An Avenger's Consequences

While her body took the invasion with relative ease, the implications of Sharon's words hit Natasha like a train:

She was supposed to be a hero! But what kind of woman, an Avenger, would yearn for this kind of treatment?? More then that, got off on being fucked like a cheap slut?? Even while Natasha's mind turned somersaults, her submissive body absorbed every harsh pump; her ass sucking on the thick wet shaft like it was a mere lollypop.

Vision blurring, tears rolled down Natasha's cheeks, the toll of this realisation too much to bear. She needed a climax:

"PLEASE! UGH! Awww! AGENT CARTER!!"

Sharon grinned in delight; this was her Victory! The Black Widow, the woman that had fucked her, failed her and cast her aside, was now on her knees giving up her ass! This was the revenge she had waited for all this time: Sharon was now one of a select few worthy to fuck what was quite possibly the best behind on the planet! But that still wasn't enough; she wanted Natasha to remember this:

"Is this what you want bitch?!?" Sharon yelled, corkscrewing the toy deeper into Natasha's anus, each twist churning her insides.

Natasha nodded desperately, eyes screwed shut as the orgasm she so desperately wished she didn't want grew inexplicably inside her belly, ready to erupt:

Satisfied, Sharon smiled wickedly:

"THEN TAKE IT! TAKE IT ALL!!"

Pressing forward with the vibrator, Sharon let go of the hilt, the round plastic end protruding out of the Ex-Avenger's undulating ass. Lining up the flat of her palm, Sharon punched forward, watching with contemptuous glee as the toy shot inside; disappearing between those fat white cheeks before ricocheting into her forbidden depths.

Eyes bulging, Natasha howled as the force of the penetration coupled with those incessant vibrations sent her flying forward, pain and pleasure frying her rational mind and leaving her a drooling mess. With no hands to catch her fall, Natasha collapsed against the bed, spasming like she was having a seizure. Flexing in place, the cuff's rattle as she orgasmed hard.

Ass having swallowed the entire toy, Natasha rolled onto her back, staring up at her tormentor in horror, mouth open in a silent scream as she climaxed, waves of intense, lustful heat rolling through her again and again:

Leaning over the quivering Ex-Avenger, Sharon smiled darkly, whispering into the platinum blonde's ear:

"Now we're even."

...

Some time later Natasha fell out of the messy bed. For hours she had writhed while Agent 13 had watched, orgasm after orgasm washing over her until the Black Widow could cum no more.

Nestling against her pillows, the vindictive CIA agent grinned, watching the troubled Ex-Avenger tug on her underwear: mission accomplished.

Clipping the luxurious lingerie in place, Natasha slipped the strapless bra up her waist, holstering her assets before half-heartedly attempting to fix her mussed blonde locks. Hands shaking she gave in, tugging at the hem of her twisted knickers.

Bending over to tug up a stocking, Natasha moaned, a dull vibration throbbing up from her impacted colon.

Seeing the blonde flinch, Sharon leant forward in her tangled sheets, smiling even wider:

"Still think I'm weak?"

Twisting to face the bed, Natasha couldn't meet the girl's smug eyes:

"W-what do you know?"

Reaching over to her nightstand, Sharon lit a cigarette, all too happy to indulge after her petty victory:

"Nothing."

Eyes widening, Natasha finally met the CIA agent's gaze, gasping in exasperation:

"Then why did I just have sex with you?!"

Sharon giggled: "Cos I wanted to fuck that famous ass before its too late!"

Scowling, Natasha threw down the open handcuffs in disgust.

Sharon smiled; of course she had known the Black Widow could escape. That was what made this Victory even more delicious; knowing Natasha had submitted by choice. The once proud Avenger turning away once more, the relaxed blonde watched her ease back into the crumpled gown, the dress shimmering with the vibrations that coursed through the woman's belly:

"Bobbi Morse."

Natasha paused at the door, leaning heavily on the frame:

"What about her?"

"She's alive. And on Earth."

"So that's why the rainbow bridge opened..." Natasha murmured.

Exhaling a cloud of smoke, Sharon responded dryly:

"I'm guessing you have more 'history' with the Mockingbird? Am I right??"

Natasha didn't answer, lost in thought:

"Well she's looking for you. When was the last time you saw her?"

"Not since her op back fired. Not since... she was abducted."

"Unlucky girl."

Limping back through the doorway Natasha grumbled:

"Tell me about it."

...

Hours later Natasha was alone in her dark dingy apartment in Edinburgh, the formerly glamorous woman in quite a sorry state:

Sitting naked on the toilet, the Ex-Avenger rocked silently, her brow creasing as another cramp shot through her gurgling belly.

This was what the women she slept with didn't see, the truth behind every unofficial sexual espionage assignment; their were always consequences.

Pressing her full cheeks against the seat, Natasha groaned huskily, brushing away the wavy blonde locks around her face, the bulge in her abdomen audibly vibrating as the woman suppressed another orgasm, one of countless she'd had since Agent 13 had purposefully lodged it there over 12 hours ago.

Curling her toes, Natasha bent over double, a sheen of sweat glistening on her pearlescent skin. Gritting her teeth, the Ex-Avenger fought to expel the unwanted intruder. Squeezing her abdomen with all her might and arching her back, the platinum blonde scowled, trembling with the effort: Yet the vibrator in her bowels refused to budge.

Instead of relenting however, Natasha somehow pushed even harder; Gut rolling as the pole lodged in her rectum crept infinitesimally outwards, the vibrator slowly emerged.

"Hnnnng! Unnnghhh!"

Natasha grunted, hugging her belly as she pushed out another two inches. Arms and legs shaking violently, sweat dripped between her perfect breasts.

Inhaling one final time, Natasha tensed her abdomen with all her might, clenching her teeth:

Beneath her there was a dull splash.

Gasping in relief, Natasha ran her hands through her short blonde locks, insides aching as the buzzing finally stopped.

Hearing a quiet rustling from the other room, Natasha froze; suddenly brought back to reality.

training instantly kicked in, Natasha crouched low. Opening the door a crack, she peered out, surveying the dark room beyond. Confident it was empty, the Black Widow slipped silently out into the open living space, retrieving her gun from the floor as she stealthily crossed over to her bedroom.

Cocking the pistol in her hand, Natasha reached the door, ready to fight.

Bursting into the room, she was shocked by what she found:

"Hey Nat."

Looking up at her from the bed, Ex-Agent Bobbi Morse gave her a wry smile:

"You always greet visitors naked?"

Blinking, Natasha kept the gun levelled at her intruder; so Carter had been right:

"I've been expecting you." Natasha responded nonchalantly, moving closer to her target.

Ignoring her suspicious ex-colleague, Sharon picked through the open attaché case on the bed, examining its contents as the Black Widow looked on.

Even by Natasha's current standards, Bobbi looked tired; dressed as if she'd been on the run; clad entirely in black, her leather jacket and pants stressed and torn from overuse. Confident attitude aside, the woman was a shadow of her former smug self. Remembering the Ex-Agent had been missing for over a year, Natasha decided to cut the bullshit:

"She still has you??"

Bobbi shook her head slowly.

"My Lady... Sif, she me go, when she was done with me."

Finally lowering her weapon, Natasha spoke quietly.

"Bobbi, I'm so sorry-"

"-Don't be. It was my own fault."

Glancing out of her window, Natasha remembered the effect the Asgardian had had on the two women, her power captivating and brutal in equal measure. Watching rain slide down the cold dark glass, Natasha scanned the black sky for lightning whilst asking her next question:

"Where is your.. Lady now?"

"A long, long way away."

Feeling a little self conscious, still naked in front of an old friend, Natasha crossed her arms, awkwardly covering her full chest. Ultimately it was nothing Bobbi hadn't seen before and touched before:

"We thought there was another alien incursion. Then when I heard you were back... I assumed Sif was here to finish the job."

Barely aware of the other woman, Bobbi flicked through the assortment of kinky devices Natasha kept in the case, seemingly entranced by what she was doing. In spite of herself, Natasha felt a pang of sympathy, recognising the telltale signs of submission. After all, the Mockingbird had been MIA for a long time and Natasha had barely survived one night with the dominant Goddess: Lady Sif had broken the Mockingbird.

Clearing her threat, Bobbi finally replied:

"Things are getting pretty bad on Asgard."

Reaching over to comfort the blonde, Natasha was surprised when Bobbi pulled away. Feeling vulnerable, she quickly turned back to the case on the bed, speaking quickly:

"I used to have a kit exactly like this one; all of Hill's Sexual Espionage agents did."

Natasha blinked; she'd always preferred to ignore the existence of the others. Up until last night at the container yard, Bobbi had been the only spy she knew Maria had trained in their... special skillset.

Turning over a large black buttplug, Bobbi absentmindedly read the inscription:

'Property of SHIELD'

Stepping closer to the burnt-out Ex-Agent, Natasha spoke softly, wary of the other woman: Operatives that came back from years undercover or capture tended to snap. She might appear fragile, but the Mockingbird was still potentially lethal:

"Bob, you need to come in. Talk to a Doctor, get therapy."

Eyes hardening, Bobbi growled back at her:

"You were her favourite you know, even then."

"Lets just go-"

"-Where Nat?! We're not spies anymore remember?! There is no higher authority!"

"Talk to Maria-"

"So she can what? Indoctrinate me??"

"That's, that's not-"

"-Oh come on Nat! I've been a slave on Asgard for years, my Lady's own personal fuck bunny, and even I'm not that delusional!"

Natasha bit her lip, gripping the cold steel of her gun as she repressed the need to defend her superior. Unsure how to respond, Natasha stood silently as her bitter counterpart continued:

"-she set me up you know."

"What?"

"Hill. She gave me to my Lady as an offering. She sold me out."

Clenching her jaw, Natasha felt heat rising in her chest:

"No, you made mistakes, got sloppy."

Bobbi shook hear head, chuckling coldly:

"She'll do the same to you some day, if she hasn't already."

Twisting away from the other ex-Agent, Natasha swallowed, watching the rain outside batter her apartment as she responded apprehensively:

"What do you mean?"

"I heard about that business with Thanos' daughters, it was the talk of the fucking galaxy!" Bobbi explained dryly: "The 'Perfect' redhead whore from Midgard fucked by the two baddest bitches this side of the Milky Way. Sounded pretty intense."

Vividly remembering her own alien abduction, Natasha's fingers instinctively brushed the brand they had left behind, the dark concentric markings still etched over her left butt cheek.

Standing up behind the confused blonde, Bobbi circled the naked woman, making her accusation clear as she shook the box of toys:

"Who do you think told them where to find you??"

Turning on the intruder, Natasha snapped, yelling back at her former colleague:

"You're lying!"

Bobbi rolled her eyes:

"Come on Natasha you know it's true. Hill traded you!"

Angry, Natasha struck the attache case from the taller woman's hands, kinky sex toys spilling over the floor.

"What do you want Morse?! You're free now right? Why come here??"

Lowering her head, Bobbi relented, defiance fading. Stepping around the resentful blonde, she limped ever so slightly. Seeing her awkward gait, Natasha followed her around the room, the EX-SHIELD agent leaning heavily against a wall as she responded:

"I-I need your help. I-Lady Sif, she left me a... parting gift."

Moving in front of the bed, Bobbi grasped her pants, unfastening them quickly:

"What are you doing?" Natasha asked incredulously.

Glancing back at her, Natasha saw genuine vulnerability in the Mockingbird's eyes, the once powerful blonde reduced to a pleading stare:

"Its, Its better I show you. Just... don't freak out."

Nodding reluctantly, Natasha threw her gun down on the bed as Bobbi removed her jacket, turning away from her old friend as she prepared for this latest indignity.

Watching her unfastening skintight leather, Natasha stood silently as Bobbi tugged the fabric over her round behind, the Mockingbird's ass revealed:

Wearing a simple black thong, the light, lacy garment left her ample cheeks on display: exposing the angry red lines criss-crossing her pale flesh. Bobbi's butt had been whipped repeatedly, the sore-looking marks a permanent reminder of her Asgardian subjugation.

"Bobbi..." Natasha murmured, stepping closer to examine Sif's handiwork.

"You think that's fucked up?" Bobbi laughed hollowly: "That's nothing! You want to know the really fucked up thing?? I enjoyed every second! I enjoyed giving up my job, my husband, my planet! Letting her ruin my ass! And worse?? I miss her!!"

Leaning forward surreptitiously, Natasha examined Bobbi, taking the Mockingbird's firm cheeks in her hands. Running her fingers over her battered ass, Natasha felt the red welts against her skin. Tracing each harsh line, the Ex-Avenger could literally feel her friend's pain.

Tensing at first, Bobbi froze as her bottom was lightly touched, having grown accustomed to much crueller treatment. Natasha instead gently massaging her sore behind, Bobbi finally relaxed into the Black Widow's tender grasp.

"I might know a Doctor who could-"

"-its not that. Those are just skin deep. Its, its..."

Tugging down her thong, Bobbi bent low over Natasha's bed, peeling apart her cheeks to present herself fully to her former colleague. Spotting the protruding hoop, the platinum blonde blinked in disbelief:

"Ohhh..."

"I-I can't get them out on my own."

"How long-"

"-Too long," Bobbi croaked: "Wayyy too long..."

Crouching behind her stricken friend, Natasha tapped the handle cautiously, the small knob protruding from between the two plump swells of Bobbi's damaged butt. Tugging experimentally on the decorated metalwork, Bobbi visibly winced, finger nails digging into her scarred cheeks:

"Bob this looks pretty intense. Are you sure you don't want me to get a Doctor?"

"No," Bobbi replied shortly: "I don't want anyone else: You were there when Sif made me into her bitch. I-I need it to be you."

Natasha shook her head; even by her standards, this was screwed up. Only guilt kept her routed to the spot.

Holding onto Bobbi's ass, Natasha pressed against her former colleague, squeezing damaged flesh as she pulled once again:

With some effort, Natasha felt the tool begin to shift. Sphincter stretching, a single large bead began to emerge.

Eyes widening in amazement, Natasha watched as the metal orb, about the size of a golf ball, slurped free of the confines of Bobbi's butt, the blonde whimpering as it came loose with a wet pop.

"You were walking around with these things inside of you?!" Natasha asked incredulously, the golden ball glinting mysteriously in the dim light, dangling from a silver strand that disappeared into her former colleague's ruined ass.

Biting her lip, Bobbi nodded silently, suppressing her shame as she steeled herself for what was coming next:

Tugging harder, Natasha gawped in amazement as another, larger bead plopped out.

"Unngh!" Screwing her eyes shut, Bobbi groaned deeply, feeling the long chain ratchet inside her as it slowly unspooled.

"Bob, you need to relax, you're gripping these things like a vice!"

"You try it!" Bobbi snapped, trying to hold herself together in spite of the string of heavy probes lodged deep in her colon.

Relenting however, she spread her long legs wide, the flexible Ex-SHIELD Agent sinking low against the bed, prying her beaten cheeks apart with her fingers to give her old rival access to her inner most depths.

Equally curious and appalled, Natasha reached between those ruined globes to tug another huge bearing free, the chain rattling as a third slid out, mercilessly stretching her sphincter as it bounced free.

Warmth radiating from the weird orbs, Natasha felt a strange heat she couldn't explain. Was this twisted display turning her on?? Sweating, Natasha released the chain momentarily, wiping her forehead. That was her first mistake:

Beginning to glow, she watched in amazement as one by one, the beads sank back into Bobbi's butt, the blonde gasping as she was filled up once more:

"Argh!"

"What the hell??"

Panting, Bobbi shuddered, eyes watering as one by one the beads corkscrewed back into her ruptured colon. Gasping for breath, Bobbi bit back tears, responding in a horse croak:

"They, they're magic, or cursed or shit I don't know! Just get them out of me!"

Seeing the eery golden light glowing between Bobbi's cheeks, Natasha suppressed her disbelief; Even by Earth standards, Asgard was into some kinky games! Reaching for the handle she tried once again.

Grimacing as each heavy metal orb emerged, Natasha found the balls hot to the touch as they gradually slurped free. Seeing each large bead being sucked through Bobbi's wide anal orifice, Natasha couldn't help but wonder if her own asshole could absorb such harsh unyielding treatment, The Mockingbird literally being stretched from the inside out. How long had they been up there??

Pulling the ball bearings free, with each sharp tug Bobbi winced and whimpered, each concurrent bead glowing brighter as they emerged from the depths of her throbbing rectum.

"Ugh!"

Fingers brushing a shimmering bead, Natasha gasped, feeling a tingling, joyous sensation rush throughout her body. Shivering with lust, Natasha flinched, releasing the phantom thread as she experienced a mini climax:

Instantly the beads were sucked back inside, Bobbi howling in horror, body shuddering as the heavy balls pounded her over and over, rushing back into her butthole like a train entering a tunnel, the shock reverberating through her tortured frame. Pulsating through her the blonde felt the same insufferable heat that had surprised Natasha; the bitter irony of this insane torture firing pleasure through her crazed consciousness.

"What are these things?!" Natasha gasped, backing away from Bobbi's asshole like she'd just gotten burned.

"Please Nat!" Bobbi gasped desperately, turning to face her former colleague once more: "I'm in agony here! Its been days, no rest, horny all the time! I-I can't even..."

Pausing, Bobbi felt the full indignity of her situation wash over her, tears rolling down her cheeks:

"Please! Just get them out of me! You must know what its like to be humiliated like this!?"

Natasha bit her lip, so that was Lady Sif's final joke: Removing the beads intensified their intoxicating sensations, not just for Bobbi, but for Natasha too; for every ball squeezed out of the Mockingbird, an orgasm would be squeezed out of the Black Widow. The platinum blonde grimaced; somewhere way out in space, there was a Goddess laughing down at them: Never had the title of 'Ass Guardian' been more appropriate.

But Natasha knew she couldn't leave Bobbi like this; inspite of all her flaws, the Mockingbird had been a good agent once and through her actions had spared Natasha years of cruel subjugation; she owed Bobbi. But even more than that, Natasha could empathise with the whimpering blonde, remembering Sharon's parting gift; nobody knew better what Bobbi was going through: