#wanda000

This, thought Vision, must be what humans meant by cosmic justice. Their first night in Westview, Wanda had tried to throw a dinner party, and what a disaster that had been. She’d puppeted their neighbors around, making them play the role of Vision’s boss and the man’s wife. Now, the tables were turned, and it was Wanda being puppeted and controlled. She was on her knees on the living room floor, her face buried between the thighs of Mrs. Heart while Mr. Heart thrust deeply into her ass from behind. The collar around Wanda’s neck, made by the Avengers, Vision was pretty sure, Tony Stark maybe, not only kept her magic turned off, but it also allowed them to play with her mind, the way she’d once played with everyone else’s. While the Hearts shared his wife, Vision glanced around the room, smiling politely at the other guests, all of whom were watching the show and waiting their turn. At least twenty neighbors had shown up, all eager for their chance to get revenge on the Scarlett Witch.