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"I don't want to watch cartoons." You lean across the couch, reaching to swipe the remote out of Wanda's hand.
"Behave yourself, Puppy." Carol pushes you back, extending her arm behind her to keep the remote out of your grasp. "We're watching Homeward Bound, you like this one."
"No." You scowl and clamber on top of her to continue your fight for the remote.
"Sit down." Wanda snaps, poking her head into the room at the commotion. You pout at her but drop your butt back against the seat of the couch when she raises and eyebrow at you. "You know better than to argue with Daddy." You huff, leaning back against the couch and fold your arms over your chest.
"Aww pouty baby." Carol teases and pinches your cheek. You yank your head away, not giving her the time of day. She reaches around and tries to get the other side but you shover her arm away.
"Stop it." You snap and wiggle away, squirming as far away from her as you can get on the couch.
"Don't be a grump." Carol rolls her eyes as you brush off her attempt to pester you. "You heard Mommy."
"I'm not arguing." You grumble and pull your knees to your chest, curling in on yourself. You've been in a bad mood all day and had already received multiple warnings from both women about your behavior.
"You're not being cooperative." Wanda flicks the light in the living room off as she returns with a bowl of popcorn. She sighs at your position and takes the spot between you and Carol. "Why don't you come cuddle while we watch, that'll help you."
"No." You grumble against the skin of your knees. "I wanna watch something scary."
"No." Wanda shuts that down fast. "You'll have nightmares all night."
"I will not." You protest as Carol finally clicks on the movie and it starts playing. "Let me pick."
"No." Wanda hisses, turning to affix you with a look that has your blood running cold. "Just watch or you can go to bed early."
"Bitch." You whisper the word, so quietly you barely hear it yourself.
"Excuse me?" Wanda whips her hand out with lightening speed and grabs your chin. "What was that, Mutt?" Her expression is terrifying. You're vaguely aware of the movie pausing in the background. The room fills with silence as she awaits your response.
You swallow thickly. "Nothing, Mommy." You shake your head, fear filling your body. "Can we just watch the movie?"
"Go to the kitchen." Wanda snaps and tangles her hand in your hair.
"No, Mommy. Not the soap." You really don't want her to put soap in your mouth.
"You can have the soap or you can get spanked by Daddy." Wanda says, raising her eyebrows.
"How many spanks?" You ask, trying to get all the details before you agree.
"No, you pick and then I decide." Wanda says.
You weigh your options, last time she put soap in your mouth, you were coughing up bubbles for hours. "Spanking." You mumble quietly.
Carol stands up, all too happy to give you the spanking you ask for. She takes the place beside you and yanks you over her lap. "Please don't do it hard." You pout at Carol, hoping she'll take pity on you but she frowns at you. Wanda's fingers hook in your waistband and yank your pants and underwear down. She silently takes care to pull your tail out of the way. "I'm really so-" You're cut off as she slaps your ass without warning.
"Quiet, Puppy." Wanda snaps. "25 spanks and then you will sit quietly and watch the movie." You bite your lip, stifling a whine. There's no use arguing now, it's best to just take it. "Count for Daddy." You're expecting it, but the next slap still makes you jump.
"One." You whimper. You count, teary eyed as she spanks you repeatedly. Every time your voice falters she makes you repeat the number dragging out your punishment. By the time you reach 25 your ass is burning and throbbing. Tears run down your cheeks and sobs wrack your body.
"Hush." Wanda shushes you, kneading the bright red flesh of your butt. You cry in pain, looking back at Carol with glassy eyes in a silent plea.
"Are you going to behave?" Carol asks. You nod as she rubs your back, soothingly. "I'm convinced." She looks over you to Wanda.
"I'm sure you are." Wanda muses. She stops rubbing your bruised flesh at least, instead her hand drops lower finding the dampness between your legs. You whimper and can't help but hump into her hand. You hadn't noticed how aroused you've gotten but now that she's brought attention to it, you can't think of anything else. "Oh Puppy, quite the mess you've made."
She drags her fingers teasingly through your folds. You drop your head onto the couch cushion. Wanda pulls her hand away a second later, eliciting a whine from your throat.
"Bad puppies don't get Mommy's fingers." Wanda tuts and yanks your underwear and pants back up. "You sit there in your sticky mess and think about your behavior."
She pushes you off Carol's lap onto the ground. You pout at the loss of contact from each of them. "Aw poor puppy." Carol teases down. "Come here." She pats the couch beside her and you jump back up, squeezing between them. You try settle on the couch, squirming at the uncomfortable feeling between your legs.
"Sit still," Carol whispers in your ear. "And I'll take good care of you later." You still at her words, finally settling in a comfortable position at the promise.
"Is that so?" Wanda glares at Carol over your head.
"Shhh, movies starting." Carol pointedly avoids Wanda's stare and keeps her eyes fixed to the TV as the opening credits finally start. Wanda rolls her eyes at her wife but after a moment she switches her gaze to the screen and starts to lazily scratch at your ears. You relax, finding your peace between them.
Tears filled your eyes as the hand of your boss came down harshly on your backside. Bend over her lap, your skin red with the print of her hand as she took her frustration out on your mistake. "Do you know how late I was?" She spoke in a stern tone before the sound of her hand slapping your right cheek once more filled the room.
"I asked you a question whore, answer me!"
You stuffed up her last meeting of the day, it wasn't on purpose it was simply just a misunderstanding between you and her client.
"I-I'm sorry d-daddy" you sobbed in pain, a pain you could never admit that you loved. "I was 45 minutes late because of you! I didn't hire you to fuck me around yet here you are! Do you want my company to fall? Huh? Do you want to see my company gain a bad name?" Another spank on your red behind only made you wetter. Your cunt clenching around nothing with each slap she delivered, your clit throbbing with need to be touched.
"Are you fucking dumb?! Answer me!" Natasha demanded.
"N-no daddy, I'm s-sorry daddy, I deserve to be punished" you replied. You'd lost count of how many times her hand slapped your bare arse, how long you've been bend over her lap listening to her disappointment in you. If only you'd remembered to tell her the meeting was brought forward by an hour.
"Of course you do! You know, when I hired you, I knew you'd be the perfect little fuck toy for me to use. I saw the way you couldn't keep your eyes off me in your interview, you're just a brainless little whore and I'm going to make sure you never make this mistake again, do you understand?" Natasha spoke with another slap.
"Yes daddy"
"Get off me. You're going to ruin my pants with how pathetic and wet you are" she slightly pushed you off her lap but not before seeing the wet patch on your panties as you stumbled to your knees. She looked at you as she made you look up at her by gently lifting your head with her thumb, "do you remember your safe word?" She asked. She always asked this when things were stressful for her, it was the time you knew you were in for a rough time.
You nodded, "yes, roses"
"Good. Now, stand up and strip. And wiped those tears, you look pathetic" Natasha lent back in her chair as she watched you begin to remove your clothing. She loved watching you do anything she said, she sent everybody in the office home early just to have this afternoon to ruin you in ways she'd been thinking the time she was in her meeting.
"God, look at you. You want to keep this job so fucking bad you'll do anything I say. Maybe I shouldn't have sent everybody home early, maybe I should've just fucked you in front of them all, let them see how much of a desperate whore you are. Look at your panties, fucking soaked. Why? Did getting your arse spanked turn you on?"
Shamelessly you nodded, embarrassed that it was true. "Use your words. Tell me exact how you'd liked it" Natasha's tone was harsh but raspy, sending a wave to your core as you clenched once again around nothing.
"I love when you spank me, daddy" you replied standing in front of her completely naked.
"You can't even answer the question correctly. Tell me, did you purposefully fuck my meeting up so I would punish you?"
"No daddy, I'm sorry, I didn't mean too! I promise"
"So you're just a dumb little whore who forgot? Get on the desk and spread your legs. I'm going to play with what's mine, going to show you just how brainless you are"
Natasha stood from her desk chair and watched you jump up onto her desk and spread your legs, showing her just how wet you truly were. The cool air hardened your nipples and made your cunt clench, making your boss chuckle at your state. "You're so fucking wet for me it's disgusting. I'm your boss!" She spoke as she closed the small space between you and her. Running her fingers through your wet folds as she looked you in the eyes, "say it. Tell me how much of a desperate little slut you are" she said without warning as she slid two fingers inside your pussy.
A moan escaped your lips as you felt her trust her fingers harshly into you, "I'm just a desperate slut for you d-daddy, just h-here for you to use me like t-the whore I am" you managed to word as she abused your hole with her fingers, her thumb ghosting your clit causing more moans to fill the air. "That's right baby, daddy's little whore. You're so wet and tight, your pussy is sucking me back in. Fuck yourself on my fingers" her free hand pinched your right nipple harshly.
"F-fuck daddy!" You moaned as you bucked into her hand doing your best to grind on her fingers. Natasha shook her head at the sight of you while she continued to tug and twist each on of your nipples before sliding a third finger easily into your clenching pussy, throwing your head back in pleasure as you moaned her name. A few more bumps and Natasha stopped, pulling her fingers out as you whined at the loss of her fingers.
"Clean them" Natasha instructed, "if you want to cum, you're going to show me you want it. Now open" she added. You did as told, opening your mouth for her to place her fingers against your tongue. Sucking the sweetness of your juices of her fingers while keeping eye contact with her. "You're going to take my new strap today. I brought for times just like this, when you can't do anything right and make me look like a fucking fool in front my clients" she spoke as she pulled her fingers from your mouth and began to unzip her pants.
This was by far the biggest strap you've seen her have, the dark red color suited her so well like it was custom made just for her to use on you. The length worries you as your eyes were glued to the toy stood proudly. "T-that looks too b-big" you said as you swallowed the lump in your throat. "Did you not hear me? I said you'll be taking it. You might think it's too big but that pussy is screaming for it" Natasha towered over you, the tip of the strap rubbing through your folds, using your slick as a lubricant.
You couldn't help but moan softly everytime she slapped your clit with the tip, making her chuckle once more. "Such a slut, already moaning and I haven't even entered your tight pussy yet. What we're you just saying huh? It's to big? Let's see" Natasha pinned both of your hands above your head while her free hand guided her thick strap into your cunt, stretching you more with every inch.
"Look at you, sucking me in like a cheap whore" Nat spoke over your whimpers. "D-daddy p-please it's too big" you whined as she bottomed out inside of you. She smirked as she looked down at how well your pussy looked wrapped around her cock, completely not phased by your whimpers as she began to harshly trust into you.
Here you were, spread out on her desk as she fucked you hard against the wood, watching as your breast bounced with every thrust, smirking at the way you gripped the edges of the desk as you moaned her title. The loud sounds of skin slapping against one another added to the sounds she pulled from you, making you glad she sent everybody home early.
"Daddy, f-fuck! P-please!" You moaned when she picked up her speed, fucking all her stress and frustrations into you, making you a whimpering little mess for her. The way she loved you most, begging her to let you cum, wanting her to stop but never wanting her to stop. "Shut up, can you do that? Just shut up and take my cock like the dumb whore you are for me!" She hushed you while pounding deeper. The need to cum was building quickly and you knew she wouldn't be impressed but you couldn't help yourself, "n-need to cum! Please!" You threw your head back once again only for Natasha to pull out.
"Don't give me that look, I told you. If you want to cum you'll work for it" she glared as she sat back down in her chair before patting her lap. You straddled her and let her line the tip of her fake cock with your soaking pussy before sinking slowly down onto her. The new position making you feel even more stretched out, you could feel her deeper than you've ever felt her. Natasha looked up at you, "go on baby, ride daddy's cock" Her hands gripped your hips harshly as you began to slowly ride her the best you could.
"God! You're fucking pathetic at everything, can't even make yourself cum on my cock can you?" Natasha groaned as she forced your hips to grind faster and harder on her strap, your moans got louder the closer you got to breaking. "Are you make this mistake again? Fuck me around and make me late to important meetings again?" Natasha watched as you were on the edge of falling apart against her. She bucked her hips just to hear you scream her name.
"No daddy!! P-please!! M'sorry! Won't do it again! Please!!" You begged, doing your best not to cum without her permission. You're eyes rolling back with bliss as her cock hit your favorite spot over and over again. "Next time you fuck up, I'm showing everybody in this office how much of a needy little whore you are! Now cum!" She demanded.
Your hands gripped her shoulders, nails digging in harshly through her shirt as you came, falling onto her for support while she didn't stop moving her hips and fucking you until you saw stars. Dragging out your orgasm as long as she liked, even when it was too much for you, she had a hold over you.
"Too much daddy!" You whimpered as she picked you up while still inside you and placed you back on her desk. Natasha didn't say a word as she started to pound into your abused hole once again, her hands holding your waist down to stop you from squirming all over her desk. Every now and then she would harshly draw tight circles around your clit, driving you to the edge once more. Screaming her name as you came for the second time around her.
Natasha stilled as she looked down at you, out of breath with sweat droplets on her forehead. She brushed your sweaty hair from your face and smiled softly, "you did so well for me, I needed that. Thank you" she kissed you gently as she pulled out.
"No, thank you daddy" you looked at her with a smirk. "Wait here, I'm just going to go get a wet cloth, I'll clean you up and take you home" she spoke as she removed the harness from her waist.
Even though she could be rough with you as much as she needed, she never failed to care for you afterwards. Even if you had to spend a few hours in the office while your body recovered, she wouldn't leave and she always made sure you got home safely.
she's drunk, far much drunker than usual. her breath reeks of alcohol and her body sways. she stumbles over to you, grasping tightly onto your chin. her fingers dig into your skin hard enough to bruise. her thumbs drags across your lips.
"you're so pretty" she mumbles, her thumb pushing past your lips and resting on your tongue.
you fight the urge to pull away as she reveals a gun strapped to her waist. she smiles at how your eyes widen with fear. her boot pushes between your thighs. "ride it."
you cringe thinking about the dirt and bacteria on the shoe, but the threat is clear. ride it or she'll shoot you.
"that's it." she groans.
you lick at the pad of her thumb, sucking lightly, trying to keep yourself distracted. your clit bumps against the boot and you can feel yourself getting closer by the second.
"p'ease." you beg around her thumb.
she scoffs, "shut up."
"m' close."
anger flashes across her face, and she presses the gun against your temple. your eyes fill with tears and you foolishly open your mouth to apologise, but she shoves the gun into your mouth.
"maybe you'll talk less with a glock down your throat." she hisses, pushing it further and making you gag.
you continue to grind on her boot, crying now. just as you're about to fall over that pleasurable edge, she pulls away with an evil grin. she laughs as you sob from the need to cum but also fear.
she wipes her saliva covered gun onto your face, making you cringe. "cry baby."
Summary: In Class 2-5, a secret monthly "Game" ranks students A to F, turning F-ranks into bullying targets and A-ranks into rulers. When transfer student Y/N lands at the bottom, she vows to dismantle the cruel system, no matter the cost.
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Chapter 8: The Return
Monday Morning. 7:45 AM.
The painkillers made the world feel slightly fuzzy around the edges, but the sharp tug of the tape around your ribs was a constant grounding wire.
Your father had flown out Sunday night. You were alone again. But as you walked toward the secluded building at the edge of campus that housed Class 2-5, you realized you weren't entirely alone. Kate was waiting by the entrance of the building. She didn't say anything, just fell into step beside you, her shoulder brushing yours. Showing her silent support.
You walked into the classroom.
The atmosphere hit you instantly. It wasn't the usual low hum of gossip. It was the frantic, gleeful energy of a pack of dogs that had cornered a rabbit.
You looked at your desk. It was clean. Then you looked at the desk next to yours.
Kamala’s desk was unrecognizable. It was covered in trash, empty juice cartons, crumpled papers, scribbles in permanent marker that spelled out thief and rat. Her chair was missing. Kamala was standing there, head bowed, trying to wipe the marker off with a wet tissue. Her hands were shaking. Someone had thrown a wet paper towel at the back of her blazer. She didn't react. She just kept scrubbing, trying to be invisible.
But she couldn't be invisible. Not anymore. Agatha had marked her. A girl from the C-rank table walked by and "accidentally" bumped into Kamala, hard. Kamala stumbled, hitting her hip against the desk.
"Oops," the girl giggled. "Watch where you're going, Target."
Your hands curled into fists. The anger that flared in your chest was hot and suffocating, but then your father’s voice cut through the noise. Panic is useless. You walked over. The class went quiet, watching the Zero return. You didn't yell. You didn't make a speech. You walked up to the girl who had bumped Kamala. You stood in her personal space, staring her down with dead eyes.
"Move," you said.
The girl blinked, unnerved by the lack of emotion in your voice. She scrambled away. You turned to Kamala. You took the wet tissue from her shaking hand.
"Leave it," you said softly.
"I have to clean it," Kamala whispered, tears leaking out. "If I don't clean it, Nebula will—"
"I said leave it."
You reached out, gently guiding her away from the mess. You looked at Kate. Kate nodded, understanding the assignment immediately. She went to the back of the room, grabbed a spare chair, and slammed it down next to your desk. "Sit," you told Kamala. Kamala sat. The class watched. You had just defied the hierarchy again. But this time, you weren't doing it wildly. You were doing it with cold precision.
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The student council room was a sanctuary of air conditioning and silence. Wanda sat at the mahogany desk, reviewing the budget proposals for the Cultural Festival. The door opened. Agatha walked in. She didn't knock. Agatha was carrying two cups of tea. She placed one on Wanda’s desk and sat on the edge of it, crossing her legs.
Wanda didn't look up from the papers. "I'm busy, Agatha."
"Busy playing nursemaid?" Agatha asked lightly.
Wanda’s pen stopped moving.
"I heard you stayed at the hospital," Agatha continued, blowing on her tea. "Until visiting hours ended. That’s very... dedicated of you. For a Class President." "She’s my classmate," Wanda said, her voice steady. "It’s my job to ensure her wellbeing."
"Is it?" Agatha tilted her head. "Because the report says she was injured at lacrosse practice. Which is fascinating, Wanda, considering Westview hasn't had a lacrosse team since 2018." Wanda’s blood ran cold. She had panicked. She had picked a sport at random. She finally looked up. Agatha was watching her with eyes that missed nothing.
"It was a club sport," Wanda lied smoothly, leaning back in her chair. "Off campus. Why are you so obsessed with her, Agatha? Are you worried the F-rank is becoming a problem?" Agatha laughed. It was a sharp, brittle sound. "I'm not worried about the Zero, Wanda. She's breakable. We saw that." Agatha leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I'm worried about you."
Agatha reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind Wanda’s ear. Wanda flinched, barely suppressing the urge to slap her hand away. "You're softening," Agatha murmured. "And a soft President is a liability. If you can't hold the leash, Wanda... I might have to find someone who can."
Agatha hopped off the desk. "Enjoy the tea."
She walked out. Wanda stared at the door, her heart pounding. It wasn't just a threat. It was a declaration of war.
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The room smelled of dust and overheated electronics. It was the one place in the school with no cameras, Kate had checked. The old AV room.
Kate sat on a stack of old TVs, tossing a tennis ball against the wall. Kamala sat in the corner, knees pulled to her chest, looking exhausted from a day of torment. Wanda stood by the door, arms crossed, keeping watch.
You stood in front of a whiteboard. You had drawn a pyramid. "Agatha is the head," you said, your voice raspy but firm. "We can't touch her. Not yet. She has the teachers, the money, and the votes."
You drew a circle around the layer below Agatha. "We need to cut off her limbs. We need to take out her enforcer."
You wrote a name on the board: NEBULA.
"Nebula does the dirty work," you explained, tapping the marker against the board. "She breaks the F-ranks so Agatha doesn't have to get her hands bloody. She rules through fear. But fear is fragile."
"She's a sadist," Kamala whispered. "She enjoys it."
"She's a bully," Kate corrected, catching the tennis ball. "And bullies hate looking stupid."
"Exactly," you said. You looked at Wanda. "What's Nebula's weakness?"
Wanda pushed off the wall. "She's insecure. She hates being ignored. She attaches herself to Agatha because she thinks it makes her royalty. She wants to be an A-rank, but Agatha keeps her at B-rank to keep her hungry."
"Hungry dogs are easy to trap," you muttered. You capped the marker. "We don't fight her physically. We can't win that. We make her a liability to Agatha. We make her look messy. Unhinged. If she becomes a problem, Agatha will cut her loose to save face."
"How?" Kate asked. You looked at Kamala. "We use the target," you said gently. Kamala looked up, eyes wide. "Me?"
"Nebula wants a reaction," you said. "She wants you to cry. She wants you to beg. Tomorrow, she's going to come for you again. It's Tuesday. Taco day. The cafeteria will be packed."
You stepped closer to Kamala, crouching down so you were eye-level. "I need you to be brave, Kamala. I need you to stand there and let her come at you. But this time... we're going to change the lighting." You looked at Kate. "Can you hack the cafeteria sound system? The one in the private building?"
Kate grinned, a sharp, dangerous smile. "Is the sky blue?"
You looked at Wanda. "I need you to be the Queen. When the moment comes, you don't intervene. You judge." Wanda nodded slowly, understanding the play. "If she looks like a feral animal in front of the whole class... I have grounds to discipline her. I can strip her rank for 'conduct unbecoming.'"
"Exactly," you said. "We don't break her bones. We break her status."
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Tuesday. 12:15 PM.
The Class 2-5 Cafeteria was smaller than the main hall, designed to feel exclusive. It felt like a private country club dining room. There were only thirty seats. The air was hushed. The isolation made it worse. There was no background noise to hide in. Every whisper echoed. You sat at your table in the back corner. Kate was two tables away, looking at her phone, seemingly distracted. Wanda was at the head of the A-rank table, sipping sparkling water, her back straight.
Kamala stood in the center of the room. She held her tray. She was trembling, but she didn't move toward the designated "Target" table near the dish return. She stood there, exposed. It didn't take long.
Nebula stood up from her table. She was laughing with her crew, pointing at Kamala. She picked up her own tray, loaded with salsa and sour cream, and began to walk over. "Hey, Target!" Nebula said, her voice cutting through the small room. "You look lost. Do you need help finding the trash can? It's right next to your seat."
Kamala didn't run. She stood her ground. She looked at you. You gave a microscopic nod. Nebula stepped closer. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" She raised her tray, preparing to dump it all over Kamala. It was the same move she used on you. Predictable.
Now, you thought. Kate tapped her phone screen.
SCREEEEEECH.
A high-pitched feedback noise blasted through the surround-sound speakers of the private cafeteria. Everyone flinched, covering their ears. Nebula jumped, dropping her tray. It clattered to the floor, splashing salsa onto her own expensive shoes. "What the hell?" Nebula shrieked, looking around the small room. Then, the audio shifted. It wasn't music. It was a recording.
It was Nebula’s voice. Crystal clear. Recorded two days ago in the private locker room by a phone Kate had planted in an open gym bag.
"Agatha is such a bitch," the recording boomed over the speakers, bouncing off the walls of the intimate dining hall. The entire room froze. Every fork stopped moving. Twenty-five pairs of eyes went wide.
Nebula’s face drained of color. She looked like she was going to be sick.
"She thinks she owns the place," Nebula's recorded voice continued, dripping with venom and jealousy. "But once I get my A-rank, I’m done licking her boots. She’s pathetic. She relies on me for everything. Without me, she's just a rich girl with a bad attitude." Nebula stood in the center of the room, frozen in horror. She slowly turned her head toward the A-rank table.
Agatha Harkness was sitting ten feet away. Agatha didn't look angry. She slowly lowered her fork. She picked up her napkin and dabbed the corner of her mouth. She looked at Nebula with an expression of pure, unadulterated boredom.
Nebula turned to Kamala, her face twisting into pure, humiliated panic. She needed to deflect. She needed to silence the room. "You!" Nebula screamed, lunging at Kamala. "You did this!"
She raised her fist, ready to strike a helpless student.
"That's enough."
Wanda Maximoff stood up. In the small room, her voice didn't need to be loud to be commanding. It was absolute. "Nebula," Wanda said, walking calmly toward the center of the room. "You're making a mess."
Nebula froze, fist raised. "Wanda, I—it's a fake! It's AI, I swear—"
"You're attacking a student who hasn't touched you," Wanda said coldly. "And the rest... well, the rest speaks for itself, doesn't it?" Wanda stopped in front of Nebula. She looked at the salsa on Nebula’s shoes. Then she looked at Agatha.
Agatha held Wanda's gaze. Then, Agatha gave a slight, indifferent shrug and turned back to her lunch.
The message was clear: She's yours.
"Class 2-5 Rule 4," Wanda recited. "Disrupting the order of the hierarchy is punishable by demotion."
Wanda leaned in, her voice low enough that only Nebula, and the silent room, could hear. "You're not an enforcer anymore, Nebula. You're a liability. Get out of my cafeteria."
Nebula looked around. She saw the students snickering. She saw Agatha eating a salad, ignoring her existence. She saw Kamala, unharmed and standing tall. Nebula let out a strangled cry of rage and stormed out of the private double doors. You sat at the back table, watching the doors swing shut. Your ribs ached, but you picked up your fork and took a bite of your food.
One limb cut off.
Three to go.
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Author's Note: Well guess who's back? I ran into a problem and I wasn't able to focus on writing much but well! I'm back! So, I hope you all didn't miss me too much. I also just realized how ironic the title is since I did return after a few weeks but! I'm also not sure if I ever finish this (I hope I do) because I started writing this after watching it with a person I liked (which I now have cut off because of how problematic they actually are) and it reminds me too much of them :/
BROO i had to remove "I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s just buying you to torture and kill you." and two pictures for it to actually post in the tag im so annoyed but whatever enjoy reading losers
Summary: You wake in an unfamiliar room, terrified of what is to come, when a woman walks in, leash in hand. You bare your teeth, ready to fight back because wherever she was taking you, you weren't going to make it easy.
Content: Heavy pet play, face slapping, being leashed and muzzled, drugging, mention of abuse, choking (kinda), tit play, DARK THEMES.
a/n: this was written a year after pt1 so if some things don't match or whatever its purely because of that !! i am also lowkey considering not making the pet play as intense but we shall see.
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You woke with a startled gasp, heart pounding in your chest. You were drugged unconscious and now woke in an unfamiliar room. A thick black collar hugged your neck, and a chain connecting to a wall dangled from it. The chain was short; they obviously didn’t want you wandering the room. You sat on a black dog bed, basic but nicer than the one at the kennel.
You took in your surroundings. The room was small with one large barred window and a handleless door. On the left wall, there were shelves full of leashes, muzzles, and collars. All of them were different colours, shapes, and sizes. The one that caught your attention the most was the shock collar. You shuddered.
The words of your seller echoed in your head, and you fought back tears. The woman, Natasha Romanoff, as your seller called her, scared you. The way she handled that gun and the threat she spoke showed she was no stranger to violence. You, on the other hand, were somewhat sheltered from violence. The most you witnessed were trainers beating other pets, and even that scared you. If Natasha hadn’t bought you when she did, that would have been you in a few days, at least; that was when your training was really meant to start. You wondered why Natasha decided to purchase you, an untrained pet, when perfectly trained options were available.
Click.
The door pushed open, revealing an older woman. Her dark brown hair was slicked back into a ponytail, and her face was sharp. She held a leash in her hands, grip tightening when she watched you back into the wall, a glare settling over your face.
“Don’t piss me off on the first day,” she grumbled, marching over to you.
You couldn’t move much with the chain being so short, but you could fight back. You barred your teeth, growling as she attempted to hook her fingers around your collar. Your legs kicked out, nearly hitting her in the shin. That pissed her off. She managed to grab onto your collar, slamming you into the bed, and knocking the air out of your lungs.
“An untrained mutt. That has honestly got to be one of their stupidest ideas.” The woman muttered to herself as she clipped the leash onto you and forced you to your knees.
But you weren’t done yet. You lunged at her, catching her by surprise and shoving her to the ground. The door was open, and you made a beeline for it. Your legs ached immediately. After only crawling for as long as you did, it hurt to straighten them, but you ignored the pain and continued to run.
You can do this, you tell yourself, you can escape.
As you ran, you realised that you were in a mansion. The endless corridors had multiple rooms, but none seemed to have people inside. At least, you couldn’t hear anyone. You held onto the railing as you fled down the stairs, praying that the exit was near.
But all hope was lost when someone grabbed onto the leash, forced you against their chest and pinned your arms to your side. You snared, trying to break free, but they were strong. Something pricked your neck, and you felt your eyes get heavy; the world turned black.
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When you woke again, you were back in the room, although this time, your limbs felt heavy and clumsy. You tried to lift yourself, but you couldn’t. You huffed, flopping onto the dog bed in defeat. Your first escape attempt failed, but judging by the lack of security and how far you ran, another attempt wouldn’t be worthless.
You don’t know how long you had been lying there, but suddenly the door clicked open, and in walked the same woman from earlier. Her expression was tight with a hint of annoyance. She wasn’t holding a leash this time; instead, a muzzle.
“Can you move?” she questioned, to which you growled in response. “Good.”
She strapped the muzzle around your face, making sure it wasn’t too tight but not loose enough that it would fall off. You tried to bite her as she lifted and carried you out of the room, but that only made her chuckle. Muzzles were embarrassing.
“Little shit, you run fast, you know that?” The woman patted your back when you started to fuss in her arms. “Wanda would’ve blown my head off if you managed to get out, so don’t do that again, yeah?”
You freeze at the mention of that name.
Or worse, Wanda will, and I’m sure you know how violent my wife can be.
Along with your seller's words, Natasha’s words stuck to you, too. Now, with the woman’s words, you were even more terrified to meet Wanda.
The woman carried down a few corridors and up a flight of stairs before stopping in front of a large wooden door with the initials "N.R." carved into it. She knocked three times. The door swung open, revealing Natasha.
“Thank you, Maria,” she said, stepping to the side.
The large room had a thick wooden desk in the middle with massive windows behind it. The walls were lined with shelves full of books and decorative items. The whole room gave gothic vibes. The woman, whom you now know is Maria, placed you on the dog bed next to the desk. Your limbs were still weak, but strong enough to lunge at Maria again. The woman grunted, pinning you onto your back. There was another short leash attached to the foot of the desk, which Maria clipped to your collar.
“That will be trained out of her, do not worry,” Natasha said.
“I don’t understand why you got an untrained one,” Maria sighed. “Agatha’s pet would never dare to do something like that.”
Natasha waved her hand, “Agatha’s pet lacks life. We don’t want that.”
Maria opened her mouth, as if she were going to say something, but didn’t. She straightened her clothes, “Call me if you need me.” The door automatically locked when Maria left.
Natasha stood over you, her eyes studying your body. You suddenly became aware of how naked and exposed you were. She crouched down and grabbed your muzzle, pulling you towards her.
Her fingers ran over your cheek, where the seller had hit you. It must have been bruised by now. She opened a drawer, pulling out a tube and squeezed cream onto her fingers. She held your chin with her hand and applied the cream to your cheek with the other. Your stomach erupted in butterflies. That was the first soft act you had received in God knows how long.
“I heard about your little escape stunt," she said, "Don't you dare think you'll get off the hook next time."
You barred your teeth and lunged, but you didn’t get very far. She grabbed onto your throat, slamming you into the desk and slapped you hard. You couldn’t control the tears that slid down your face, and you cried softly, sniffling. Your face felt hot and stung.
Natasha's hand dropped down to your tits, and you tried not to moan as she pinched and pulled at your nipples. She chuckled taking pleasure in watching you struggle to control yourself.
Her phone suddenly rang and she stood before answering, greeting the caller in a language that you were sure was Russian. You looked around the room, mind already forming another escape plan. The windows weren’t barred like the other room were, but you were at least on the 3rd story of the mansion; it’d be stupid to try to escape from the window. One of the shelves was lined with guns and knives, which would be useless in an escape. They were mobbosses; they probably handled those types of weapons multiple times a day, and you have never touched one. They would disarm you in seconds.
You wouldn’t be escaping from this room.
Natasha wore a white wife-beater, her muscles on display. Her arms were bruised and littered with scars; you wondered what her story was. You definitely wouldn’t be able to overpower her. She looked like she could bench press your body weight plus more. Maybe you could outrun her. Maria did say you were fast. But at the kennel, you weren’t allowed to stand or anything of the sort, so muscle was lost. You were honestly surprised you managed to run earlier. You doubted you would be allowed to use your legs here either.
Natasha’s brow lifted and she said something that sounded like a question. She nodded, turning her gaze to you, and you tried not to shrink. The call ended and she slipped her phone into her pocket. She pulled a leash out of her drawer, clipping it onto your collar.
ok if you just saw me posting pt2 a bunch of times ignore me LOL Tumblr is being a hoe and won't put my post into the tag. not really sure why as it's allowing other posts so if anyone has any ideas 💔 I have tagged like 15 people and maybe that's why? might have to remove the taglist if that's the case
ok if you just saw me posting pt2 a bunch of times ignore me LOL Tumblr is being a hoe and won't put my post into the tag. not really sure why as it's allowing other posts so if anyone has any ideas 💔 I have tagged like 15 people and maybe that's why? might have to remove the taglist if that's the case
i am **THIS** close to finishing pt2 of unbreakable ties but for the life of me, I can't decide what personality I want to give Natasha and now I'm just stuck
a/n: I was at the airport when I thought of this sO I guess here's the start of my mob!WandaNat AU?
warnings: It’s an 18+ AU, but there’s no sex in this little fic; just flirty, persuasive Wanda and lap sits
AU summary: Mob Boss!WandaNat with shy bartender!reader that just started working at their negotiation meeting space bar and they take a liking to her because she always makes their drinks right and won’t accept their kind way too big tips
Eventually, they start asking her to hang around more which turns into being their private bartender when they’re hosting at their home, but now somehow they’ve started asking her over more nights than not because they’re “too tired” to get a ride to the bar so instead they have their driver bodyguard pick you up each night. Reader thinks they’re hot and fun to be around even if they do love flustering her at every turn so she just tries to survive out here, pretty much completely unaware that she's got two rich women paying for everything for her and protecting her everywhere she goes.
“Mrs. Maximoff? You asked to see me?”
Your usually quiet voice was painfully loud in the near silent room, only the faintest echoes of the soft music playing out on the dining room floor coming through the walls. It was surprisingly soundproof and for a quick moment you wondered why- until you remembered what the owners did for a living.
Still, when Wanda looked up at you, a kind smile brightening her features, you couldn’t imagine her hurting a fly. That was all part of the ruse probably. Wanda was smart; Natasha was too, obviously, but she looked more intimidating with her steely demeanor and sharp features. Wanda, on the other hand- she could take out a room full of people before anyone screamed because she just looked so trustworthy.
She had an almost witch-like way with people, sweetly manipulating them until it was too late to pull away. Most of them didn’t want to in the end anyway- no one wanted to leave Wanda once she’d gotten into your head. If she wasn’t so captivating, you’d avoid her like the plague.
“Ah, just the person I wanted to see. Come here, dear.” Stepping closer made the door shut loudly behind you and it pained you to admit how nervous you were being in a room alone with her. She must’ve sensed your hesitation because she relaxed her shoulders and took a deep breath. “You’re not in trouble, quite the opposite honestly.”
The only thing separating the two of you was her large wooden desk and even though she was sitting down, she still felt feet taller than you could ever hope to be. “Not to be rude, but Marian doesn’t like it when I’m gone too long…” The only downside of being the best bartender in the place was that you were always in high demand and your boss liked to keep things moving smoothly. Which meant very strict time schedules for you while on the clock.
Wanda’s face fell then, jaw set at the thought of someone else taking you away before she was done with you. But quick as lightning, her easy attitude returned when she looked your way, “She answers to me. If I want to keep you here all night, I can.” Her words were reassuring, but they held an edge that reminded you never to try to rush her again.
“Come closer, I just want to talk to you.” You obeyed, rounding the desk because that was the only way you thought you could be closer. Hovering at the corner, a few feet away wasn’t enough for her though. “Go on, sit down.” When you tried to sit on the wooden furniture she shook her head and you stopped, gazing at her in silent confusion. There were no other chairs on this side of the room besides the one she was currently occupying.
Wanda let you sit and stew a moment, enjoying the way you just stared at her for guidance, scared to displease her. She liked that control and you looked oh so cute giving it to her. After a minute of you not understanding, she gave in and sat back in the large leather chair, beckoning you with a single finger. “I won’t bite. Today, at least.”
The gulp of air you took down your throat must’ve been obvious with how hard it was, choking on your own breath in shock. She was serious. Wanda Maximoff wanted you to sit on her lap. So naturally, not wanting to keep her waiting- you did.
Sitting this close to her let you breathe in her perfume, floral and light- much too gentle for her profession, but perfect for the Wanda Maximoffs of the world. “You’ve been making quite an impression here.” Her hand rested on your thigh, no pressure applied, but guiding you to keep still, “I was wondering if you’d be up for working a few nights for Natasha and I.” It was posed as a question, but anyone with even the barest self-preservation skills knew it wasn’t.
Things would be easier for you if you complied and, if you were being honest with yourself, your own apprehensions weren’t enough to overshadow the opportunity to personally assist the two gorgeous owners of your workplace. When you first laid eyes on them, you were in for. Natasha had leaned over, ordered a neat Manhattan in that deep voice of hers, and even months later, you’d never fully recovered. You’d met Wanda a
few days later and now every shift all you wanted was to catch a glimpse of them, maybe even exchange a few words.
Your shy nature didn’t let you seek out their attention as eagerly as the other bartenders did though, preferring to wait in the shadows until they approached you. And now, one of them had. “I- Yes, I’d love to help… when do you want me?” It didn’t matter; you’d rearrange your schedule for what she needed. However she needed.
“Preferably? Always.” The hand on your leg tightened its grip, her other taking your head and turning it so you had to face her, ring-clad thumb tracing over your curved lips. She took possession of you easily, holding you in her lap as if she already owned you. Much to your dismay, you had to admit you wouldn’t mind her doing so. “But that’s for later. Tomorrow, 7pm is the first. If you do well, then we’ll come up with a more permanent arrangement,” She leant in close, as if she was telling you a secret despite being the only two people anywhere near earshot. “And you’ll be rewarded amazingly, I promise.”
All you could manage was a series of slow nods, crystal clear green eyes locking yours in a pleased gaze you never wanted to leave. You’d do anything for that look again. “Thank you for the opportunity, Mrs. Maximoff. I’ll try my best.” If only you could match her confidence, the sureness of her subtle seduction- maybe you wouldn’t sound so painfully innocent. Then you’d feel worthy of whatever dynamic she’d created with you just now.
But Wanda liked your sheepishness; all the more fun for her and Natasha to have breaking you out of your shell over and over. “Call me Wanda when it’s just us, no need to be so formal. And you’re very capable, you’ll do perfectly.” The brunette was kissing you before you could blink, impossibly soft lips taking control as effortlessly as always. She pulled away and took your bottom lip with her between her teeth, chuckling darkly when you squeaked. So precious. “Besides, you’re a good girl, my good girl. You wouldn’t let me down, would you?”
“N-No, Mrs. Maxim- Wanda! I won’t disappoint you.” You didn’t know if you wanted to sink into the floor and disappear or curl into Wanda, the oddly safe feeling lion’s den of your boss’ lap. Soon enough she made the decision for you, bringing you closer as she sank into her chair, your arm pressing into her silk-covered chest. You let your head rest on her shoulder at her encouragement, the hand still on your cheek directing her to the crook of her neck. She played with your hair and slowly you felt your eyes droop closed, nearly lulled to sleep by her affection.
And then you realized you were at work. It was late, definitely past 1am, and you were no stranger to seeing the first morning light by the time you closed up, but still you technically needed to work. Wanda must’ve felt you stiffen because when you moved to get up and mumble out some sort of apology for going so submissive on the person that pays you, she held you tighter. Maybe a little too tight. “Ah ah, you’re staying right here.” Your mouth opened to protest or reason with her, but she briskly shushed you. “You have a long night for Nat and I tomorrow so for tonight, just sit here and look pretty for me while I finish up some contracts.”
Wanda never looked at you, only explaining and expecting you to go along with it, knowing you will, as she rolled her chair back to her desk, wedging you even further against her. Faintly you heard her pen start to scratch over paper, her focus on her work as if she wasn’t holding you captive on her thighs. The urge to tell her again about your obligations to go back behind the bar still lingered in the back of your mind, but you knew Wanda knew. Relaxing back against her was your only option and the more you thought about it, the less you minded.
She knew everything about this place, taking her day-to-day tasks very seriously and making sure every cog remained perfectly in place. But sometimes she was selfish; she had a fierce jealous streak and her need to possess threatened to consume her every day.
Consequently, Wanda made it her mission to know everything about you. She wanted you and like the supportive wife she was, Natasha wanted you too. So she left it to her wife to take you and bring you to them.
After all, Wanda Maximoff had a way with people.
This series will have persistent dark themes such as human trafficking and dubious consent. You are responsible for your own media consumption.
Pairing: Mobbosses!WandaNat x Fem!Reader
Summary: Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff, renowned as the city's most powerful and dangerous mob bosses, decided that their lives needed a touch more excitement, leading them to acquire a pet.
Series Warnings: Human trafficking, murder, dubcon, violence, smut, angst, heavy pet play, dom/sub dynamics.
