An Avenger's Infinite Sex

slipped into the redhead's crevice, the brunette pausing to search for a hidden zipper.

The crowd of horny women watched in stunned silence as Maria peeled open the seat of Natasha's costume, the pearly white skin of her ass exposed to the cold air and their lustful gaze as it split along the seam. Standing back, Maria allowed the evidence to speak for itself:

Wanda's eyes widened in shock: standing out from between plump cheeks, the head of a huge black plug protruded from Natasha's asshole.

Swallowing hard, Wanda mumbled in disbelief:

"But, but I -"

Natasha bowed her head in shame, aware of Wanda's harem all around her: the entranced women witnessing her painful humiliation.

"-What?" Maria chuckled wickedly: "You thought you had broken my hold over her?? Please."

Addressing Natasha directly, Wanda grasped the redhead's shoulder:

"Nat! You let her put that thing back inside you?!"

Facing her hurt lover Natasha opened her mouth, struggling to find the words before Maria cut in:

"No Maximoff, she just did as she was told." Smirking at the crestfallen Witch, Maria patted Natasha's ass possessively: "Like I said: Black Widow is well trained."

Ashamed, Natasha could not meet Wanda's eyes, flinching when Maria reached between her cheeks once more, literally twisting the knife:

"Unngh!"

Prying out the plug, Natasha screwed her eyes shut, suppressing a whine as Wanda gasped: This was a huge dildo, larger than any she had seen before, a ribbed black monster that Natasha had somehow managed to hold inside her this entire time! That she had hidden from Wanda... Swallowing her hurt, she glared back at the cruel brunette in disgust.

Groaning, Natasha tried to maintain some composure, still shuddering as Maria rolled over the huge wedge of plastic in her hands, half of the dildo still buried within her sensitive depths. And printed on the side:

'Property of SHIELD.'

Maria smiled genuinely; every time she revealed those words she knew her true purpose. To Direct. To Control. To Dominate.

Sensing she now had the Witch's undivided attention, Maria grinned, screwing the heavy plug back into Natasha's stretched bowels.

"Ugh!"

Releasing a low, breathy moan, Natasha exhaled to make room deep in her packed colon; becoming painfully full once more as she was stuffed in front of a captive audience.

Dark brown eyes shimmering, Wanda blinked hard, suppressing her emotions:

"I still have powers... Why work so hard on this pathetic creature when I can give you what you desire??"

Maria shook her head:

"I don't control you; I do control her. And I'm guessing, since you haven't saturated my brain with lust, you don't control me."

Biting her lip, Wanda stood her ground; so Hill had called her bluff. The brunette's sheer strength of will made her difficult to manipulate. Dangerous even:

"Then it's a stalemate."

Heart racing, Natasha blinked wet eyes, trying desperately to form an exit strategy. She had to separate these two women before one destroyed the other. Or her!

"No." Maria stated flatly: "This childish stunt has annoyed me, so you're going to fall in line and give up what you seem to offer so freely."

Resenting the implication, Wanda growled: "Never."

"Then let's see shall we??" Considering the women all around her, Maria smiled dangerously : "I like a challenge: All of me against all of you."

Tilting her head, Wanda contemplated her rival's strange proposal; Hill couldn't seriously think she could dominate all these females?! Alone?! Such a sweet revenge was simply too tempting to resist.

Levitating backward over the throng of women on a wave of twirling red energy, the Witch alighted on the large SHIELD-shaped table that dominated the centre of the helicarrier bridge.

Twisting to face the brunette, Natasha shook her head, pleading for reason with the stubborn Sokovian:

"Wanda please, you can still walk away from this." Meeting her glare, Natasha saw the resentment there, the sense of betrayal the girl felt knowing that her ass had never truly been hers:

"Ohhh... I will."

Feeling the sting of imminent chaos, Natasha swallowed hard.

Un-intimidated by Wanda's display of power, Maria squared off against the young girl. Spy Vs Witch. Control Vs Chaos:

"Bring it on."

Iris's flashing red, Wanda smiled dangerously:

One by one Karen, Dinah, Colleen, Misty, Claire, Trish, Elektra and Joy's eyes all glowed a deep, lustful red before fading back into their natural colours.

Colliding back to back, Maria and Natasha faced off against the horny harem encircling them, desire lighting up each of their features as they were infused with magical lust. For seconds there was silence, only heavy breathing breaking the heightened sexual tension.

Then the orgy began:

Pouncing on Natasha and Maria, the ravenous women charged the epicentre of their desire. Before Natasha could even attempt a defense she was covered in lustful women. Flailing, the redhead was dragged away, the enchanted group tearing at the Black Widow; determined to ravish her sumptuous body.

Deflecting one woman with an elbow, Maria held back another with her knee. Caught between several feral animals she chose one at random, capturing the mouth of Trish Walker as several more kissed her face and neck. Feeling many hands sliding over her hips and midriff, Maria focused on her goal, glaring up at Wanda even as she stuck her tongue down the radio host's throat; she didn't want this Witch's meager offering: She wanted the Witch.

Eyelashes fluttering as she felt fingers tugging at her suit, Natasha did her best to resist, just making out several women pairing off around her; Dinah tugging at the drawstrings of Colleen's sweatpants as Misty shirked off her jacket, Claire Temple relieving herself of those tight pink scrubs as they all joined the fray:

Soon clothing fell like rain.

Ripping open the front of her suit, Natasha gasped as her breasts burst free of their tight confinement, falling back against the nearest console. Not letting up, several hands massaged, groped and painfully pinched her magnificent flesh; one pair of hands squeezing her chest whilst another pinched her nipples, not content till they were painfully stiff for their attention.

Watching from above, Wanda tried to maintain her composure as the beautiful women began devouring her former lover. Keeping her arms level, tendrils of red magic twirled free from her outstretched fingers as she worked hard to keep so many bodies in play:

Unlike Natasha, Maria could not understand the nuance of Wanda's magic: she didn't control these women, quite the opposite in fact; she set their urges free. The compulsion to fuck, those insatiable feral chemicals came deep from within each person. Wanda could not create the energy that fuelled their lust, she just uncovered it from where it was buried; like blowing on a small spark until it burst into a flame. And an orgy, just like a fire, can spread all too quickly, consuming everything in its path.

In spite of herself Wanda couldn't help but feel the waves of heat that rolled off her vengeful party. Concentrating hard, the Witch remembered why she was here; to take down her love rival once and for all. To join the festivities would be to lose her advantage.

Caught up in a cacophony of moans, Maria barely registered as she was relieved of her boots, stepping out of them as if it was nothing. Easily thrusting Trish away, she tugged Joy forward so she could enjoy the rich young lawyer, sealing her lips around the brunette's gasping mouth. Smacking together, their chests collided as she felt an even larger pair press into her back, the Nurse sucking on her neck. Enjoying their delicious subservience, Maria decided to focus her energy; she had many targets to subdue.

Unzipping her jumpsuit, Maria allowed the Witch's harem to peel the grey garment away from her curvaceous frame, arms outstretched, enjoying their subservient attention: Clothing would only hold her back. Staring at Wanda; the Ex-Director of SHIELD was confident in all her naked glory, standing out from the crowd like a god amongst ants.

Spying the dominant Detective striding toward her through the mob, Maria sprang back into the action:

Prying Joy Meechum from around her midriff, she spun the brunette around, using the business woman as a make shift shield from the charging woman:

Flailing uselessly in her grip, Joy panicked, sandwiched between the aggressive Detective and the Ex-Shield director:

"Oh my -mmmpphg Unngh!!"

Pressing the rich girl's face into Misty's, Maria didn't let go until the black woman had latched onto the squirming brunette, her larger mouth practically swallowing Joy's anxious lips. Waiting until she had gone limp in her grip, Maria smirked, feeding the weaker women to the dangerous detective:

Unfortunately for Wanda, Maria had some experience on this field of battle; scanning the crowd as she made her next strategic manoeuvre, moving the women like pawns on a chess board.

Hungry mouths pressing against Natasha's face, the Ex-Spy squirmed beneath the three different women, struggling to please them all at once. Feeling so many sumptuous lips running over her hot skin, Natasha used her sexuality, moving from mouth to mouth in a whirlwind of frantic kissing, embracing each woman passionately even as their hands tore apart her suit.

Three lustful pairs of eyes staring back at her, Natasha attempted to identify whom she was with: wide and blue, sweet, kisses on her cheek: That had to be Karen. Green and needy, licking her neck: Must be Trish. Naughty brown saucers, teeth nipping at her jaw: obviously Elektra. Three very different women, but they had one thing in common; they wanted the Black Widow.

Mouths melding together, their lips merged into a four-way kiss, three tongues choking Natasha as they stretched her jaw wide. Tasting her, the redhead squirmed as she was mauled, their combined enthusiasm taking her breath away as their deep four-way kiss intensified, tongues wrestling between her teeth before diving deep into her gullet, swirling together to create a glorious sensation.

Hands tugging at her belts, their fingers twisted into the skintight fabric, the full force of the fighting women stretching the suit to breaking point. Staggering, the redhead gasped as several hands palmed her behind, yelping instinctively as their insistent nails dug into vulnerable flesh, using all their combined strength to tear away strips of black material. Ripping open each seam, the shredded fragments gave way as she finally collapsed.

"Ugh!"

Landing on the deck, Natasha had no time to recover before the women were on her once more.

Possessed, Trish and Elektra tore away what was left of her suit, leaving only the belts that crisscrossed her hips and thighs, Natasha contorting against their invasive fingers; the women gripping the black leather straps to hold her in place, vulnerable flesh exposed to their hungry gaze.

Crawling all over her, the women ravished the redhead, hands and lips smearing over Natasha's cheeks and jawline, mouths spreading out, leaving make-up, sweat and saliva in their wake as they each began to enjoy different parts of her body. Leaning in, Elektra whispered into the shocked redhead's ear:

"Mmmm delicious..." sucking on her lobe, Elektra grinned: "Good enough to eat." Without warning the Greek girl bit into the soft shell, catching vulnerable flesh.

"Ahhh!" Hissing, Natasha twisted under the collective weight of Karen, Trish and Elektra, the offending assassin sucking on her sore ear.

The impulsive sociopath grinning dangerously, she raised her Ninja sai before Natasha could react, stabbing the blade into the decking beside her head, the handle left quivering as it balanced upright. Natasha swallowed hard; Elektra knew how to make an impression: While the others were crazed with magical lust, the infamous assassin seemed unnervingly playful: happy to play the Witch's game.

Standing over the sea of writhing, horny women, Wanda's red energy spiraled out over the crowd like a magical puppet master; Twisting and twitching her fingers, the brunette continued to spread lustful chaos throughout her magical orgy. Eyes hooding over, in spite of herself the Witch felt their ecstasy wash over her psychic barriers, their thoughts leaking into her open mind:

...

Karen Page whimpered as her mouth danced over a woman's skin, not so innocent lips acting out some crazed lesbian fantasy. So much for journalistic integrity; she was a part of this story.

Colleen Wing moaned as a warm hand delved under the waistband of her shorts, shuddering as long fingers slipped under tight cotton. Having just come out of a cult, the daughter of the dragon was having a hard time accepting this latest harem; let alone another woman cupping her pulsating sex.

Dinah Nedani was not acting like a professional CIA agent; but she had always used sex to blow-off steam. Curling her digits into the Asian girl's pussy she slid deep into the stranger, enjoying her startled stare as they both became intimately acquainted. Shrugging off her jacket, the Persian beauty also threw her badge aside: tonight she was off duty.

Descending over the redhead's collarbone, Trish Walker laid down kiss after kiss, nuzzling against her neck. The blonde had unresolved issues; from her overbearing mother to her confusing relationship with her adopted sister... Cheek to cheek with Karen and Elektra, she was determined to prove her worth.

In-spite of the heightened circumstances, Misty Knight had decided to enjoy herself. Finding the uppity businesswoman, she tore open her shirt and pulled Joy between the huge swells of her chest, head practically disappearing into sumptuous brown flesh: it wasn't every day you got to show up a bunch of white girls.

Fuming, Joy Meechum moaned as she was roughly handled; what was this? Corporate espionage??! Feeling a gun against her hip, Joy didn't resist those cold metal fingers as they crumpled her designer skirt up around her waist before tracing over luxurious black lace, a deplorable chill flexing through her spine.

Turning on the spot, Claire Temple watched magical sex unfold all around her; unlike the others she had some experience dealing with the Witch's particular brand of crazy. As a Nurse she felt obligated to protect those who would be crushed. And she had already identified the real threat...

Enjoying herself, Elektra Natchios was in her element: Twisting and tweaking a hard pink nipple, the greek girl grinned manically down at the voluptuous redhead, leaning down to bite and suck on her neck, leaving hickey after hickey in her wake. Of course, this redhead was infamously used up; she wanted something else. Glancing across Natasha's heaving chest, she watched the young journalist suckled on a hardened nub. The one that had stolen her past love's affections, Elektra grinning dangerously: Tonight she was feeling devilish.

...

Wanda blinked in shock. Awaking from her own trance, she shook her head vigorously as she freed herself of the orgy's lustful thoughts: So many agendas, so much crossfire she had not anticipated. If Wanda couldn't keep these warring personalities at bay she could risk being overwhelmed by them: just like her former lover:

"AWWW!! Uggggghh!"

Laid out in the middle of the growing pile of hot naked women, Natasha struggled to think, engrossed by the different styles of attention her body was receiving from so many women at once:

While Karen was soft and generous, her kisses worshipping pale skin, Elektra was teasing and cruel, teeth digging into her most sensitive areas. Meanwhile the needy radio host had descended over her stomach, tongue lolling into her quivering belly button before descending further still:

Individually Natasha could handle these different levels of stimulation. But together their assault on her senses was beyond any rational response and that was before the blonde's chin brushed over downy red hair, finally reaching her core:

Biting her plump lower lip Natasha moaned, Trish's inexperienced tongue slipping up and down her flexing slit, almost immediately inundated in the swell of cream Natasha pumped out of her hot sex. Attempting to swipe the blonde away with her legs, the entranced women on either side grasped each thigh, peeling the redhead apart as Trish made herself at home.

What the radio host lacked in skill she more than made up for in pure, animalistic depravity; the blonde swirling her tongue deep into Natasha's insides while her lips suctioned around the redhead's swollen peach. Craning her neck, Natasha saw the desperate lust in Trish's wild green eyes, face disappearing between her legs under a mane of mussed blonde hair.

Writhing on her back, Natasha's eyes rolled in her head, twisting against their grip as each of them feasted on her body; the combined lustful attention of Karen, Elektra and Trish stirring up a huge orgasm from within her, its pleasure bursting free from the whining redhead:

"Unnnnghhh!!"

Cumming hard, Natasha tensed all over, clanging against the hard steel as she shuddered helplessly, eyes rolling. Gasping for breath, in spite of herself Natasha was grateful for the sudden relief, the women momentarily abating as she closed her eyes.

And then the women redoubled their efforts; hot mouths returning to suck on every inch of her curvaceous frame, unwilling to let the redhead come down from their ministrations. Another climax rising even faster than before, Natasha's eyes burst open as she gasped, caught between one orgasm and the next.

Holding Colleen close, Dinah twisted her fingers between the asian's thighs, exploring her depths as the girl clung to her.

Slipping her hand free, the agent's dark eyes inspected the cream dripping down her tan fingers, Colleen's big brown orbs following her every move. Stalling no longer, Dinah sucked those delicate digits between her lips, closing her eyes as she tasted a Japanese girl for the first time; sweet and sour taste delighting her taste buds.

Scooping up more of her tasty meal, she fed the girl from her fingers, watching Colleen suck down her own delicious cream without question.

But as much as she enjoyed the dragon girl's charms, Dinah wanted something more rewarding: Authority. Scanning the crowd, she found her real opposition.

Enjoying the waifish brunette, Misty groped sweet flesh; enjoying her tiny white ass. Skirt once again falling around her hips, Misty grimaced, growing impatient of the rich girl's finery.

Joy gasped as the black woman used her enhanced bionic strength to tear through the short prada skirt:

"Excuse me?!" Joy gasped, brushing away the Detective's hands: "Do you have any idea how expensive that was?? That skirt alone was worth more than your entire wardrobe you -Uh! UHHH!!"

Cutting the businesswoman off, Misty reached around her once more, metal fingers curling under the elastic of Joy's luxurious thong. With one hard tug she silenced the uppity rich girl:

"Ahhh! AHHH!!"

Joy yelped as the fabric dug into her pussy before cutting deep into her sensitive ass crack. Biting her lip, the brunette clung onto the black woman as she was suspended off the deck, standing on tiptoe to relieve the tension between her shaking thighs.

"Ohh baby you'd better be a lot nicer to me," Misty growled, "Unless you want me to split you open like that gaudy skirt!"

Nodding frantically, Joy leant into the black woman's more curvaceous form, eyelids flickering as expensive lace sunk into her crevasse: literally hoisted by her own petard.

Pressing her face between plump breasts once more, the brunette's breathless mouth was squashed against smooth brown skin, Misty making sure to motherboard the flailing millionaire between her big black kitties. Lathering Misty's cleft with her tongue, Joy attempted to quell the black woman's simmering rage, desperate for her own relief. Searching with her mouth, she wrapped her lips around a puffy brown nipple, instinctively suckling on the swollen bud.