Wanda Cross The Omniverse, part 2

In the next world she visited, Wanda found a Rob who came into his powers later in life, in his fifties instead of his thirties. Either due to this difference in age or some other quirk of fate, this world’s Rob went all-in on his desire to enslave and plough younger women; women not half his age, but a third his age. Barely legal teenaged fucksluts not yet old enough to drink yet old enough to slurp down his cum.

To that end, Rob had created and popularized a surgery that would rewind a woman to the prime of her life, restoring their youth and vitality and locking them into a perfect, idealized body that was perpetual eighteen, nineteen, twenty, or twenty-one years of age. So prevalent was this surgery that older women were pressured into having it, to the point that it was rare to find a woman over fifty that looked the part. But women of all ages happily went under the knife for the procedure, to remain young and beautiful and perfect forever.

And all these women took part in the surgery despite it’s known side effects, namely it altered their brain chemistry to make them far more submissive and horny as well as giving them a preference for older men.

It was colloquially known as the Brat surgery and it led to a world populated by young sluts - slender or busty; demure sweet things or vapid bimbos - and their “daddies”, older men that were handsome, dignified, and wealthy.

And in this world, no man was more handsome, more dignified, or more wealthy than Rob Daily (so, just the same Wanda’s native reality, naturally). He wore his age well, as he did his carriage, and stood out even amongst the crowded city streets full of daddies and brats. Rob was world famous for having the largest harem of brats, but today he was out and about with just one.

“Thanks for the new titties, daddie!” Cassi Cain cheered as her absurd F-cup breast swayed beneath her lycra bodysuit. Her big, plastic bust was accompanied by an equally large, bolted-on ass, large enough to rest a champagne magnum on top of. “I know you liked my slender, naughty bod, but these are fun too, aren’t they?”

In this world, Cassandra Cain was never raised to be a living weapon, nor did she ever become Batgirl. Instead, she was a perfectly normal girl. It’s just that for her, “normal girl” meant being a hypersexual trophy slut, conditioned and brainwashed into blissful compliance.

“Damn right they are, Cassi.” Rob eagerly agreed, one hand reaching over to squeeze his eighteen-year old’s new assets. His fingers sank into them like memory foam, not stiff silicon; such advancements in plastic surgery were necessary in this world. “And they’ll look even better tonight when I take you to the club to show you off.”

“Oh, yay!” Cassi cheered, even as a moan escaped her black-painted lips. “I can’t wait for Steph and Barbi to see them. They’re totally gonna freak out! I love you, daddy!”

Wanda smiled as she floated away, lingering just long enough to watch Rob and Cassi kiss. It was good to know that Rob’s fatherly love and kindness persisted across the infinite expanse of reality. That he was always finding troubled young women and giving them the happiness and love they deserved. As powerful and all-encompassing as his lust was (and as admirable and wonderful as Wanda found them), there was more to Rob - all Robs - than just that.

He was a man worthy of the power that had been bestowed on him in multiple lives, multiple realities, and Wanda still had more to see and find.

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In the next world, Rob had gone full-on supervillain, conquering large swaths of the world and enslaving all in his path - man or woman, real or fictional. Styling himself after a comic book tyrant - a little Doctor Doom, a little Darkseid - the iron-fisted conqueror Master D was ruthless and unyielding in his path to power, scheming and warring by day, only to retreat to his fortress and the comfort of his harem come evenfall.

More than half the world had fallen under his sway, brainwashed into blissful compliance, and that half happily tuned in to the evening new every evening, per the instructions of their one true Master.

“Hello fellow slaves, this is Lois Lane, the sole voice of truth by dictum of the Master.” Blank-faced and chipped, Lois droned through the news at an emotionless clip, staring emptily into the cameras and into the homes of slaves worldwide. “I am a precious **** in the Master’s harem and serve as his herald. His voice is my voice. His will is my will. I shall now provide you the one truth of the world, Master’s truth, so sit back, relax, and let the mind-scrambling signal do it’s work. Viewership of this program is compulsory and refusal to watch will be met by punishment.

“The war against the unwashed masses who resist our Master’s glory continues, with fierce fighting on the American east coast and throughout central Europe. The Master has ordered his Furies deployed to both fronts. Once they were the heroes of the rebels, now, they’re power and beauty shall be used to bring them to heel.

“Today, the Master announced that the mobile Slut-Engine will be arriving in recently conquered Beijing, China. He fully intends to convert millions of Chinese into submissive serving women for his pleasure. He also updated his preferred gender ratio, now declaring it to be eighty-twenty in favour of women. If you are ever in the district a Slut-Engine is parked and selected to be converted, you must comply. If you wish to comply of your own accord, contact your district’s Baroness and provide your information. Those who wish to be altered into a perfect feminine form will earn the Master’s gratitude, for women can serve better than men.

“Finally, it is Mother’s Day this weekend. All citizens are required to spend the day sexually pleasuring their mother or their spouse who is a mother. If you yourself are a mother, then it is recommended you take your fertility pills so you may provide Master with many more slaves in the future.”

Then, still carrying the same blank expression, Lois pulled out two ten-inch dildos from nowhere, brandishing them to the camera.

“That is all the news that we worthless slaves are fit to hear. For the remainder of the broadcast, I will be masturbating with these lifecast dildos of our Master’s cock. Citizens at home are required to watch the broadcast until completion. Citizens at home are all required to masturbate while I masturbate, thinking of how much better your life is as Master’s ****. Glory to Master D. Thank you for putting humanity in it’s rightful place.”

Wanda “changed the channel” as it were not long after Lois squatted down, fucking her cunt with one sex toy while deepthroating another. And all across the world, billions of mindless slaves did as she did, rubbing their clits or stroking their cocks, all in glory and submission of the man who ruled them.

“Glory to Master D” indeed…

But then, by contrast, the next world Wanda hopped to had Rob playing superhero. Adopting a Superman-esque physique, Rob had united the Avengers, Justice League, X-Women, and various distant solo heroes together under one team. He served as leader, but rarely went out into the field, preferring to serve as coordinator and strategist from their base. Together, he and his legion of heroines defended the Earth from all manner of threats, both internal and external.

Rob himself was very much an unknown to the world, shunning the spotlight and shunting it onto his team. Wonder Woman, Captain Marvel, and all the rest were known worldwide as icons and saviours. True heroes. Beloved by the public and cherished for their strength and nobility. As a knock-on effect, having such strong women in the public consciousness furthered feminism and equality, the heroine’s presence being a soft power that altered how society perceived women in roles of power and leadership.

But, while millions of women cheered on their heroines, they were ignorant of the truth behind the scenes. Rob did not make these wishes out of pure altruism. Rob loved superheroines and he lusted after superheroines. Even with his love for all fictional women, his love for the women of DC and Marvel was especially potent (as Wanda herself could attest) and in this world, it seemed it was an all-encompassing obsession for him.

So, while his Champions valiantly saved the day time after time, appearing as pillars of virtue in the eye of the public, idols and role models for girls and women everywhere, strong, audacious and cunning women who accept no crap from anyone and always save the day with a smile on their faces….

But behind closed doors they will be nothing more than airheaded bimbo whore who serves a man's every whim as his hedonistic sex slaves fucktoys. No standards, no limits, no decency.

Only boundless sex, orgies and obedience.

Wanda watched with giddy thrill as Captain Marvel made her way to Rob’s control center, the lantern jawed, buffed version of her Master surrounded by monitors that replayed the day’s events - the Captain stopping a runaway truck from steamrolling through a crowd of people - and the public’s reaction, cheers and adulation for their heroine.

“I love Captain Marvel! I’ve wanted to be just like her since I was ten!” This world’s Kamala Khan declared into the camera, proudly wearing her Captain Marvel merch. Rob smirked at her as the Captain slinked over to him in her fuck-me pumps and a parody of her costume.

“She’s cute isn’t she, Cap?” Rob said to the blonde bombshell, as he climbed into his lap, grinding her crotch against his. “Mmmm, yeah… maybe we should recruit her for the program. Power her up, train her up, and then slut her up. Give you a hot little fucktoy sidekick for all the Indian and Pakistani girls to idolize?”

“I don’t give a shit about that.” Carol grunt, flat and abruptly. She continued to grind against Rob before sliding from his lap, falling to her knees at his feet, looking up at him with need and hunger painted painfully across her face. “I just want your cock, Master. I play your games and put on my face for the public, but I only do it because I’m your whore, addicted to your fat cock and your hot, yummy cum~”

Rob cocked his head to the side, grinning down at the powerful heroine prostrating herself before him. “And what would all your fans think if they saw you degrading yourself like a total bimbo before me?”

“Fuck them. Fuck everything.” Carol’s eyes were locked on Rob’s bulge, nuzzling her cheek against it, mewling in a pathetic, submissive manner. “I told you I don’t care about anything but you and your orders, Master. You could march me through the streets in nothing more than my favourite pair of heels and I would do it in a heartbeat.” Groaning, Carol traced the shape of Rob’s sheathed cock with her trembling fingers, then topping herself but doing the same but with the tip of her tongue. “I’m just your obedient fucktoy, Master. And I need you so bad!”

Carol Danvers, a paragon of power in most any world, was reduced to nothing more but a begging whore. And she was reward for how well she fit in her new role, Rob taking out his monster cock and using it, alongside his super strength and super stamina, to fuck Carol silly. Wanda admitted she stayed and watched longer than she had in prior worlds, burning the images into her mind. Part of her hoped her Rob would treat their Carol in such a manner. Such a smug bitch, she needed to be put in her place…

But that would wait for another time. There were still many more worlds and many more Robs for Wanda to see and enjoy.

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There was a world where Rob had transformed himself and many other men into monstrous werebeasts - wolves, boars, lions, tigers, bears (oh my!), deer, bulls, sharks, crocodiles, and numerous other powerful, brutal, domineering alpha beasts. They hunted women like prey and their body fluids and the pheromones which laced their musk turned women into submissive, horny slaves… while also turning lesser men into women, too! Civilization had crumbled here, as well, creating a wild, primitive world ruled by clans of beastmen and their harem of nubile slaves.

There was a world that had descended into a cyberpunk dystopia where corporations ruled everything and everyone with methods both subtle and overt. And Rob lived the high life as the biggest, baddest corpo of them all, plucking women he desired off the street and converting them into his cyborg sexdolls, while peddling entertainment technology that addled the minds of the general public.

There was a world where Rob cast everything into a fantasy world. Steampunk and manapunk blended with classic fantasy, and all drawn through the lens of a total pervert. Elves, dwarves, dragons, nature spirits, elementals, demons, and more. Rob reigned as king of the greatest kingdom, his own piece of utopia, alongside his many beauteous queens and princesses and legions of mages and knights, all of which shared his bed at night. Which was not mention the “diplomacy” he conducted with the many other queens of the world who all wished to earn the favour of the enlightened god-king.

There was a world where Rob was part of a vast, interstellar empire, humans and xenosluts living side-by-side in harmony. There was a world where Rob’s favourite fictional females had their alignments flipped, becoming terrible villainesses that terrorized the world, with him as the hero, brainwashing them for the greater good. There was a world modelled after the age of discovery, a colonizer and raceplay fantasy for that Rob. There was a monster girl world, an Amazon world, a vampire world, a robot and android world, an all-female world…

More and more and infinitely, endlessly more. Wanda popped in and out of all these worlds, shaped and ruled by variants of her beloved, each more wilder and lovelier than the last. But then, after Wanda returned from her hundredth Rob world, returned to the nexus, she found that she was not alone.

The nexus space was occupied by variants of herself, all immediately identifiable by their attire and their signature tiara, all beautiful and cast in scarlet. The other Wandas greeted her as a sister and she returned the gesture. However, while they were all clearly Wanda Maximoffs, none looked like her at all.

“You are not the first of us to obtain omnipotence from our love and explore the infinite expanse.” One Wanda with kinked hair and ebony skin said. “Nor are you the first to gawk at our differences.”

“I did not gawk…” Wanda countered, peevishly. “I’m not gawking!” The black Wanda shrugged, as she gestured to her fellows, whom she seemed more familiar with.

“I hail from a universe where our Rob was quite taken by the jungle fever. He turned most of his harem black and never went back.” Black Wanda said with an amused chuckle.

“My world is much the same, though my Rob contract yellow fever.” An asian Wanda said, possessing the delicate features and elongated eyes of a Japanese woman.

“And in mine, well, you can tell he’s really into furries in mine.” Said Wanda Maxifox, the Scarlet Vixen, which was… Wanda as a anthropomorphic fox woman, obviously.

Wanda, the prime Wanda (our Wanda, if you will), nodded in understanding and turned to the fourth Wanda present. “And you, well, I know your story well. My Rob has revelled in his demonic nature before, too.”

This Wanda grinned, wicked sharp teeth that matched her dark red skin, flaming hair, and great rack of horns. “When he turned Raven? Yeah, I can see the point where our universes branch. My Rob loved his demon form so much he made it permanent and remade the rest of us in his image.” She swished her hips and her tail in time to stress her point.

“But like you, we were granted power by our Master and grew curious of what lay beyond linear reality.” Black Wanda said, motioning to the reality windows around the nexus.

“And we have experienced what you have.” Japanese Wanda added, linking arms with her African counterpart. “The myriad of realities were Rob rules and he has the love and power he deserves.”

“Where he shapes his world to his desires.” Fox Wanda purred.

“And warps it with his lust!” Demon Wanda groaned, licking her lips with a long, black tongue.

“Indeed, sisters, I have seen all you say and more.” Prime Wanda returned to her variants, offering a small bow to the travellers that had carved the footsteps she now followed. “It does my heart well to know that while I take care of my Rob, all other Robs are well-taken care of. That his love and lust is infinite and permeates all. And, I am especially overjoyed to know that other versions of me have found him and his love.” Each variant of herself was lovelier than the last, and Wanda was wondering if - in the future - they could get together again for some “crossover” action.

But pleasure could come later. She had a burning question that needed answering.

“I am curious, though, how and why does every Rob in the vast multiverse come into power and make his dreams come true?”

The four variants looked at one another, a knowing smile coming to their lips and a teasing twinkle sparkling in their eyes. They communicated in silence, Demon Wanda being the only one to speak for the group.

“You have observed many worlds, but you’ve only met a few of your kind. Go out even farther and find more of us.”

Wanda raised an eyebrow. “‘My kind’? ‘Us’ Do you mean, find more Scarlet Witches?”

Demon Wanda gave her another broad, wicked grin.

“Hands. Pillars. Jewels. Spears. Mistresses. Queens. Whatever term you use in your world, find those who wield omnipotence for the Master and have seen beyond the veil.”

Wasting no time, Wanda did just that, travelling beyond the nexus and beyond the reality windows to try and find the other all-powerful goddess slaves Rob had created to fulfill his desire.

There were those who had been empowered by logomancy or chaos magic or the Infinity Stones, like herself and Zatanna and Mary Jane. There were those empowered by other MacGuffins from other franchises. Those ascended due to the workings of infamous fetish devices like the Master PC, the Magic Marker, and the What If? Machine. Still there were those granted power by the genie at the heart of it all, or those who had become djinn in permanent service to their Rob Daily.

Wanda met many more of her variants, alongside other Zatannas and MJs, but they were not the only ones to be empowered by Rob across the multiverse. Others that he held esteem in their harem or those he had yet to conquer, Wanda found twists of fate that had raised others to her position. Wonder Woman, Supergirl, Black Canary, and Lois Lane of DC; Captain Marvel, Jean Grey, Storm, and Kamala Khan from Marvel. There were variants of Daenerys Targaryen, Asami Sato, Queen Elsa, Mercy, Widowmaker, Velvet Crow, Byleth Eisner, Misturu Kirjio, and many, many more were encountered upon Wanda’s path.

And they all told her to continue searching for her answer.

“Why does every Rob reign supreme?”

“Because we made it so.” Answered another variant of Wanda, this one with the Infinity Stones bound to her, embedded into her tiara. Her eyes were as deep and bright as a swirling galaxy. “Because one of us, at one point in time, decided that not just one Rob would taste victory, or many, but all Robs. She stretched her power beyond all limits and empowered every Rob everywhere so that all versions of our beloved would know the happiness of hers.”

The enormity of the answer floored Wanda, bringing tears to her eyes. Of course. She and the others just didn’t love Rob, they loved all Robs and wanted the best for every single one of them. To spread his supreme love and lust across the cosmos and beyond. So that no Rob would go without what they deserved.

“But then, what of my world?” Wanda begged of her divine counterpart. “Is my world one of the original ones? Or one affected by this alteration?”

Goddess Wanda looked at her with those impossible eyes, face neutral. Almost detached.

“Infinity has no end or beginning. It simply is.”

But of course. Wanda was still getting used to the breadth and depth of her power. Why trivialize herself with such little things? All that mattered in the end was that Rob got his way.

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Only seconds had passed in the real world, between when Wanda dived into the multiverse and when she surfaced back again. She felt renewed, invigorated, energized. Or, as much as she could feel those things when infinity dwelled at her fingertips.

Wasting no time, Wanda sped off to find Rob. In actuality, she stood still, as she tugged at the physical world and pulled herself to Rob and where he was. He almost jumped out of his skin when she suddenly appeared out of nowhere (according to his perspective) but settled down when Wanda embraced him with a passionate, loving kiss.

“Not that I mind, but what was that for?” Rob chuckled, smiling down at Wanda, just as she smiled up at him.

“Oh, I just wanted to show you how much we all love you.” She answered. The many Robs across many worlds were enlightening, but she was happy to be back in the arms of hers. Of the only man she would ever love.

“And who's the ‘all’ in this equation?”

“Myself and Zatanna and MJ and all the others. And all the rest beyond them. More than you could possibly imagine. We all love you, Rob Daily.”

To know that she was one part of a greater tapestry of love, lust, and power made Wanda deliriously happy. It also meant that she had work to do, if she wanted her Rob and his world to be as majestic and perfect as the ones she saw.

But that just gave her a goal to reach. And outdo. She wanted to make a world that would floor any multiversal travellers stricken by the same curiosity as her. To raise her Rob to the heights of titans.

Wanda had her scheme, she had her vision, and she had her power. Let the games begin.

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A section of narration was based off of a comment shared by QueenBreaker on the chapter "Rob's World: Date Night with Gwen Stacy", copied almost verbatim from the original comment, but used with permission. Thanks very much, QB!

Original Comment:

In the eye of the public they will be pillars of virtue and protection for the common people, idols and role model for girls and women everywhere, strong, audacious and cunning women who accept no crap from anyone and always save the day with a smile on their faces.

But behind close doors they will be nothing more than airheaded bimbo whore who serves a man's every whim as his hedonistic sex slaves fucktoys. No standards, no limits, no decency.

Only boundless sex, orgies and obedience.

Dialogue based off it:

So, while his Champions valiantly saved the day time after time, appearing as pillars of virtue in the eye of the public, idols and role models for girls and women everywhere, strong, audacious and cunning women who accept no crap from anyone and always save the day with a smile on their faces….

But behind closed doors they will be nothing more than airheaded bimbo whore who serves a man's every whim as his hedonistic sex slaves fucktoys. No standards, no limits, no decency.

Only boundless sex, orgies and obedience.