Leashed and Muzzled.
Pairing: WandaNat x AFAB!Reader
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.
“Let’s go meet Wanda, hm?”
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