Defeating Her Doom (Patreon)

Femdom, F/M, foot/tickle fetish, nsfw

Scarlet Witch and Dr. Doom

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Ghostly winds howled across the Latverian hillside. A storm brewing atop the land sent blinding flashes through the air and tremors echoing against the barren land. Naked trees shifted and collapsed. What remained of the devastated Vezhskaya Forest cracked into its own dusty mounds. Latverian citizens were ordered by patrolling Doombots to remain in their homes as the shrill, horrific cries of sirens roared against the coming tempest. Latverians scurried like rats into their burrows, catching only glimpses of the beast looming above. Through their panic, several managed to see fleets of assault bots, the nation’s first line of defense, seeming to fly into the glowing red eye of the storm.

Leering over the capital city of Doomstadt, a towering fortress stood as an immortal symbol of dominant supremacy. Castle Doom stood unfazed by the gale forces that ensnared it. The roar of the wind resonated through the dreary halls as a low growl. Torches flickered. Doors seemed to rattle on their hinges. The storm’s effects traversed further and further through the castle, worsening by the second.

Before long, the same peculiar effects began appearing downward, deep within the castle’s catacombs. There, a monstrous laboratory remained hidden behind thick, titanium walls and doors. The chamber was perpetually alive with whirring machinery. Surging, elemental currents alongside mysteric energies powered devices of great and terrible power. More Doombots worked tirelessly on expanding the collection of futuristic advancement, obeying the functions of their intellectual design.

Their commander, and the supreme ruler of all Latveria, stood observing a wall of monitors. Dr. Victor von Doom watched the live feed from the Doombots surveying the storm. A heavy sigh escaped from his mask.

“Curious,” he mumbled. The tail end of his cape wafted against his boots. One by one, the feeds on the combatting bots cut out in acute flashes of crimson light. Victor watched on stoically as his entire frontline force was quickly dismantled. His cape blew up more. From behind the walls of his laboratory, more destruction could be heard. Louder and louder it came as the force drew closer from within his home. Muffled explosions came second after second. Victor listened, expressionless behind his mask, as the crunching echoes of destruction stopped just behind the laboratory door. Doombots ceased their protocols to assume offensive measures. Victor watched the door and waited in silence.

After several long seconds of stillness, two massive slabs of titanium came soaring into the room. An explosion blew the door off of its mechanism. One cut through two Doombots while the other flew directly at Victor. He raised one hand and stopped the slab in mid-air. A magnetic aura emanating from his suit held the chunk of twisted metal hovering just outside of his palm. He pushed it away to one side, tossing it like a plastic disk.

Beyond the open doorway, a red mist filled the hall. It acted as a veil, the storm remaining in place and standing before Victor in his own home. Several Doombots flew into the mist, ready to defend their maker. As soon as the mist shrouded them, one by one, gruesome crunches and tangled heaps of machinery returned. Doombots became unrecognizable balls of steel and wires. Victor watched in silence, waiting for the visitor to challenge him directly.

“You have a lovely home, Victor,” a heavily accented voice spoke from beyond the red, misty curtain. Her heels clicked against the ground. From the dust, a figure began to emerge. A horned tiara stood atop her head. Striking red hair flowed down toward a matching, blood-shaded corset. A cape flowed behind her like a bound phantom. Victor watched unresponsive to the fear tactics of who he knew to be the Scarlet Witch. “I remember when I had that.”

“Maximoff,” Victor said. “Glad to see you haven’t lost your sense of showmanship.” Wanda Maximoff’s eyes gave a gentle red glow. Her smile was slight and crooked. Her face was luminous equally in beauty as it was in terror. Doombots stood off to the sides of the room, parting the way for Wanda’s path toward the Latverian dictator.

“And you’re still as subtle as always,” Wanda said. She glanced around the room, drinking in the fruits of Doom’s hubris and ingenuity.

“Is that mockery I hear?” Victor asked gently. Wanda’s dainty, candy red lips curled up into a dimpled grin. She turned from him and gazed over his menagerie of machinery, advancements in both the mystic and technological arts beyond anything with which she had become familiar.

“I’ve always been an admirer of your work, Victor,” Wanda said, pacing around the room. “Men like Strucker think they can bridge the boundaries of science and magic and all ultimately fail. Starks and Trasks will attempt to command martial order over the world and leave behind a legacy of failure. But not you. The people of Latveria are safe beneath your rule.” Victor scoffed.

“While you couldn’t manage to rule a single American hick town,” Victor said. Wanda stopped. Her smile faded. She swallowed and grinded her jaw behind her lips. “Don’t think I’m not aware of your most recent exploits, my witch.”

“Then maybe you’ll know why I’m here, if you know so much,” Wanda said. She came closer to Doom, who stood stoically in place.

“Companionship, I would imagine,” Victor said. “One of the few things of which I can offer very little.” Wanda chuckled.

“I do like, how you’d say, hard men,” Wanda said, tapping on Victor’s iron mask. Victor quickly snatched her wrist in his gloved hand. Wanda gasped slightly, her chest starting to pound.

“I’ve allowed you Latverian citizenship, Maximoff,” Victor said. “You and your family, for what it’s worth. Do not think you have nowhere to go. But as your ruler, I will not tolerate your pervasive antics.” A red glow began to surround Wanda’s hand. She opened her fist. Victor’s hand, still holding onto her wrist, started to do the same. Wanda smirked and pulled away, dropping control over his grip.

“If only that is what I was here for,” Wanda said, “but sadly, it isn’t. I need your help, Victor. I am to believe that you are one of the few people on this Earth that can get me what I need.” Victor tilted his head. His gauntlets gave a low hum of an energy charge. Wanda stood, her head held high and her eyes locked on him.

“I believe you’ve mistaken me for one of your Avengers?” Victor said. “Ask them. I’m through helping you heroes.”

“You’re the only one I can trust, Victor,” Wanda said. “You’re the only one that doesn’t look at me like a monster, like I’m some time bomb.” Wanda paused. She sighed and looked down, shaking her head. “They abandoned me. They exiled me. Stay in contact just to make sure I haven’t caused yet another disaster. And then, not even that brought them back.”  Victor looked back, studying the red shimmering in Wanda’s eyes. They were wide and all-feeling. Her fists clenched. Her jaw shifted. Victor huffed. He turned away at Wanda’s anguish before looking back.

“And what is it, I wonder, that you want so badly that you’d infiltrate my sanctum?” Victor asked. Wanda’s eyes shifted between his. She breathed calmly as she stared up into the iron mask glaring down at her.

“My boys,” Wanda said. “I want the life I had, the life I deserve. I want my boys. My sons. Billy and Tommy.” A break in her voice caught Victor off guard. He paused and contemplated Wanda’s wish.

“If I’m not mistaken, your sons were a fabrication.”

“They’re real,” Wanda snapped back. Her eyes glowed brighter, her teeth gnashed. “I know they are. I hear them in my dreams. They’re real and I want them back.”

“And how do you expect anyone to return something to you that never existed?” Victor asked. “I suggest cloning. Genetic modification. Talk to Richards and spare me from this matter.” Victor turned swiftly and started toward the wall of monitors.

“They wouldn’t be my boys,” Wanda argued. “Not the ones calling out to me. They’re out there somewhere and I will have them back.”

“I care not for the petty matters of your delusions, my witch,” Victor said, his back turned toward her. As he came closer to the monitors, the two Doombots by his sides each let out a piercing screech. They froze in place. The inner casing of their circuitry started glowing red. Painful shrieks escaped through their masks. One’s elbow bent backwards, followed by the other. Their knees snapped upright with hard, metallic fractures. Both floated in the air as their backs were snapped backward, broken and folded at the transverse midline. They continued to scream robotic cries of agony while being twisted and forcibly contorted into balls of scrap. Once their screaming stopped, Wanda dropped both at Victor’s feet.

“I am not here to ask,” Wanda said, her head cocked to the left. Victor turned his head and watched her approach. “Stephen Strange is of no help to me and my own magic cannot achieve what I need, but you can.”

“You think showboating your gifts is going to persuade me?” Victor asked.

“I know you have discovered the means of interuniversal travel, Victor,” Wanda said. “I’m here for it. I’m here for the Library.” Her eyes bore into his through his mask. He stared back and huffed out a hard puff of air. His hand balled into a fist. A surge of sparking green energy pulsed through it.

“You are still such a child,” Victor said, his cape fluttering gently behind him. “You know nothing of the Library of Worlds, nor what I had to go through to obtain it.”

“You exploited them,” Wanda said without remorse. She paced around him slowly. “The Beyonders. The Molecule Men. So many were manipulated by your hands. You’ve been worshiped, Rabum Alal. Yes, I know all about it. I’ve seen it. The Darkhold showed me what you’ve done.”

“And yet, you still choose to threaten me?”

“You don’t frighten me, Victor,” Wanda said. “I’ve lived through pain unlike anything you could ever do to me. Everything I’ve ever loved has been ripped from my hands.”

“Do you expect sympathy from me?” Victor asked. “I too know loss, but I don’t let grief control me like it does you.” Wanda scoffed.

“I know the man you are very well, Victor,” Wanda said. “I can see your fears, your nightmares. I can see what the Library has shown you.” She came up behind Victor, hovering in the air. Wanda leaned into the man and brought her mouth up by his ear. “The truth is I do frighten you. You’ve heard the screaming. The millions gone. You’ve seen what I can do with a simple whisper.” Victor spun with his fist raised, swinging it at the witch. Sparks flew from his gauntlet. It passed through Wanda like a cloud who vanished just the same. Her voice started again standing behind the man. “Judge me all you want to, but you will give me the Great Key to the Library of Worlds. I know you have it. Like I said, I didn’t come to ask.”

“And like I said, I’m through helping heroes,” Victor said with a snarl. “Leave now before I revoke my courtesies and make you like I would any of the others.”

Wanda’s eyes fell vacant. She stared down at the floor by Victor’s boots for a moment. A slight scowl began to form across her lips. Her long, auburn hair began to lift. Her hands fanned out. Her heeled boot lifted off of the ground. Her head fell to one side. Her eyes raised to stare deeply into Victors, filled with a deep void of care. Her lips turned up in a slight smile. Victor took a single step back. A red haze began to fill his vision.

“Funny,” Wanda’s voice echoed in her mind. “I was hoping that I would have to persuade you.”

The room around Victor began to shift and morph before his eyes. His laboratory melted into abstract shapes and formless colors. His chamber swirled around him. The machinery wafted away like pollen in a breeze. The Doombots faded into the sea of darkening clouds surrounding him. The floor vanished beneath him, but he was neither standing nor flying. As Victor looked down to observe, he saw himself. His body had become exposed. His suit had vanished with everything else, leaving him bare without a single thread of fabric or steel to conceal him. Victor looked around in a daze. His head pounded as his eyes fought against the world around him spinning into nothing but dust.

“Wh-what is this?” Victor asked. “What is this?!” His voice was powerful as it boomed and carried all around him. He yelled into the void, but the echoes of his worlds left him just as quickly as everything else.

“Oh, Victor,” Wanda’s voice came to him. “I would have expected you, of all people, to recognize the Chaos Realm.” Victor’s head spun in all directions looking for the witch. His fists clenched. His lips and teeth drew into a snarl.

“You dare make a mockery of me?!” Victor roared.

As he continued to look around for Wanda, she appeared before him in an instant. She floated just outside of his reach, her hands bent upward by her sides as her magic carried her around. She had abandoned her corset, skirt, and boots for simpler, more comfortable attire. A red robe flowed around her body, perfectly contoured to her figure as if poured around her like velvet cream. It rode up her legs and exposed a deep, plunging cleavage, showing off Wanda’s sizable chest. Down her calves were red stockings. Her tiara was of a more modest size, her hair flowing behind her with the gentle wafting of her robe. Victor growled and reached out with one hand. He made a grasping gesture, yet nothing came of it. He looked down to his uncloaked arm, his eyes widening.

“You can do nothing here, Victor,” Wanda said with a smirk. “Here, you have no magic. You have no toys. You have no one to come for you. Here, you are just a man.”

“You lie,” Victor gnashed. “I am supreme. I am all powerful. I am D-” Wanda waved one hand up. Before Victor appeared an image, a mirrored reflection of himself. Victor stared back. His expression weakened. He saw himself in his current state. Naked. Alone. Just a man. No cloak. No mask. No cosmic enhancements. His body trembled in front of him. He reached up to touch his face. It was exactly as he remembered it looking before the incident. He had no scars or deformation. Victor stared upon himself as a man. A man before Doom.

“You are nothing here, Victor,” Wanda said, letting Victor soak in the image of his former, pathetic self. Wanda hovered around him. She came closer and waved her fingers by the side of his head. A small cloud of magic rushed into the man as Wanda’s eyes glowed brighter. “You are just a man and all men have weaknesses. Let’s see, what’s…” Wanda cracked a small smile and chuckled. “Oh… oh that’s cute…”

“D-do what you want, witch,” Victor said, struggling to get out the words. “I-I’ll never… help you…”

“Oh, you will,” Wanda said, pulling away. With another wave of her hand, she pushed Victor’s body back, slamming against a cold, hard wall. Victor grunted and growled. His muscles trembled as he fought back against Wanda’s magic stretching out his arms and legs against the kython slab. “It’s just a matter of time. Good thing that the Chaos Realm is a timeless dimension.” The large chunk of rock slowly formed itself around Victor at his wrists and ankles. The man pulled and pulled, but could do nothing to stop the stone binding of his limbs.

Victor huffed. He started to breathe heavier when a particular scent began filling his nose. It was familiar, a product of a distant memory before the incident. He stared back at the witch looking down at him. A drop of sweat raced down the side of his face. He breathed in more, hypnotized by the alluring rush. Then again. And again. Victor sucked in breath after breath through his nose, becoming ensnared by the pleasurable odor. Wanda smirked.

“That’s right, you like that, don’t you, Victor?” Wanda asked. Victor forced himself to stop, scowling up at her.

“I don’t know what you’re doing… but you…” he started to threaten, gritting his teeth. He stopped to suck in another hard whiff. The scent grew stronger still. Wanda waved her hand. A short burst of red fumes left her stockings floating away into dust. She smiled and pointed one bare foot at the man, bringing it closer to his face.

“Look at you, still trying to fight it,” Wanda teased. She brought her foot closer, just outside of Victor’s face. He turned from, but the warmth from her sole caressing his cheek brought with it more of the hypnotizing scent.

“Wh… wha…”

“You know what that scent is, don’t you, Victor,” Wanda asked. “I went into your mind. I saw what you like. I know how I can get you to do anything I want."

She pressed her warm toes against the side of his face. His expression tightened. His lips pulled back in a sneer, ready to bite with his words, but a strange compulsion of withdrawal came over him. He breathed in the odor directly from the source by his head.

"Familiar?" Wanda asked. “Should be so obvious by now. It’s my feet. Specifically mine. And while you’re here in the Chaos Realm, you’ll smell nothing but them.”

“Y-you… witch…” Victor sneered. He struggled against the urge to keep sucking down the intoxicating stink of Wanda’s foot, but the scent surrounded and claimed the man.

“I know,” Wanda said. “You like the smell of my feet, don’t you Victor?” Wanda brought both of her bare feet around to the front of his face. She stretched her soles out in front of him. Their heat bathed his face. Their odor grew stronger with every gulping whiff. The creamy smoothness of her soles appeared before him as a treat to the senses. Victor, a man of great will and power, could only hold out for so long. He pushed his head out and sucked in another breath, aching for their flavor.

“S… stop this…” Victor said through clenched teeth.

“Hmm, no, I don’t think I will,” Wanda said. “I’ve come to have great respect and admiration for you, Victor, but I’ll admit it’s quite entertaining how adorably pathetic the great and terrible Dr. Doom has become to the power of my feet. Perhaps I’ll keep you as my little foot pet and let the whole world watch you grovel over them.”

“You will…. not make a fool… out of me,” Victor growled. Wanda let out a little giggle. She looked down to see Victor’s naked cock. It pulsed and raised into a thick, girthy trunk. She watched it twitch and continue to grow ever so slightly at the sight and scent of her feet.

“Plus…” Wanda started, ignoring the evil doctor, “I don’t think you even really want me to stop.”

Wanda pressed the toes of one foot against his lips. Victor winced. He scowled for a moment before his expression began to ease and succumb to his own desires. Wanda’s cherry smile curled into a petite grin. She let the pearly, bubbly pads of her toes brush against his lips, leaving behind the trace flavor of their warmth. Victor’s naked body trembled. He sucked in deeper and deeper breaths through his nose, his lungs filling with the scent of Wanda’s feet.

“Now, now, Victor,” Wanda continued to taunt. “There’s no point resisting. I can do anything I want to you here. Endless torture, countless lifetimes worth of suffering, I could do it all to you and more, but look how nice I’m being.” Wanda let her toes drape down Victor’s chin, rubbing against his neck. They stayed in perfect contact with his body as they fell down to his chest. Her other foot rested closely to his face. She pressed her warm, damp sole against his cheek, massaging the feeling of her bare sole deep within his conscious mind.

“Wh… what… what do you want?” Victor grunted through clenched teeth.

“I told you,” Wanda said. “Give me the Great Key. Take me to the Library of Worlds. You’re going to help me get back to my boys.”

“Do you have even the slightest idea as to how much power I’d be giving you?” Victor tried to argue. Wanda giggled into a hearty chuckle.

“Aww, Victor, as if you had any power here to give me,” Wanda said. “If you were to see what I’m seeing now, that would be all too clear.” Her toes slowly traced down his stomach to his hips.

“I… I’ll never help you…” Victor said, his voice shaking as his limbs trembled in their binds.

“Hmm, so excited to play, aren’t you?” Wanda asked.

Wanda’s soft, candy red painted toes slowly glided farther downward. They found the base of Victor’s cock. Gently they stroked up to the tip and back down again. Wanda’s toes moved deliberately, yet delicately up and down Victor’s shaft. Victor twitched and pulled at his binds. He swung his head side to side, clenching his muscles to block out the sensations flooding his body. Still, a soft moan escaped his lips. His eyes relaxed and closed though his jaw tightened. He sucked in another deep breath, catching more of Wanda’s foot scent permeating the air.

“You’re loving the smell and feel of my feet, just like anyone would,” Wanda taunted. She continued to lightly stroke his cock up and down. She hummed a gentle moan at its warmth beneath her toes. “How about more?”

Wanda waved her hands up above her head. Her robe fanned out, exposing her large naked breasts beneath. Small shapes of red mist formed all around the two floating through the Chaos Realm. From them, they began to form into humanoid figures. They grew defined features all over until the shapes took the form of Wanda herself. The figures mirrored the Scarlet Witch perfectly, down to her innocent grin and shimmering red eyes. They two wore the same tiara and red robe, blooming out behind them like capes. Victor looked around to see five in one direction, then ten in another. Within seconds, upwards of twenty perfectly replicated copies of Wanda surrounded him. The distinct odor in the air became stronger still. The taste of Wanda’s feet filled his mouth, draping the thick, musky flavor over his tongue. They all smirked and giggled at his panicked euphoria.

“You’re my toy here, Victor,” one Wanda said, whispering into his ear.

“I know your deepest, most human desires,” said another.

“I can make all your fantasies come true,” another said. Victor grunted and winced. His cock grew harder still, leaking slightly against Wanda’s toes. She giggled.

“Naughty boy,” she said. Another Wanda floated closer, taking the foot in her hands. A third Wanda began rubbing his cock with both of her soft, supple bare feet while one Wanda licked Victor’s precum off of the other’s toes. The pair moaned. Victor watched closely, unable to pull away.

“S… stop… this…” Victor said. All the Wanda clones chuckled.

“You know how to make it stop, Victor,” Wanda said. “But please take your time. I know I will.”

As the Wanda clones came closer, they each put up their bare feet for Victor to see. A sea of creamy pink soles with sparkling red painted toes enveloped him. The one Wanda continued to stroke his cock up and down with her toes while the rest came closer. Eagerly, they all began rubbing their feet all over his bound, naked body. Several feet rubbed against his chest while others massaged down his stomach and legs. Many stayed up by his face. Victor caught sight of the Wandas staring down at him while their feet pressed over his lips and cheeks. Their soles were warm and pungent. They giggled mockingly as they danced their toes across his lips and used their soles to cover his eyes and the rest of his face. Victor moaned more, pulling at the stone cuffs holding down his arms.

“Aww, look at you all excited by my feet,” Wanda teased. Victor’s cock blushed and twitched, stiffened to an aching extent. Each stroke of Wanda’s soles against it felt as if it would be the one to make him explode. Wanda’s toes slipped into his mouth. More of their taste filled his senses. As tempted as he was to bite in retaliation, he sustained. Victor found himself sucking on Wanda’s toes, weaving his tongue in and around them as they wiggled playfully in his mouth.

“Aww, look how adorably pitiful,” one Wanda commented.

“I want next,” another said.

“No, me!” another argued.

The Wanda clones kept the man moaning against their toes. One after another, they forced their feet to his lips and toes against his tongue. Victor could only breathe the scent of, and taste the flavor of, Wanda’s feet. They covered him top to bottom. More joined in stroking his cock, bringing him ever closer to a massive eruption. The original Wanda came closer to his ear, up by his face where her soles covered his eyes, mouth, nose, and cheeks.

“I always knew you would make a cute toy, Vic,” Wanda said. She waved her hand again, summoning another crimson aura. It floated from her fingertips to his body, shrouding it all. “But there’s something that I’ve always wanted to do. Something that would be just adorable to watch.”

As the red aura cloaked his body, it sank into his skin. Victor’s naked body appeared to sparkle for a moment before subsiding. Victor found himself moaning louder against the toes in his mouth. In that moment, he could feel every foot, every toe, pressed against his body as clearly as if he were watching each with his own eyes. His senses drew in the sensations with absolute transparency. He felt the waves of warmth radiating off of each foot. He could identify the placement and movement of each toe teasing his body. The stroking against his cock became more slick and soft, making his cock pulse with needful release. He moaned louder and louder beneath the feet, just a man fallen prey to his own deepest desires. Wanda licked her lips and leaned back in toward his ear.

“Now then, for as long as you refuse to help me, this will be your life,” Wanda said.

Playfully, every Wanda clone down at his body pressed their toes into certain areas. Two sets of feet brushed up to each of his outstretched armpits. Another pair found his ribs while more came to his sides and stomach. Down at his feet, two sets of toes pressed against each of his bound soles. Victor could feel every single toe pressed against him. He began to squirm and pull more at his binds as his tongue continued to lather and clean Wanda’s soft, bubbly. Those stationed around his body, massaging and rubbing against him, began to wiggle.

Victor’s moans became short, bursting cries against the feet his mouth serviced. They pulsed like muffled laughter. His body twitched and pulled at the stone holding him in his vulnerable position. Each of the toes wiggled and tickled against the most sensitive parts of his body. Twenty scribbled into each armpit. Ten played up and down his ribs while another twenty squeezed his sides. Ten more danced along his stomach and wiggled into his navel. Ten tickled each of his highly sensitized soles, squirming desperately to try and avoid the tickles. Every Wanda watched and laughed at his expressions growing louder and more extreme. Wanda herself came back up to his ear.

“Aww, is big bad Victor von Doom ticklish?” Wanda taunted slowly. The wiggling toes dug into his body. Every small stroke sent raging tickles through him, leaving Victor squirming and laughing against the toes pressed onto his tongue. His body convulsed and writhed against the kython slab. His chest heaved. The Wandas giggled and taunted the man.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle…” one said.

“Wonder what his Swans would say if they could see him now,” another commented.

“They’d probably want to join in,” said another. “I bet they’d love that.”

“So would he,” another giggled.

Victor twisted and laughed pitiful, muffled cries. The warmth of Wanda’s soles continued to bake on his face, the taste of her toes seeping into his tongue. The tickling Wandas kept up their teasing. They wiggled their toes wildly against his skin, into the spots that Wanda had made him most ticklish. Time slipped by at an unknowable pace. What would have been only a few minutes passed like hours in Victor’s mind. His cock quivered, the pressure building up inside him the entire time. Wanda kept stroking it with her soles. Up and down, her soft, pearly toes hugged his cock. His legs twitched on impulse. His arms pulled at the binds. His body laid out completely vulnerable to being Wanda’s personal plaything for as long as she saw fit.

As the tickling sensations poured through his body, and the taste and smell of Wanda’s feet took over his senses, Victor could no longer deny himself the release his body craved. With another few strokes of her soles, Victor’s cock burst out a geyser of cum. He let out a groaning, muffled moan as his pleasure spewed out all over Wanda’s feet. His muscles clenched, his balls ached at the sudden, explosive release. His cum pumped out of his cock in waves, drizzling all over Wanda’s toes. She pumped out every last drop before pulling back. All the other Wanda clones pulled back. Victor gasped at the first chance for fresh air, even if it did still smell and taste of her feet. Sweat draped all down his face. His eyes fluttered. His mouth dropped open. Victor’s body twitched. The Wanda clones all floated around, watching him closely. The one original Wanda came closer up to his face.

“Now then, I’m still going to need that Great Key,” she said. Victor took a moment to collect his breath. His eyes stared back at hers, fighting to stay open.

“You… you really don’t know… how torture works, do you?” Victor asked. Wanda smiled sweetly.

“Aww, that’s cute,” she said. “You thought I was telling you to give it up now.” Victor’s expression dropped. Wanda stroked her fingers through his hair. “I didn’t expect you to. I’d actually be pretty disappointed in you if you did. But it’s okay. We have all the time in the world here.”

Wanda floated back to leave room for more clones of herself to start appearing around Victor. He looked around at more appearing. Thirty. Forty. The scent of Wanda’s feet multiplied further. His cock twitched with a painful ache as it started to rise again. His eyes widened as they darted around to all the Wand clones smiling down at him.

“N-no… w-wait…” Victor started.

The Wanda clones all giggled and gathered around the man closer. With their delicate, bare feet all raised and ready, they assumed the positions of the clones from before. Wiggling toes pressed into and tickled the man’s sensitive body, more added to his nipples and balls. Five pairs pressed down against his face, covering his eyes, cheeks, and nose. Victor breathed in another hard breath to suck in the distinct odor of her feet directly from her soles. A set of toes plunged into his mouth, pressing against his tongue and dominating all sense of taste. It muffled the cries of his ticklish laughter. His body twisted and pulled to the tickles coursing through him. Down below, Wanda’s feet resumed their position stroking his cock. Having just orgasmed, the sensation ached more than it pleased, though his cock grew to her touch all the same.

The original Wanda hung back and watched. Victor was nearly buried beneath the forms of her clones, but through them all, she experienced what they all collectively felt. A delicate smirk came to her lips.

“I have all of eternity here to wait for you, sweet Victor,” she said. “Let’s see how a week or two loosens those lips.”