Blinding pain was the only thing Carol felt. Her entire face felt like it was on fire and she sobbed silently in agony. She wished she could die just so the pain would stop but she sadly didn't seem so lucky. Her entire body was shaking from the mixture of the pain and the sudden shock. Her eye. Her right eye had been stabbed.
"Carol?" Monica said to her in a whimper, mind still flashing with the torments The Phoenix had shown her. Words couldn't begin to describe the vast depths of flaming depravity that had been carved deep into her mind, so terrible that they'd merged into a molten blur that she barely remembered.
Carol could hear shuffling on the cave floor and the moving of dirt and then felt Monica clutching at her body. She didn't have the mental energy to reply, so she just moaned.
Monica's hand was wrecked and she feared she might bleed out and die right here, but she ripped a part of her prison uniform and wrapped her bleeding hand sloppily inside it. With a sickening feeling she realised her fingers were on the floor next to them and she pocketed them, resisting the urge to vomit. Maybe the nurses could somehow reattach them. Her good hand felt for Carol's neck and then her pulse, gratefully realising her friend was still alive. She heard her moan vaguely and felt her heart drop as she looked at the damage Jean had done to her eye. She didn't dare look longer and averted her gaze. "Help!" She yelled out desperately, feeling that Carol didn't have long with her eye socket exposed and bleeding in the cold air. Her voice cracked and she tried again, repeatedly asking for help in the dark air of the cave they were trapped in. She wrapped her good arm around Carol protectively and felt desperation rise.
It took a long time before she was greeted with the sound of footsteps in the distance. Part of her worried Jean and her gang were coming back for a second round and she braced herself to protect Carol's body incase that happened. Three guards rounded the corner and she breathed out in relief. "We need help, we've been attacked." She yelped.
"What the fuck happened here?" Said one of the guards, immediately moving to Carol to check on her vitals. "Jesus."
Monica wanted to snitch on Jean and her gang, but somehow knew that would only make it worse. "We got attacked. Didn't see who. Please help her."
One of the guards knelt down next to her and grabbed her injured hand roughly by the wrist. "Who did this?" She asked, making eye contact with Monica who winced in pain.
"I don't know!" She cried.
The guard huffed and let go of her. "I think your friend's the one with the injured eye, not you. But okay."
She motioned for the guards to get backup and not much later both Monica and Carol were rushed to the prison hospital.
The Phoenix had relinquished its sharp grip on Jean for the time being and left her to deal with the fallout of what happened in the mines. Just like so many times prior, the burning sadistic rage of the Phoenix abandoned Jean in the wake of its disasters. As always, Jean was at first sickened by her other's actions, but she resolved to move on and do what she could to forget it ever happened for as long as possible. The consequences would find her soon enough, but for now she had peace. Nothing had happened in the mines. She'd returned to her cell and was peacefully sprawled across her bed boredly reading a book when the cell door abruptly began to open and from the corner of her eye she could see someone entering.
"Hi" Jean passively greeted without bothering to look up from her page at who it could be. She already knew who it was just by quickly glancing over their current thoughts.
"Where have you been?" Wanda asked, a little ticked off. "I was looking for you earlier." Jean noticed Wanda seemed stressed and worried. Her thoughts confirmed her suspicions as the witch's anxieties about Jean being up to no good swirled around and around.
"I had a few Sisterhood matters to deal with. Nothing worth worrying about'' Jean grew a little tense. Blips of the shiv in her hand slowly carving through gore and flesh flashed in her mind. Doing her best to push it out of her conscience, she finished the last sentence of her page and softly set the book aside to give Wanda her full attention. Brushing aside a strand of her bright red hair off her face and furrowed her brow at Wanda's lack of action. "What's the rule we established about you being in my cell?"
Wanda's brow furrowed as she sat down next to Jean on the bed. She looked concerned. "What are you talking about? There is no rule." She wondered if her girlfriend might be losing it. "I'm worried about you. Please tell me where you were today."
"Oh right we haven't discussed your new living conditions yet. Take off your jumpsuit. I want you naked whenever you're in my cell" Jean sounded just a little annoyed that Wanda didn't somehow know about this previously unspoken rule. Maybe her irritation was that the little witch wanted details and it was a topic she knew would upset her. It wasn't worth accessing the source in her opinion. "I appreciate your concern but really I'm fine"
Wanda scoffed. "W-What are you talking about?"
"It's the new rule of you getting to come in here" Jean shrugged. "Getting" being flimsy at best considering the prison forced them into being cellmates.
Wanda checked Jean's face to see if she was joking. "I'm not an object, you know." She whispered.
Jean softly smiled and tried to sound sweet "Oh I know that. Of course I know that. I love you. It's just that this would make me very happy"
Wanda's shoulders slumped. "Why won't you just tell me what happened?"
"I told you already. I met with members of the Sisterhood and we discussed a few matters. Why the fuck do you care so much?" the sweetness in Jean's tone slipped before she breathed and resumed where she left off. "Look, I've had a really long day. Can you just take off your clothes?" Wanda probed for answers on a topic that Jean wanted to be distracted from.
Wanda's jaw clenched. "Well, I'm not really in the mood. You're making me feel uncomfortable."
Jean's expression darkened and her eyes flickered alight. The Phoenix emerged for a moment and spoke: "What do you mean you're not in the mood?! You belong to me! I tell you what to say, when to shut up, and when I want you to fuck me and you do exactly as I command. I require very specific things from you and if you can't provide them well you're basically useless. What we have going here is a deal. I protect you from all your friends in Hydra and whoever else is on the long list of people you've pissed off while on your many emotional fits, all of whom I'm sure would be more than happy to harm you in ways you can't even imagine by the way, and in return all I ask of you is to do what I want. Without me you'd be between Agatha's legs under threat of death. I protect you so you'll strip when fucking I tell you to! Got that?" before falling back into slumber and letting Jean handle the rest.
Wanda's eyes filled with tears and she swallowed heavily. In any other world, she would refuse and go against her girlfriend, but she was right. She needed Jean to protect her. "Okay." She simply said, sniffing and wiping her eyes hastily before unzipping her jumpsuit once again.
The Phoenix exhaled slowly and nodded in satisfaction at Wanda's compliance. "Thank you" she smiled.
Wanda looked at Jean expectantly, not sure what the other wanted her to do.
Jean shuffled down the bed and reached down under it. She grabbed a box, the inside clattering together as she moved it up on the bed.
Wanda knew the box very well. It contained a variety of sex toys and other paraphernalia they had used in their previous sexual escapades. Just the sight of it already turned her on and she felt desire pool in her lower abdomen, regardless of the circumstances. Part of her loved being dominated by Jean, even though she knew that she was being treated badly. Especially when Jean's dark side took over. Wanda didn't completely understand it, but she knew Jean didn't do it on purpose. However, the two sides of her girlfriend were so intertwined together, that it was hard for her to tell which was which. It was really confusing and right out hurtful at times.
Jean noticed Wanda's eyes following her movements closely and smirked. She knew Wanda's mental conflict well, but if she had to deal with it so too did the witch. As if justifying things to herself she said, "You really are lucky that it's me, and not her"
Wanda nodded obediently and her hand moved towards the box, trying to show initiative to go all the way.
Jean stopped her hand by grabbing her wrist.
"I decide. Not you."
Gulping, Wanda put her hand back in her lap. "Okay."
Jean let out a sigh. "Honestly I don't feel like doing much today. I'm tired. Today, I'd like to just watch. And you do what I say."
Her hand dove into the box and she pulled out a small device Wanda knew all too well. It was probably her favorite. It was a soft rose gold and had a white tip.
Jean handed it to Wanda and then shuffled back down towards her comfortable sitting place with her pillow against the wall. "Go on." She motioned Wanda.
Wanda sat on the other side of the bed, her back also leaning against the back of it, and got comfortable.
Her long sleek fingers carefully pressed the device between her legs and she turned it on. She was used to turning it up to the fastest setting, because that simply felt the best. But when she proceeded to do so, Jean audibly stopped her. "No, that's too fast. Slow."
Wanda groaned but complied. She set the device to the lowest setting and pushed it up against her skin. The vibrations were barely there, but still teased her a little bit. She watched Jean with big eyes, who seemed satisfied. "Play with yourself." She ordered.
Wanda's hand flew towards her own breast as she squeezed it, fingering the nipple carefully. She let out a quiet breath at the feeling.
Jean's sight remained fixed on Wanda as she exhaled softly and started to slowly undo her own jumpsuit. The uniform glided open and the mutant slid her hand down along her abdomen in anticipation. Unable to wait as she originally planned, her fingers seemed to drift downwards beneath the cover of orange fabric and softly pressed between her legs.
Wanda noticed her girlfriend's movement and smirked softly. It felt good to be able to turn her on, even though she wasn't really allowed to touch Jean. She had some issues with being vulnerable, which Wanda respected.
"Turn it up a bit." Jean said, her breath a little more ragged.
Wanda complied and immediately felt the sensation become stronger, turning her on more and also feeling good in general.
Jean's pace quickened alongside her, rubbing in sporadic circular motions.
Wanda studied Jean carefully, trying to figure her out. While the waves of slight pleasure went through her, she was also still thinking about what Jean had been up to. She hated being left out of her plans, because it usually was nothing good. And she felt responsible for trying to prevent her from hurting people, but that was hard to do when she was of a lesser station with The Sisterhood.
Jean looked at her face and raised her eyebrow. "You're distracted. That's not what I want to see."
Wanda looked up, caught, not sure what was gonna happen next.
"Turn it up all the way." Jean commanded. She watched Wanda's face carefully.
Wanda couldn't stop the moans escaping from her mouth as the vibrator rocked her world. All other thoughts were expelled from her mind. She closed her eyes in pleasure, no longer focused on Jean or even anything but the feeling between her legs. It didn't take long for her legs to start shaking and she felt herself getting extremely close to a climax.
Suddenly, the vibrator was snatched from between her legs. The loss of pleasurable sensation made her audibly groan. Her eyes shot open and she watched Jean waving the vibrator in her hand, an evil smirk playing on her face.
"What are-" Wanda didn't even have enough time to properly react before Jean, now completely undressed, had cast the toy aside and pushed the witch down against the mattress.
The mentally unstable redhead she called her girlfriend slid forward across the sheets and sat herself down atop Wanda's stomach, slowly rolling forth until her face hovered above the witch's. Wanda, unable to turn away from the brewing embers in Jean's previously hazelnut eyes, felt her wrists being grabbed and then pinned down above her.
"Do you remember when you first arrived here? How you begged *her* for penance?" Jean asked with bated breath.
"Jean, please stop" Wanda whimpered softly, very uncomfortable but trying to not offend Jean as her mind raced with memory and fantasy. Flashes of red chaos rushed across her mind in sanguine destruction as the temple of Mount Wundagore crashed down atop her. She felt a deep hollowness, like that which she felt when the Darkhold still held her bound, and the guilt of the many she'd killed in her pursuit for her own desires. The witch slowly sunk into the grief, barely noticing the sensations of Jean grinding her wet womanhood against her body.
The sound of her girlfriend's moans pulled her from the recesses of thought and she tried to wrench her mind from the void she teetered over…but she couldn't. It wasn't just the inability to focus her mind elsewhere, it felt as if something held her mind in place and played through them. It quickly became apparent what was happening.
"Jean, stop!" Wanda yelled much less worried about hurting her feelings now. She felt trapped, both physically and mentally. Reliving her memories hurt her to the bone.
In a voice unlike her own The Phoenix responded between menacing moans of her own self pleasure: "Do I not bring you what you once pleaded for? Is torment not what you deserve?"
Rolling her hips with each pass of her lips, slipping across the wetness still pooled across Wanda's crotch, The Phoenix probed deeper into memories and sensations.
Wanda's mind flickered forth from the ruins to what she remembered next, the sudden release of the wreckage that crushed into her chest and falling through a portal. Stephen Strange had rescued her from her tomb only to deliver her to the custody of The Raft, his parting words to her being: "In the grand calculus of the multiverse, Wanda, this is for your own good and that of the infinity you could destroy"
Wanda remembered the numb feeling within as she faced every degradation imaginable for her intake. How at first a guard sealed the heavy collar that still lay wrapped around her neck then she was ordered to undress before all that stood in the room as they watched. Piece by piece her armour came undone until the final article of clothing fell to the ground and, the formerly mighty, Scarlet Witch stood naked and cold before them. From there two or three of them (she didn't have time to properly count) held her down against the table as a gloved hand ran across every part of her body, ripping through her knotted mass of auburn hair, down along her arms, and then the surge of pain as fingers were pushed deep up her butt and she was searched. Just as she remembered the feeling, she felt Jean play with her behind in real time and gasped.
When all was finally done, Wanda had asked her captors what her exact sentence was, only to be met with a sardonic reply. Even now, Wanda still agreed she rightfully had no chance of release.
The Phoenix had now arched her back and stretched her legs along Wanda's side to place herself in the position where she could suck on the witch's left breast, areola caught precariously between her teeth as she flicked her tongue up against it. The Phoenix reached into the next memory now. It was one she always enjoyed. The memory of how they first met.
"I didn't think they were terrified enough of anybody to lock them up with me" Jean had said, reclining atop her bed as the cell door sealed behind Wanda, freshly brought in from her arrival.
Wanda had glanced Jean over half-trying to understand why this other woman was such a threat. A look of confusion painted on her face, she asked: "Why would they be afraid of you?"
"You didn't hear about what happened at Alcatraz?" Jean asked with pure bewilderment that someone wouldn't know about her other-half's rampage.
Wanda only looked at her with more confusion.
"Suffice to say, I came under a bad influence, that of a man called Magneto...and a lot of people died."
Wanda remembered how it reminded her of herself, of her multiversal massacre. A deep feeling of regret entwined itself around her insides at the mere thought of how out of control her own actions had become. "How long have you been here?" She'd wanted to shift topics after that but Jean had pushed it with:
"You're deflecting from the interesting question. What did you do that makes them so scared of you that they threw you into the proverbial lion's den?"
Wanda bit her lip as she tried to think of a way to respond. Ultimately all she could say was: "I made mistakes and a lot of people died"
"We have that in common at least." Jean said. "Don't suppose you also have an evil alternate vesion of yourself bent on destroying the world, do you?" She followed, sarcastically.
"I don't…but I was tempted by a spell book made by a god"
"Possessed by a malevolent force with ambitions beyond your ken...huh...It seems we have quite a bit in common. It's probably why we're sharing a cell"
Wanda awkwardly nodded. She didn't want to engage with anyone currently but she wasn't offered much chance to leave the conversation.
"…so ever been in prison before?" Jean asked another question. Looking back at that moment, Wanda was unclear why Jean had asked so many questions. She could have just telepathically accessed all she needed to know. Maybe she had.
"Yes but it was very different then…" Wanda had started
"…and you didn't have a cellmate" Jean finished. "Well, prison can be a violent, predatory place. Lots of women, most of us with violent experiences, all of us under stress and unable to get away from each other...I'm sure you can guess where it leads. I'm offering to protect you, Wanda"
"I don't think I need any protection." Wanda said plainly
"I think you do" Jean said firmly. "Remember, you don't have your powers in here."
"I appreciate your help, but I don't think I need or deserve any bit of comfort here. I've done a lot of terrible things. Every second of punishment that awaits me is something I've earned"
Jean's demeanour changed. Her shoulders went back, her movements became sharper and more deliberate, and her voice went down an octave. It was the first time Wanda had seen the Phoenix. "If it is torment you seek, I am the one to help with that. Most mommies offer protection. They guard their bitches as an asset, as property, and use that to buy their servitude. I intend to make you my property, Wanda. But if protection won't buy your loyalty, I'm happy to hurt you instead. In fact, I think I'm quite adept at it."
Wanda, broken by her experiences just hours prior, had accepted the deal.
The Phoenix pulled her lips from their lock around Wanda's nipple and smiled a devilish grin up at her little pet as she threw her hand back and began running her fingers along the witch's womanhood herself. Her long fingers sloshed and slicked between Wanda's lips with just a little too much force. Every pulse met at tips of The Phoenix's fingers coincided perfectly with Wanda's moans, and she already knew just the exact right spots to apply her sensual emphasis on.
Despite all that the fiery alter-ego did, she found the most pleasure in that which happened within. Every little feeling of sorrow, humiliation, ecstasy, and euphoria that occurred within Wanda's psyche made her orgasm several times over. She didn't care what was happening to her bitch in revisiting the pain. Punishment is what she'd asked for. The twisted ecstasy of their breaths emanated from their cell for their neighbours and guards to hear, not that the Mutant Queen cared.
Wanda's heart beat faster and faster, breaths growing more and more ragged with every thrust. Her mind spun, flying ever closer to the perfect crescendo, then just at that last moment, teetering over the edge of deep chaotic euphoria, The Phoenix withdrew her hand from between Wanda's thighs and released the grip of her other arm.
"You don't get to come today. I forbid it." The Phoenix replied blankly.
Frustrated, Wanda moved her hand down between her legs, defying Jean's wish because she needed to finish.
The Phoenix shot forward and grabbed Wanda's wrists, pinning them against the bed behind them as she did before.
"You will listen to me" the celestial being within the body of her girlfriend said grimly.
Wanda shuffled her hips, looking for any type of friction to get herself off, but found nothing. She whined. "Please…"
Jean's face made an expression of mock pity. "Consider this your punishment for not doing as told sooner" she shrugged. "Maybe next time do what I say and I'll let you get off"
Wanda shot her girlfriend a defiant look. "You can't stop me forever." Her obedience was completely out of the window now that she was so close to an orgasm, everything in her body screaming for her to finish.
"Can't I?" The Phoenix smirked as her one hand let go and she clasped a pair of handcuffs, taken from the box, around Wanda's wrists. She tied her to the bed, where it was impossible for Wanda to reach down.
Wanda's eyes opened with shock. "No, please." She struggled against the restraints, but it was no use. "I'll be good. I promise."
"See, I just don't trust you. You'll have plenty of chances to do better but tonight you shall stay here. Consider it a mercy of me having enjoyed our session that I don't do far worse to you for talking back" The Phoenix simply said as she put her jumpsuit back on. She checked the clock, which announced that it was almost dinnertime. "Jean is going to get dinner. You'll think about what you did and I'll see you tonight. Maybe we'll bring you back something to eat"
Before Wanda could say anything else, Jean was off and the cell door slammed shut behind her, leaving Wanda alone, wetness pooling between her legs, staining Jean's blanket and her wrists struggling against the handcuffs. The painful memories were freshly carved into her brain and she suppressed a sob.