Tales from the Watchtower – Scarlett Witch v Susan Richards
"...And as Wanda said mmmmmmfff! Before Zatanna jugged her out!" Sue Storm guffawed, as she told Crystal about Wanda Maximoff's, the Scarlett Witch's fight with Zatanna. They were in the Avengers townhouse having just watched a video of Jessica Drew beating the crap out of Julia Carpenter for the title of Spiderwoman and Sue was telling Crystal about previous fights held there.
"What did you fucking say?" Wanda Maximoff demanded. She had just been walking past and just caught the end of Sue Storm's account. She was not impressed with her version of the events.
"Sorry, couldn't you hear? Probably 'cos you had a face full of Zatanna’s tit". Sue sxxxxxxxed.
"This coming from the woman who beats up schoolgirls…". Then she laughed.
“…and even she had the better rack”.
Wanda was referring to Sue's fight with Kitty Pryde. The younger girl had been in the process of pounding her breasts to pudding when Sue had turned the fight around and beat the crap out of Kitty. Sue hadn't liked being reminded of that. Standing with her hands on her hips, she angrily smashed her substantial rack into Wanda's.
"Fuck off, you saggy-titted nutcase. Killed anymore of your friends, lately?".
"No, but I'll fucking kill you!" Wanda pushed Sue back with her tits.
"Yeah?" Sue pushed back, the two meaty racks struggled for dominance.
"Yeah!..." Wanda stared daggers into Sue's eyes, "...anytime".
"How about now, I'll power on the peacekeeper device". Sue challenged.
"I don't give a fuck where I crush your tits to pancakes". Wanda accepted the challenge.
The peacemaker device was devised by Bruce Wayne on Earth-one, to remove superpowers to ensure that if things got physical between super-heroes it would happen without powers. When Carol Danvers had seen it she had persuaded Tony Stark to build one on Earth-616. Sue had used it to beat the crap out of that skank Kitty Pryde. It had been a hard fight but in the end, Kitty had ended up worshipping her tits. What a rush that was.
Wanda had two fights. One with the Enchantress, which she had won. The other against the Sorcerer Supreme of Earth-one, Zatanna, which she had lost. She was owed a win.
Sue finished up the Peacekeeper unit when Wanda walked in, shutting the door behind her. Sue stood facing her opponent, she was clad in a blue sports bra with a white “4” on it and blue trunks. While Wanda was wearing her red leotard, her hair was loose. At least she’s not wearing that stupid hairband. Whatever the fuck it was, it was just ridiculous. Sue thought to herself.
“Awfully proud of those saggy hooters aren’tcha?” Sue mocked as she walked towards her opponent.
“Yes because they’re fucking amazing”
“You think so?” Sue sneered.
“Yeah, I think. You oughta try it sometime…Barbie”
This was not going to be a simple catfight. Oh no. This was going to be something more personal. This would not only settle who was the better woman but who had the better rack. Wanda pulled down the front of her red leotard revealing her magnificent breasts. In reply, Sue reached behind her back, undoing the clasp of her sports bra, and with a smile she let it fall to the floor, Wanda just sneered, swinging her head from left to right.
"Wow, they just dropped like two outlaws, hung on a scaffold. You got the tits of a ninety-year-old!". Wanda’s words dripped venom.
“Take a good look at your tits, Looney-tunes, that’ll be the last you see of them before I pound them into dust!”. Sue threatened.
“Whore, this rack is gonna be the last thing you see when I smother you out!”. Wanda hissed.
"Bitch!"
"Slut!"
"Whore!"
"Skank!"
They stepped towards each other. Silently, never taking their eyes off each other. They clasped their hands behind each other’s backs and squeezed.
They began to push and shove against each other with their chests, grunting. But both sets of breasts stood firm, defiant against the imposing bosoms attempting to crush them.
Sue gritted her teeth as their breasts mashed and ground together. Wanda tried to look impassive.
The advantage went one way and then the other as they stumbled back and forth, one forcing the other back only to be forced to retreat seconds later. Arms tightened, loosened, then tightened again as the two pairs of breasts ground violently between them.
Both fighters quickly lost track of time as one moment blurred into another. The whole of Sue’s world became the sensation of burning pain that was gradually seeping into the scoured skin of her breasts. In the intimacy of the struggle, she could hear every hard breath that went in and out of Wanda’s mouth, punctuated by the occasional soft gasps of pain that were slowly but steadily rising in loudness.
Shifting tactics, Sue began to rock her shoulders from side to side, her erect nipples now slashing and searing across Wanda’s flesh. She fought back, the blonde winced as Wanda’s hard points dragged and scraped across her breasts in return, but she was determined to keep going.
Those soft gasps began turning into tortured whines, the pain in Wanda’s voice was undeniable. Sue felt Wanda’s arms constrict around her even more tightly, increasing the intensity with which their chests mashed together. It also restricted the blonde’s movements and prevented her from dragging her nipples back and forth, combining offence and defence.
With her side-to-side attack thwarted, Sue chose to thrust forward with her chest into Wanda’s. The brunette grimaced as she bit her lip and unsuccessfully tried to contain her squeals, but she met the challenge and heaved her boobs back at Sue’s. The four breasts never left contact as they punched into each other with equal fervour. Sue’s voice quickly joined Wanda’s as the throbbing pain started to grow.
They fought on, immersed in the sound of squeals and groans, joining together in a violent duet. A particularly hard thrust contorted Wanda’s face, breaking her out of her reverie, as she wailed loudly in pain. It brought a smile to Sue’s face being the closest thing to a genuine scream of agony so far in the fight. Wanda responded with a rapid trio of thrusts, tearing out equally anguished responses from Sue.
As if on cue, Wanda relaxed her arms. For a moment Sue didn’t realize what she was doing, but soon understood as Wanda rapidly tightened her grip and mashed their breasts together with one quick and intense squeeze. The blonde winced as she threw her head back and howled in anguish.
"This is what real tits feel like, barbie!", Wanda crowed.
Pain overwhelmed Sue's senses. She was oblivious to the gloating tone in Wanda’s voice. She could no longer hold her ground as the boasting witch forced her to backpedal. Another loosening of arms, another crushing surge, and another tortured wail from Sue’s lips.
Though her breasts’ firmness was far from failing, the pain she was experiencing was escalating rapidly. Sue was trying to retaliate in kind to Wanda’s attacks, but her foe continued to press her advantage relentlessly now with one harsh squeeze after another, all in the same pattern of attack. She could feel her arms loosening as it became harder and harder to focus through the pain.
Fighting back, the blonde began thrusting her tits with renewed intensity. Wanda’s voice, so triumphant mere moments before, was reduced to tortured whines.
Determined to avoid defeat, Wanda fought back, pumping her breasts together with Sue’s, their four massive boobs crushing and mashing furiously between them as Sue pumped back. Whimpers, moans, and shrieks of pain filled the air, along with the wet smacking of bare sweaty flesh as they furiously attacked their targets with all their might. Neither one was holding back.
Another thrust of the breasts and blonde and brunette separated for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. Sue allowed herself a smile as she looked at Wanda’s breasts, they were crimson, swollen, and covered in sweat, and she knew they were throbbing in pain. Because her breasts sure as hell were, but after all of her efforts, those breasts were still standing proud, mocking her.
The realisation came to Sue that reducing her enemy’s proud perky pair to rubble would be a slow, methodical task, she was willing to put in the effort, but she also realised she couldn’t wait. Dammit, she wanted that bitch’s breasts wrecked and to see her crying at her feet.
Now.
Sue stopped. She held out her hands, curling them into claws. She was smiling, but it was not a friendly smile. It spoke of anticipating the violence to come.
"Let's see whose tits are really tougher. Bare hands? If you’re not chicken”. She purred.
"Oh yeah? I thought you'd never ask". Wanda held out her curled hands, making clutching motions.
"Yeah!"
Simultaneously, both pairs of hands shot out for their targets. Sue tried to hold as much of the tit in her hand as she could and squeezed. Wanda went for an underside grip.
Fingers mangled pliant flesh. Grips tightened and fingers curled maliciously as Sue and Wanda simultaneously began to squeeze the other's breasts in their hands. Sue choked back a cry as her tits erupted in pain, she bit her lip, determined not to give the bitch the satisfaction of hearing her scream.
Wanda concealed the pain, maintaining a grin on her face, despite the death grip that the blonde had on her tits. Sue was determined to wipe that grin off her face.
Blonde and brunette continued to duel in this fashion. Claw holds relaxed and retightened as each girl tried to grasp and crush as much flesh as she could possibly hold in their hands. Soft gasps and short, anguished whines filled the air as both tried to endure the pain as stoically as they could.
Changing tactics, Wanda relinquished her full grip and instead dug her fingers with a clawing motion in at the edge of Sue's areolas. It felt to Sue as though the brunette was trying to pry her nipples off of her chest - she cringed and tried to hold out as long as she could but soon threw her head back and let out a full-throated, unambiguous scream of pain.
"You like that?" Wanda gleefully taunted, "Those sad sacks not doing so well, are they?"
Digging in her fingers for extra emphasis. Sue wailed loudly as Wanda's fingers assaulted her nipples with single-minded dedication, another hard pinch and twist sent a jolt of physical anguish coursing through her body. She struggled to maintain her attack on the brunette's breasts, but she could already feel her grip starting to loosen on the heavy orbs as pain overwhelmed her senses.
Desperate, Sue pulled Wanda's tits upwards towards the brunette's chin then gave them a harsh, sudden yank down towards her navel. The forceful tug yielded a sharp gasp from Wanda's lips.
“Like that?” Sue crowed.
“What about this?”
She repeated the move.
“Or this?”
Another tug, this time by the nipples.
Wanda’s voice rose to a crescendo until she was crying out at the top of her lungs. The brunette relinquished her hold on the blonde's nipples and re-established her previous grip, squeezing the large breasts with a renewed sense of urgency. Sue shrieked as Wanda gave her tits a harsh twist, contorting them in opposite clockwise and counterclockwise directions. She countered by giving Wanda's breasts a hard pull that threatened to tug the brunette's body along with them, drawing out a sharp cry as she stretched the orbs to their limits. Wanda's fingers migrated to the undersides of Sue's breasts and began to gouge the sensitive flesh, bringing another tortured grimace to the blonde's face. Sue answered with another pull, wrenching Wanda's tits left and right as she did.
Suddenly, Sue changed tacks and pushed hard with both hands, mashing the brunette's breasts flat against her chest. The anguished look on Wanda's face was so satisfying to Sue, she was forcing the bitch backwards. Suddenly Wanda tripped, falling to her knees, with a whoop of delight at her now superior position, Sue bore down with her full weight behind her as she crushed and twisted the brunette's tits.
"On your knees, bitch…" Sue said, giving Wanda's breasts a firm squeeze for good measure, "…Who’s fucked now?"
"Oh, Fuck you," Wanda whined.
As she heard a fresh groan of pain from her opponent's lips, she knew she had the bitch on the ropes. She was crushing her, literally. But Wanda was not about to give up without a fight. She cupped the blonde's breasts from the outside and began to pound them into each other with repeated smashes, bringing out a new set of tortured shrieks from Sue.
The blonde maintained her grip on the brunette's right breast with her left hand and began to pinch and pull on the brunette's left nipple with her right hand. This brought a temporary pause to Wanda's attack, but Sue wasn't going to take it easy on her. Gripping the brunette's left tit fully once again, she gave it a malicious clockwise twist. The resulting scream from Wanda's lips was so satisfying. She repeated the move, hoping for more. And she got it, the brunette howled and writhed in agony. She tried to hold out for as long as she could but squealing, she gave up her hold on the blonde's tits to grab at her wrists.
Sue savoured the moment giving the brunette's breasts another hard squeeze but suddenly a growling Wanda reached up, latching onto her tits, resuming her attack with a renewed dedication, snarling like a mad animal as she squeezed and pushed the blonde's boobs, fighting to get Sue off her. Forced backwards, Sue rose to her feet with Wanda following right behind her.
Retaining their holds on the other's breasts, determined to crush their enemy into submission. Screams and curses rang out in the air as the brunette and the blonde stumbled back and forth.
Sue started pulling with one hand, while the other hand pressed as deeply into the tit flesh as she could. Then with a roar, she reversed the move. Wanda screamed. Then Sue removed the hand flattening Wanda’s tit and slapped the stretched-out tit out of her hand. Wanda shrieked, moving back. Sue repeated the move, slapping the tit out of her hand with a loud smack. She was driving Wanda back against the wall. Slap by slap.
In desperation, Wanda gripped Sue’s breasts. Then suddenly she leaned back, pulling Sue by them, stretching them out like an elastic band, with all of her body weight. Sue’s eyes widened in horror at what was happening to her breasts as she was forced to bend forwards, to reduce the screaming pain on her tits. When she was in position, her trap sprung, and Wanda yanked down hard on Sue's breasts.
"Aaargghhh!" Sue screamed. The wrench forced her to bend over, facing down.
Wanda rested her chin on Sue's back, closed her fists around Sue’s breasts, and started pumping. Alternating, pulling her left hand down and then her right, pulling the flesh taut, turning the skin white under the stress. Each pull threatened to pull the breast from Sue’s body as Wanda furiously milked the breasts.
Almost blinded with agony, Sue's hands flailed behind her back, frantically searching for a way to escape. Touching Wanda's face, she sought out the eyes. Fuck, if she had to gouge the bitch’s eyes out to gain freedom, so be it. With a wail of alarm, realising what Sue was intending, Wanda chomped down hard on Sue's fingers. Sue screamed. Her hands quickly retreated from Wanda’s face.
Wanda resumed her pumping.
"You were going to do what to me? bitch!"
Sue howled.
"You were going to do what?" Wanda screamed.
Determined to end this battle, Wanda pulled Sue down by both breasts, into her raised knee. Sue’s body jolted back, she landed with a thud on her back.
Wanda jumped on her stomach, her knees pinning Sue's arms.
Slowly she reached down, putting her hands around Sue’s left breast, then she squeezed, shaking her grip as though she was trying to strangle it. Sue just weakly moaned.
Staring down at Sue's tear-stained face.
"Whose tits are tougher? Bitch"
Sue was too busy sobbing to give a reply.
"I said...".
Wanda strangled the breast with renewed venom. The flesh wobbled helplessly, like jelly on a plate.
"...Whose tits are tougher? Bitch"
"SLAP!"
Wanda slapped Sue hard across the face, cutting Sue’s lip. It was the first time blood had been spilled in the fight.
"You" Sue sobbed.
Wanda released her grip on the breast and sitting up looked down at the state of her breasts, battered, bruised, a dark red angry colour. She wanted satisfaction.
"You hurt them, Barbie. Now kiss them better!"
Sue leaned up and gently kissed the offered breasts.
"Now worship them!" Wanda commanded.
Wanda’s hands hovered over Sue’s crotch, gently stroking the hair.
“If you use your teeth I’ll give you a hysterectomy so fast…”
“…you understand?”
Sue meekly nodded her understanding. She reached up with her tongue, gently running it around the nipple. Wanda groaned with delight.
“Aren’t they wonderful?”
“Yes”. Sue sucked gently on the nipple she had once tried to tear off.
Wanda was in ecstasy. The rush she was getting having her once hated foe now suckling at her breasts was such a turn-on. She would have enjoyed it more had her breasts not been so goddammed sore. Bitch. When she had had enough worshipping, she decided to end it.
She held Sue’s head in her hands, staring into her glassy eyes as she spoke.
“Say Goodnight, Susan”
A brief squeal made it out of Sue’s mouth as Wanda pulled her in closely. Her hands guided Sue’s head into her breasts. Her left arm wrapped snugly around the neck, her right hand cupping the skull. As they descended slowly upon her, Susan’s vision was filled with Wanda’s gargantuan tits as they blotted out the light and deprived her of oxygen. Wanda’s flesh was sealed against her mouth and nostrils. Wanda rocked her body gently, settling the seal in. She was secured in tightly.
Wanda ignored the pain in her chest, her sore breasts ached so much. Bitch. But she had her now. This was worth it. She had proven who had the tougher pair. Now to savour the fruits of her victory.
Sue’s senses were overwhelmed with the sweaty musk of the orbs. She pushed frantically at Wanda’s body with her hands and tried desperately to find freedom by turning her head, but there was no escape from the hot confines of her bosomy prison.
Sue was faltering. Her struggles had turned into caresses. She could feel herself growing increasingly groggy with each passing second. Her hands felt like lead as they fell away from Wanda’s body, falling limply on the floor, as she felt her consciousness slowly slipping away.
And then it was gone.
Chuckling quietly to herself, Wanda loosened her grip on the unconscious head and let it fall.
She stood above her unconscious foe and allowed herself a moment to revel in her victory.
She walked out of the room as fast as she could while still making it seem casual. She’d leave the peacekeeper device on, the bitch could turn it off when she came to. She’d probably have to turn invisible so none could see the devastation Wanda had wreaked on her breasts.
Speaking of devastation, fuck her breasts hurt. The sooner she got her powers back, the better. She’d put on a clothing spell that would hide the wrecking done to her poor breasts when she walked out of the Avenger’s townhouse. She’d teleport home. Then she’d watch the video of the fight that Tony Stark had almost certainly taken, in a warm bath with a glass of champagne.
She’d earned it.
