An Avenger's Consequences

"Just turn around..."

Nodding weakly, Bobbi rolled back onto her stomach, feeling the beads twisting inside her as she arched her back and tugged apart her cheeks; once more opening herself up to the Black Widow. Kneeling behind her friend's ass, Natasha steeled her resolve, reaching forward determinedly:

Pulling out the first orbs hand over fist, Natasha ignored the greasy build up on each dark bead, trying hard not to think about where they had been as she wiped a hand on the bed.

Utterly humiliated, Bobbi groaned, feeling intense relief as each hard ball popped free, the sensation indescribable as her packed colon was finally evacuated, the long string of beads pouring out as her slim abdomen rumbled.

Amazed at the seemingly endless string of pearls emerging from Bobbi's anus like a magic trick, Natasha ignored the ecstatic urges that intensified with every one, nerve endings on fire, nipples red hot points, magical ecstasy stirring deep within her own loins. Focusing on helping her former colleague, Natasha suppressed the incessant heat, sweating profusely.

"Mmmm..."

Biting her lip to quiet her own desperate moans, Natasha moved the slippery balls between her fingers, feeling increased resistance from each individual bead; the metal swelling in her hands: Sif wasn't giving up without a fight.

Clinging onto the string, Natasha's arms tensed, the physical effort of both removing the magical beads and suppressing the pleasure that saturated them becoming increasingly hard to bear. Soon losing count, Natasha screwed her eyes shut, the Black Widow feeling a sudden inexplicable rush as another small orgasm rippled through her:

"Uh, Unggh!"

"Ahhh!"

Losing her concentration momentarily, the beads slipped between her fingers, Natasha cursing as again several were sucked back into the Mockingbird:

"Ohhh Shit!! ARRGH!"

Bobbi screamed as she was inundated once more, mascara blurring as tears rolled down her cheeks, belly heaving as she was stuffed once more, the row of heavy metal bearings thudding into her backhole before corkscrewing deep into her forbidden depths.

Catching the long chain, Natasha stopped the phantom device from tearing into her friend, pushing back against Bobbi's ruined ass as she recovered her own stance.

Taking several calming deep breaths, Natasha braced against the bed. Twisting the strand around her arm, the platinum blonde pulled with all her might:

Leaning backwards away from Bobbi, Natasha slowly extracted the anal beads. Apparently sensing her renewed efforts, magical ecstasy rolled off the balls in heavy waves, both women groaning under the pressure as they slowly came apart, linked only by pleasure and the golden chain.

Pussy throbbing with each ball that come free, Natasha moaned wantonly, feeling her own cream drip down her leg as she fought the magical sex toy in an anal tug of war.

Gripping the bed frame, all Bobbi could do was writhe against the beads, her sphincter spasming as she was gradually emptied, depraved friction overpowering her every breath.

Heaving against each other, the women screamed as the balls lit up the room, magical lust saturating their heaving bodies as full orgasms rippling between the two Ex-SHIELD agents:

"AHHHHHHHH!!"

Yelling in unison, the Black Widow and the Mockingbird came simultaneously:

The final beads bursting free, Bobbi fell forward as Natasha collapsed away, beads scattering across the room as the chain was finally broken. Letting go, they didn't just see stars as they climaxed—they saw their whole universe.

Gasping for breath as they came down from their joint climaxes, both lay where they had fallen, twitching in the aftershock.

Eventually sitting up, Natasha finally faced her fear; the submissive slut's ruined asshole staring back at her:

Bobbi's butt was ruined. Staring at her flexing useless crater, left gaping and useless by the Asgardian Goddess, Natasha swallowed hard, seeing deep into the dirty blonde's hidden depths. Was that her future? Used up and tossed aside??

Remembering where she was, Bobbi hurriedly wiped her face, feeling utterly vulnerable; her asshole empty for the first time in months. Tugging up her leather pants, she wriggled the tight black garment back over her sore behind. Some scars would never heal. But at least now she had closure:

"Thank you."

Natasha nodded wordlessly.

Rushing for the exit, Bobbi paused in the doorway, turning to her former colleague:

"Something's coming Nat. Something big this time. Something the Avengers can't fight, and you can't fuck."

"What do I do?" Natasha asked honestly, staring back at her shadow. Bobbi just shrugged:

"Well, I hope for your sake you can make piece with this shit before then. Don't end up like me."

Stepping backwards into the darkness, the Mockingbird disappeared, the golden balls around them fading as she left.

...

"Rough day baby??"

"You have no idea," Natasha murmured, refusing to open her eyes as her lover climbed into the messy bed.

Feeling the mattress shift, the brunette crawled on top of her, lips brushing over her naked skin.

"You know this relationship is dangerous, right?"

"For whom?? We're not even Ah-vengers anymore."

Hands running lovingly over her glorious curves, Natasha grudgingly relaxed into their sensuous embrace; so comforting after everything that had happened; but emotions would only complicate matters.

"-Mommy not letting you out??"

Frowning, Natasha finally opened her eyes:

"I'm in your head, remember?" Wanda explained, the beautiful Maximoff girl grinning down at the Ex-Avenger.

"Then you know why-"

"-Kiss me."

Hesitant at first, Natasha slowly leant upward, capturing Wanda dark red lips in a deep, sensuous kiss. Enjoying their embrace, Natasha fell back against her pillow, allowing her lover's sweet mouth to overpower her own. Finally pulling away, Wanda spoke up once more:

"I will talk to Hill."

Natasha smiled sadly:

"I'm not sure thats a good idea..."

"Well I don't like sharing."

Feeling a teasing finger run up her thigh Natasha shifted uncomfortably as the brunette's hand settled in her ass crack.

"Are you okay?" Wanda asked, genuine sympathy overtaking the young girl's insatiable lust.

"Like you said, rough day..."

Closing her eyes, the Scarlett Witch searched her lover's mind, feeling the confusion and pain emanating from Natasha's soul. Relenting, Wanda climbed beneath the covers, the brunette spooning up against her voluptuous body.

Holding her close, again Natasha genuinely appreciated this strange girl she had found herself with; there weren't many people that could resist the urge to fuck the Black Widow.

Behind her Wanda frowned; seeing platinum blonde locks glinting in the darkness:

Reaching over, Wanda ran her hand through Natasha's hair, twirling her fingers through wavy blonde strands. Changing colour between her long fingers, Wanda smiled as the Black Widow's iconic red hair was restored:

Maria Hill might own Natasha's body. But the fight for her soul was just beginning.