An Avenger's Consequences

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Moving behind Natasha, Sharon peeled the platinum blonde out of her gown, allowing the light fabric to float down to the floor. Revealing luxurious lingerie, the CIA agent's eyes drank in the voluptuous curves of the Black Widow. Grinning, Sharon slid her fingers under the Ex-Avenger's arms to grasp her glorious breasts, teasing the lace of her strapless green lingerie. Moving downwards, Sharon skimmed over knickers and matching garters; pleased with her reward. Reaching under her own skirt, Sharon tugged a pair of handcuffs from her thigh holster.

Groaning, Natasha didn't resist as the girl grasped her arms, surprised only when she suddenly felt cold steel around her wrists. Twisting to face her obnoxious tormentor, Natasha stared incredulously at the smug blonde:

"What? You thought I'd trust you after last time?"

Natasha grimaced, tugging at her tight restraints.

"Although... It would be hilarious if I delivered you to the CIA like this; all hot and helpless."

Shrugging, Sharon stepped out of her black dress, revealing her own shapely form:

"But I'd rather have you to myself..."

Leading Natasha over to her luxurious bedspread, Sharon perched on the edge of satin sheets, raising an expectant eyebrow:

"I think you know what I want."

Nodding, Natasha knelt before the young agent. All things considered, this was a fair punishment. And given how she had tortured Sharon before, the irony of this reversal of fortune was not lost on the submissive Ex-Avenger.

Sharon parted her thighs invitingly, the implication clear:

Crawling forward, Natasha nestled between the girl's open legs, hands still tied behind her back.

Unfastening her bra, Sharon released her modest chest, the girl's pert globes hanging in front of Natasha's waiting face. Taking the Black Widow's head in her hands, the CIA agent tugged the blonde forward:

Though they weren't quite as impressive as her own, Sharon's breasts were full and pert, and felt wonderful in Natasha's mouth, The Black Widow slipping one nipple between her lips while the girl tweaked the other with her fingers. Tugging on the hard bud with her teeth, Natasha rolled the hardening flesh around her mouth before gently starting to suckle.

Swapping between the two, Natasha kissed her way across to the other nipple, going back and forth, lavishing the girl's chest with glorious lustful attention, licking and sucking in equal measure. Feeling out the CIA girl's response, in the end she even started biting, drawing sharp breaths from her young lover.

Soon it became too much for Sharon, desperate for the revenge she had worked so hard for: Pushing down on the top of the Black Widow's head, Sharon tried to stay calm as those plump wet lips moved between her breasts, slipping over her tight abdomen.

Laying down kiss after kiss, Natasha quickly descended. Remembering she had no hands, Natasha rolled her eyes; she would have to improvise. Taking the hem of Sharon's black knickers between her sharp white teeth, she looked up at the blonde, awaiting her approval.

Delighted, Sharon lifted her svelte behind, allowing Natasha to tug down her skimpy underwear, using only her mouth to slide the lacy black fabric over long slender legs. Seeing the woman that had once fucked her into hysterics doing something so painfully subservient, Sharon held her breath in anticipation, already dripping wet when the Black Widow returned to her core.

Leaning in, the dyed blonde kissed the inside of the girl's thigh as she moved closer to her target. Reaching the perfect folds of the younger woman's sex, Natasha suppressed her frustration; once again bending to the will of a lesser woman.

But the mission was submission.

Tilting her head Natasha expertly flicked out her tongue, swiping at Carter's 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 the girl's pussy.

Closing her eyes, Natasha could imagine the dark, lustful joy plastered on the CIA agent's face, after all; this is what she had wanted all along.

"Mmmm..."

Sharon sighed; even in her lustful dreams she'd never imagined the Black Widow would be so good in this moment, strong tongue sliding over her core with the skill and grace only years of practice could afford. The agent groaned as Natasha 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, Natasha started to eat with earnest, determined to please the infuriating girl and complete her sub-mission. Lapping with precision, Natasha intentionally rolled her tongue over Sharon's swollen lower lips, moving up only to swipe lightly at her clit. Repeating this sensual rhythm, soon the CIA agent's thighs were clutching her face, the girl moaning ecstatically for her to continue: Grasping Natasha's head, Sharon ensured the platinum blonde never strayed from her main course.

Licking deeper and deeper into the agent's snatch, Natasha allowed herself to enjoy the sweet taste of Sharon's warm, rich honey. However tortured, Natasha knew pleasure was her greatest skill; her super power.

Starting a slow, unconscious motion with her hips, Sharon ground her pussy into Natasha's open mouth, loving the feel of those thick red lips stretching over her moist peach, the soft squelch music to her ears. This went on for sometime, Sharon undulating with every squish of Natasha's hot tongue.

Rapidly losing her composure Sharon ran a hand through her own dirty blonde hair. Breathing deeply she leant backward on the bed, full breasts jiggling in the hot air. Staring up at the ceiling, her mouth fell open as pleasure finally enveloped her body.

"Yesss! Unngh Mmmm! Take it you slut!"

Mocking the Ex-Avenger, Natasha concentrated on the task at hand. Feeling Agent Carter redistribute her weight Natasha didn't miss a beat, leaning in to press her face even further between the girl's legs, determined to get her off.

Sharon gasped in pleasure as the Ex-Avenger handled her body expertly. Aggressively devouring her sweet centre, cream spread across Natasha's beautiful face; smearing her lipstick across her cheek. Tongue penetrating the blonde it moved back and forth over and over, curling against her g-spot. Clenching her eyes shut as Natasha stroked her insides, Sharon yelped in delight.

Shuddering as her orgasm built, the CIA agent tangled one hand in Natasha's glossy blonde hair whilst the other tore at the satin sheets. Twitching on her knees, Natasha swallowed dutifully as she was delivered another mouthful of cream, wishing she had the strength to pull away from her obnoxious tormentor.

Seeing the Black Widow between her legs, Sharon felt an unparalleled sense of achievement, the blonde's head bobbing between her thighs, determined green eyes staring back at her even as she gulped down mouthfuls of her tangy nectar. Denying the hungry slut no longer, Sharon felt the release of victory:

First the girl's svelt body flexed; pulling Natasha further in before reverberating out; her mouth inundated with a pressurised burst of cream. Hitting the back of her throat, the Ex-Avenger took her medicine.

Boasting ecstatically, Sharon yelled down at her sub:

"T-They're not missions you know! Mmm-not anymore. She's using you just like I'm using you nnH-Now! Ugh! And one day she'll have used you up! Unnngh!! Or set you up..."

Blinking angrily, Natasha scowled into the girl's hot pussy, swallowing another generous burst of cream along with her boiling frustration.

Feeling those sharp white teeth against her nethers, Sharon knew she had struck a nerve; but she was still determined to do more damage. Bending her knees, Sharon arched her back, flexing up off the bed and literally bending over backwards to get her revenge:

"Lick-Unngh! Lick my asshole you SHIELD Ssslut!!"

Mouth already embedded in Sharon's pussy, in seconds her face was smeared between the girl's tight cheeks, Natasha barely having time to register the change before she felt the tight crinkle of Sharon's sphincter being pressed against her plump lips. Aware she had no choice, Natasha sealed her mouth around the blonde's starfish and rolled her tongue deep into the crevasse.

Driving Sharon crazy, the blonde was soon thrusting her hips forward into the other woman's face, using Natasha's beautiful features to massage her wet nethers while her tongue swirled around the CIA agent's asshole.

Licking her up and down, Natasha massaged the hollow of Sharon's anus as her tongue rolled upward. Not yet delving inside, she leant forward and placed a gentle kiss on the delicate flesh. Going further, her tongue circled around the rim of the CIA Agent's asshole.

Watching Natasha's blonde head disappear, Sharon almost came again, suppressing the urge only to prolong the Ex-Avenger's humiliation. Gasping with unrestrained joy, the CIA agent relaxed into the woman's mouth, getting off on the utter subservience of this supposed 'Avenger' giving her the perfect rim job.

Breathing in the Sharon's intense heat, Natasha let that pressure envelope her tongue with each penetration. Snaking the muscle in an out of the CIA agent, each gentle invasion tickled the girl to no end, while reminding Natasha how far she had fallen.

Pulses reverberating up through her asshole, Natasha strummed nerves Sharon didn't know she had, eyes watering as those lips sealed around her tight pucker, Natasha's hot breath rushing into her exposed colon:

"AHHHHH!"

Unable to hold it off any longer, Sharon screamed in ecstasy, eyelids fluttering as another orgasm cascaded though her system.

Feeling hot cream drizzle over her face, Natasha instinctively moved upward to the main course; latching onto the girl's swollen peach once more; licking her pussy clean as Sharon collapsed back down onto the bed.

"Mmmm thank you..." Sharon murmured, basking in her glorious afterglow as the Ex-Avenger dutifully cleaned her up:

"Of course... I should thank you really. Thats why you failed me isn't it?? Your twisted idea of protection."

Staying silent, Natasha concentrated on massaging the CIA agent's hot core with gentle swipes of her tongue, sliding over wet folds.

"Or was it so I wouldn't become a submissive slut like you??"

Irritated, Natasha finally snapped:

"OWww!"

Flinching, Sharon gasped as Natasha nipped her clit between sharp white teeth, instantly bringing the CIA agent back to reality:

"What the hell?!"

Sitting up to stare incredulously at her pussy eater, Sharon was surprised when the Ex-Avenger rose determinedly from between her thighs, resentment blaring from the other woman's eyes:

"Who's really deluding themselves Carter??"

"I'm sorry?!"

"You didn't cum because I batted my eyelashes at you!"

"No I came because of you and Hill's messed up mind games!"

Natasha shook her head:

"You looked up to me back then, cos I reminded you of someone: The famous Peggy Carter. The woman that changed the intelligence industry. Your hero, right??"

Sharon's eyes narrowed:

"What about her?!"

Climbing onto the bed, Natasha leant over the other woman, replying slowly:

"You want to know the truth?! She was a slut: just, like, me."

For several seconds they stared back at each other, genuine hatred resonating between the two blondes before Sharon finally spoke:

"Tell me Agent Romanoff, do you remember what I keep under my pillow??"

Moving, Sharon rounded on the handcuffed woman.

Natasha nodded slowly.

"Admit that you were lying and I won't have to reacquaint you."

In that moment Natasha knew she had a choice: leave and maintain some dignity. Or stand her ground and face further humiliation. Something compelled her to stand her ground:

"Who do you think trained Hill?" Natasha purred, glaring back at the girl, "Peggy Carter practically invented sexual espionage."

Pouncing on the bound blonde, Sharon gripped short platinum locks, yanking back Natasha's hair.

Scowling, Sharon suppressed the information she knew to be true. Tugging even harder, the Ex-Avenger bent backwards painfully, the CIA agent enjoying pressing her naked body against that glorious curvaceous form before holding her threat aloft:

"Remember this old thing??"

Seeing the offending vibrator, Natasha bit her lip: just as Sharon turned it on.

Buzzing in her hand, Sharon, moved the phallus over smooth skin, reverberations giving the Ex-Avenger goosebumps.

Sliding downward Sharon ran it past Natasha's navel, skimming over her knickers before disappearing between tense thighs.

Feeling that delicious pressure descend between her legs, Natasha concentrated hard on not reacting to the incessant vibrations that began to course through her nethers.

Lightly pressed against her pussy, Sharon ran the shaking tip round and around Natasha's clothed slit, drawing shuddering breaths from the Ex-Avenger as she wound the woman up.

Quivering in Sharon's arm, Natasha held her stance, eyes watering as her cruel tormentor increased the pressure, running the plastic shaft back and forth between her legs till she could hide her ecstasy no longer:

"Nnnngh..."

Moaning weakly, Natasha felt her hips begin to gyrate, unconsciously grinding her pussy against the teasing shaft, Sharon playing her like a violin.

Enjoying each moan, each flex against her abdomen, Sharon smiled darkly, holding the length of her toy against Natasha's increasingly hot core:

"Ex-Soviet, Ex-SHIELD, Ex-Avenger. The trifecta, triple X!" Sharon laughed: "You were made to be a whore!!"

The tip disappearing into Natasha, simultaneously the shaft rubbed against hard clit, sending throbbing heat through her tingling core:

"Ahhhh! Ugggh! Ugh!!"

Unable to resist any longer, Natasha groaned, the chain of her cufflinks rattling as she bucked in Sharon's arms.

Waiting until the Black Widow was on the verge of a major orgasm, finally Sharon relented, reducing the pressure on the other woman's cunt, Natasha crying out in frustration. Repeatedly drawing the Ex-Avenger in with her talented stimulations, soon Natasha was left weeping in utter desperation, sagging in the CIA agent's tight grip.

Shoving Natasha forward, the platinum blonde fell face first onto the bed, arms still pinned behind her back. Winded, Natasha gasped for breath, her face buried in silken sheets as her tormentor took advantage:

"Admit that you were lying and I'll give you a reward for your honesty!" Sharon spat spitefully, running a hand up Natasha's back till she could squeeze the woman's elevated rump:

"Lie to me again, and I'll punish you."

Groaning deeply Natasha squeezed her eyes shut; ultimately the only lie would be to tell Sharon what she wanted to hear. But more than that, for once she wanted not to give in; even if that meant suffering this delusional girl's wrath:

"Mmm... If your Aunt had been in my position that day-Ugh! Unnh... S-she wouldn't have been soft on you. Not like I was!"

Eyes glistening, Sharon glared down at the other woman, considering what she had learned; So the rumours had been true, Aunt Peggy was the reason behind all of this: the slut at the heart of SHIELD.

For a moment Sharon was torn; her Aunt's legacy In doubt. But Peggy Cater hadn't been a victim, not like Natasha, she had been empowered, just like Sharon was now! Not some sub, but a top whom had used her strengths to take control: Just like Sharon would now:

"Oh yeah?"

Tugging away Natasha's knickers, Sharon traced her fingers over the twin swells of the Ex-Avenger's magnificent ass, still rising up to meet her:

"I'm really, really going to enjoy this..."

Sliding the vibrator up the inside of Natasha's thigh, the spy hissed as it once again connected with her swollen pussy, this time delving between wet lips:

"I am not inferior to Aunt Peggy! Or you or Hill!!" Sharon yelled insistently before murmuring to herself: "I can follow in her footsteps..."

Pressing the vibrator up into Natasha's crotch, Sharon watched lustfully as the Black Widow undulated in place, all the while dousing the phallus in the blonde's red hot juices. Busy lips vibrating around the unyielding shaft, her cream dripped over the hard plastic surface.

"Say it!"

"Ugh! Uggh! Ummmm..."

Natasha shook her head, moaning desperately in response as she was cruelly masturbated by the delusional CIA agent:

"H-Hill replaced Peggy-UGH! buh-but you failed our test! Mmmmm... And you're not even half the woman she was!"

Pulling away the vibrator, Sharon scowled as the mewling Ex-Avenger shuddered before her. Filled with impotent rage, the beautiful blonde leant over the infamous bottom, growling into her ear:

"I'm gonna shove this so far up your ass you'll taste it in your throat! When I'm done you'll have to shit this thing out!"

Gripping the toy, Sharon tugged apart Natasha's poised ass cheeks. Refusing to wait any longer, Sharon pressed the bulbous head against the platinum blonde's anus:

Natasha bit her lip, struggling to resist as her well used behind swallowed the smooth device, groaning as she was filled once more; had she wanted this? Invited this?? Closing her eyes, Natasha gave in to the dull vibrations coursing through her bowels: each wave tingling her deepest and most depraved nerves.

Sharon watched in genuine amazement as the same dildo she had once struggled to take in her own behind disappeared into Natasha's rectum with ease. For all the rumours she'd heard, nothing was quite like watching the Ex-Avenger take a cock in her ass, years of training and flexibility allowing her body to deal with stretching and internal pressure that would make most women faint. But not the Black Widow; for her it was the most natural state.

Almost unconsciously flipping the vibrator to its maximum setting, Sharon gasped in delight as the increased power caused distinct ripples to form across those swollen white cheeks, spreading outwards. Perfectly rounded globes undulating uncontrollably, Natasha's sumptuous flesh jiggled hypnotically before the blonde's captivated eyes. But giving the Black Widow what she so obviously wanted was not the plan:

Whining as the vibrator was withdrawn, Natasha held still, waiting for another pump that never came. Frozen for what felt like minutes, the tip of the phallus tingling her backdoor, Natasha realised it would never come; Sharon was teasing her, holding the vibrator just out of reach. Once again they were at an impasse.

"Come on Romanoff... You know you want it."

Eyes moistening, Natasha rose silently, lifting her head from the mattress to balance on her knees.

Smiling wickedly, Sharon watched as the once proud Avenger did the unthinkable, shifting back on her haunches to spear herself onto the erect dildo. Waiting until the Black Widow had fed the vibrator back into her own hungry ass, Sharon finally responded:

"After all this time you still can't bring yourself to believe it can you?!" the blonde laughed, finally working the toy back and forth with her arm as she mocked the trussed-up spy: "You're not on some secret mission! You're just a horny bitch she sells to the highest bidder!!"

Twisting the shaft in place, Sharon felt a little redundant, her cruelty barely affecting Natasha's well-trained sphincter. Of course she had known she couldn't ruin Natasha's ass; more powerful women had tried. But if she could ruin the Ex-Avenger's spirit...

Struggling to balance on her knees, Natasha had no choice but to push back against the vibrator just to stay upright; at least that was how she rationalised yet another submission.

Attempting to up the pressure, her left hand disappeared between Natasha's thighs, strumming her sopping pussy:

"Does it keep you up at night?!" Sharon spat, pumping the vibrator over and over: "Knowing half the world wants a slice of this big fat ass!?"