The whip cracked across her ass and Wanda's whole body seized, a cry tearing from her throat before she could stop it. The sting bloomed hot through the tight fabric of her suit, spreading across both cheeks in a line of fire that made her thighs clench together. Behind her, Selina's boots scraped the sticky carpet—repositioning, winding up for another.
"That's one." Selina's voice came low, unhurried. "I'll give you nine more before I stop counting."
Wanda's jaw locked. Her eyes flickered crimson in the dim room, but the dampening field in her wrists swallowed the sparks before they could catch. The metal chair creaked as she strained against the ropes—thick, rough, biting into her skin with every movement.
Harley appeared in front of her, head tilted, blue and red pigtails swinging. "Aw, don't look so mad, Red. We're just havin' fun." Her fingers found the zipper of Wanda's suit and pulled—slow, deliberate, the teeth separating with a sound that cut through the room's stale air.
Cool air hit Wanda's skin as the fabric parted. Her suit fell open, exposing her torso inch by inch. She sucked in a breath. The streetlight filtering through the thick curtains caught the sweat on her collarbone, the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the hard pink points of her nipples standing against the chill.
"There she is." Felicia's voice came from behind the chair, low and purring. Her claws traced down Wanda's bare arm, raising goosebumps in their wake. "Been wanting to see what's under all that spandex since we grabbed you."
Harley tugged the suit off Wanda's shoulders, working the fabric down past her breasts, her waist, her hips. Wanda's breath came faster now—part fury, part the cold, part the way Harley's knuckles brushed her ribs with each pull. The suit bunched at her bound wrists, leaving her naked from the waist up, pale skin glistening in the half-dark.
"Pretty," Harley breathed. Her eyes dropped to Wanda's chest. "Real pretty."
Wanda's face burned. "Don't—"
Harley's mouth closed over her right nipple.
The word died in Wanda's throat. Harley's lips were warm, wet—and then her teeth sank in, sharp and deliberate, a bite that sent a shock straight through Wanda's chest. She arched, a moan escaping before she could strangle it. Harley's tongue swirled over the sting, soft and soothing, then teeth again, harder. Wanda's vision blurred.
"My turn."
Felicia's fingers found the other nipple—pinched, twisted, rolled hard between thumb and forefinger. Wanda's back bowed. The sensation split her, sharp pleasure laced with something darker, a heat that pooled in her belly and spread downward. Her thighs pressed together, trying to contain it, but the slickness was already there, wet against her skin.
Selina's whip cracked across her ass again—lower this time, the tip catching the sensitive skin where thigh met cheek. Wanda gasped, the sound tangled between pain and something else. Her hips jerked forward. The ropes groaned.
"Three," Selina counted. "Seven more."
Harley released her nipple with a wet pop, grinning, a smear of pink lipstick on Wanda's breast. "Tastes good, Red. Real good." Her fingers found Wanda's ribs—light, teasing, dancing over the bone. Wanda flinched. The laughter bubbled up before she could stop it, a sharp, breathless sound she didn't recognize.
"Oh!" Harley's eyes went wide, bright with discovery. "Oh, you're ticklish."
Her fingers dug in, scuttling across Wanda's armpit, her side, the tender curve beneath her ribs. Wanda bucked against the chair, laughter pouring out of her, helpless and involuntary. Her stomach clenched, her abs straining, but Harley's hands followed every shift, relentless, finding every spot that made her writhe.
"Don't—ha—stop—" The words came out broken, caught between laughs. Wanda's eyes were wet. Her face was red. She couldn't breathe.
"Stop?" Harley's fingers slowed, her thumb circling a spot just under Wanda's ribs. "You sure?"
Wanda's chest heaved. The laughter faded, but her body was still trembling, oversensitized, every nerve awake. She could feel everything—the rope chafing her wrists, the cold air on her exposed skin, the wetness between her thighs, the ache from Selina's whip still throbbing in her ass.
Felicia's claws traced up Wanda's thigh, slow, deliberate, dragging the ruined fabric of her suit higher. "Let's see the rest of you, witch."
Wanda's hips shifted, a helpless roll that she couldn't control. Felicia smiled.