Dumpster #4: I Don't See How That's a Party

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Fill: There Is A Line (3/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Wanda didn't fight as he helped her to her feet and led her over to his desk, she only hissed a little in pain as he grabbed her up by her bruised hips to lift her onto the polished wood.

"Here..."

She watched with a raised eyebrow as he stripped off his suit jacket, bundling it up into a crude pillow before setting it on the desk.

"Lie back. I'll... Christ... Just-...just tell me if I'm hurting you at all."

Wanda lay back across the desk, positioning her head on his bundled jacket with her feet up on the edge of the wood, and feeling weirdly like she was at some kind of back-alley gynecology appointment as Ross pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and used the bottle of water to dampen it.

He set it aside on the table, his hands slowly moving to the hem of her filthy prison-issued pants, and he hesitantly looked up, meeting her eyes.

"You sure you're okay with this?"

Wanda nodded a little.

"To have someone touching me without trying to cause harm...It will be a nice change."

Ross muttered a low curse as he eased her pants off, his expression appearing decidedly sick as he looked her over.

"They weren't exactly gentle," Wanda said with forced humor, trying to keep her emotions from following the tugging memory of being forced over a table, having someone stabbing a broom handle up inside of her as she screamed in pain, the collar crackling at her throat.

"Let's...let's start with the cuts. I can't do anything for the bruises," he said gently.

She jolted a little in surprise as she felt the cool dampness of the cloth running over the back of her thigh, and forced herself to lie back as Ross murmured comfort to her.

She let her gaze travel over the ceiling, focusing on the gentleness of his movements rather than what he was seeing, or where he was touching her. If she didn't think to hard about it, her mind wouldn't follow the awful, lingering memories that were trying to resurface of the guards running their hands over the same places, just before they-

Wanda grit her teeth, shaking her head a little.

No.

No, she was not going to let her thoughts go there. Living it once was enough. She wasn't going to allow her own mind to betray her into re-playing her suffering if she could help it.

"God, that's a lot of blood..." Ross murmured softly, his voice pitying, and Wanda swallowed hard as she felt the cloth smoothing over the inside of her thigh, down to where her pubic hair had been hacked and pulled and burned away by the guards. "You need a real doctor. I'll do what I can for now, but I need to get you out of here and have you looked over by someone who can actually help..."

Wanda hummed a little note of ascent, trying to dispel the nerves she could feel building in her stomach with every touch. Her body was still trying to react in terror, bracing for a pain that she kept trying to convince herself was not coming. Ross must have noticed her tensing up, because his movements slowed a little and he looked up at her in concern.

"I've got some painkillers with me," he offered. "I'll give them to you when I give you the rest of the water, if you think it will help."

Wanda nodded, taking a slow breath to calm herself as he began moving again. Anything that could help ease the pain sounded wonderful.

"Where else did they hurt you?" he asked after another moment, and she swallowed hard before speaking.

"On the left, down low. I-inside. That's where it hurts the most."

She tried not to shudder as she felt gentle, warm fingers coaxing her open a little, reminding herself that Ross wasn't going to hurt her even as every instinct screamed that it was a trick, that any moment now she was going to feel his dick pushing into her, ripping her open-

"Ah...fuck...yeah, I see where they tore you. Fucking bastards..."

She couldn't help a little whimper as his finger brushed over the sensitive spot, his touch like fire.

"I don't have much on hand, but we can try saline to sanitize it."

Wanda nodded a little, feeling light-headed.

Ross moved back to his briefcase, digging out a small bottle of saline eye drops.

"It's not the best," he murmured, positioning himself between her legs once more. "But it's sterile. And it will help clean the area out a bit."

Wanda nodded, taking a slow breath as she felt him gently open her up with his fingers.

"This might sting," he warned her gently, and Wanda bit back a yelp as a prickling, needle-like pain washed over the place where it burned the worst when they fucked her.

"F-fuck," she choked out, writhing despite herself, and Ross moved his hand to splay across her stomach with just enough pressure to keep her from moving around too much and falling off the desk. "Damnit! Fuck!" It burned. It burned.

The man tried to hush her, one hand rubbing her knee where it pressed into his side as she tried to clamp her legs together reflexively in agony.

"I know, I know, it stings...it'll be over in just a minute."

And Wanda couldn't help but gag as Ross unintentionally echoed one of the guard's words, her memory flashing back to her cell as the creepy man from the night shift held her head to his groin, leaving her choking helplessly around his cock.

"It'll be over in just a minute. Stop trying to pull away. Your gag reflex will numb out, and then you can take my whole dick like a good little girl."

Her nose was buried in his coarse, sweaty pubic hair, her body lurching as her diaphragm heaved up, desperately trying to clear out whatever was blocking her airway. There wasn't anything in her stomach to gag up but bile and watery semen, however, most of which already dribbled down the front of her straitjacket and pooled on the tile in front of her, but her body still tried to vomit as the man drew her back an inch or so before hauling her close again by her hair, driving his cock into the back of her throat with bruising force.

"Fuck...yeah...your throat constricting like that feels so good, bitch. Swallow again, that feels amazing. Wish I had a longer cock to stuff down your esophagus...you just love this, don't you? You love having your face fucked like some little wh-"

"Maximoff!"

She gasped in shock, suddenly finding herself looking up into a pair of ice blue eyes set in a worried face. Ross was standing at her side, his hand still splayed over her stomach, but the other now cupped gently around her cheek, his thumb smoothing across the skin.

"There you are...that's it...come back. You're safe here, come back to me. Just try to focus."

She took a choking breath, her eyes darting around as she tried to ground herself.

Office.

Ross' office.

Not a cell. No guards here. Only Ross, and he was... a friend? An ally.

A compassionate, temporary ally. And he was trying to help her.

She took a shuddering breath, letting it out slowly, and forced herself to relax into the gentle stroke of his thumb over her cheek.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly. "What happened? You went stiff and started crying out all of a sudden..."

Wanda became aware of the tears that streaked her face, fresh and rapidly chilling in the cool air of the prison as she blinked up at him.

"Memory," she choked out after a long second. "Bad memory."

"Jesus..." the man muttered, stroking her hair back from her forehead. "They've really fucked you up..."

"You don't know the half of it," she whispered, letting her eyes close over once again.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked gently, but Wanda shook her head, blinking up at him.

"That one was the worst. The rest are all on my skin, or too deep to reach."

"Okay. Just let me know if you want me to stop."

Wanda nodded, listening to him move back down by her feet as she forced a slow, shuddering breath.

For a long while the only sound was the rustle of movement from Ross as he gently cleaned her up, and the sound of her own breathing - just a bit too fast to be normal. Wanda closed her eyes and tried to relax, half wishing the man would go back to stroking her hair, because it reminded her a bit of how Clint had comforted her whenever she was upset, and she was desperately longing to be comforted right about now. The soft stroke of his handkerchief over her legs and stomach was fairly calming, but Wanda's skin still crawled instinctively at any touch near her waist.

She blinked her eyes open as she heard Ross clear his throat a little, and glanced up to find him looking down at her with a kind of pitying realization on his face.

"Are you..." Ross started, waving a hand over her stomach as he glanced away in guilt and disgust. "Did they give...erm. Should we be worried about the possibility that you're...well...pregnant?"

Wanda shook her head, hating the tightness in her throat.

"They've been slipping mild doses of poison into my food to keep my body from allowing a child to form," she muttered in disgust. "I overheard them explaining to one of the newer recruits after he came within me. They said they had to wait to forcibly sterilize me until they'd heard from the higher-ups. In case they wanted to br- to breed me." She choked out the last few words, hating the sickening twist of fright in her stomach as she recalled the guards' hushed words and hungry looks.

Ross' horrified expression told her all she needed to know about what he thought of the matter.

"Fucking hell..." he muttered in disgust. "Did they say what poison?"

Wanda shook her head.

"I've been afraid to eat too much because I can feel it making me sick."

The man muttered another long curse.

"Of course today would be the day I didn't bring any food with me," Ross admitted, frustration coloring his tone. "God, when I get my hands on them...!"

Her stomach rumbled a little at the mention of food, and Wanda took a long, slow breath, allowing herself the daydream of a plate of warm syrniki with sour cream and strawberry preserves, served with a big glass of cold milk...

At least until her brain wondered if drinking milk would remind her of having to drink the guard's semen, and she had to swallow hard to keep the water she drank earlier from coming right back up as her stomach twisted in revulsion.

She was grateful for the distraction when Ross caught her attention once again.

Re: Fill: There Is A Line (3/?)

[(Anonymous)]

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