Set around the time of Avengers #162...
"I have a mission for you and your team," Dr. Mamba announced to Sabretooth upon entering the room. Sabretooth grunted and lit up a cigarette; HYDRA had recruited him a few months back to lead a team of super villains which would be at the vanguard of the organization's return to glory. While he thought the "Hail HYDRA!"'s and general attitude of the organization was stupid, the salary they were paying him was considerably better than any other offer he'd had at the time, and they didn't seem to have a problem with the unrestrained, often disproportionate ferocity he showed in battle, so long as the job got done. They also gave him adequate backup when going against big-timers like the X-Men, which is more than he could say about many of his past employers. So, he put up with guys like Dr. Mamba as part of the business...but that didn't mean he had to like it. Puffing a big cloud of smoke in the doctor's general direction, Sabretooth put his legs up on the conference room's table and said, "Yeah? So?"
Dr. Mamba tried not to lose his composure. As head of HYDRA's new scientific division, formed to replace the now- defunct AIM, he wasn't used to being treated with anything but the utmost respect, and even fear, by others. He was hardly an imposing figure, short even in his long white lab coat, but those who knew of his work were inclined to stay out of his way as much as possible. Mamba had all of the brilliance and personality of the stereotypical "mad scientist," but he was not burdened by the myopia that was the downfall of so many others of his ilk. He actually had more in common with Sabretooth than either man would have liked to admit: both were using HYDRA to meet their own personal ends, which in Dr. Mamba's case was the advance of his own research into eugenics and biology. However, from time to time, the doctor had to acquiesce to projects which HYDRA considered "top priority," even if they weren't directly related to his research...and this was one of those times. Dr. Mamba sat, decided to stubbornly ignore Sabretooth's smoky exhalations, and pressed a series of buttons on the panel in front of his seat. A viewscreen began to lower from the ceiling as Mamba continued.
"In the past few months, our lab has been working on genetic enhancements related to the size of the human body - giantism, dwarfing, and so on." Sabretooth took another puff on his cigarette and yawned a bit as the doctor continued. "But in the past couple of weeks, we've managed to obtain the early research records of one Dr. Henry Pym, better known as Yellowjacket of the Avengers." A masked hero's face appeared on the viewscreen, with a caption below of 'Yellowjacket.' "After some rather difficult work, we've managed to replicate some of his initial experiments on shrinking and growing inanimate objects to sizes well beyond their normal capacities. Unfortunately, our attempts to shrink and grow humans have been, ah, unsuccessful. However, our superiors have great interest in potential mass applications of this research, and have directed me to employ whatever means are necessary to ensure a breakthrough. In this case, that means using your team in a way somewhat different from the usual, ah, 'attack-and-destroy' style you so seem to relish."
Sabretooth shrugged. "Gets the job done." He grinned, displaying a row of razor-sharp teeth and fangs. "And its fun." ST enjoyed the look on Mamba's face at that. "So what does El Supremo Hydra Leader want this time?" He pointed at the viewscreen. "Meet Yellowjacket for fuckin' tea and ask him politely for his secrets? Or maybe escortin' a bunch of your lab-rat techies to South America, like when we did that stupid 'Mayan Godhead' wild good chase? It better not involve any of that hacking stuff, you've got the geekboys in the computing division for that shit."
Dr. Mamba harummphed and shook his head. "No, nothing like that, Mr. Sabretooth. You see, we need a live subject who has already been exposed to Dr. Pym's experiments successfully, so that we can study that person's genetic structure and find the key to replicating the process. Unfortunately, while Dr. Pym would be the ideal man for our needs, having both a master's knowledge of his work and also having treated himself during his experiments, the Supreme Hydra has decided that, at this time, Yellowjacket presents too dangerous a target. The work we have already decoded indicates that he is a creative genius par excellence, and he may well have other inventions which would make him extremely dangerous to attempt to capture. Therefore, it has been decided that we will direct our efforts towards securing the only other person who has been as thoroughly exposed as Dr. Pym. "
"Yeah? Who? Mighty Mouse?"
Dr. Mamba looked across at Sabretooth in disgust, and pressed another button. The image of Yellowjacket dissolved, replaced by the face of a young, smiling woman, whose dark brown hair reached down to her neck.
"No. Your objective, Sabretooth, is Mr. Pym's wife, Janet Van Dyne...better known as the Wasp."
"Awww, man, Toothy, this assignment sounds really chintzy." Seated at the table with the rest of the team, the human behemoth named Bulldozer wadded up another ball of chewing tobacco and spit into the spittoon at his feet, making room for another helping of chew. "I didn't sign on to go around kidnappin' girls like in some damn Wild West movie."
"Do not underestimate the difficulty of this undertaking, large one" came the echoing voice of the member of the team seated across from him, a figure perpetually cloaked in darkness known only as the Shadow Man. "Remember, as Sabretooth has said, both Yellowjacket and the Wasp are members of the Avengers, a group that even we do not have a reasonable chance of defeating." Bulldozer spat again and replied "Awww, c'mon, I can take 'em on all by myself. Me an' Thor, one-on-one, no holds barred! Bring 'em on!" He thumped the table excitedly, causing a small sonic boom to echo through the chamber while creating hairline cracks in the table and tipping the spittoon over.
Crystalline, the villain to his right, moved her feet up as the spittoon's contents came pouring out. She made a sour face at Bulldozer as she moved to a different chair, the crystal diamonds which always hovered around her following in perfect unison. "That's a really disgusting habit, 'Dozer, you know that?"
The other two 'regulars' of the team, known only as "HYDRA Agent Three" and "HYDRA Agent Four," looked on disinterestedly at the ruckus. They were both regular HYDRA operatives who had been given superpowers through technological enhancements produced by Mamba's division. Both had cybernetic implants and heavy-duty weaponry, though in private the other group members wondered if those two hadn't also been mentally altered to ensure their loyalty. In any case, they were the only team members who were unquestionably loyal to HYDRA, and Sabretooth saw them as necessary concessions to the big bosses for having the team, and as mobile artillery who could be expended if the going got rough. He was certain they'd be willing to die, as long as it was for "The Greater Glory of HYDRA!"
Sabretooth growled between his teeth. "Everybody, shut up! I'm not real happy with this assign myself, but it's comin' from the Big Boys upstairs, and what they say, goes. Shadow Man is right; alone, we can't take the Avengers. But we won't have to, and we won't be alone." He tapped a claw on the operational map before him.
"The easiest way to find the Avengers is at Avengers Mansion. But that place is so well-defended, we'd be battling until next week just to ring the fuckin' doorbell. So, we're gonna wait until there's an emergency and they've got to come out in their Quinjet. We're going to be bringing in a few of the techboys to make sure such an "emergency" pops up when we want it to. Once they're out, HYDRA's assault units will attack unexpectedly an' knock 'em down, by which time we'll be on the scene. When they come out of the crash, us and a couple of shock units will rush 'em...and Crystalline will do her thing while the rest of us keep them busy. You're gonna get your wish, 'Dozer." Bulldozer flexed his muscles and grinned smugly. "Then, we'll do a quick breakout. If the opportunity to get Yellowjacket, too, comes our way, so much the better, but our focus in on the Wasp. Mamba wants her, and he's gonna get her. That's it."
As Sabretooth waved a dismissal, the two HYDRA agents stood up and shouted "For the greater glory of HYDRA! Hail HYDRA! Immortal HYDRA! Cut off one arm and two more rise to take it's place! Hail HYDRA!" Sabretooth mumbled "Yeah, guys, whatever," and moved to leave. As he entered the hallway adjacent to the meeting room, he noticed a dark presence in the shadows, waiting for him. Shadow Man asked softly " One thing I am curious about, Sabretooth. How did Pym's early experimental data come into the possession of Mamba?"
Sabretooth looked at SM a little warily. "It's not good to ask too many questions in our line of work. Let's just say, they're from someone who's equally interested in the Wasp...but not for the same reasons as Mamba."
It was a bright, sunny day at Avengers Mansion, and blessedly quiet. The team had been involved in a number of crises in the recent past, and any respite from the pace they had been forced to take was to be welcomed. The assignments, while nothing the team couldn't handle, were somewhat more difficult than normal, mainly because of the current disposition of the Avengers - Vision and the Scarlet Witch were away on personal business in Bavaria, and Wonder Man was on vacation somewhere out West. However, the team was still among the most powerful in the universe, consisting of Thor, Iron Man, Captain America, and Yellowjacket and the Wasp. Despite the considerable might of even this reduced-strength team, HYDRA Intelligence had determined that now was the best time to strike, before the other members re-joined the team.
The quiet morning air was shattered by an alert signal! The NYPD was calling the Mansion for help. As the team gathered around the main viewscreen, a holographic image floated above them, displaying New York harbor. From the dark waters, a pair of giant tentacles emerged and slithered on shore, followed by an immense head and body; a giant octopus was attacking New York! As it moved slowly ashore, the octopus picked up a couple of passing cars and flung them aside. The bullets of the few policemen on the scene were having no effect, and the chief on the scene yelled into his radio: "Avengers! HELP! We can't stop it, and it's heading towards the main city! Avengers!" Instantly, the team was on the move to their QuinJet; from the Mansion, it would be only a minute or so to the harbor.
Shortly, the jet was circling the harbor and making it's approach to land. The giant mollusk was causing considerable havoc, but was too slow to even have advanced out of the harbor area yet. As the QuinJet hovered to land, it was suddenly hit by a barrage of missiles from a hidden HYDRA ground battery. While the jet's defensive systems managed to fend off many of the projectiles, the density of the assault did allow a few to get through. Of these, two hit the left-side wing of the jet, shearing it off. However, the jet was only about ten feet off the ground by that point, so that the jet's passengers, while shaken up by the subsequent crash, were not seriously hurt.
As the Avengers excavated themselves from the crippled jet and moved to attack the octopus, they were rushed head-on by Sabretooth's team, while the Avengers were also flanked by two teams of HYDRA troopers. The villains paired up with the Avengers according to pre-determined roles: while Bulldozer closed with Thor and Sabretooth pounced on Captain America, Shadowman began to attack Iron Man with his shadow spheres and Agents 3 and 4 rocked the ground below Yellowjacket and Wasp with stun and sleep gas grenades.
The grenades served to knock both Wasp and Yellowjacket off their feet, as well as to disperse the cloud of ants which they had gathered. As Wasp struggled to regain her senses from the concussion of the stun grenades' impact and the gas which swirled around her, an energy blast suddenly clipped her feet and sent her sprawling on the ground. "Ohhhh...what?!?" she cried as she fell. A pair of crystal triangles were now hovering above her, with others swiftly approaching. Wasp looked down to see what she had tripped on, and one of the crystals fired a burst at her ankles, locking them together inside of two glowing plasma restraints. She instinctively moved her hands down to free her ankles, which only served to place her wrists perfectly parallel for the second crystal's burst, which enclosed them in similar glowing spheres. A shadow appeared over her, and she looked up to see a young woman dressed in a mix of leather and crystal standing over her, surrounded by a cloud of small triangular crystals identical to the ones that had attacked her and that were now creating additional bonds on her which crisscrossed her body.
"Who are you?!" Wasp demanded angrily, "Let me go!" The woman smiled and removed a collar from where it hung on her belt. "My name is Crystalline," and with a click, she secured the inhibitor collar around Wasp's neck, "and this baby means you aren't going to be shrinking anytime soon." The woman was right; Wasp barely had the concentration necessary to effect her change to ant-size as it was, and somehow the collar was preventing it altogether. Crystalline gestured, and Wasp's tied body lifted in the air and began to follow the crystal woman as she walked away from the main melee. Desperation growing, Janet van Pym looked over at her fellow Avengers for help, but was not encouraged by what she saw. Clearly, Thor and Captain America were winning, but Shadow Man was causing Iron Man much trouble with his blackout beams and abyss spheres, while Agents 3 and 4 were keeping Yellowjacket too occupied to shrink, and were beginning to really manhandle him between them. None of them saw the Wasp as Crystalline punched a few buttons on her wrist control bracelet, and a energy portal opened. As Wasp began to drift towards the portal, she cried out "Hank! HELP! HANK!!" Yellowjacket turned to see, "Janet?", and was distracted long enough for Agent 3 to land a clean shot on his jaw, knocking him out.
"HANK!" Wasp cried out as seeing him fall. "HA-MMmmmmmphhh!" Crystalline smiled as one of her crystals silenced the Wasp with an energy gag, quieting her calls. "Now, now, my dear," purred Crystalline, "that's enough out of you." She ran her hands along Wasp's slim, shapely body. Janet obviously devoted time to keeping herself in shape, and it showed. "Mmmmm. Doc's going to have a good time with you. Off you go." And Wasp was propelled through the portal, to her destination at HYDRA Labs.
Agents 3 and 4, seeing an opportunity in the fallen Yellowjacket, moved to pick him up and move towards the energy portal, but their progress was suddenly stopped as the ground was rocked by lighting strikes. The roar of Thor cut through the air: "NAY, I SAY!" Having defeated Bulldozer, the Thunder God was now free to help his teammates, and an intense storm began to move in as lighting bolts flashed through the air, threateningly close to the HYDRA team. Sabretooth, sensing the moment, shouted to his squad "Drop YJ! Get Dozer and CLEAR OUT! Shadowman, plan B, NOW!!"
With this, the HYDRA squads suddenly broke off their assault and put on special night-vision glasses which they had up until then held in reserve. At this, Shadowman waved his hand, and the entire clearing was enclosed in pitch darkness, blinding all but Thor, whose divine senses were too powerful for even SM to hinder. However, the HYDRA team did manage an orderly retreat to the portal with Bulldozer in tow, even under Thor's continuous lighting barrage. Agent Four, however, ignored Sabretooth's orders and again moved towards Yellowjacket, thinking to increase HYDRA's glory for this day by bringing back YJ as well as the Wasp. Thor saw that Fourwas still moving menacingly towards YJ, and threw his hammer. The HYDRA agent absorbed the full blow of the hammer, and was knocked full out of the clearing by the impact. Seeing the situation beginning to deteriorate, Sabretooth shouted "Move! Move! MOVE!" The HYDRA team poured into the portal, lucky that Thor had stopped to help Yellowjacket rather than pursue them. As Shadowman brought up the rear and closed the portal, daylight suddenly returned, bathing the clearing in a clear bright light as peace returned, almost as if nothing had happened.
The Avengers surrounded Yellowjacket, who was out cold. Captain America checked his pulse and head, and said "He'll be OK, but he'll have a heck of a headache when he wakes up." Iron Man flew back from where he'd been searching in the brush around the clearing, coming up with the body of Agent Four. "This one's dead. Took some sort of suicide pill, from the looks of it." He also found the projection equipment which the HYDRA lab techs had used to create the illusion of the giant octopus attacking New York; in the confusion of the battle, the creature had mysteriously disappeared, and the area it had ravaged had returned to normal.
Noting the large "H" on the front of the clothes the man wore, as well as the uniforms of the assailants, it was clear that HYDRA was responsible for this assault. But why? Iron Man and Thor stood debating this for a moment. It didn't make sense; while HYDRA and the Avengers were on opposite sides of the law, neither had any long-standing grudges which would merit such an unprovoked assault.
Captain America looked up from YJ's inert form, and noticed something wrong with their group. Someone was missing.
"Where's the Wasp??"
To be continued...
Set around the time of Avengers #162... Our story so far: The sinister Dr. Mamba, aided by Sabretooth and a collection of other super-villains, has captured the Wasp. Their reasons for this act remain a mystery to the Avengers. For Janet Van Dyne, however, their rationale will become all too clear, soon...
Mamba responded to the Supreme Hydra's inquiry with his usual directness. "Yes, the experiments are going very well, but it is still early. I shall keep you apprised of our progress. Mamba out." He turned, having dealt with the bureaucracy for another day, and returned to the work he loved.
In the center of the lab, a large underwater chamber had been constructed, filled with water kept constant at body temperature. Within the middle of this tank, the Wasp drifted. An extra-large air tank floated behind her, fulfilling its role of aqua lung while stabilizing the position of the Wasp's body in the water by releasing or adding oxygen. The Wasp herself had little freedom; her wrists and ankles were held within strong harnesses whose metal bars snaked back to the air tank. She could struggle, but without an anchor point her efforts came to naught. A pair of scuba divers were always in the tank with her, not only as an extra safety measure but also to ensure that no escape was possible. As for her powers, without her cybernetic collar she couldn't call any ants to her, and her shrinking-gas cylinders were safely stored within Dr. Mamba's reinforced safe, along with her personal effects and Avenger tracking beacon, the latter rendered useless by special security measures within the safe.
She was fed air through a standard breathing mask, but the face plate was completely black, leaving her alone with her thoughts and fears. With the water kept at body temperature, all she could tell was that she was floating in some warm medium, and that something was holding her limbs and nullifying her efforts to break free. Occasionally, when her struggles were especially frantic and she felt herself begin to slip free, hands would appear out of the abyss to hold her firmly, nullifying any kinetic momentum she may have built up until she was motionless again, her already-limited energy reserves further drained in another thwarted escape attempt.
She could feel tiny spider-like objects moving along her, moving in exact patterns, as if taking measurements. The slight pricks of their metallic legs on her body was the only outside sensation she was receiving. Unfortunately for her, the costume she had been wearing at the time of her capture was a particularly revealing one, a skintight jumpsuit design which left her back completely bare and much of her cleavage and midriff exposed; along the sides of her body, circles of flesh alternated with chain loops which connected the costume together. It left little protection for her body, and even in those areas which were covered, she could feel the spider probes' legs as they navigated her body, creating the very uncomfortable feeling of having spiders crawling along her body. She could do little but squirm within the limited freedom of motion she had, hardly distracting them from their business.
Occasionally one of the things would stop, and she would feel a sting as her skin was penetrated by a needle, though whether to inject something in or take something out, she couldn't tell. Above all, she was trying to figure out who was doing this to her, and why; in the chaos of the fight, she hadn't had time to take careful notice of the HYDRA operatives, and none of Sabretooth's team wore obvious identifying symbols. Given her current situation, though, it was unlikely that additional information would be forthcoming. She asked questions into the mouthpiece of her mask, not knowing if anyone would hear: "Who are you? Why are you doing this to me? What do you want??" Unbeknownst to her, her pleas did little more than fill Dr. Mamba's lab with her calls, which merely informed him that he was on the right path and encouraged him to greater effort.
The first tests Mamba had his robotic spider probes do was a basic physical profile, including an assortment of exact body measurements. These yielded the expected results: the Wasp was a normal, healthy woman in the prime of life, with no visible defects. Next, her physiological makeup was examined, specifically for those factors which may account for her ability to shrink and de-shrink without ill effect. These were more interesting to Mamba; yes, it was clear that at some point in time, the Wasp's genetic patterning had been altered considerably to allow her to shrink as she did. He would need to study the results more carefully to see if his plans could come to fruition. But he needed more information...
The exam climaxed with an exploration of her reproductive system. Using a pair or mechanical arms which extended into the tank, Dr. Mamba moved a final instrument towards her; this was a wand-shaped device with a single, moving tentacle at the tip. He maneuvered the end of the device until it was in place between her thighs, then activated it.
First, a mini-laser in the device fired, carefully burning away the fabric of the costume between her legs without touching her skin. Then, slowly, the tentacle began to wriggle and extend itself from the wand base, its tip brushing the sensitive skin of her now-exposed inner thigh, and began to work its way through her pubic hair to its destination. "What is that??" Janet wondered, as what felt like an anemone's arm slid near her vagina. As it continued onward and began to ease its way into her body, Wasp shouted "No! Stop!" and summoned up all of her strength and strained against the restraints holding her, trying to escape this invasion. "Subject putting up considerable resistance in response to final probe, as expected" Mamba reported into a recording device. "But no danger of subject breaking free. Within the matrix which she finds herself, there can be only one possible outcome-" A huge plume of air bubbles rose from the Wasp's respirator as the tentacle finally slid into her and went about its work, "- submission."
After a satisfactory inventory of her overall system, the probe gently wound its way into her womb, collecting a few of the eggs within. Secured as she was, her efforts to squirm and dislodge it were doomed to fail, even with the added strength of desperation as she felt the alien presence moving inside her. Finally, the probe withdrew to just outside her, and began to stroke her most sensitive pleasure zones. Held as she was, she could do little as her body began to betray her, and gradually the Wasp's body began to spasm in time to the probe's touch. "Remarkable," said Dr. Mamba, as the audio coming from the Wasp's mouthpiece began to resonate with small cries and moans. "Her pleasure capacity appears to be quite amazing. Even after the ordeal she has been through, her response to sexual stimuli remains well above-average." He then withdrew the probe, and her body subsided. As she came back under control, her emotions were mixed with anger, that anyone would dare violate her in such a way, and fear: no villain had ever done such things to her...what else was in store for her? She didn't want to wait and find out, but her current circumstances left her little choice. She was at her captors mercy, and she knew it, knowledge which filled her with dread.
One of his assistants approached, and after bowing deferentially, said "With all due respect, sir...I understand the value of these tests, but, why don't we brainwash her, as we did with Crystalline? With the proper conditioning, she would be a valuable addition to Sabretooth's group."
"It would be an interesting exercise. However, she has already been promised to a third party. The Supreme Hydra believes that an alliance with this, ah, individual will yield benefits far in excess of anything the Wasp could give, even with her mind altered to a more, ah, sympathetic attitude. As long as she is without permanent damage when we are done with her, we have a free hand."
Mamba frowned as the results of the computer's analysis began to appear on the screen. To his dismay, it appeared that the subatomic changes to her body could not be replicated on others without disrupting their molecular structure, causing death. While they had been given much of Dr. Pym's research notes from the period where he had make his breakthroughs on shrinking, the section on the exact formulae used were excluded; apparently, Yellowjacket had considered it too sensitive to dictate to paper. It would take them months to duplicate his work, time they simply did not have...even a group with HYDRA's resources could not keep her location hidden from the Avengers forever.
HYDRA's dreams of producing an army of men with all the powers of Yellowjacket and the Wasp appeared dead. However, Mamba reflected, it may still be possible to salvage some use out of her yet. As he stared at the now-limp form of the Wasp in the holding tank, then at the printouts before him, a plan began to form.
They would need to find another way of reproducing her genetic patterns. From the data in front of him, Dr. Mamba knew that the key was in that word, "reproduction." While they couldn't mass-apply the shrinking power to others, she could be bred, and her child would have the same capabilities as the Wasp... and such a child could be raised by HYDRA,controlled and manipulated from birth, resulting in an operative with unquestioned loyalty.
It at least seemed worth a try.
As he looked down the list of prospective male contributors, he smiled as his eyes settled down on one name. Yes, this one's genetic patterning was nearly optimal to maximize the powers of such a child, and he would be quite well motivated to enact revenge on a member of the Avengers.
"HYDRA Agent Three"...
Janet Van Dyne moaned softly as consciousness slowly returned to her. She felt as if she had been asleep for a week, and it was with great effort that she half-opened her eyes, to see that she was back in her quarters at Avenger's Mansion. She closed her eyes again, and drew the sheets around her contentedly. As she moved her body, in the back of her mind it registered that she had been sleeping nude, which was somewhat odd for her...but nothing to get alarmed about.
She didn't know how much longer she slept, but when she was next awakened, it was by the door to her room opening. Still drowsy, she again half-opened her eyes to see who had come in, and smiled to herself as she saw that it was Yellowjacket, in full costume. She didn't resist as he walked to the bed and began to pull on the sheets from below, and she let them go as they were taken from her.
He smiled menacingly as the sheets slid away, revealing the prize beneath. She had a model's body, emphasizing femininity over strength, and now all of her considerable attributes were bare and open to view. Her breasts were not overly large, but formed a perfect unison of curves and sway which seemed to beg to be touched. In the fashion world, her toned body had served her well, but here, kept naked and captive, it only emphasized her sensuality and fired his blood. The drugs which were keeping her in a stupor weren't especially strong, he knew, so he had to act quickly before she grasped the reality of the situation.
He removed the bottom part of his uniform, his already-hard cock springing free, while leaving the top and mask in place. Sliding onto the bed, then on top of her, he kissed her hard and felt her excitement begin as he reached up and palmed one breast, his hard grasp engulfing it's softness. Her breathing began to accelerate, and she reached down to caress his cock, which enlarged even more under her ministrations. She then moved her hands to the bottom of his shirt, lifting it up and off him. As she reached up for the mask, he suddenly thrust downward and penetrated her.
His member settled inside her, and he grunted in satisfaction while placing his hands against the mattress for support. He rose up his upper body, then began to move powerfully in and out of her with animalistic power. As he rose off her, she finally succeeded in removing his mask. What she saw shocked her, even in her half-drugged state.
The man wasn't Hank.
For a moment, the shock of the experience caused the fog in her mind to subside somewhat, and she saw an opportunity to escape, perhaps, through the slightly ajar door at the far side of the chamber. But then he thrust again into her, and her own sensuality worked against her, dulling her thoughts as the sensations charging through her body crashed into her brain. Summoning up all her strength, she thought what she had to do: "Ohhhh...get him off first, then through the door to get help. Uhhhh...simple..."
She ran her hands across his chest, looking for a place to anchor her hands in order to push him off. She was surprised at the hard muscles which met her roaming fingers, different in many ways from that of Hank, the only other man she had touched in such a way; she couldn't help but let her fingers linger for an extra moment. Her palms settled against his chest and she pushed upwards with all her might, a moan of "UGGGHHHH!" came forth from her lips. But it was no use; her strength was not nearly the equal of Agent Three, and he smiled in satisfaction as he appreciated the futility of her efforts, and continued to pump in and out of her.
She felt his member gradually beginning to swell within her, and she knew she had to try something else quickly. She moved her hands around his back and grasped his shoulders from behind, trying to lift him off her in this way. Again, though, she failed, her hands barely large enough to curl around his huge shoulders. Also, the sweat coming off his body was making his flesh increasingly slippery, and she couldn't maintain a tight grip on him. As her hands had moved, the space between them disappeared, and she had no choice but to surrender her breasts as he pressed into her, their softness confined in a prison of hard muscle and flesh.
Her hands slid down to his hips, where they attempted to disrupt the powerful pumping rhythm he had developed with hers, again without success. To her horror, she realized she had done nothing but excite him as her hands roamed his body, and to an observer her movements must appear those not of a captive, but of a lover. Yet she could do nothing else as the proximity of his maleness impinged on her consciousness again, making it difficult to think.
Her hands came to rest on his hips, her resistance spent for the moment. The strong motion of his thrusts was transferred through her hands to her upper body, and now her entire form was sliding and in motion with each powerful movement into her. He lowered himself slightly so that each thrust into her now also caused him to touch her clitoris. She started to writhe as wave after wave of pleasure began to pulsate through her body...
Will the Wasp find a way to break free, or will she succumb to the plans Dr. Mamba has laid for her? Alas, we must wait and see, for the time has come for those dreaded words...
To be continued...
HYDRA's plans for the Wasp are beginning to become clear: to have her give birth to a super-powered child who could be molded into whatever they chose. As we rejoin our story, it appears that the Wasp's struggles to prevent this from happening are failing...
"No...must...resist...unhhhh..." she thought, but her flesh betrayed her, and she opened wider and wider with each rush of sensation. Then the moment of no return came. "OhhhhhIEEEEEAHHHH!" she screamed as his seed exploded forth into her and powered through. She was too lost in the depths of sensual ecstasy to offer any resistance as he came again and again, his potent sperm guaranteeing successful impregnation of the Wasp. As the hormones racing through her body began to recede, and a state of awareness returned, she realized that he was standing above her, holding some kind of surgical mask. As soon as he saw her eyes widen in comprehension, he placed the mask over her face and held it there. She panicked as she smelled a strange gas being pumped into the mask, gradually robbing her of consciousness. "No! Stop! Let me go!" she pleaded, even knowing he would not, but unable to help herself as she began to succumb. In desperation, she wrapped both of her hands around the arm holding the mask on her, but her strength was again no match for his.
She was trying to hold her breath, but there was no other source of oxygen; she couldn't help but breathe in some of the gas. To accelerate the process, he reached down with his free hand and placed it against her chest, then pushed down slowly, forcing her to empty her lungs. Then he let go, and the gas-laced air rushed in to fill her. He repeated this bellows-like procedure a number of times, feeling her slipping away a bit more with each repetition. Her arms continued to work on freeing her from the mask, until she realized what he was doing. She tried to move one hand down to stop him, but it was too late. Her struggles waned, then ceased as the gas did its work. As her arms fell away and her eyelids began to close, her last vision was of the grinning face of her taker.
Though she didn't know it yet, from this moment on, her fate had already been pre-determined...
After the successful mating of the Wasp, the HYDRA team went to work on her. She was given treatments to rapidly accelerate the development of the new fetus growing in her, ensuring that it would take only one month from conception to birth. The nutritional needs of the developing child were still normal, but highly concentrated; no matter how much the Wasp ate and drank, she still continuously felt weak and feeble.
As she felt her already-large belly and felt the kicks of the child within, she knew that its development was far too rapid to be normal. The incredible needs of the fetus drawing off her body made her own hunger and thirst almost insatiable, and she was unable to refuse the food she was given, even though she guessed, correctly, that they contained the additions which were accelerating the child's development. Though she tried to resist, to hold out, every time her body's yearnings would overwhelm her, and the process would continue according to HYDRA's plans. She was little more than a brood mare to them, she knew, but they had planned too well, and she was kept too groggy and weak to formulate any effective counter-plan. Her only hope was that the Avengers, and Yellowjacket, would locate and rescue her.
Despite the Avengers considerable concern for her disappearance, the past month had been the busiest in their history. Whenever it seemed that they might be able to mount some form of search for her, a crisis requiring their attention would come up. Only much later would they discover that most of these were orchestrated by HYDRA specifically to keep them busy.
For Henry Pym, the Wasp's absence was especially distracting. Without his wife's support, Yellowjacket was becoming increasingly unhinged, his already compulsive personality becoming even more obsessive as he tried to find out what had happened to the Wasp. After her impregnation, HYDRA would occasionally send segments of live video feed of the Wasp in her cell to the Avengers via untraceable satellite routing. She was naked and obviously pregnant; unaware of who was watching her, but quite aware that she was being used and controlled, she looked up pleadingly at the camera, hoping against hope that someone might come to her aid. In his increasingly unbalanced state, however, Yellowjacket saw her gaze as one of guilt and remorse, causing him to wildly speculate about who had impregnated her, and why she had chosen another over him to father her child.
Things finally came to a head during an Avengers team meeting...
"I'm going after her! And nothing you say can change my mind!" shouted Yellowjacket, while Iron Man tried to reason with him: "Hank, alone, you don't have nearly the chance of finding her that we do, working together. From what we've seen, she's obviously alive, and-"
"Pregnant!" interrupted YJ. "With another man's child! Who knows what else is happening to her!?! I'm tired of waiting! You can all play world-saver if you want, but I've got more important things to do! I've got to know why...why she would..."
The Scarlet Witch reached out to him, trying to comfort him. "Hank, we're all concerned, but sometimes things aren't as they seem. Please, just let us-"
"NO! I'm going after her!!" And with that, Yellowjacket stormed out of the conference room. Within a moment, he was flying off for his and Jan's apartment, to begin his plan to find her.
And so, against his fellow Avengers' advice, Yellowjacket went off on his own, seeking a break in the curtain of secrecy which had descended around the Wasp. He would prove woefully unsuccessful. However, it did serve HYDRA's plan, insofar as it separated him from the Avengers, and it was only a matter of time before Yellowjacket would blunder into one of their traps for him. Their personality analysis of him indicated that while he was a genius at science, he didn't have much "street-smarts" about him. When they sent him a contact with a possible lead, it was only a matter of time before he followed up on it...and into their clutches.
The trap sprung shut in an abandoned alley. His contact had never shown up, but after waiting for a few moments, YJ was about to leave when a pair of dark figures entered the alley. "You there!" he shouted out, "Is one of you the person I'm supposed to meet?" The figures raised their arms, and a pair of drugged darts sailed through the air, to strike home in Yellowjacket's body. As the drug in the darts raced through his system and his legs began to buckle, he heard the figures above him speak. "Not as difficult as we thought." "No, but we expected him to walk into the trap, and he failed to disappoint."
"Yes." One of them grasped YJ's head and forced him to look at him. "Oh, Dr. Pym, our interrogators will have a busy time extracting your secrets. And now that we have you, once the Wasp has given birth, we can give her over to her new owner."
Pym reached up a hand to try to grasp one of the men, but unconsciousness was already upon him, and he could only moan "Jannnnn...." as the HYDRA operatives loaded him into their van, for transportation to HYDRA headquarters.
Even as Yellowjacket was being prepped for HYDRA's mind probes, the Wasp was sealed inside a birthing machine, her limbs securely fastened down as the HYDRA physicians around her stimulated her body, ensuring the fastest possible birth. Judging from the screams which filled the chamber, it was obvious that her comfort was of minimal concern to them.
Dr. Mamba looked in. According to the instrument panel in front of him, the child was ready for life outside the womb, and his power levels were already greater than that of the Wasp and Yellowjacket combined. "Yes," he said to himself, "She has served her purpose well. Now we must ensure she cannot be used for this by our enemies... fortunately, the Supreme HYDRA's plan should make this all but inevitable."
As the newborn's cries echoed through the chamber, he saw that the Wasp had fallen unconscious from the strain. As he left, he heard the child's sounds being eclipsed by the shouts of "Hail HYDRA" echoing through the room.
When the Wasp came to, she found herself encased in a white cocoon made of a kind of tight fiber mesh, making movement impossible. Her head was the only part left uncovered, though her hair had been drawn back and tucked under a surgical cap. Steel pins, aligned so as to keep her head strictly immobile, were placed along the top of the table where she had been placed. Exhausted, she did not have the strength to do more than wiggle for a couple of moments before deciding to rest and try to recover her strength. She quickly lost consciousness again.
She was awakened by the sounds of conversation in the room...whoever they were, they were not near, as she couldn't make out any words. But then, she heard footsteps coming near...though, they sounded heavier than any normal human, and had a strange metallic sound to them when they came down. She could do nothing but wait as they approached.
When the footsteps stopped next to her and she could see the face of their maker, her feeling of anticipation mixed with dread was replaced by pure fear.
"Oh, no! NO! Not...you!!!" she cried, as the sight of the robotic face before her chilled her to the bone.
"Hello...'mother.'" intoned the cold voice of Ultron.
As he lifted her from the platform, she tried desperately to escape, but it was hopeless. With her securely in hand, Ultron nodded to the HYDRA men in the chamber. A flip of a switch, and the roof of the room opened wide. As Ultron's jets fired and lifted he and the Wasp into the night sky, the only sound louder than their blasts were the screams of the Wasp. As Ultron accelerated, the G-forces rapidly accumulated, and Janet Van Dyne was mercifully forced by the pressure to black out. Ultron carried his now-limp captive away, to their collective destiny...