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A Little Attention	By : DrunkenSailor Category: Marvel Verse Cartoons > Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes Views: 13021 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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The Wasp strained to keep herself hovering. Her tiny wings beat furiously, trying to keep her up, but exhaustion was becoming overpowering.
She was tiny now, only four inches tall, and the collar around her neck, enhanced with Arnim Zola’s technology, ensured she stayed that size. She bit down on the horrible dildo gag that still filled her mouth, trapping her in silence, as she tried to draw strength from somewhere. Her arms tried to fidget, but they were trapped behind her back, drawn into a u-shape and cuffed in place, wrists to elbows, holding her hands but giving her wings full freedom. Other than her bondage she had been left entirely nude, hovering over the arm of Zemo’s throne, beads of sweat glistening on her skin as the leash from her collar kept her from leaving a small outlined circle.
Her legs were slightly bent, the best she could manage after the long hours of bondage. He head was hanging, her muscles soar, her body tired. Her head nodded for a moment, unconsciousness briefly taking her… until her toes made contact with the metal circle at her feet. Instantly electricity shot through the petite girl’s body, her back arching, her eyes going wide as she shot up away from the surface, wings buzzing madly, only stopping as the leash snapped tight, briefly choking her. She stopped, taking frantic breaths before closing her eyes tightly, tears flowing as she fell into sobs.
She couldn’t tell how long she’d been there. It felt like most of the day at least since Zemo has bound her down, explaining that he had to leave on ‘Important Business.’ She had thought it impossible to want the heinous man to return, but now she was certain she’d do anything to just be given a chance to rest.
The sound of heavy footsteps snapped Wasp out of her crying fit as the sudden feeling of being watched washed over her. She turned her head and yelped into her gag as her vision filled with the visage of Arnim Zola, the giant head that filled his chest leering at her.
“Such a pretty little girl you are.” The scientist spoke in his clipped accent. He reached out as he did, his finger stroking her body as she tried to pull away, lifting a breast with his finger-tip. Janet winced in revulsion, turning her head even as she glared back at him.
“Ah yes, that look. I have seen that look before.” The man chuckled in a frightening way as he flicked her breast, making his tiny captive give a groan of pain. “All my life, from pretty little girls like you.”
His hand reached out then, suddenly grabbing her, fingers wrapping around her body, trapping her wings as he hauled her into the air to look at her. Janet couldn’t tell if the leash came free or snapped. He squeezed, and laughed as she tried to cry out, her tiny feet kicking under his grip, her breasts seeming to bulge above his grip. “All my life the pretty girls laughed at me, scorned me. Even as a child, even before this body…”
Janet looked around desperately as the man began walking across the room, her heart quickening as she realized he was bringing her toward his lab, holding her before him like some specimen. “Even you, Miss Van Dyne… you have laughed at me. At my fabulous new body, not understanding the genius contained inside.”
The words were almost enough o make the Wasp laugh now, if it weren’t for her predicament, or the tone behind them. Zola’s voice was passionate, cracking slightly as he spoke, but there was a deep hate in there that terrified her. She twisted in his steely grip, striving to get free, but unable to do anything but put on a show with her struggles.
The doors to Zola’s lab opened and closed behind them as he carried her inside. “But now… now you see where power truly comes from. Not from your looks, or your riches… but from genius! I am going to fuck you, Wasp! Oh yes... but not until I feel you have suffered enough! Not until you BEG me to!”
With a toss of disdain he hurled Janet towards the floor, but before she could hit she felt the horrible torturous energy that let them control her powers wash over her. When she hit, she was her full size, wingless, curling up on the floor before him.
“Get up!”
Wasp shook as the man barked the orders, but managed to curl up tighter, pulling her knees to her chest, her feet together to try and hide herself from him as she glared back.
The deformed scientist only smiled, raising his right hand before him as a fist. A trail of purplish energy emerged, forming between his grip and her collar. He pulled, and Jan grunted as she felt the tug, as if it were a real leash. But Zola did not give her a chance to stand however. He held up his other hand, and a similar tendril of energy formed. Without him moving it lashed out, cracking over her legs like a whip, not marring her skin, causing no damage, but delivering the sting and pain of a true lash. Janet screamed into the gag, eyes wide as the energy whip cracked over her thighs, then her back as she tried to turn, and then across her pert bottom.
“On your feet, girl!” Zola shouted, and as the whip attacked her Jan finally managed to find her feet, turning, and coming to stand at attention before the horrible man, her petite body shorter than his, even at her full size. She trembled on her toes, looking up to him in terror, her arms still trapped behind her.
“Very good girl. I like what I see.” He said, reaching out to lift her breast again, and it was all the Wasp could do to not pull away. Still her eye seethed, glaring up hatefully at him. Zola caught the look, his own projected eyes narrowing.
“I do not like your attitude, slave.” He said, and with no other command the energy whip lashed out again. Janet howled into the gag as it ripped across her nipples, feeling like it should tear them off, yet leaving no damage at all. She had little time to react as the whip snaked around her, tearing across her ass yet again, making her hop forward on her toes. She nearly bounced into Zola, and with a laugh he caught her by the jaw. She shivered, looking up in terror.
“There, that is much better.” He smiled, thumb caressing her cheek as she whimpered. “Now… I am going to remove your gag.” Jan blinked, looking to him in shock, and he smiled. “The first words out of your mouth will be ‘Thank you, Master.’”
Janet gasped, not knowing what to do as the man reached up, unhooking her gag. She took in a sharp breath of air, trying to work her soar and aching jaw, but her pulse was racing as she looked to her tormentor. Briefly his words came to her, but she pushed them away, gritting her teeth.
“You ba…” It was as far as she got before the torture returned. The lash tore across her belly, making her knees buckle, the small of her back, making her arch forward, and then up between her legs. Janet’s eyes were wide as impossible pain ripped through her, the lash ripping across her bar sex, feeling like it was ripping her in half. The Wasp shrieked shrilly, her cries of pain unimpeded as they filled the room, echoing off the walls as she dropped to her knees, taking in gasping breaths.
“You will obviously take more time to come around, brat.” He chastised. She glared up, but stopped in fear as she found his open palm facing her. “Take all the time you need. It will end when you apologize.”
The lash shot out, tearing across her skin again and again, not stopping this time as Janet howled in pain, twisting and writhing on the ground, unable to cover itself, unable to know where it would land. She felt like her skin was being flayed away, but the only outward sign of her torture was her soft skin getting slightly red. Minutes went by, feeling like an eternity of pain as the whip tortured her breasts and her ass, her thighs, her back, even the bottoms of her feet. Another stroke across her pussy ripped a new scream from Janet, and she felt something inside her break. The lash came down twice more before she could get her breath, gasping out the words. “I… I’m sorry…”
Immediately the torture stopped. Janet sobbed, huddled in a ball on her knees, looking up hopefully to the sadistic scientist.
“I’m sorry… what?” he grinned.
The wasp felt a chill run down her spine, her heart sinking. She opened her mouth, large tear-filled eyes looking up, but stammered on the word.
“When you’re ready.” Zola smiled, the whip lashing out again, renewing his captive’s screams.
As the third strike landed, drawing across the small of the Wasp’s back, the viewscreen filling one wall came to life. Janet couldn’t see it at first, but gasped in relief as Zola turned to it, the whip disspating.
“My Lord Zemo!”
“Zola. I see you have found a way to entertain yourself. I assume that means everything is ready to be moved?”
Janet tried to pull herself together as the villains spoke. She could hear sounds with Zemo, a few blasts, broken machinery, the sort of background noise that accompanied the end of a fight. There was another sound to, a woman’s pained breathing. Janet forced herself to look up. She hadn’t thought her heart could sink further. She was wrong.
Zemo stood in the middle of the command deck of SHIELD’s helicarrier. Wreckage lay about him, and in the background she could see the Abomination piling SHIELD soldiers together. The camera panned back, showing Zemo victorious, and as it did he reached down, hauling the woman at his feet to her knees. Her arms were tightly bound behind her, and her uniform was torn, exposing some of her athletic form, including one breast. Zemo tightened his grip in the woman’s short hair, forcing her to face the camera, displaying the enraged and humiliated face of Maria Hill.
“Finish with the Wasp quickly. Everything is to be moved to our new base.” Zemo swept his arm to take in the helicarrier. “And do bring everything.” He smiled, hauling the captive SHIELD director to her feet. Hill grit her teeth, glaring fiercely as Zemo as he caressed her cheek. “We have another guest in need of a little attention.”
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