#harktaine

Her fingers are suddenly at your entrance and you have a feeling Valentina still has control of Mel’s wrist. One finger slowly slips inside of you. Valentina scoffs.

“She can take more than that,” she says, “She’s always left gaping.”

It causes a ripple of laughter that has embarrassment burning brightly inside of you. The heat of it travels lower to pool around Mel’s finger. Mel pushes in a second finger. 

Wanda must do something because Natasha pulls away with a gasp. Then they both turn to look at where Mel’s fingers are disappearing inside of you, Wanda’s head on Natasha’s shoulder while little noises continue to fall from Natasha’s lips.

A finger probes your ass and your hips jump, forcing yourself further onto Mel’s fingers. You moan. That was Agatha. Kate had begged for your ass but she was in time out for touching when she was told to wait. She’s now muzzled and tied up in the corner. You could hardly blame her when Wanda’s cunt was an inch from her face for so long but Wanda could and she’s always been swift to correct. So, Agatha won the prize. It’s a position they fight over often. Agatha enjoying the thrill of the game and Kate enjoying being put in her place.

The finger at your ass slowly pushes in to the first knuckle. You’re squirming at the stretch but a hand on your stomach forces you still. It’s a struggle to keep your breathing even and you seek out Natasha’s eyes. They’re glazed over, mouth slightly open. You turn your head to the side to see two of Wanda’s fingers buried deep inside of her, the base of Wanda’s palm grinding against Natasha’s clit. You resist the urge to lean closer and lap at the wetness dripping off her fingers. 

You hear Agatha moaning and try to tilt your head to see. Rio is behind her, strap-on buried deep, but you can’t tell in which hole. Agatha’s such a slut for both.

Mel’s fingers continue to fuck you as Agatha pushes in another knuckle. Agatha’s hand keeps you from bucking. You moan, already feeling so full. You can hear Mel’s own stuttering breaths now, although you can’t see what Valentina is doing to her. 

Natasha grips your chin and makes you look up at her again. The look on her face tells you she’s close, which is surprising since she tends to last the longest. Two of her fingers slip into your panting mouth. They press down on your tongue firmly, stroking it. Natasha is coming moments later and you relish the way she arches. You wrap your lips around her now-still fingers and suck harshly. She shudders, Wanda’s fingers still moving inside of her. Watching her come never ceases to amaze you.

It’s too much to hold back. The fingers inside of you curl, causing the heat inside of you to burst, and an orgasm rips through you. You gasp and moan and writhe beneath them all. Mel’s fingers gently work you through it. Agatha pushes in further, moaning at how tight your orgasm makes you. She’s in a nice enough mood to not start fucking you before you come down.

The fingers in your cunt disappear but Agatha seems to be getting started. Natasha strokes your tongue languidly, her eyes hooded. Wanda is pressing gentle kisses against her shoulder.

Drool starts to escape your mouth and Natasha is quick to swipe it back up. She hooks her fingers into your mouth, fingers curling over your bottom lip, and pulls your jaw open wider. Her eyes linger and she leans down. For a second you think she’s going to spit in your mouth. Instead, she kisses your forehead.

You blink, almost disorientated at the softness. Fingers leaving your ass drags your eyes down to Agatha and Rio. You already miss the fullness. Rio moves from behind Agatha to kneel next to her. There’s some kind of struggle before Rio’s nose is nudging your wet folds. Agatha looks disgruntled but she pushes her fingers back inside of you all the same. Rio gently laps at your wetness before moving up to pay attention to your clit. That combined with the full feeling from Agatha has you moaning.

Natasha tilts your head sideways, away from her.

“I know how much you like to watch,” she husks.

Valentina has dragged a chair over to Kate, or likely instructed Mel to do it. Kate is now on her back, arms still tied to her chest, and Mel is looming over her. Her fingers are pulling harshly at Kate’s nipples. She looks up to Valentina for approval. Valentina murmurs something and Mel’s fingers twist. Kate’s cry is muffled by the muzzle.

Rio continues to lap at your clit. Agatha’s dark eyes moving between her and her own fingers disappearing inside of you.

It’s too much and you’re coming again with a cry. Natasha leans down to swallow the sound, although you can feel her panting. Neither Rio nor Agatha slow down, Agatha actually fucking you harder, and it pushes your orgasm further and further until you’re a wrung out, limp mess below them. Natasha pulls back again, shuddering, but you’re distracted by the silent competition happening between Agatha and Rio. Their competitions happen annoyingly often for two grown women but it’s better than having both of their energies focused solely on you. It’s much much scarier than being the plaything stuck in the middle.

Rio looks up at Agatha and slowly runs her tongue through your soaked folds. Agatha’s eyes darken and she pulls out. She curls her fingers in Rio’s hair and pulls her up, dragging her away to lick up the mess on her face. You watch as Agatha seems to devour Rio’s face. There’s another one of their silent communications, this one obviously meant to provoke Agatha as Rio quirks an eyebrow. Agatha bares her teeth in a smile before sinking them into Rio’s neck. Rio pushes Agatha onto her back in retaliation, following her down and straddling her.

Movement has you turning your head. Wanda has finally moved out from behind Natasha to settle between your legs. You whimper at the sight of her thick strap hanging over your stomach. You don’t think you can take it after two orgasms. You know she’ll make you.

Natasha kneels behind Wanda. You whimper when she runs two fingers through your folds, gathering your wetness. She wipes it off on Wanda’s strap. Then uses that wetness to stroke it. You swallow.

“Do you want my strap, baby?” Wanda asks. You shake your head in spite of the heat growing inside you at the game. Wanda gives an exaggerated pout. “No? You don’t want Mommy’s strap? But you’ve been such a good girl. You finally deserve it.”

“Sensitive,” you whine quietly.

“Too bad,” Wanda says with a fake pout, “Mommy wants your cunt, which means you’ll have to take it, won’t you?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“Good girl.”

Natasha stops stroking to slowly guide the tip of Wanda’s strap to your entrance. You’re already squirming but Wanda holds your hips down. It feels good despite your whining and your legs are soon relaxing open. Wanda keeps her thrust slow and steady. She coos over you, her hands lightly running over your skin as she admires you. Your brain is foggy with another building orgasm. Natasha stays behind Wanda, murmuring to her as she bites marks into Wanda’s skin. You catch little of what she says, mostly things like pretty and take charge and fuck. You can’t choose whether to focus on her teeth sinking into Wanda’s skin or the hot look in Wanda’s eyes. Natasha’s hands move up to Wanda’s tits, squeezing as she marks her neck. Wanda moans, hips still slapping into yours. You have to look away before you come without permission. 

You look over again to the trio instead. It’s become a quartet. Valentina has buried Mel’s face in her cunt, a hand in Mel’s hair. Mel’s fingers are diligently working in and out of Valentina along with her tongue. The muzzle has been removed from Kate’s face (something Wanda is going to punish someone for later) and she’s lying on her back, her head between Mel’s thighs. It seems whoever did remove the muzzle was smart enough to not free Kate’s hands and will avoid the worst of Wanda’s ire. Agatha has joined them at some point, now wearing her own strap-on that she’s slowly forcing into Kate’s ass. Rio is lying down where Agatha left her, lazily watching the show. You watch the way Kate slowly arches as Agatha pushes further and further into her ass, her tongue never faltering. Mel’s does and Valentina tugs her hair in warning. The moan that follows is something you’ll try to remember for later.

Wanda drags your attention back to her. She lifts your hips up higher, changing the angle and hitting that sweet spot inside of you. A small cry is forced from your lips at the feeling. Two thrusts later, the strap on hitting that same spot every time, you find yourself suddenly on the edge.

“Mommy!” you warn quickly, not wanting to get in trouble.

“Don’t tell me my baby is close already?” Wanda teases with a small laugh, not slowing down.

“Sensitive,” you try to explain but it comes out more of a moan than anything else.

“Poor thing,” Wanda says with a fake pout. “Mommy should probably leave your poor puffy clit alone then, shouldn’t she?” You nod hurriedly, not wanting to come so soon. A moment later and the soft pad of a finger begins to circle your clit. You make a confused sound even as you buck up into the feeling. Wanda’s hands are still holding your hips up. Natasha, you realise. You can’t hold back and the feeling inside of you bursts. You come again with a cry, pleasure crashing over you.

“Aw,” Wanda continues to fake pout, “and I was just getting started.”

“ ‘m sorry, Mommy,” you gasp, still shuddering through the aftershocks.

“It’s okay, sweet thing,” she murmurs, leaning over you to gentle cradle your cheek, “We can blame Tasha, just this once.”

“I heard that,” Natasha says, sounding amused. You can’t see her past Wanda. She soon moves to sit beside you, gently running her hands through your hair as Wanda moves her hands down to run them firmly over your sides. They continue to ground you as you come down and stay until your breathing evens out again. Natasha shifts and Wanda looks up.

“Leaving so soon?” Wanda asks with a quirk of her brow.

“I’m off to sulk,” Natasha teases.

“Is that what we’re calling it nowadays?”

“Something like that.” She gestures at Wanda’s strap. “May I?”

Wanda, looking faintly amused, allows Natasha to undo the harness and help her out of it. Natasha brushes her lips against your damp skin before standing. Wanda helps her buckle it securely and gets momentarily distracted. Her eyes drop to the glistening strap, pointing right at her face. Natasha pushes back Wanda’s hair and raises an eyebrow. Wanda comes back to herself enough to shake her head.

“I’ve got a sub to settle.”

“Of course,” Natasha says.

She leans down to kiss the top of Wanda’s head. Then she makes her way over to the newly formed group. You realise with some amusement that they’ve formed a line instead of the tangle of limbs you all normally end up as. Natasha kneels behind Rio, who had moved her attention onto Agatha at some point. Natasha grips Rio’s hair to pull her head back. Rio hisses at her. Natasha grins.

Wanda moves so you can lay your head in her lap. She strokes your hair. You look up at her with a pout and she smiles down at you.

“You need a moment,” she reminds you. “So you won’t need to stop early.” This is something you asked her to keep an eye on. With so many people leaning more towards dom than sub, the subs tend to need to tap out early. Still, you jut out your lower lip and turn on the puppy dog eyes. Her voice turns firm. “You will wait until Natasha and Kate can fuck that soaked cunt of yours without you crying like a baby because you’re overstimulated.” 

You hurriedly nod and she smiles again, this time much sharper.

You have to wait until Valentina, Mel and Agatha are all done with Kate before anyone pays more attention to you than Wanda’s wondering hands. 

A sharp comment from Agatha, likely the result of Rio’s teasing fingers at her ass, resulted in Valentina and Mel being pulled into their game. Kate had laid down for all of a minute before she was needy again and looking to join in. Natasha had gotten her attention and Kate had eagerly scampered over. You had tried to sit up but Wanda had kept your head in her lap while Natasha pulled Kate the rest of the way over to you two.

When she stops, Kate practically dives in between your legs. Natasha has to grab her hair and jerk her back up. With the way Kate’s hands are still tied to her chest she probably would’ve smacked her chin against the floor.

“Did I say go?” Natasha demands.

“No?” Kate says sheepishly. “But she’s right there,” she whines, the tight grip in her hair doing little to cow her.

“This is why we keep you muzzled,” Wanda says. “Who took it off?”

Kate pretends to be distracted by Valentina shoving Rio down instead of answering.

“Deal with that later,” Natasha says to Wanda. “It’s my turn to play with her.”

Wanda rolls her eyes and mutters something about putting it off until later is why Kate gets away with so much. Your amusement wars with the growing ache in your cunt. 

“Go?” Kate asks impishly.

Natasha gives her a little shake. “This is why you’re always in trouble,” she says. “You need to learn some patience.”

“I dunno. I’ve gotten everything I’ve wanted so far,” Kate says with a grin. 

Wanda snarls and pushes herself to her knees, clearly intent on showing Kate how much trouble she’s in, but Natasha gives her a warning glare. Wanda holds it for a moment before slowly lowering herself back down. It is Natasha’s turn which means it’s her job to deal with the bratty sub.

“Just for that you won’t be getting to eat her out, or my strap.”

Kate’s smile drops. 

“Wait, what?” 

Natasha shoves her head down, lets go of her hair and pushes her onto her back. Kate starts whining and begging again, wriggling around in her restraints. Natasha holds her down with one hand while she unbuckles her strap-on. She tries to slide it onto Kate but Kate is still moving too much.

“Stay still if you want to be able to walk for the next week,” she snaps. Kate immediately goes still. Not being able to walk is very different to not being able to sit. It’s rare for Natasha to threaten the soles of Kate’s feet. She means the threat and isn’t likely to hold back since disobeying Wanda is apart of Kate’s transgressions. Natasha easily secures the strap on to Kate’s waist after that. Wanda’s resulting smile looks satisfied.

“Come here,” Natasha says, holding her hand out to you. Wanda helps you up onto your knees and you crawl over to Natasha. She tugs you in front of her, making you straddle Kate before settling her hands on your hips. You look down at the thick strap. Your legs are already weak from earlier and you doubt you’ll be able to push yourself up more than once before they give out. Natasha squeezes your hips. “I’ve got you,” she murmurs and lifts your hips up. She’s always been scarily strong and you realise her plan is to fuck you onto Kate’s strap herself. Kate looks absolutely pathetic. Natasha scoffs. “You just ate Mel out.”

“That was ages ago!”

“You’re insatiable,” Natasha says but this time a hint of fondness sneaks into her voice. Natasha carefully lowers you onto the strap and you make a whining noise at the stretch.

“Why do you always go for the thickest ones,” you gasp once you’ve reached the base.

“Shush, we’re punishing Kate,” Natasha says. Her hands tightening on your hips is all the warning your get before she’s lifting you up again.

“Not me?” your voice turns high at the end. She slams you back down. 

“You did come without permission,” Wanda says. Natasha fucks you up and down the strap again and you moan. 

“I could— “ Kate tries.

“No,” Wanda and Natasha say at the same time. 

The kicked puppy look returns to Kate’s face and you’re thankful you’re not the one that has to resist it. What coherence you had gathered from your break quickly disappears between Natasha’s hands and strap. Kate keeps trying to convince Wanda and Natasha to give her just a little bit more. The pressure from the strap-on only enough to stoke the fire. Her bargaining and pleading eventually dissolves into wordless whining. It’s unlikely Agatha had allowed her to come before Natasha dragged her over. 

Wanda moves to harshly grip Kate’s jaw. Kate opens her mouth without Wanda needing to squeeze. Smirking, Wanda pushes two fingers inside her mouth to shut the whiney mutt up. The comment only makes Kate louder. You get stuck on the sight of Kate eagerly sucking Wanda’s fingers as you become more and more limp in Natasha’s hands.

A few minutes later you notice there’s no building pleasure. The simmering in your gut stays at the exact same level. You’re trapped in that hazy place where pleasure refuses to grow.

“Nat, can’t come,” you gasp. Her hands immediately slow. 

“Need more?” she asks gently and you shake your head, your hand grabbing onto hers. She immediately knows what you mean. “Aw, did we break your poor pussy?”

The words make you clench around the strap and you whimper quietly. Wanda’s eyes are dark and Kate looks even needier than before. You’re too close to overstimulation for them to pounce. Natasha carefully pulls you up and off the strap. Wanda removes her fingers from Kate’s mouth and wipes the spit off of Kate’s cheek.

“Oh, thank fuck,” Kate gasps out, believing her punishment over.

“Who said you were getting anything?” Wanda says.

Kate tries to pout. Wanda lightly slapping her cheek ruins it. Kate’s expression turns into a dopey grin. 

“Is there anything that is truly a punishment for you?” Wanda asks with a sigh.

“Nope,” Kate pops the ‘p’.

“Go annoy Rio,” Wanda commands. 

Kate scrambles away on wobbly hands and knees before Wanda can change her mind and punish her further. You’d laugh if you weren’t so tired. You lie limply against Natasha, who coos about how well you did and covers your shoulders in kisses. She eventually hands you over to Wanda and you snuggle eagerly into her gentle hold. She’s brought one of the blankets over and tucks it around you tightly before lying down, you still in her arms. 

“Did well?” you manage to ask.

“You did very well,” she reassures, planting a kiss on top of your hair. “You lasted such a long time and you were such a good girl.”

You snuggle closer happily. Then you realise something.

“I didn’t get a turn with Mel,” you say with a pout.

“But she got a turn with you,” Wanda reminds you gently. “Don’t worry, she seems to be enjoying herself. You can ask Valentina to have a turn next time.”

That eases the mild disappointment and you lean up slightly for a kiss. Wanda pecks your swollen lips and you settle back into her hold.

“You don’t want to join back in on the fun?” you ask, watching as Natasha pauses beside Mel who gives her a considering look.

“In a little while. I’m happy spending some time with my baby first,” she coos and you melt into her.

Left to right, how her arms around bound behind her back, how Agatha attached them, and how her legs are tighted from calf to thigh.

Nothing ever prepares you for someone like Agatha. Valentina hates it when she visits. She always ends up at the mercy of her goddamn magic.

So here she is. Belly pressed to the cold desk, skin bare, arms pinned in place behind her back by purple shimmering bands of Agatha’s magic. Her legs are spread wide, magic binding her thighs open. The strap sits buried inside her, the toy thick and heavy. Something Agatha said was more a statement than comfort. She can feel herself clench around it, pulsing with every heartbeat, every deep inhale. She aches to move, to grind down, but she can’t. The ropes hold her up, hips arched, back curved, and then there's the intricate ropes bounding her tight to Agatha’s hips. A near cruel and unusual punishment.

Agatha stands behind, voice patient but there's a growing edge. She doesn't know how long they've been standing here but it's enough.

"You’re going to tell me what I need, Valentina.” She's getting impatient.

Val only laughs, tries not to pound her head down on the table from the sensation crawling down her legs- just a blooming slow throb down her legs.

“Ask nicer.” she doesn't sound the way she feels- irritated, breathless, and so, very, turned on.

Agatha’s magic tightens. The strap shifts just a little, not enough, and Val inhales sharply, hips jerking back, but it's useless. Her and Agatha are tied together at the hips, intricate knots binding trapping the strap deep inside. She grits her teeth. The pressure is nearly unbearable. The wetness slick between her thighs, the heat crawling up her stomach, then there's the need carving her hollow, all of it, dims her thoughts. She tries to twist, to work the strap for more friction, but the ropes hold her tight.

Agatha’s hand moves down, palm flat on her lower back, tracing the muscles there.

“You’re stubborn.” The other hand dips lower, sliding around her waist, over her hips, "So, so stubborn. You'd think you'd grow out of this. What has it been...decades?"

Val rolls her eyes even if Agatha can't see from her angle. Huffs, barely holding in a moan.

Her voice is tight, rough. “Some of us don’t have magic.”

"Hm." Agatha’s nails dig into the softness of her stomach, "Sure but you'd think age would make you more docile."

Val rocks her hips as much as the ropes allow, frustration bleeding into every syllable. The feel of the strap buried deep is beginning to drive her a little insane. The ropes binding her arms, legs and body enclose her, making the slightest movement a chore.

“Maybe you should’ve picked someone else if you wanted easy. Or did you forget I don’t do obedient?” She lets out a low, shaky laugh, head pressed into the desk. “All this, and you still act surprised every time.

Her voice breaks on the last word as Agatha’s fingers circle slower. Val begins to lift. The purple glow of the ropes pulls her head away from the desk and she gasps as the strap moves, adjusts as she shifts upright, back against Agatha’s chest. Soft breasts press to her bound forearms behind her back. She hums, warm fingers traveling between Val's legs- two fingers glide over her clit.

"You’re not making this easy on yourself.”

Val shudders. Her cunt spasms around the strap, every tiny movement sending sparks through her. But Agatha only rubs gentle circles, barely touching, her magic keeping everything restrained.

“Tell me what I want,” Agatha whispers, voice brushing the hair by her ear, fingers slowly sending little pleasurable sparks down her legs, “and I’ll fuck you how you need.”

Val shakes her head, words cut off by a sharp gasp when Agatha’s fingers press harder. “Ah-" she closes her eyes, "You don’t get to-”

But Agatha’s hand leaves her clit, snaps up, taking her by the jaw, tilting her head back. Then, harshly she slips two fingers into Val’s mouth, pressing down on her tongue. Her words get lost as she tries to turn her head but to no avail.

“God, you're such a bore sometimes. We could put that mouth to better use. Hm?"

Val groans, humiliated, heat flooding her face. The taste of Agatha’s skin and her own heady arousal fills her senses. Her cunt pulses around the strap, slick and demanding, and she squirms uselessly against the bonds. Agatha leans into her, breath warm on her ear.

“Listen. I want to fuck you, Valentina. On this desk. All you have to do is tell me what I need. Say it, and I’ll give you everything. I’ll take the ropes off, let you ride, fuck you as hard as you beg for, eat you out, your choice. Just one little name.” She rolls her hips, grinding the strap deep, the slow drag pulling a little humiliating whimper out.

But all she thinks about is how it's not enough. Not enough.

Val tries to arch, breath turning ragged. The movement is too small, the fullness dizzying, need and frustration knotted inside her.

Agatha’s lips brush her ear. “Last chance, Val. Tell me. Or you’ll stay right here, dripping and desperate, until you do.”

Val gags as Agatha pushes her fingers further in. Her eyes squeeze shut, drool slips her lips. Her whole body is shaking, trapped between the ache of denial and the humiliation of being held against her will, filled and coerced into giving out information. The only relief Agatha gives is the slow, cruel grind of her hips and the constant taunting- every word another tease. She hates it. Enjoys it. Sometimes the conflicting definitions are all the same with Agatha.

"Come on, Val." She takes her fingers out.

Agatha’s magic hauls Val up further, back to chest, the purple bands tightening around her thighs and ribs. The strap inside her shifts, still not enough, but every lift and drop makes it grind a fraction deeper, a fraction higher. Agatha’s hands stay busy, one tangled in Val’s hair, the other gripping her chin, fingers slick from her mouth. The drool drips down her chin, her throat and a cool line goes down until it hits the ropes around her breasts.

Then Agatha starts to bounce her. It’s not a rhythm, not real movement, just a slow little jerk. A rise and fall. The strap moves only a little with each motion. Each time Val is dropped back down, the toy grinds against her walls, the blunt head catching, dragging so shallow it’s cruel. The heat spirals, tension ratchets up, need flickering along every nerve. Val’s thighs tense, muscles quivering, jaw locked between Agatha’s fingers.

Her voice is close, teasing now, an annoying buzz in her head. She takes a shaky inhale.

"That’s it. Look at you. All tied up, stuffed full, still pretending you have some self-control left.” Her lips curl against Val’s shoulder, tone warm with amusement. “Is this what you wanted? You always did have a flair for dramatics.”

The bouncing continues. Tiny little bumps.

It’s. Not. Enough. The strap teases her, never giving the friction she aches for, each bounce another spike of frustrating, narrowing need. Wetness drips down Val’s thighs, pooling where their bodies meet, creating sticky skin against skin. Her hips buck, involuntary, but the ropes keep her movements shallow, and painfully controlled.

Agatha hums, voice mock-pleading. “Val- Valentina. I could do this all night. Just a little more, just a little deeper, we could have so much fun. If you’d just cooperate. For once.” She shifts her grip, palm splayed low over Val’s stomach, feeling every tremor. “You really are determined to make this difficult. Does the power trip taste that good? Or are you a masochist?”

She bounces Val again, the strap nudging deeper. “You know what I want to hear. Just say it." Another bounce, a ragged whine punches out of Val’s throat. “Otherwise," she sighs, "I think you want to stay here, strung out, stretched out on my strap. Is that it? Little masochistic tendencies.”

Her words come low, prickling over her body, every syllable digging into her sexual frustration. Fuck, her resolve begins to crumble as her fingers leave her jaw, traveling down, over her binds to grip her waist.

“One little confession and it’s yours. Say it, and I’ll fuck you the way you want. Until then, this is all you get.”

She bounces her again and it's hard not to make a noise, but she's determined not to say a word. The strap barely moves, each shift making Val see white behind her eyes. God, the sensation of it all begins to overwhelm her.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Agatha purrs, voice annoyingly delighted. "I could do this all night. Doesn’t matter to me."

Val grits her teeth, sweat beading on her forehead, body trembling from the strain. The room smells like perfume, slight sweat, magic and frustration. She doesn’t want to give in. But Agatha’s voice is grating, the strap tormenting, her own body traitorous with need.

What Agatha wants is clear. Information, a name, that's it but it sounds off to her. Sure she has it but then there's the why. She’s not here for pleasure, not really. She wants Val’s secrets.

But Agatha keeps bouncing. The little movements inside sends hot, blinding, irritating need crawling up into her chest, down her legs. Little puffs of air begin to leave Agatha’s lungs, and brush into the white streaks of her hair. She tries to close her eyes again but it keeps coming, just wave after wave of intense need. Jesus, she wants to be fucked now. Wants to give in. The ropes feel claustrophobic now. The toy inside drives her crazy, sitting thick inside.

It keeps going and going and going- Agatha bouncing her, the strap tormenting, her little annoying exhales against her hair. Like a cycle of cruelty, over and over. Until it happens.

A name spills out of her mouth as she begins to wiggle. Needing out. Needing to just be free and able to feel the bulge inside her slipping out and giving her body exactly what it's craving so harshly for, it drips down now, a leaking line of pleasure down her thighs.

Agatha only hums, slows down, her magic still holding Val tight. “Good girl. Was that so hard?”

The magic snaps. The purple ropes dissolve from her back and waists, a soaring relief fills her aching muscles. She drops forward, cheek pressed against the cool desk, body trembling. Her legs are still tied calf to thigh by shimmering rope, hanging wide in the air, forced open by lingering spells. The ropes binding her and Agatha come off and she moans as the pressure subsides.

For a heartbeat, she sags, breath shaking, skin burning from denial and shame and need.

Then Agatha’s hands seize her hips, grip iron-tight. In one motion, Agatha pulls back, the toy easily sliding out before slamming back, burying it to the hilt. All the teasing, all the frustration, crashes together until only the relief remains, a pleasurable sparkling light between her thighs. The sudden, hard rhythm is dizzying, every thrust sending shockwaves of lustful tingles through nerves left strung out and aching.

Val gasps, traitorous little moans crawl out, the sound loud in the quiet room. The fullness hits her so hard she bites her bottom lip. Her cunt clenches down, finally grinding, finally feeding what she’d been starved for. The friction is delicious inside, blooming into a nice shiver all around. Her body jerks with every slap of skin, every wet drag of the strap, wet and messy from how much she’d been leaking.

The magic still holds her legs in the air, assisting Agatha. She can’t close them, can barely push back, can only take what Agatha gives. The sensation is blinding. Heat spikes through her, building faster and faster, her head spinning with every hard stroke.

Shame mixes with the humiliation of giving in and the pure, animal satisfaction of being fucked the way she needs. Her fingers curl, nails scraping at the desk, every sense focused on the drag, the stretch, the little dots in her vision.

Agatha leans over her, breath hot at her ear, voice heavy and low, “Was that so hard, Valentina? Look how pretty you are when you break.”

Val keeps her mouth shut, can't really speak past the relief, all her feelings- part frustration, part joy, body bucking as Agatha pounds into her. She comes hard with a shudder, intense pleasure tearing through her so violently she sees nothing but the magic crackling at the edge of her vision.

“Here she is,” Valentina says, signing something on her desk before sliding it over to the woman. You’re completely lost. You reach out cautiously with your magic but can’t feel anything from the woman or the room.

“Oh she’ll do just fine,” the woman says.

Something curls tightly around your ankle and jerks up. The world spins and you flail. You’re floating upside down a second later, your skirt down and showing your underwear. A string of purple magic around your ankle. It pulls you further into the office. You panic, you couldn’t feel her magic before. You didn’t realise she was a witch. 

You try to hold your skirt up while you mumble a quick spell in the hopes of slicing through the purple. Instead of your magic flying towards her’s it bends away from you. You watch, mouth slack as it shreds to nothing a moment later. She’d disentangled your spell. You didn’t know people could do that so fast.

A hand touches your cheek and you flinch. You hadn’t heard her move. She’s unfairly gorgeous but still someone you don’t recognise. Your eyes flicker to Valentina, hoping for an explanation, since help is obviously not an option. She’s watching the proceedings with mild interest.

“Yes, she’ll do perfect,” the woman pinches your cheek and you flinch again, “at least until she runs out of juice.”

What?

“Good. Sign here, Agatha.”

The woman, Agatha, wonders back over to the desk, picks up the pen and signs the paper.

“You may go,” Valentina says the moment she has the paper in her hands again. Agatha snorts but walks back to you without comment.

“Valentina?” you ask in a small voice.

“Oh, yes, you were expecting something else tonight, weren’t you?” She gives you a considering look before turning back to Agatha. “Why don’t you play with it a little? Its night is turning out awful and it was a decent employee.”

It? The blood rushing to your head is making everything hard to follow. 

Hands sliding down your thighs has you jerking but there’s nothing you can do stuck in the air like this. Still, you try to kick her with your free leg. She waves her hand and it’s captured by a strand of purple as well. When you aim a spell at her instead of her magic, she merely knocks it to the side and untangles it before it can damage the office.

“Not yet, dear.” One hand continues lower while the other grips your thigh. More magic wraps around your wrists and pulls them behind your back making the skirting falling down again. You really regret wearing it.

“Already wet,” Agatha remarks with a smirk.

“Likely imagining what I was going to do to it tonight,” Valentina says.

“I’m sure this is all for you hon,” Agatha says dryly, “Not the witch fondling her.”

You can’t concentrate enough to understand Valentina’s resulting expression. Agatha tugs your underwear up to your knees and leaves it there which is somehow more humiliating than if she just pushed them to the side or threw them off. You’re extremely aware of the fact that Valentina has the perfect view of Agatha touching you.

 Agatha’s fingers slowly slide into you. Your mouth drops open at the stretch. Two fingers, no preparation but you’re wet enough for it not to hurt. Your legs kick uselessly but you slowly give in to the feeling. It stokes that heat you had climbing the steps, the one that stupidly hadn’t disappeared the moment you’d been spun upside down.

“I think somebody likes this,” Agatha says, voice low. You shake your head but a moan escapes you. “Tell me you like it and I’ll be nice.” A third finger presses teasingly against your entrance. Your eyes go wide. You’ve never taken that much at once before.

“I like it! I like it!” you rush to say, “I don’t need anymore.”

“You can do better than that,” she says and uses her free hand to play with your clit.

“I— it feels good,” you rasp. She presses firm circles and you moan again. “Really good.” It really does. You’re getting close.

“What a glowing endorsement,” Valentina says. 

Agatha ignores her. “Why don’t you try hitting me with a spell again?”

“What?” you gasp.

“Come on, up the excitement a little bit.” She pinches your clit threateningly and you blast her without thinking. She curls her fingers and you experience the strange feeling of coming while your magic drains out of you. Your body doesn’t know whether to arch towards or away. The instincts that keep you alive get overrun by the endorphins flooding your brain..

It stops the second you stop coming. The disorientation is worse than when she picked you up by your ankle.

“At the same time?” Valentina asks with that same mild interest.

“What better way to associate pleasure with something so unpleasant?”

Valentina hums.

“I could always give you a lesson,” Agatha walks back over to the desk. “What do you say, want to play teacher and student like old times?”

“If you want me on my knees, Agatha, you’ll have to make me.” Valentina leans back in her chair.

“That can be arranged.”

“Not if you want to continue living.”

“Please,” Agatha snorts. “You couldn’t touch me with the full force of your department behind you.”

“Not if you want to keep your anonymity.” Valentina expression is stony.

There’s a pause. “Fine.” You can see Agatha roll her eyes as she turns around. “You’re no fun anymore.”

“Tell that to my assistant.”

“I would if you’d ever let me meet her.”

“No.”

Your hips twitch as Mel’s fingers circle your clit, her touch light and still a little cautious. It’s her first time at an orgy but Valentina has been with her for a while at this point and assured everyone Mel knew what she was doing. Mel had decided Valentina would be the only one in charge of her tonight, although she seemed excited to play with a group.

Her fingers are suddenly at your entrance and you have a feeling Valentina still has control of Mel’s wrist. One finger slowly slips inside of you. Valentina scoffs.

“She can take more than that,” she says, “She’s always left gaping.”

It causes a ripple of laughter that has embarrassment burning brightly inside of you. The heat of it travels lower to pool around Mel’s finger. Mel pushes in a second finger.

Wanda must do something because Natasha pulls away with a gasp. Then they both turn to look at where Mel’s fingers are disappearing inside of you, Wanda’s head on Natasha’s shoulder.

A finger probes your ass and your hips jump, forcing yourself further onto Mel’s fingers. You moan. Agatha. Kate had begged for your ass but she was in time out for touching when she was told to wait, was muzzled and tied up in the corner. You could hardly blame her when Wanda’s cunt was an inch from her face for so long but Wanda did blame her and she’s always been swift to correct. So, Agatha won the prize. It’s a position they fight over often. Agatha enjoying the thrill of the game and Kate enjoying being put in her place.

The finger at your ass slowly pushes in to the first knuckle. You’re squirming at the stretch but a hand on your stomach forces you still. It’s a struggle to keep your breathing even and you seek out Natasha’s eyes. They’re glazed over, mouth slightly open. You turn your head to the side to see two of Wanda’s fingers buried deep inside of her, the base of Wanda’s palm grinding against Natasha’s clit. You resist the urge to lean forward and lap at the wetness dripping off her fingers.

Agatha continues to fuck your face as she grins above you. You’d been so close before for so long that the sudden pain and stimulation has you hurtling towards the edge.

“The mutt likes a bit of a threat,” Agatha says, “Use your teeth.”

Mel’s teeth scrap down your clit and lights explode behind your eyes. Mistress holds you down, fingers never stopping as Mel licks up your release. You try to twitch away but Mel’s nose is still shoved firmly into your cunt.

A growled, “Did I say you can stop?” from Valentina makes you realise Mel won’t be allowed to. You turn pleading eyes on Agatha but, as usual, she’s apathetic to them.

“You know the rules,” she croons, “Take Mistress’ fingers and you’ll get a treat.”

You try to stay good but Mel’s tongue is relentless. Grinding for so long then coming so fast has you edging on overstimulation already. The fingers in your mouth stop you from warning your Mistress or begging for mercy. You’re stuck squirming under them instead.

“Make the mutt come,” Valentina commands Mel.

Mel returns her attention to your clit and your hips start twitching. The pleasure turns sharp and you try begging around your Mistress’ fingers. She merely pushes them deeper. Someone has to hold your hips down. You don’t dare take your eyes off your Mistress to see who but the sharp fingernails tells you it’s Valentina. Mistress scrapes her own nails down your tongue and it cuts through the building pleasure. You come.

Agatha pulls her fingers from your mouth just to hear you cry out. Valentina keeps Mel’s face pressed into your cunt and the sharp pleasure quickly turns into pain as your orgasm fades.

“You were meant to control yourself,” Agatha growls.

“I did. I made her come,” you try to squirm out of her hold but she’s too strong.

“Yet you couldn’t last while she did.” She turns to Valentina. “Was that a satisfying way to come, Valentina?”

“With them rutting into me like a virgin? Not particularly.”

Agatha wraps her hand around your strap and squeezes hard enough to make you whine.

“Bad pet,” she says. You whimper pathetically. “Valentina is going to sit on your face and you’re not going to come if you want to be able to move at all this week.”

You nod hurriedly, eyes wide. 

“This is terrible for my knees,” Valentina sighs as she climbs onto your face. “I  thought you would have better trained pets, Agatha.”

“This one’s new. They still needs some breaking in.” Your hips thrust into her hand at that and she scoffs. “Still a needy little slut who can’t control themself.”

“You always grab the biggest one. You think I don’t notice?” Val snaps, tugging Agatha’s shirt up and off, tossing it to the floor. The last piece before she's wearing nothing but the strap.

Agatha scoffs, her hands already at Val’s waistband. “Maybe if you could take anything less, I’d have options.”

Val snorts, a sharp sound before pulling Agatha toward the bed. “That’s not true. That’s you overcompensating.”

Agatha rolls her eyes, but she’s grinning, stripping Val’s pants in one purple magic smooth motion of her hand. It glitters away. Val sits now, naked on the sheets.

"Overcompensating? Please. You’re the one who nearly begged for it last time.”

Val yanks Agatha in by the strap, defiance in her harsh movements. “I didn’t beg. I gave you exactly what you wanted, you're so whiny.”

Agatha climbs onto the bed, kneeling between Val’s thighs. “You mean you finally gave in because you knew you couldn’t win.”

Val shoots her a glare. “I could win any time. You just cheat.”

Agatha's chuckling, low and smug in the air, like she couldn't help but find her antics amusing. She slides the strap between Val’s folds, dragging the head over her wetness. “If I’m cheating, why are you already wet?”

Val bites her lip, frowns, meeting Agatha’s stare as she tugs her closer by her neck, refusing to break eye contact. “Irrelevant to the conversation.”

Agatha leans in, pressing the head of the strap into her. “Irrelevant?”

Val’s breath hitches, thighs falling open, her cunt already aching for it. “Yes. You're distracting me."

"Moi?" Agatha mocks.

Val sighs but then she presses the head past her entrance, working in the thick strap, a blooming pleasure crawling up her legs. "I’m- ngh- serious. You never… you never deny it directly. The fallout downtown matches your signature-" Agatha pulls out and the straps ridges feel so good coming out against her horny cunt, "-ah- You really expect me to believe you had nothing to do with that boat?”

Agatha huffs a quiet laugh, pushes in slow and deep, making Val's breath hitch.

“You really want to argue this now?” Agatha’s hips start a slow building rhythm, every stroke sends a little puff of air out of Val. “Most people lose focus about now.”

Val’s nails dig into Agatha’s shoulder, voice rough, panting between words. “You always… act innocent-" she presses in deep, Val's legs inadvertently spread wider, "- ah- god- but the pattern’s there, old hex marks, violet residue… fuck- someone rewiring the wards to fail during the storm… that’s you, Agatha… you don’t even try to hide it-" Her words cut off.

Agatha pulls out during this before coming back, grinding in, making Val's leg twitch with every slow pressing pressure inside, the sound of slick heat between them.

“If I wanted the wards to fail, they’d never know who did it. Maybe you’re just desperate to see me everywhere.” Then Agatha begins a faster rhythm, moving her hips, eyes locked onto Val's wavering focus.

Val groans, almost gasping, but she fights through it, hips rolling up into the strap. “It’s your… fuck, your magic- ah- I’ve… been tracking it for months- oh, you were spotted on the dock… three hours before the mess started- ah-"

Agatha grins, picking up her pace, hand sliding up Val’s side, nails raking her skin. “So what? Maybe I like boats. Maybe I was in the neighborhood. Doesn’t mean I hexed the city’s protection grid.”

Val laughs, breath ragged, meeting every thrust, her body shaking with an intense need to be fucked but no, she needed to make her point. “Bullshit- ah, fuck, Agatha- the city doesn’t just break itself. You want credit- mmm- but not responsibility.”

Agatha leans in, lips at Val’s ear, voice hot and a little breathless now, hips pounding at a much faster pace, determined to break Val's thought process and argument. “You’re obsessed. Maybe you want me to be the villain. You want a story to chase-" she inhales, "-when you’re not under me.”

Val’s lips part in a shaky moan, but her eyes stay locked on Agatha’s. “Maybe I want the truth… just admit it for once- fuck-”