, Miss Maximoff," he instructed, his tone shifting to a detached, unnervingly calm baritone as his slick fingers closed around the thick, flared base of the plug. Its ridges felt cool and unyielding against her overheated skin as he pressed the wide, rounded tip firmly against her quivering, overstretched pucker. "Focus on relaxing the sphincter. Accept the intrusion. The stretch will be significant, but manageable."
Stephen’s fingers inside Wanda’s cunt remained a hard, motionless anchor, grinding her swollen G-spot into a knot of agonizing need. As Wong began to apply steady, relentless pressure, Stephen shifted. He released her throbbing clit and instead cupped her jaw firmly, forcing her tear-filled eyes to meet his burning gaze. His thumb brushed roughly over her lower lip. "Look at me, Wanda," he commanded, his voice a low, hungry rasp that vibrated through her skull. "Feel it. Feel him opening that tight little hole you've neglected. Feel how your greedy cunt weeps around my fingers because it knows what comes after."
The plug’s tip breached her, a shocking, cold invasion forcing her sphincter wider than Wong’s thumbs had managed. "Oh! Fuck!" Wanda gasped, her body instinctively trying to recoil, but Stephen’s grip on her face and the chains held her fast. The thick ridge pushed deeper, stretching her inner ring with excruciating slowness. Wong’s polite tone was a bizarre counterpoint to the brutal penetration. "Good, Miss Maximoff. Excellent tissue yield. The initial dilation was effective. Breathe through the sensation. Allow the bulb to pass." The widest part of the plug pressed inexorably against her straining entrance, a burning, tearing fullness radiating deep into her pelvis. Her cunt clenched spastically around Stephen’s still fingers, gushing another hot wave of slick cream.
Stephen saw the edge crashing down on her again, her pupils blown wide, breath hitching in frantic gasps. He needed her desperate. He needed her broken. "That's it," he growled, leaning closer, his face inches from hers, holding her trapped in his gaze as Wong pushed. "You're taking it. Taking that thick plug deep into your untouched ass. Feel it fill you? Stretch you? Open you for me?" The plug’s widest ridge breached with a sickening, internal pop. Wanda screamed, a raw sound ripped from her throat, her entire body convulsing. The plug sank deeper, the stretch agonizing, profound. Slick poured from her cunt, drenching Stephen’s wrist. "Look at me!" Stephen snarled, shaking her jaw slightly. "Don't you dare hide. Feel every inch! Feel that fullness! Feel how fucking empty your cunt feels right now! You want to come? Beg for it. Beg me to fuck that gaping hole while Wong's plug stretches your ass wide open."
Wanda sobbed, the sensations overwhelming – the deep, violating stretch in her ass, the torturous pressure inside her cunt, the desperate, denied orgasm clawing at her nerves. "Please! Stephen! Please fuck me! Make me come! I need it! Fuck my hole! Please!" The words tumbled out, ragged and broken. Wong pressed steadily, the thick plug sinking deeper, the ridges dragging against her ravaged inner walls. "Almost seated," he stated evenly. "Minimal resistance now. Sphincter adapting well to the diameter."
Stephen’s eyes blazed with dark triumph. He released her jaw, his free hand snaking towards the tray. His fingers closed not on the thick obsidian phallus, but on cold, heavy steel – a thick ring gag, its inner circumference wide and daunting. "Begging so prettily," he murmured, holding the gag up before her terrified eyes. "Such a good, greedy girl wanting her holes stretched and filled." He traced the cold metal circle over her lower lip. "You'll need this open, Wanda. Wider than you've ever been. For what comes next. Wider than this plug. Wider than my fist." He pressed the rigid ring firmly against her lips. "Open."