Wanda Cross The Omniverse, part 1

The multiverse was truly infinite. The combined collection of every being’s choices, in every possible combination, mixed with the sheer ineffable chaos of the universe meant that anything and everything was possible across the infinite plane of existence.

If a person, over the course of their day, faced five binary choices, then their individual choices would create over twenty alternate realities. Then multiply that by eight billion humans. Then add on all the various creatures that had a reasonable amount of sentience and sapience to make a choice or interact with beings that could make choices. Then take each of these possible sequences and mix and match them together. And that was one planet in the universe for one twenty-four hour period. An infinitesimally small group in the grand scheme of things, but from that infinitesimal speck would come forth an unfathomably large number of alternate realities. Yes, many of these variants would be mundane or would be difficult to decipher any differences from a casual glance, but they were different universes, timelines, and realities all the same.

And that was before you reached the edge (or what counted for an edge in the infinite expanse of the multiverse) of reality where things got really weird. Like, Earth’s dominant species were bipedal cephalopods that had seven biological sexes and replaced all other life on Earth with bio-mechanical reptile hybrids that were both animals and vehicles/appliances levels of weird.

And now, Wanda Maximoff had full access to this sea of infinite chaos.

While Zatanna and MJ concerned themselves with more mundane manners (though that wasn’t to say Wanda didn’t also have mundane obsessions of her own…) Wanda looked beyond the veil and asked the question… what if?

“Ugh. A corny, **** reference to my home series?” Wanda chided herself. “I have been hanging around Rob too much. His sense of humour is starting to rub off on me…”

No, Wanda had already been experimenting with altering the timeline of this world. Not affecting Rob’s choices, making him zig where he would normally zag, but essentially dragging him or a copy of him to different points in time and seeing him wield his power in new, unfamiliar surroundings. But that was one timestream in one world. She was growing beyond curious of what the myriad variants of her beloved Master were doing elsewhere and elsewhen.

Amidst the infinite morass that surrounded her there had to be billions or trillions of realities where Rob still found the lamp, made his wishes, and altered the world to his liking. What choices and life experiences of his had changed in the moments leading up to claiming the lamp, though? How fundamentally different could the man she love be and what fundamental differences would that make in his wishes and desires?

Well, there was really only one way to find out and the multiverse wasn’t getting any smaller anytime soon. So, one quiet day, Wanda made her decision and escaped the surly bonds of linear reality, her body dissipating as it became one with the cosmos and transcended it, taking her to some other reality where Rob wielded unimaginable power and twisted things to fit his perverted desire.

From Rob’s home reality, Wanda ended up at a nexus point, the sole being of an endless white void, where stained-glass windows flitted about her, the panes being crafted from the essence of existence itself. No matter how small or large each individual pane was, the images played out on them at one-thousand times speed, depicting the arc of their reality. In her first five seconds in the void, Wanda counted at least twelve-million windows each carrying at least a dozen unique segments. Even for her that was quite a lot, so she quickly decided to separate the wheat from the chaff.

Exerting her formidable will, Wanda scattered away any windows that lacked a universe Rob existed in, attracting ones that did have her beloved. Then, she filtered further, excising the universes where Rob led a mundane or unfortunate life, but, much to her surprise, this did not winnow the number down at all. Wanda looked on in shock before extending her presence as far across the myriad realities as possible. She touched billions upon trillions upon countless universes, all with Rob in them, and every single Rob Daily variant somehow came into supernatural power and leveraged it to obtain a harem of beautiful women.

Wanda was stunned by this revelation, that her Master and his lust was a constant among numerous realities (any number was a small number compared to infinity, but from a non-infinite standpoint, the amount of these Rob-centric realities was staggering!). Her surprise abetted quickly, though, as she could feel that same impossible lust Rob possessed resonating from these splintered universes, filling her with such pleasure and joy.

But still, how did Rob Daily become this constant amongst the multiverse? Wanda pondered for a moment before shrugging. A question for another day. She was here to have some fun, and so she began to scan the reality windows and their segments for her first universal jump. The segments played a series of indecipherable images filled with a mix of emotion. Twitching fingers reaching out, Wanda slowly brought her hand to a large segment of one reality window that not only radiated lust, but sheer dominance and plenty of cruelty.

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In a heartbeat, Wanda found herself in New York City, though not the one she knew. The city was crowded as always, but immediately Wanda - incorporeal and invisible - saw the first, stark difference. The women - every woman eighteen years or older - were dressed in the barest, meanest of clothing possible, when they weren’t totally nude. Wispy, translucent dresses, flimsy bikini tops, sheer bodysuits, every woman was baring their lewd, erotic bodies with slavish, vapid smiles on their faces. Combined with the fact that most were wearing accessories like collars or leashes, being led about by burly, handsome men, and Wanda was beginning to understand the “gimmick” of this universe.

And her hunch was clinched when Wanda saw the Statue of Liberty, though Lady Liberty was far different in this universe. A busty, curvaceous body held in a tight, saucy maid uniform, the statue wore a sultry, seductive look, and instead of holding a torch proudly, she carried a feather duster in a mincing, wholly sexual pose.

In this world, Rob had gone full misogynist and made it so women were and always were nothing more than chattel to be owned and used by all cultures across history, magic and technology being used to brainwash them and hold them blissfully captive. The Statue of Submission here was still a gift from France (which would explain the outfit) and was commissioned after America helped put down the French Revolution, in this timeline being a failed feminist uprising in the early 1900s that led to America asserting itself culturally across the globe, quashing nascent feminist and equalist movements and reinforcing female slavery as the one truth of this world.

But Rob was still an all-powerful, all-loving man in this world with a colossal harem of beauties who adored him and that was all Wanda cared about. Already possessing a small misogynist streak in her native reality, this Rob was hardened by heartbreak and depression before he made his wish, and now ruled as a heartless corporate executive that developed and sold the modern brainwashing technology ubiquitous across this cruel world.

Now, not only were women brainless sex objects, but they did ninety percent of the work necessary to keep society running, all so their beloved male masters could live in the lap of luxury. And, of course, it wouldn’t be a Rob Daily world without it being populated by his beloved fictional women, now mindless slaves of his harem and enforcers of his twisted will.

Admiring this Rob’s handiwork, Wanda noticed a commotion in Times Square. An nude yet uncollared woman was fighting her way through the crowds before the masses became aware of her presence, rushing away from her and cringing from her touch as if she carried an infectious disease. And, evidently, in this world, that was what she was viewed as.

“Uncollared! Uncollared!”

“Don’t touch her, honey. You don’t want to catch her free will!”

“We need help! Oh, where are those stupid police bimbos when you need them?”

The woman, wide-eyed and panicking, darted about the world’s busiest intersection, **** for a way out and thankful the crowds were giving her the right of way. But, unfortunately for her, there was no escape for a woman in this world, and especially not when men like Rob were in charge.

“Have no fear citizens! Your favourite busty hero fucktoy is here!”

Touching down from out of nowhere with such velocity and **** was Wonder Woman. Once a champion of truth, justice, and the female way, in this world, she was just like every other woman - a piece of sexual property. Rob’s sexual property, specifically, which made Wanda smile to see.

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“Look! It’s Wonder Bitch!”

“She’ll save us from the terrors of female free will!”

Diana’s morals had been forcibly transformed to fit this twisted world, as had her body, with her massive hanging breasts that covered her stomach, her oiled bronze skin ripped and bristling with muscles, making her the ultimate combination of power and sensuality. On her exaggerated frame, she wore very little, nothing more than star-shaped pasties covering her nipples and a dangerously thin skirt that could double as a belt, plus the prerequisite towering platform heels. This was Rob’s world, after all.

And then, after making her dramatic entrance to save the day, Wonder Bitch posed from the crowd. Flexing her muscles, smiling and cooling, while also shaking her tits and ass to the adoration of the citizens, even as the startled woman began to make her escape once more. Wonder Bitch was less a hero or icon and more a product, meant to advertise the ultimate fate of women in this world while also entertaining and titillating the public. But that did not mean her target would escape her.

After letting the crowd get their fill of her form, Wonder Bitch darted off, as fast as lightning, overtaking the fleeing fugitive and seizing her in one hand, effortlessly lifting her up as the woman struggled against the ironclad grip of Wonder Bitch.

“Yeah! Fucking kill her, Bitch!”

“Rip her stupid head off!”

Diana just chuckled and shook her head.

“Now, now, inflicting grievous damage to a woman, even a feral, is a serious offence. They’re valuable commodities and should be treated as such.” Wonder Bitch chided the crowd in a bubbly, singsong voice, as she held the terrified woman up and paraded her prize up for the crowd. “Besides, it’s not her fault. We all know women are immensely stupid creatures, and feral women are especially so. Why, they’re so stupid they don’t know they're totally inferior to our male masters.”

“Let me go! Let me go! You’ll never take me back!” The woman shrieked, earning a raucous round of laughter from the leering crowd. Diana gave her a patronizing smile before throwing her to the ground.

Before the woman could gather her wits, Wonder Bitch took out a length of golden rope, fashioned it into a lasso, and threw the loop over the woman, snaring her by the torso and pinning her arms to her sides.

“There! My Lasso of Submission will keep her in a totally docile state while I transport her back to a re-education facility.”

Proving her point, the woman was about to scream once more, only for the words to come out as a dull-sound “Bwuuuuh….”. Her mouth went slack, eyes going wide with her pupils dilating, before a stupid, dopey smile came to her face, the rebellion in the woman totally snuffed out as her body went limp and lifeless. By the time Wonder Bitch reeled in her prize, the woman was drooling and giggling and utterly blissed out.

The crowd broke out into applause, even as another woman accompanied by a camera crew broke through the throngs, beelining for Wonder Bitch.

“Wonder Bitch! Wonder Bitch! Lois Lane for Fucktoy News!” The reporter woman said in a hurried breath, a manic grin over her face as she drank in Diana’s ludicrously lewd body. “I have a pile of goo for brains and my opinions are worthless, but the boys still like to put me on camera and whore myself out. Would you like to have hot lesbian sex while all these studs jerk it to our bodies?”

“Very tempting, Miss Lane, but I have to get this naughty girl to a re-education centre.” Diana said, hosting the captive woman over her shoulder like a sack of flour. “Plus, whenever I capture a criminal, my pussy gets all hot and gushy and I just need my Master’s cock to fill me up nice and good!”

With that, Wonder Bitch took to the air, her job complete and no doubt soon returning to her loving Master to receive a well-deserved reward for enforcing his values on the world and it’s people.

Wand did admit she found a sick thrill in such over-the-top misogyny, at least when it was handcrafted by Rob Daily. The cherry on top of it being taking such an icon of feminism and female empowerment and turning her into the cheery, smiling enforcer for his regime. Perhaps her Rob would be inclined to do such a thing to their Wonder Woman.

Regardless, Wanda had her fill of this universe and had many, many more for her to see. As quick as she arrived, Wanda returned to the nexus and then dove into the myriad of realities rules and mastered by her Master.

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From the hustle and bustle of New York City to the sun- and sandblasted ruins of another metropolis. Wreckage and ruin stretch as far as Wanda’s eyes could see them. An apocalyptic event had struck this world, destroying society and civilization. Whether this was a result of this world’s Rob’s wishes or power were irrelevant to Wanda and her interests.

What was relevant was Rob’s use of power. Contrasting the last universe, he had struck a different tack with this one, as Rob Daily was literally the last man on Earth. Despite this accomplishment, Rob and his harem were one of the few sources of power and stability in the wasteland that was the Earth, a lush Eden amidst the burning sands and wreckage. And the paradise he created was open to all women who came, so long as they submitted themselves to him and his whims.

(And, yes, in this scenario, with a distinct number’s disadvantage, it would make more sense to keep Rob captive and in good health and simply milk his sperm, but Wanda assumed this was another concession brought about whatever created this world).

Dozens of women crowded together, just outside the gates of Rob’s territory. The contrast between the two were incredibly stark, between the cultivated paradise and the desert hellscape but also between the survivors - worn and weary, bedraggled in rags and scraps - and Rob’s faithful - clean and immaculate, resplendent in their robes of white and gold.

Beyond the gates that separate paradise from hell, before the lush green and majestic spires that had been cultivated and created for Rob and his harem, the man himself loomed large over the collective survivors, resting on a throne atop a glimmered stepped pyramid. Despite the apocalypse, he was as robust and rotund as ever, waited on hand and foot by a handful of serving girls in thin, white dresses. At the base of the pyramid, a row of muscular women in gleaming golden armour protected their god, while at the halfway point, Rob’s priestesses delivered their sermon to the hopeful women.

With a wry smile, Wanda noted that while all the members of Rob’s harem were the fictional beauties he truly loved, the crowd cowering before him were a mix of fictional women and real women, and the latter even being a mix of celebrities and other public figures with ordinary, unknown women.

“You have come here seeking paradise, seeking the protection and bounty of our one, true Master.” High Priestess Palutena boomed to the crowd. Once a goddess, she had now found purpose serving and worshipping a true god.

“You have come because our Master rules over paradise.” Grand Inquisitor Sally Whitemane said. “And you crave a piece of his paradise.”

“You’ve come ‘cause you’re fucked otherwise.” Holy Knight Captain Mirko put forth in a crude manner with a condescending smirk. “You rejected the Master in the old world but here, he rules!”

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“We have food and water for all.” Palutena picked up again, her voice magically magnified to reach the farthest edge of the mass of refugees. It boomed like a thunderclap but was as sweet as summer’s rains. “We have shelter. We have medicine. We even have creature comforts of the old world. We have this and much more and we are willing to share it with you.”

“But our Master teaches that paradise only comes from sacrifice.” Sally Whitemane added, voice no less powerful, but her tone clipped and cool. “To enter his realm, you may never leave again. You may not contact others unless explicitly permitted to. You will be required to work in order to upkeep and uphold his realm. And you must follow any other laws our Master so deigns to place upon us.”

With another smirk, Mirko added, “You’ll obey his every whim. You’ll offer your mind, soul, and body to him. Especially your bodies…”

The crowd of women began to shudder. They began to huff. They began to sweat, stir, groan, twitch, and sway. Wanda could very clearly see the magic lacing the words of the three priestesses, influencing the minds of the **** women, cloud their judgment and setting their libido ablaze. Rob did not believe in half measures. He also believed in having his partners be wet, willing, compliant, and wholly submissive. A truism across his variants, it would seem.

With a grand gesture to the sky, Palutena intoned, “Who will accept our Master’s law and our Master’s love and join our glorious sisterhood, serving away in the paradise he built from the ashes of the old world!?”

Palutena’s magically-enhanced voices washed over the crowd, the flow sweeping them from their feet, while the ebb dragged them toward Rob’s all-encompassing embrace. Broken and hollowed-eyed, trembling at heaven’s doorstep before the overwhelming might and majesty of it all, they looked paralyzed with fear and trepidation.

Then Adora, the heroine She-Ra, threw herself to the head of the throng, falling to her knees and praying to Rob. “I will! I’ll obey!”

“I’ll do anything, Master!” Busty Soul Reaper Rangiku came next, also coming to her knees. “Anything for your luxury and protection!”

“Me too! Yes! I beg of you!” Cried Barbara, the idol of Mondstadt.

The dam broke and the flood of women rushed forward, all begging for protection and proclaiming their willingness to serve and obey. The three priestesses nodded and smiled in satisfaction, as they summoned lesser clerics to come forth. They came in pairs, one carrying an ewer while the others wielded a phallic-shaped water vessel.

“Then accept his blessings and join our sisterhood! So that may serve and rebuild a better world!”

Upon their knees with their mouths wide open and heads jutting forth, one-by-one the women accepted their holy ointments, as the vessels were dipped into the ewers, ewers full of Rob’s thick, luscious cum. The new converts slurped and sucked down the semen from the phalluses as it was offered, cooing and moaning in delight as they ingested their new Master’s holy essence, knowing that their hardships were over and that paradise was before them.

Wanda rubbed her loins at it all. It was wonderfully lewd and twisted, this cult that Rob had founded, but Wanda was more turned on by the unmitigated love Rob received from his gaggle of followers. Being the only man alive and ruling over this ruined world, she saw his harem was numbering in the hundred, nearing the thousand mark. He had already begun to bless his disciples with children and it surely would not be long before all of humanity’s remnants lived under his rule.

A magnificent and spectacular world, wasteland or not, and it got Wanda excited for what awaited next…

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It's Wanda In The Multiverse of... Lewdness? Rob-ness? Something or other along those lines. I think it goes without saying that I had a lot of fun exploring these alternate realities and coming up with them. Not going to say if there will be many more multiverse shenanigans beyond these two chapters, but it was fun while it lasted.