A Widow's Legacy Ch. 05

Falling from the sky the Widows' rickety Helicopter dropped like a rock; rotors barely spinning as it crashed down onto the pad below. Landing gear failing the metal support frame shattered beneath the crumpled carcass; breaking its fall as it finally came to rest.

Shoving aside the buckled door Yelena stumbled out of the aircraft to look at her new surroundings. Stood atop a skyscraper, beneath them metropolis spread out towards the sea where the sun was now setting. In awe of these colourful streets, the Blonde Widow stared out toward the horizon:

"Welcome to Madripoor."

Stepping alongside her, Natasha was more sceptical at the glowing hive of criminal activity.

"So... vaut's the plan?"

"Find my contact and negotiate for information."

Yelena raised an eyebrow:

"Even though we have no money or leverage and you don't know who dis person is??"

"Basically."

"That's a shit plan."

Natasha shrugged, zipping up her sister's favourite green vest before stepping down from the pad:

"Hence the switcheroo. As for finding them... this is the tallest tower in High Town; where else would the 'Powerbroker' live??"

"Nice landing."

As if on cue a stranger sharply greeted the Widows, approaching from a nearby doorway. Glancing at the destroyed helicopter strewn across the helipad, the girl gave them an unimpressed look:

"I've been asked to take you to the Powerbroker."

Eying the stranger suspiciously, Yelena appraised this new opponent:

The young woman before them was not at all what you would expect of an 'evil' henchman. The short, mixed-race tomboy was practically cute; buoyant red curls framing a round face speckled with freckles. Smiling widely Yelena was even tempted to smile back. And yet there was something dark behind those big brown eyes; something sinister:

"And you are?"

"Karli Morgenthau." Natasha replied when the child did not respond. Intel suggested this teenager was some sort of freedom fighter, not the Powerbroker's lackey. But that told the Widow two things: 1. Clearly Ms. Morgenthau was not as innocent as she appeared... And 2. The Powerbroker was adept at bending the will of others...

"You know it's rude not to introduce yourself?"

The girl just smirked: "Whatever you say; Fanny Longbottom..."

Mocking the redhead, Karli didn't bother to confirm or deny her own identity as she gestured toward the doorway:

"This way."

"Fanny Longbottom?" Yelena murmured: "What are you 12??" "

It's a cover..."

"Subtle."

Natasha shook her head wearily: "I didn't choose it..."

Leading them down into the skyscraper Natasha and Yelena followed, both Widows prepared for an ambush from their mysterious host; all too aware this was a risky gambit. Entering the penthouse through elaborate sliding doors, Natasha was stunned by the expensive decor, her usual cool mystique evaporating into childlike wonder; staring at the works of art adorning every wall.

"These look so real..."

Stopping to examine a large oil painting the other two women turned back.

"They are real," Karli chuckled darkly, stepping sideways through a neon portal. Looking to her sister, Yelena nodded:

"Half the art in the Louvre is fake; dealers like this steal and replace them with copies they sell on to wealthy collectors."

"No wayyy!"

Staring at the painting once more, Natasha scrutinised the heavy strokes; bending over to examine Monet's signature in the corner of the frame.

"Nothing in this world is real..." Yelena muttered gravely, her gaze falling onto the redhead's behind; full curves over-stretching the sheer white fabric:

"Come on; don't blow our cover!"

Rising once more Natasha shrugged. Following her sister's lead, the redhead tugged at the tight black straps around her crotch; adjusting the suit as she got back into character as the Black Widow.

Stepping into a huge sitting room with views over the dark city below Yelena whistled; impressed by all this undisguised opulence. Ignoring the ill-gotten wealth and power on display Natasha finally spotted their host; the beautiful woman calmly preparing drinks as they approached:

"Boz Moi..."

"Nice to see you Romanoff." Sharon Carter replied dryly.

Stepping around the bar the former-SHIELD Agent strode forward to greet them. Dressed in beautiful black designer garb, the blonde woman had a renewed confidence; her heels clacking as she crossed the open space that belonged to her. Smiling coldly, she offered Natasha a drink. Refusing to take it from her Sharon shrugged, instead handing the glass to her stunned sister:

"And you must be the famous Yelena Belova; the Red Room's 'best' Assassin." Sharon chuckled: "I'm betting your ledger must be dripping red?"

"Wow..." Yelena replied sarcastically to Natasha: "She's kind of the worst huh??"

"So, you abandoned the West??" Natasha asked; amazed by the blonde woman's transformation. Somehow the former SHIELD agent had very quickly climbed the criminal ladder.

Walking over to a sitting area with views over Madripoor, the three women each had a seat. Taking her own position Karli stood behind the couch, guarding the Powerbroker.

Sharon shrugged: "America abandoned me... the Avengers abandoned me..." Shooting Natasha an accusatory glance, Sharon took a sip from her drink:

"My own family don't know where I am..."

Yelena raised an eyebrow:

"Really? You'd think the niece of the famous 'Margaret Carter' would get bailed out??"

Glowering back at the insolent blonde Sharon shook her head; ever since her previous incestuous encounter with 'Aunt Peggy' she didn't exactly like being reminded of her relation. She had after all, moved to Madripoor for a fresh start:

"Like you two can judge! I'm guessing what you have isnt exactly kosher. A family affair??"

Glancing over at each other the two Widows blushed; Sharon studying their reaction closely.

Put on the backfoot by her old opponent, Natasha quickly changed the subject:

"Carter I need your help-"

"-I don't owe you Romanoff; if anything you owe me!"

"We just want information," Natasha continued on valiantly: "My sister has... impulse control issues."

Watching Yelena shoot Natasha an annoyed glance, Sharon chuckled darkly:

"Oh, I know all about the Red Room. The Chemical enhancements, the subjugation... I hear Hill gave the whole Widow program a very sexy overhaul."

Hearing that dreaded name Natasha's eyes widened:

"Maria?! You're saying Maria Hill runs the Red Room?!"

"You didn't know?" Sharon exclaimed delightedly: "Your old Mistress is back in business!"

Glancing between the two former lovers turned enemies Yelena blinked: one a vision of herself, the other keen to subjugate her. Mystified, the blonde downed her drink as the redhead continued:

"But we broke her..."

Sharon shook her head:

"You really think that little Sokovian Bitch could take down the ultimate Mistress??" The blonde snorted derisively: "Hell Maria was the one who set me up in Madripoor!"

"So, you're just another one of her pawns?" Natasha shook her head: "No wonder you 'Broker' power; instead of wielding it..."

"She's playing the long game Romanoff. And from the sounds of it she's still pulling your strings..."

Unwilling to deal with the larger implications of this conversation Yelena rudely interrupted:

"Who cares? We just want to know who's creating the serum for the Red Room??"

Leaning back into her cushy seat, Sharon smiled languidly:

"Again; why should I tell you anything?" Gesticulating to the luxury all around them she boasted proudly:

"I have everything I could want..."

Glaring at Sharon, the young blonde Widow jumped up from her seat; standing over this so called Powerbroker:

"Because if you don't I'll beat the information out of you."

Sipping her champagne Sharon nodded solemnly:

"You're right; I'm no match for a 'Widow'..."

Grasping Yelena from behind Karli twisted the blonde's arm up her back; effectively pinning her. Attempting to flip the bodyguard Yelena frowned; struggling in Karli's surprisingly powerful grip.

Standing up Sharon smirked at the pair:

"My friend here is more than a match however. You see, she's chemically enhanced too..."

Strutting around her prize, Sharon ran her gaze up and down the young blonde; taking in those pert round curves wrapped in a junior Widow suit. This slut could be the prize of her collection...

"You can't just punch your way out of every problem Belova," Sharon explained, goading the impudent girl before her:

"Big sis could have told you that... So, what are you willing to trade??"

"What do you think??" Natasha interrupted. Leaning back in her chair the redhead arched alluringly, presenting herself to the Powerbroker's hungry gaze:

"Now whose a poser?" Yelena muttered sarcastically.

Looking down on her former sub, Sharon was unimpressed:

"I have all the whores I want in Madripoor. And you're old news Romanoff," stepping into Yelena's personal space, Sharon ran her thumb over the girl's luscious pink lips, enjoying the blonde's defiant reaction: "I want the new model..."

"Not her," Natasha stated flatly; standing to confront Sharon once more. Seeing her sister come to her defence Yelena blinked, her defiant facade momentarily flickering; genuinely moved by this futile gesture.

Crossing her arms Sharon shrugged: "Then we don't have a deal."

Yelena shook her head, looking to Natasha: "It's fine; I can do this sestra!!"

Holding her gaze the two Widows connected in that moment; each recognising their willingness to sacrifice for the other:

"Are you sure?"

Yelena nodded sheepishly before looking to Sharon.

Enjoying this sordid negotiation Sharon beamed: she was finally back on top! To fuck with Romanoff's baby in front of her?? Such tantalising torture was just too juicy to resist:

"Who knows Belova? Maybe you'll like it; Natasha always did..."

Clearing her throat awkwardly Karli interjected, cutting through the rising tension:

"Should I take Romanoff outside until you're done??"

"No..." Sharon proclaimed smugly: "I want her to watch."

Leaning forward the dark blonde captured Yelena's mouth in a possessive kiss; sealing their sordid deal.

Taken by surprise Yelena reluctantly accepted Sharon's lips as they moved against her own; at least this was according to plan... Feeling the Powerbrokers' hands start to wander however the blonde shivered; unable to slap those presumptuous hands away with Karli still holding her in place.

Watching on the redhead felt powerless; her would-be sibling caught in a lesbian sandwich. Practically mauled by Sharon's hungry lips; the privileged former CIA agent took Yelena as she had taken Natasha so many times before. Feeling guilty the redhead began to pace. Could she really let this happen??

"Delicious!"

Peeling away Sharon smacked her lips: "Mmmmm!!! Impressive for a newbie; but I'm guessing whoring runs in the family?"

Watching the girl scowl back at her Sharon just laughed, pleased to get a rise from the assassin turned whore. Nodding to her bodyguard, Karli reluctantly released Yelena; having secretly enjoyed the heat of being pressed up against her.

Finally free of the armlock Yelena massaged her shoulder gratefully. Of course, Natasha knew Sharon's game; giving Yelena the illusion of control and making her watch as it was quickly taken away; this was textbook Maria Hill.

"You know what? Kiss Romanoff."

"What?!" Natasha and Yelena responded in unison; both matching the other's horror.

"Go on;" Sharon replied slyly, taking a seat before the two Widows; "It will amuse me..."

"But we can't-"

"-why?" Sharon replied carelessly: "It's not like you're really sisters, right??"

Glowering Natasha bit her lip, nodding to Yelena:

"She's right... Let's just get this over with."

Mouths sealing together once more, unlike the kiss with Sharon their connection was gentle; Yelena enjoying this moment of passion amidst their ongoing humiliation. Confused by her own desires, Natasha held the girl to her, reluctantly allowing the young blonde to deepen their connection.

Watching on Sharon scrutinised this incestuous embrace; attempting to read into each Widow's semi-incestuous desires. But something else was wrong here... she just couldn't put her finger on it...

Sucking Natasha's plump lower lip, Yelena nipped at oh-so soft flesh. Feeling overwhelmed Natasha attempted to part, looking to Sharon for acceptance. Unsatisfied however the Powerbroker leant forward, instructing her Widows:

"More."

Sensing that familiar stirring in her own loins, Yelena felt compelled to follow the woman's demands. Grasping her sister's braids, the girl captured Natasha's mouth, taking the older Widow by surprise. Gasping, Natasha felt the girl's tongue exploring her teeth before delving deeper still.

Feeling a hand slide up her inner thigh Natasha blinked, remembering Yelena's compulsive desires and their dangerous consequences. These suspicions were confirmed as the same presumptuous fingers squeezed her behind. Natasha blanched, eyes widening:

"Nnngh!"

Hearing her sister groan into the kiss Yelena finally regained her senses, remembering that she needed to preserve their cover:

"Ahh!"

Biting down on her lip Yelena hissed, shoving the fake blonde away:

"What the hell?" Wiping her sore mouth Yelena glared.

"That's enough," Natasha replied strongly.

"Woah lovebirds! Aren't you supposed to be sisters?!"

Looking over at Natasha the Powerbroker shook her head mockingly:

"What would Wanda think?!"

"You don't know me or her!" Yelena growled, balling her hands into fists.

"Sure I don't! Pretending to have principles whilst fucking every woman you meet!? That's very Romanoff jnr."

Looking to the other Widow, Yelena clenched her jaw as Natasha bowed her head, refusing to meet her gaze.

"Vaut do you want?!"

Dark brown eyes turning cold, Sharon rose from her seat once more. Advancing menacingly on the young woman the Spy did not stop until the back of Yelena's thighs collided with the couch. Shoving her onto the cushions the Powerbroker growled:

"I 'want' to teach a mouthy little Russian 'Suka' what her mouth is really good for."

Grimacing Yelena remembered why she was here; ironically if she wanted to overcome the lustful urges that drove her, first she might just have to use them to satisfy this loathsome woman. Nodding slowly, she stared back into Sharon's oh-so detestable gaze, speaking through gritted teeth:

"Your vish is my command..."

Hearing that familiar sarcastic tone Sharon cocked her head. That was easy... she expected more resistance from the overconfident young Widow.

Leaning forward Sharon took hold of the blonde's chin possessively; eying those pouting pink lips. Unable to hold herself back anymore, she caught that cute Russian mouth in a deep, searing kiss. Body's rolling together, their curves locked as Yelena finally gave in to her fate.

Standing awkwardly behind them Natasha bit her lip; was she really expected to watch as her rival took her sister?! Turning away the redhead crossed her arms in denial and stared out over Madripoor's skyline. Karli meanwhile enjoyed the boss' show; wishing she could join in as the two enemies made out. Forgetting her own guard duties as the hormonal teenager's hand slipped into her khakis.

Determined to hold her own in this rough embrace, Yelena returned fire; her tongue tangling with Sharon's as she balled her dirty blonde hair. Tasting each other, the two women wrapped together on the couch Sharon taking Yelena further than girl would have ever gone before.

Not breaking the kiss, Sharon bit into the girl's plump flesh vindictively whilst her hands wound behind the Widow's back, taking advantage of her distraction. Finger's gliding over the tight white fabric of her suit she descended teasingly around her ribs.

Lips separating with a loud wet smack, Sharon couldn't resist diving downward to nestle her face in the nape of Yelena's neck showering kiss after kiss on perfect white flesh; just as Natasha liked... Looking back at the redhead she winked before returning to her prize. Feeling the girl swoon Sharon revelled in her dominance, hands sliding all over this Blonde Widow's hourglass figure before asserting herself once more:

Standing back Sharon put her hands on her hips; instructing the girl coldly: "Belt."

Unable to intercede the redhead watched as Yelena dutifully unfastened the dark blonde's pants, Sharon waiting patiently for the girl to wriggle the loose black fabric over her wide hips before unveiling her behind to the waiting audience. Momentarily drawn in, Natasha tore her gaze away whilst over her shoulder Karli took in her boss' heart-shaped ass with undisguised awe. Still facing Sharon, the blonde swallowed hard; the Powerbroker controlling every woman in the room.

"Down."

Nodding Yelena bit her tongue, once again following instructions. Reversing their poisons, Sharon perched on the edge of her couch whilst Yelena knelt before her.

Spreading her thighs Sharon spoke expectantly: "I think you know what I want."

Nodding Yelena crawled forward, the blonde slipping between Sharon's open legs as Natasha watched on. Helplessly.

Staring back at them, Sharon looked from the surprisingly calm blonde between her thighs and the nervous redhead behind; confused by this unlikely reversal in temperament. Holding the Widow's gaze however she pushed down on the top of Yelena's head; drawing the girl toward her waiting crotch to punish her watching sibling. Disgusted by this dominant display Natasha was unsure where to look; should she witness this, or turn away? Either way the Sharon had all the power.

Placing gloved hands-on Sharon's thighs, Yelena ran her fingers up the woman's smooth legs until they brushed the blonde's luxurious knickers. Hooking into the lace she looked up at Sharon awaiting her approval.

Delighted, Sharon lifted her svelte behind, allowing Yelena to tug down her skimpy underwear, using her fingers to slide the lacy black fabric over long slender limbs. Seeing this belligerent child act so painfully subservient, Sharon held her breath in anticipation, already dripping wet when the Widow returned to her core.

Leaning in the blonde kissed the inside of Sharon's thigh, moving closer to her target as if on autopilot. Reaching the perfect folds of the older woman's sex, Yelena suppressed her frustration, bending to the will of a lesser woman in the hope of some redemption.

Sharon was surprised however when Yelena expertly flicked out her tongue, swiping at her swollen lips. Gathering a sweet helping of her rich taste, she opened her mouth wide to encapsulate the full, firm peach before her, taking another long lick of Sharon's pussy:

"Wow," Sharon moaned, eying the redhead opposite as Yelena ran her tongue up towards her clit:

"They train you girls well in the Red Room huh??"

Scowling back, Natasha saw the dark, lustful joy plastered on the Powerbroker's face as the self-righteous woman once again got what she wanted:

"Mmmm...lil sis is quite the rug muncher..."

Sharon sighed; even in her lustful dreams she'd never imagined every Widow would be so good at oral, Yelena's little tongue sliding over her core with a skill and grace only years of practice could afford... Sharon groaned as the girl moved back up and down several times, opening her slick entrance with her mouth before delving further inside her pussy.

Getting past her initial distaste Yelena started to eat with earnest, determined to please the infuriating woman and complete her latest 'sub-mission'. Lapping with precision, the blonde intentionally rolled her tongue over Sharon's swollen lower lips, moving up only to swipe lightly at her clit.

Not content to receive anything but the fullest-service, Sharon clutched Yelena's face with her thighs; pulling the girl in. Bracing against the couch, Yelena moaned as the Powerbroker used her tight braids to steer her aim; ensuring the blonde never strayed from her meal.