Atlantis Attacks the Scarlet Witch and friends Part 4: How To Conquer The Avengers In One Simple Step

But that was what Set wanted her to do, and who was she to say no to her lord and master? Even looking at him made Wanda want to orgasm. Doing his dirty work...god, she could live for this. She looked across the throne room at Jean Grey and the Invisible Woman, both reduced to horny concubines, both penetrating themselves with small snakes. It was Sets way of keeping them perpetually on the verge.

Oh well. No time for that. There really was no rest for the wicked.

She climbed into a stolen Quinjet and flew off.

*

"Cap," Wanda said in a low voice, walking into the Avengers control room. "I think we have some things to talk about."

"We certainly do," said Captain America, getting up from his console. "You running out of here yesterday was not only not called for, but it was irresponsible. With Set able to do what he does, we can't afford to have--"

"I told Tigra," Wanda muttered.

"Tigra tried to excuse you, so thank her for th at," Cap huffed. "Wanda, listen to me. We need to have you close by. Do you understand?"

His voice was hot and too close to her. "I understand," she said.

Captain America had the propensity for getting just a little too military at times, just a little too stiff and formal at ceremonies and too in-your-face when it came to the militaristics of the group. When he yelled at her, his face came inches away from hers, and he threw out his arms and she felt the rush of air on her cheeks.

"Do you??" he yelled. "Listen, Wanda. I trust you, but I need to have everyone giving their all. I don't see you giving it your all."

"You want me to give it my all?" she repeated slyly. The traces of a smile flitted across her plump lips.

"Don't use that on me!" Cap exploded. "<i>Don't</i> use that on me. Got it?!"

Her hands grabbed his face almost too fast for her to realize. She could hear Set's voice revertebrating in her head.

Take him. Remember you belong to me. But take him.

"Oh, I got it all right," s he whispered.

"What are you doing?" Cap tried to exclaim.

"You know," Wanda said, toying with one of the little white wings on his mask. "You remember the first time you saw me with Vision. You thought, What was I doing with that cyborg when I could have a real human like you."

"And more," he grunted. "I'm genetically engineered, Wanda. You don't even know what I can do."

"You're not the only one who's changed," she said, running one finger down his face. Her other hand held Cap by the back of h is neck firmly. She stuck out her tongue quickly, and he saw the inhumanness of it, the way it quaked and slithered, the forked tail.

"Wha -- ???" he opened his mouth to gasp, but she pulled him in and forced open his mouth.

She kissed him. It was definitely that she kissed him and not the reverse. It was so savage, it could have only been Wanda, the new, brutal Wanda -- the way her lips ripped into Cap's mouth, her teeth tore into his tongue, he felt her salivating as she went along. Captain America felt Wanda's body hard against his, her breasts crushing themselves as they gyrated against his chest and her dark, rough hair slamming into his face.

She ran her hand down along his body, confirming what she already knew, that his nipples were rock-hard. She lingered along his stomach, the six-pack of his pecs tantalizing, and the power that she had over him. Even without Set in her mind, she could have done this any time she ever wanted to, and Cap would have been her slave. He w as so horny, so low-down and so desperate for her, and he was all hers.

Wanda broke the kiss, and smiled at him hungrily. Her eyes were serpentine and yellow.

"You want some more?" she asked, licking his bottom lip one final time.

She noticed how his face was vacant, his eyes a cold grey.

"I am committed to serve," he mumbled dully.

She stepped away from him, broke her grip on him. "Who do you serve?" she demanded.

"I serve the Demon Master Set through his Queen," Captain America said.

"And who is his queen?" she said.

"You are," he relented, all the power drained from him.

It was like his life-force tickled the inside of her lungs. Wanda felt new and invigorated and brave, and she stood tall against the backdrop of Cap's American flags and computer-screens. Her posture was immaculate, and her neat, round ass stood out like a globe as she towered over Cap's powerless form.

Gooood, Set cooed in her mind, and for a second Wanda felt herself tingle down below at the prospect of his scaly green se rpent body fingering her. She eyed Cap gracelessly: she realized hungrily that she wanted Set. She wanted his body and she wanted his mind to completely dominate hers. The bottom of her costume squeaked against Wanda when she walked, and the Scarlet Witch realized just how wet she was, and how much she missed Set.

"These are your instructions," she said, aloud, to Cap, and bent down close to his ear so only he could hear them.

When she was done he was still there, rapt in attention, kneeling on the floor across from her. Wanda was about to fly on out of there, but something in her head wouldn't let go.

"Captain," she asked, "what are your instructions?"

"To destroy the Avengers and to obey my lord Set," he replied.

"And do you obey Lord Set?" she asked.

"I am possessed by the spirit of his Queen, the Scarlet Witch," he said.

"Did you really want me?" Wanda licked her lips, almost too eagerly. She was beginning to enjoy this game of questions. In the back of h 3er mind was that unquenchable hungering for Set, but staring at Captain America's broad shoulders and his set jaw, she decided she could wait.

"I have always wanted you," he said through clenched teeth.

"But you never tried anything."

"Should I have?" Through the fog of her possession, his eyes gleamed.

There was a loud SLAP, and Caps cheek tingled. He felt the cold vinyl of her glove against his face. He winced. When he opened his eyes, the Scarlet Witchs jaw was set hard, squarely, and she looked disappointed in him.

"Hey," she reprimanded Cap. "I'm asking the questions, baby."

"I hear and obey," he said mindlessly.

Hearing Captain America say that sent shudders through her. She decided that she wanted to hear more.

She walked directly over in front of him, and told him to stand. He complied. ? "Take off your belt," she said.

He did, and his tights dropped to hang over his knee-length boots. The telltale bulge now stood bare and open for her to examine, and she liked the attention it paid her.

"No underwear, eh, Cap?" she asked playfully, and gave it a squeeze.

"It hinders ... agility," he said.

"What kind of agility?"

"All kinds," he said.

"Tell me." Her voice was curt and stern.

"When an enemy comes at me head-on, I can jump out of the way even if we're nose-to-nose."

"How else?" She nodded, filing this away to tell Set. "Tell me. Tell me now." He had no choice. "I can strike anywhere and leap away by the time they notice me. It's my serum. You know this, Wanda, why are you doing this to me?"

She could see him struggling with his erection, which seemed to be the center of him right now, which seemed to be all she could bear to look at. "What's wrong?" she teased him, batting her eyes innocently.

Damn. She had such long lashes. For a second, Cap had a fleeting image of those lashes on him. Then all he could think about was servitude again. "N-n-nothing," he coughed. "I live to serve you," he told her.

She felt the rush of power. She loved even more the way he was eyeing her, even in his precarious state right now. It made her feel sultry, sexy, as he watched her pace back and forth in front of him, only her costume and her red netted bodysuit between her and him. She deliberately took her time strutting across the floor, walking over to him, still trembling in the same spot on his office floor.

"What do you think of me?" she asked him. "What about me serving you?"

She teased his dick with one finger, ran it up and down the hilt. With her fingers, she jiggled his balls without her eyes leaving his face.

"You like that, don't you," she said. She got down on her knees. "What else do you like, Steve?"

His hands gripped the back of his desk.

"Relax, Steve," the Scarlet Witch said. "It's not like I'm after you or anything."

And she threw her head back and laughed, wild and free, like she had never laughed before. She enjoyed this power. She could tell this was what Set wanted her to do.

But as she saw it in front of her, the seven stacked inches of Captain America looking straight at her, she stopped for a second. "Set," she murmured, and felt her pussy contract like a fist. She let loose a little gasp.

Then she felt the fingers of Set grasp her mind. Fondling her, and each little bit she gave C aptain America, the more distinctly she could feel this noncorporeal penetration in her own body.

"Set?" Cap asked, bracing his hands harder against the desk behind him.

"Let go of the desk," she ordered him.

His hands slipped away.

"See, I <i>like</i> you, Cap," she said teasingly, invitingly. She smiled a wry grin. "And I'd hate to, uh, lose you. To the Avengers or something, you understand."

"I understand, Mistress," he said.

At the sound of that, she felt her nipples grow hard. "I like that," Wanda said. "Call me that from now on."

He nodded, swallowing hard. "Yes, Mistress."

"Now now now. What should we do about the rest of you?" she asked. "What shall we do about the best of you?" She took it in her hand, wrapped her fingers firmly around it, ran her thumb up and back along the bottom where his penis met his testicle sac. He was trembling.

"Please, no," he said. "I feel like I want to come."

"You want to what?" she said, harsh suddenly.

"Come," he muttered.

"W hat?" she said, stroking harder.

"Come!" he said in a loud voice.

"That can be arranged," she whispered. She leaned in closer, licked her lips, then drew him carefully away from her lips.

"What do you think of my costume?" she asked.

"I like it," he muttered again.

"Stop that. Say things loud. I want to hear what I'm doing," she said. "Did you think it looked good on me?"

She took his dick, started running its head over the top of her chest, where all there was was a thin, tight netting between it and her body.

"Yes," he said loudly.

"Did you want to fuck me in it?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"Every way," he said.

"Tell me."

"I wanted to rip a hole in the crotch and make you ride me," he said. "I wanted to grab your shoulders and throw you against a wall and just push it aside. I wanted to grind against your ass until your suit just split open and until both of us were so wet we'd have to hide from everyone else for weeks. Why are you doing this, Wanda?"

"Because I can, s" she said.

She took his head very carefully between two fingers, ran it down her body, back up, and along the upside-down V-line that hid her breasts. She ran his penis along the hemline, and it trembled all the way, and when she got to the top point of the /\ she pressed it down.

Cap moaned.

"Should I stop?" Wanda asked, knowing full well that he was completely under her posession.

"No," he cried. "Take me, Wanda."

She ripped herself away from him.

"I'll take you if I want to take you, you slut," she said. "You lame fucking moron. You're humanity's last line of defense and all you can think of is how much you want me. Is that right?"

"Yes, Mistress," he said.

"Fuck you. I'm not going to fuck you, you know. I belong to another. I belong to Set," she said, and they both shivered. Wanda pressed her legs together, it hurt so bad, and realized that only one of her hands was on Cap, the other was manipulating herself, and it was so hard down there and she was so hard that she wanted him.

"I know," Cap said, gritted his teeth so hard that they were about to fly out.

"But I want you."

"No ... " he managed.

"Silence!" she roared.

He said nothing.

And that was the point where she took his dick, which was balanced so carefully on the line of her left breast, and plopped it in her mouth.

He was already hard as a rock, and his seed was about to jet out anyway. But she manipulated the head of his dick with her tongue, lapped quietly, then furious. Her tongue, changed by the gifts Set had given her, wrapped around his manhood several times before she squeezed it and breathed into it. Wanda sucked on it, and the man who was once Captain America squeezed his legs together tight and her tiara cut his thighs and he moaned and moaned and brought his hands to squeeze her head as he realized she had complete and utter power over him.

Although he wanted to come and nee ded to come, he did not, he knew his mistress would not allow it until she reached over to his desk and picked up a small shot-glass with an American flag in it.

Wanda wrapped her gloved hand once again around him, fingered him tightly. Her face was almost touching his, just as Set's had been to hers.

"You want me, big boy?" she asked.

He just nodded.

"Then come," she said, and squeezed.

He screamed out. He convulsed, as did his dick, and his semen flew into the jar that Wanda held ready for it.

She stepped back, examining him, seeing if all other systems were go.

"See ya, pretty boy," she said, patted him on the cheek and left.