Wanda Maximoff awoke to an absence she could not name or understand, a void in her very soul. Her body felt relaxed. But in her mind, or maybe deeper than that, something was missing. Something vital. The need to fill the absence was everything. It was like an insatiable hunger, like an unquenchable thirst.

 

But she didn't know how to fill or satisfy it. So the absence ate her thoughts.

 

The thoughts still formed but they were consumed before one could build upon another. The Scarlet Witch was incapable of planning or reasoning. Instead she had just enough mind to be the slave of her instincts and emotions.

 

"I think she's coming round!"

 

There was a face in front of her. It was familiar. It was her own.

 

"About time!" The second female voice sounded impatient. It sounded familiar too but wrong. "Less than ten minutes till show time. Find out if it's a malfunctioning LMD, or shapeshifter's joke, or whatever. But do it fast."

 

The other woman had silver hair but she was young and pretty.

 

"Did you consider it might be another me? A clone perhaps?"

 

"Well, is it?"

 

"No, this woman has no magic. This close I would certainly sense it."

 

No magic. Thoughts sparked into life, but the absence ate them and the moment passed. Instead Wanda stared blankly at the face in front of her. Framed by auburn hair it was round, pretty and concerned. Auburn hair and ruby red lips. Scarlet lips. Luscious lips.

 

Wanda put out a hand and pulled those scarlet lips against her own. There was no thought, no reason, just desire. The other woman was briefly surprised, but then her tongue was through Wanda's own lips and they were kissing. Wanda had never kissed a girl, but this woman clearly had. Feelings soared and crowded through Wanda's empty mind. Feelings of pleasure and arousal. Any thoughts that might have stopped her were eaten by the absence.

 

"Wow, so hot!" The other woman. Not kissing her. Not important. "Do you remember the time that X-Slave Mystique..."

 

Something electric - magical - zapped from the soft red lips pressed against one another. It shot from there into Wanda's mind, into the yawning void. And it filled it a little. Like a first raindrop onto a dry riverbed. It was next to nothing, but it was something.

 

Wanda's tongue surged into the other woman's mouth, twisting and dancing with the other woman's, exploring and finding a welcome warmth. Wanda's empty mind filled with even more pleasure and arousal. But she was rewarded too with another jolt of magic, a little more to satisfy the absence.

 

Wanda didn't think about what she was doing, she just felt that it was good. Just like how it felt good when the other her began to use a hand to rub against her womanhood through the scarlet fabric over her crotch. Felt more than good. A rush of pure magical pleasure shooting up her spine, pouring into her mind and into the absence.

 

Wanda shivered and moaned into their passionate kiss. It encouraged the other woman. The hand at her crotch began to search for a way under the fabric. Wanda's instincts guided her own hand, down the belly of the woman to find her womanhood. Only there was no fabric. There was pubic hair and then there was the lips of her labia. Ready for pleasure, clit unhooded and cunt as warm and wet and inviting as her mouth.

 

"OK, our mystery friend is eager to play... But we have a show. Fuck it, or rather fuck her."

 

The woman broke the kiss, Wanda trying to keep it going. A bridge of glittering saliva linked their mouths briefly. The other woman's hand was under Wanda's costume, in her panties. Stroking and teasing Wanda's clit. The magical surge up her spine was raw pleasure, enough to begin to satisfy the absence.

 

Wanda had never been with another woman. She couldn't think why not. She couldn't think.

 

"Fuck," she pleaded as her body ground her cunt against the other redhead's thighs, trying to get the hand trapped inbetween to feed finger fingers into her needy cunt.

 

"Quickiesilver is my sister and, oh yes, fuck!"

 

Wanda's finger had slipped into the other woman's cunt. It was so warm and wet. So fucking needy like her own cunt. Wanda's back arched as the other woman finally penetrated her. She tried to kiss the woman again but she was pushed back. Instead she wiggled so she could suck one of the nipples crowning the woman's big breasts into her mouth. The other woman wore a red corset that squeezed and supported her tits but left them mostly exposed.

 

"Fuck, I hope I'm as hot a slut as you," the woman exclaimed. "This is Quickie my sister and pimp. I'm the Harlot Witch. Her whore and lover. Fuck, yes, like that. Harder! The first time is free. But I've got a show to do. Do you want to keep fucking? Lots of fucking. You'll get paid, like a real fucking whore."

 

Whore? Fucking in public? Whoring? Wanda didn't think... She couldn't think. But her cunt felt so incredible. Somehow she knew the absence would be filled even more if she did it. Prostituted herself. That her body would enjoy it even more than-- Than lesbian fingerfucking! She continued to slobber over Harlot Witch's soft tits and finger her wonderful tight cunt.

 

There was a pen in the hand that wasn't in the Harlot Witch's cunt. A piece of paper. Quickiesilver trying to quickly explain what it all meant even as her sister Harlot pushed Wanda onto her back. Wanda mewled in unhappiness as the hot whore moved her hot whore body, pulling her fingers out of Wanda's snatch and pulling her cunt out of reach of Wanda's slick finger.

 

"Pimp's gotta fuck her new bitch," Harlot Witch explained with a giggle.

 

Even as she did so her legs were sliding into position around Wanda's till their pussies kissed. Tribbing filling the absence in Wanda's mind even better than kissing. Quicksilver's snatch hovered over her face, pulling away each time Wanda's tongue tried to reach it. Until a stray thought, a moment of clarity as the Harlot Witch's rubbing carried her toward orgasm and the absence filled enough to allow a few thoughts to finish, made her realise she couldn't have it till she sealed the deal.

 

Wanda signed eagerly. Quickiesilver was her pimp now. She was a whore. It felt good.

 

Then she was slurping cunt and cumming shortly afterwards as Quickie and Harlot kissed incestuously over her, playing with each other and Wanda's tits. Incest. Wanda couldn't remember what the word meant really, all she knew was it made her feel dirty. Like being a whore. And she liked feeling like a dirty whore.

 

* * *

 

"Oh fuck, yes!"

 

The Scarlet Witch was on her hands and knees. She felt hot underneath the studio lights. She felt hot despite her nudity. She felt hot because of her nudity. Looking down she could see her big breasts swaying as she rocked back. Behind her were the legs of a woman in black high heels. The Jane paying to fuck her. She hadn't seen the woman's face, didn't know her name.

 

Lube leaked out of her ass, love juices from her pussy and drool from her mouth. Her ass still felt like it glowed from an earlier spanking and her stiff nipples were still wet with the saliva and pussy juice of half-a-dozen women.

 

"This fuck is sponsored by, oh goddess, yes, all the way. This fuck is sponsored by the Stark Foundation and the Fuck-a-Sexheroine Charity. It's 90% off for charity so I'm a cheap fucking whore!"

 

The Harlot Witch was on her hands and knees beside Wanda. As she finished speaking both women thrust back in time, meeting the hips and the strap-on thrusting just as hard the other way. Wanda came with a scream of pleasure as the big dildo was finally buried its full length in her ass, the other woman's hips bumping and grinding against her asscheeks. Pussy juices gushed around the vibrator lodged just as deep in her pussy.

 

On screens scattered around the studio Wanda could see a dozen different views of herself and Harlot Witch, framing shots and close-ups of her ass and her pussy and her tits as she came. It felt good to be watched.

 

"Wow! Looks like we're going to break our record for audience and new subscribers. So much money."

 

There was a earpiece hidden in Wanda's ear. Just like the one the Avengers had issued her. Quickie used it to direct the pornographic action, though his hooker sister barely needed direction as she fucked and satisfied every client's fetishes. And Wanda found she could mostly just copy Wanda. She'd never had sex with a woman before or allowed anyone to fuck her in the ass. Now this anonymous woman wasn't even the one who popped her anal cherry and she'd done so many other dirty sexy things with her slutty prositute body. It felt good, especially when her half-formed thoughts said it was bad before the absence ate them.

 

"Fuck me for money. Fuck your whore. Fuck."

 

Wanda moaned out the words as her body quivered in the aftermath of another gentler orgasm. She loved hearing Quickie tell her how much money the pimp was making from selling her body and her sex. She should be exhausted after so much sex. She was drenched in sweat. But every time they tried a new position or a new fetish (bondage had been good) she exploded with pleasure. Pleasure that flooded into the absence and seemed now to be filling it. Her thoughts were beginning to assemble into more complex ideas.

 

"Want. Want to sixty-nine Harlot. Want to see dildo in her whore cunt."

 

Wanda hadn't done this position yet. But she knew it would be good. It would feel good. She wanted to watch a dildo pound into Harlot even as she was fucked the same way, all the while licking and kissing and rubbing each other's whore clits.

 

"Bitch telling her pimp what to do? Well, it's a good thing it's hot. But these women are paying for their pleasure, not yours. You'll wear the strap-ons and you'll make out with sis while they sixty-nine."

 

"Quickie," the Harlot Witch began, obviously ready to push Wanda's idea.

 

"And then," Quickiesilver spoke over her sister, "shows over and you can sixty-nine while the I fuck you in your hooker cunts. If you've still got the stamina."

 

* * *

 

Later, when her mind worked again, Wanda would realise that there had been some kind of enchantment on her and the Harlot Witch, or maybe on the studio. There was no natural way anyone could fuck so hard and long. But now all she knew was she could still fuck so she was still was.

 

The cameras were off and the crew finally had a chance to masturbate and fuck. The set was an orgy in progress. But she was barely aware of it as she watched a blurred dildo slide slowly into the Harlot Witch's cunt. Harlot Witch had come so many times that every movement of the dildo slurped in the juice leaking out of her prostitue pussy. It sounded so good. It looked so hot. And it tasted incredible when she tongued it off the Harlot's clit and played her tongue along the strap-on each time it was pulled out before being thrust back in.

 

Wanda hoped she tasted as good. There was a strap-on fucking her cunt too, giving the Harlot Witch the chance to watch her being penetrated. It was the same strap-on.

 

Quickiesilver was fucking them both simultaneously. Using her superspeed to fuck both their cunts and move between them so fast that they could only detect the motion as a slight blurring of the strap-on thrust into them both.

 

Wanda giggled as her tongue rolled around Harlot's clit. Absence! The absence in her was almost full. She wondered what would happen when it was. She was so close to an orgasm, the biggest and best yet. Lesbian sex felt good. Whoring and fucking in public felt good. But somehow combining all of those things with super-sex-powers felt best of all.

 

With one final thrust into both their leaking cunts the Scarlet Witch and Harlot Witch came together.

 

The absence filled and was gone. There as a flash of scarlet light and the Scarlet Witch came and came again till she lost count and orgasms still continuously rocking her body she passed out.

 

* * *

 

Wanda sat on the edge of the bed in the studio's nurses station. She was alone. She'd asked to be alone. The other Wanda and her sister Petra had looked uncertain but relented. They were probably listening on the other side of the door.

 

Wanda was herself again.

 

A small TV in the corner was on. Tuned to this strange and frightening dimension's news. She'd turned the sound off but the images were familiar. Her body. Naked and exposed and often zoomed into to show her most intimate areas. She was news and so she and her lesbian sex show were on the news. She was even being reviewed for technique and experience. And she was being paid for every second she was on display. Still whoring.

 

Wanda knew she should look away. She wasn't sure if she wouldn't because she had to show herself the consequences of losing control of her magic or because she liked watching. It was horrifying and arousing, so obviously wrong and yet it had felt so incredibly good. No amount of self-recrimination or denial could hide how much she was turned on by what she was watching. By what she'd done.

 

"Chaos magic?" the Harlot Witch had seemed puzzled. "There's only one kind of magic in the universe. Sex magic. It can be used for good or ill, but there's just sex magic. You can check with Stephanie Strange, the Sorceress Sextreme, if you don't believe me."

 

There was no such thing as chaos magic, only sex magic. It was certainly true for Wanda. Her magic had disappeared as soon as she'd arrived (and that bitch Mystique was going to pay) but now it had been replaced. Wanda Maximoff was a sex witch now, like her equivalent the Harlot Witch. She'd come to herself after her multiple orgasms and firing off a massive sex-bolt (not a hex-bolt) that had turbo-charged the orgy.

 

Finally the shock of it all hit her and she began to cry. But even as she sobbed, alone in the small room, she couldn't help imagining Harlot Witch and Quickiesilver kissing her better. Kisses turning to more. She wanted to masturbate so badly even as the tears dried up.

 

How could she possibly control herself? When what her magic wanted her to do, what it could do to all these already easy women, what she wanted so badly to do, was so very wrong?