Wanda's thighs still trembled from the aftershocks, her cunt clenching on emptiness as Selina's hand pulled free with a wet sound that echoed off the concrete walls. The orgasm hadn't faded—she could still feel the ghost of those fingers curled inside her, pressing that spot until her vision went white—but something else was rising now, colder and sharper, a blade sliding under the heat in her chest. She watched Selina's hand through half-lidded eyes, watched the slick shine on her fingers in the harsh light, and felt the old fury curling into something new.
She flexed her wrists against the ropes. The fibers held, but the air thickened—a low hum that buzzed in her teeth, that made the dust motes hanging in the single bulb's light start to drift in slow spirals. Harley was still crouched beside the chair, her breath warm against Wanda's ribs. Felicia stood at the side, claws resting light on Wanda's shoulder. Selina was straightening, watching her with that same flat, assessing gaze.
All three of them paused.
Wanda tested Selina's grip with a slow roll of her hips, tilting her pelvis up, feeling where the chair had pressed into her lower back. Selina's eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly—a flicker of something like curiosity, like reconsideration. Wanda let her smile spread, slow and devastating, the same way she'd smiled at Ultron before she'd torn out his heart.
"You had your turn," she said. Her voice came out rough from screaming, but steady. Certain. Her eyes bled from frustrated crimson into something colder, something that made the air around her writhe. The ropes around her ankles dissolved into red mist.
Selina's hand moved to her whip. Harley rocked back on her heels, eyes wide and bright. Felicia's claws extended with a soft snick.
"Now I want mine."
The challenge hung in the air between them. For the first time, the three of them looked at each other like they might be prey—a glance traded, calculating, no longer sure who held the leash. The dampening field in Wanda's wrist restraints hummed, strained, crackled—and held. Her magic pressed against it like a trapped animal testing a cage. She couldn't break out, not yet, but the air around her was thick enough to taste, charged and waiting.
Harley was the first to move, because Harley was always first. She turned fully toward Wanda, her head tilted, that too-wide smile curling at the edges. "Oh, I like this," she said, her voice dropping from its usual bright pitch into something huskier. "I really, really like this." She crawled closer, hands on Wanda's knees, fingers walking up her thighs. "Whatcha gonna do, Red? Huh? What's my prize?"
Wanda let the smile stay, but she didn't look at Harley. She kept her eyes locked on Selina's. "Let me show you."
The red mist coiled around her freed ankles, snaked up her calves, her knees—not attacking, not yet. Testing. Feeling the shape of the space. Selina's hand rested on her whip, but she didn't draw it. She was watching Wanda's eyes, reading something there that made her own lips purse in consideration.
"Careful," Selina said, low and measured. "You're still tied to that chair."
"Am I?" Wanda flexed her wrists again. The ropes held, but the metal chair groaned beneath her, the bolts in the floor grating against concrete. The dampening field flickered—once—then steadied. But the flicker was enough. She saw it register in Selina's eyes. She saw the calculation shift.
Felicia moved behind the chair, her claws gliding along Wanda's bound arms, tracing the lines of the ropes. "Such a good trick," she purred. "But you're still stretched open and wet for us, little witch. That doesn't just go away because you got your magic back."
Wanda laughed—low, breathless, nothing like the helpless giggles Harley had wrung from her. "You think I don't know that?" She rolled her hips again, grinding against the edge of the chair, letting them see the slick sheen on her thighs. "I'm aching. I'm dripping. You three worked me over good." She let her head fall back, exposed her throat. "But that was your turn."
The red mist coiled tighter around her shins, her knees, pooling at her hips. The bulb above them flickered.
"My turn starts now."