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Bound and Broken

5 chapters

~13 min read

Bound and broken—Harley Quinn's lipstick-smeared kiss lands on Wanda's nose while Black Cat's claws trace her jaw and Catwoman's whip cracks against her ass. They strip her, bite her nipples, and devour her like candy, tickling her ribs into helpless laughter until she realizes the more she reacts, the more they compete for her—and Wanda starts dominating the game.

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MEET THE CHARACTERS

Wanda Maximoff

A slender, athletic woman with long brown hair and fair skin, her body taut with restrained power even when bound. Her eyes flicker with crimson sparks when she's frustrated, a tell she can't control. There's something devastating about the way she goes from furious to breathless—that split second when her composure cracks and you see the woman beneath the witch.

Harley Quinn

A chaotic whirlwind of pale skin and dyed pigtails, her smile too wide and her eyes too bright for someone this dangerous. She moves in unpredictable bursts—bouncing, leaning, invading space before you can react. Her lipstick is always slightly smeared, like she's been kissing someone or about to, and her laugh is the kind that makes you wonder if she's the most honest person in the room or the craziest.

Felicia Hardy

Sleek and silver-haired, she moves like a cat who's already decided you're hers—all coiled muscle and deliberate grace. Her eyes are pale green, half-lidded, always assessing, always amused. She wears her confidence like a second skin, and her claws are more than decoration; they're a promise she's eager to keep.

Selina Kyle

Commanding and sensual, with dark hair cropped short and sharp cheekbones that could cut glass. She moves like she owns every room she enters—slow, deliberate, aware of exactly how her body reads in the light. Her voice is low, a purr with edges, and when she fixes you with those green eyes, you feel like prey that's about to enjoy being caught.

EXPLORE CHAPTERS

Red in the Vault

The cold metal of the chair against Wanda's bare arms. Ropes biting into her wrists—hexes sparking uselessly at her fingertips before dying. Then warmth: Harley's breath, candy-sweet and chaotic, as she leans in close enough that Wanda can smell her perfume mixed with gunpowder. The kiss lands on her nose—wet, lipstick-smeared, absurd. Wanda's cheeks burn. Behind her, Felicia's claws trace up her jaw, barely touching, leaving trails of goosebumps. Selina watches from the vault door, arms crossed, that low purr of a voice saying nothing yet. Wanda's thighs press together. Traitor body. Already wet. Already theirs.

Chapter 2

Selina's whip cracked across Wanda's ass, the sting blooming through her tight suit. Wanda yelped, ass cheeks jiggling from the impact. The villains closed in, claws and fingers ripping at Wanda's clothes. Fabric tore away, exposing her slender, athletic body—pert tits with hard pink nipples, flat stomach leading to her shaved pussy already slick with unwanted arousal.Harley bit onto one nipple, teeth sinking in with a sharp bite that made Wanda arch and moan. Felicia pinched the other, twisting hard, sending jolts straight to Wanda's clit. Selina whipped her ass again, red welts rising, then dropped low. Her hand cupped Wanda's pussy, fingers massaging the swollen lips roughly before shoving her whole fist inside. Wanda's walls stretched around the intrusion, pussy gushing as Selina pumped deep, knuckles grinding her G-spot. "That's it, witch. Feel who's boss now."They devoured her like starving animals. Harley's tongue slurped at Wanda's neck, biting down while fingers tickled her armpits, laughter mixing with moans. Felicia forced deep kisses, tongue fucking Wanda's mouth until spit trailed down her chin, then pulled back to wink at Selina, jealousy flashing. Selina's fist twisted inside Wanda's cunt, stretching her wide, juices squirting onto the floor.

The Real Boss

Wanda's cunt stretches around Selina's knuckles, the burn of intrusion mixing with a shameful heat that makes her hips roll forward instead of away. She watches Harley and Felicia kiss above her, tasting her own slick on their tongues, and fury warms to something darker—a recognition that her body has never been more alive than when it's being taken. Her orgasm builds from somewhere deep, a pressure that has nothing to do with magic and everything to do with surrender, and she hates how badly she wants to let go.

The Witch Takes Control

Wanda's orgasm hasn't faded—her thighs still tremble, her cunt still clenches around Selina's retreating hand—but something shifts in her eyes, the crimson bleeding from frustration into something colder, more deliberate. She flexes her wrists, and the ropes don't give, but her magic does—a low hum that makes the air thick, makes the other three pause. She tests Selina's grip with a roll of her hips, and when Selina's eyes narrow, Wanda smiles—slow, devastating. 'You had your turn,' she says, and the ropes around her ankles dissolve into red mist. 'Now I want mine.' The challenge hangs in the air, and for the first time, the three of them look at each other like they might be prey.

Wanda's Reckoning

Wanda's magic doesn't break the dampening field—it bypasses it, threading through the metal chair, the floor beneath her, the air between them. She feels Selina's whip hand twitch, Harley's breath catch, Felicia's claws retract a fraction. The chair rises an inch off the ground, and Wanda spreads her thighs wider, a dare in the slick gleam of her skin. She's not free—but she's never been more dangerous, and they can feel it in the way the room hums with her pulse.

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