An Avenger's Ultimatum

The annoying trainer leant over the brunette's winded body; smirking.

"Well that was easy."

Hope growled, taking the bait:

Springing off the mat, the brunette flung her hips toward the redhead. Wrapping her legs around the other woman's head the brunette twisted sideways; bringing her opponent crashing down onto the floor with a dull thump.

Natalia didn't flinch; a padded surface beat concrete any day. Not letting up, Hope attempted to drag the redhead backward, tough hands tugging at her tight grey leggings. Waiting until she was directly under the brunette, Natalia rolled them both, planting herself on top of her surprised partner. Tightening her abdomen, she pressed against Hope, before gripping her wrists and pinning them against the mat.

"Ready to give up yet?" Natalia asked smugly.

"Never!" Hope spat, struggling in the other woman's grasp.

Natalia held firm, twisting against her captive to alleviate the brunt of her force. Time to have a little fun:

"Well since your not giving up and I can't pin you any further, I guess we're stuck together," Natalia joked, eying the other woman playfully, "maybe I should get comfortable..."

Leaning into their embrace, the redhead pressed her full breasts against her less well-endowed partner's. Just as quickly, Natasha squeezed her thigh up between the young board member's taught legs.

Hope gasped, lashes fluttering, as an insistent knee pressed against her vulnerable core. Watching her partner in astonishment, she felt the redhead begin to gyrate slowly, driving her leg into the brunette's still covered pussy. In-spite of her indignation, Hope couldn't deny the friction was delicious:

"Ooooh... that's... Talia, you promised you'd be professional this time."

Natasha wanted to roll her eyes but remembered to stay in character; she was supposed to be Natalia Sokonova, horny Russian gymnast, not a manipulative S.H.I.E.L.D agent. Natalia... hardly her most creative alias:

"I just thought, even powerful business women need to let off some steam every now and again..."

Natalia thrusted her knee into the brunette's core, watching as the woman tensed, eyes wide. The agent was taking an aggressive gamble, launching herself at the woman like this.

The brunette's eyes turned angry, even as her lower lip trembled:

"What are you doing!? I'm not paying you to, to!.. If I wanted I could- mmmphh!!"

Natalia cut Hope of with a surprising kiss.

The young board member was immediately muffled as the impertinent redhead captured her face, holding her in a smoldering embrace.

Hope's mouth opened in shock and she fell backwards onto the mat. Attempting to complain, her lips unconsciously parted and her opponent's tongue took advantage, slipping inside. Hope balked, tasting the Russian even as her soft lips smeared against her own.

The brunette squirmed as the kiss deepened, Natalia leaning in to press their hot, sweat covered torso's together; her trainer's fuller body gliding against her slimmer frame, her red hair drifting past Hope's nose.

Turning her head away, Hope gasped, her face flush:

"Y-you think you can just-MMmmmgh!"

Natalia didn't let up, diving into to kiss the unconvinced woman once more. Sometimes her targets needed... convincing.

The brunette's eyes narrowed: Talia wanted a fight? Then she would get one.

For the insistent agent the kiss suddenly became interesting; Hope pulling her in and deepening an already intense make out. She had had a feeling the brunette would like it rough, her aggressive tendencies and interest in martial arts a pretty good give away. Still, Natalia was alarmed to find the other woman taking a hold, even mid-kiss!

Loosening her grip on the brunette's short bob, the redhead tilted her face further to the left, letting her tongue glide instead of thrust: finally allowing the board member some much needed air. That was when Natalia realized the tide was changing, that she was somehow losing this encounter!

That was when Hope struck; sucking Natalia's lower lip, the brunette went from nipping to biting her opponent's succulent flesh.

Natalia hissed as Hope's teeth tugged at her plump lower lip, her grip momentarily loosening.

Grabbing the redhead's wrist, Hope used all her strength to thrust upward into her trainer. Using momentum and surprise, the brunette dragged Natalia sideways, pressing her face first into the mat and twisting her right arm up into the woman's back.

Momentarily flailing, Natalia felt the brunette mount her from behind, twisting her body into the matt: she was trapped. In-spite of herself, the agent was impressed.

"Oww..." Natalia said sheepishly, her speech muffled by the padding pressed against her cheek.

"Your such a bad girl Talia!" Hope panted victoriously, "You, you thought what? I'd just let you take me?!"

The brunette laughed derisively, before using her free arm to check her watch.

"Hmmm, I still have time, at least enough to teach you some manners..."

Natalia frowned; she knew the brunette was a control freak, that testing her resolve would get a response. Yet in-spite of herself, the redhead felt nervous.

"Ohh, this is nice." Hope said calmly, running an appreciative hand up the back of Natasha's leg to squeeze the swell of the agent's posterior. Palming her personal trainer's behind, she tested tense flesh.

Natalia bit her lip; at least Hope had taken the bait.

In that moment the board member thought of backing down; she had won, this wasn't even necessary, or even appropriate! But the brunette couldn't forget the redhead's conduct, her nerve. It was the principle! And for all her agitation, she had enjoyed the girl's advances, even if they weren't on her terms.

"Well since you were so keen, allow me to respond in kind..." the brunette stated coldly. Using a knee to keep pressure on the small of the redhead's back, the young board member gripped the hem of Natalia's grey athletic tights. The brunette paused, shaking her bob as she focused, short dark hair swishing from side to side.

Tugging and stretching the tight fabric down around the girl's hip, she was pleased to see Natalia had worn no knickers under her compression clothes. Intentionally dragging a knuckle against her trainer's sex as she probed, Hope elicited a sharp intake of breath from the redhead and smiled dangerously; she still wanted this.

Wriggling, Natalia felt the hand move around her waist as the tight fabric slipped over her ass and down her pale thighs in one swift motion. The taught material tangled around her knees, further binding the helpless agent.

Hope's breath caught in her throat; there it was, Talia's shapely ass, tantalizingly raised and ready for punishment. It was now or never...

SMACK!

Natasha heard the slap before she felt the pain in her right buttock, a stinging sensation she was not expecting. This quickly turned to uncomfortable warmth, the soreness focused around the area of impact.

The redhead blinked; she knew the brunette like it rough, but had never considered this outcome when she started their foreplay. This was, humiliating.

Attempting to break free, Natalia struggled against the mat. But before she could get away Hope rested her weight on the agent's back, pressing her down.

"Talia stay still!" Hope commanded firmly. The agent relented, biting her lip once more. She was a superior fighter, a seasoned spy. But that was not her role here. Her seduction had failed and this was her only back up strategy.

Surreptitiously lifting her free hand to her sore cheek, Natalia attempted to rub her pale flesh. Before she could however, Hope slapped her fingers away, refusing the agent any relief. And so Natalia shrugged the blow off, remembering she was an ex-soviet assassin, a veteran S.H.I.E.L.D agent; she could handle this.

"That the best you can do?" Natalia asked weakly, brushing wavy red hair from her eyes.

Hope scowled, raising her hand once more.

The second swat fell harder against Natalia's cheeks, landing with a shallow thwack. Before she had a chance to react however, the same palm came down again.

Pain reverberated through the agent's ass, spreading like wildfire. The redhead winced, squeezing her eyes shut.

Two more blows, as hard as the first, landed in quick succession. This time Natalia did gasp; pain flaring across her backside, lower lip wobbling.

She wanted to resist, to throw the brunette off. But something held her back. Feeling trapped, Natasha held her breath, waiting for the next blow.

Hope rested her hand on Natalia's behind, gently massaging the reddened flesh even as she applied pressure over the tender area.

"Has the bad girl learnt her lesson?" Hope said breathily, still tired from all this exertion:

"Enjoying being spanked by your superior?"

Natalia shuddered minutely as the hand that caressed her behind pinched a sore cheek. Embarrassed, she attempted to hide beneath the red curls that slipped down over her face.

At that moment Natasha hated herself, her job, all which lead her here. When she came to S.H.I.E.L.D she thought she would be making a difference, cleaning up her ledger. Instead Maria had her servicing wealthy Daddy's pets, using her body and soul to manipulate and deceive. The redhead blinked back tears; she deserved this.

The next smack came as a surprise, Natalia having become accustomed to Hope's condescending caress. Caught out the redhead yelped:

"AHHH-Okay!" Natalia croaked: "If you let me go I'll do whatever you want, alright?!"

"Really?" Hope responded deviously.

Reaching between the redhead's thighs, the young board member cupped her trainer's hot wet pussy:

"Cos you seem to be getting all the benefits..."

Natalia swallowed nervously; surely this couldn't get any worse? The glowing heat emanating from her cheeks now also resided in her core, leaving the agent worked up and flustered. Hope was clearly keen to see this through, in-spite of her prey's reluctance.

Natalia knew the protocol; give the mark what they want and they'll be inclined to do likewise. So the redhead tensed her long legs, bracing herself whilst trying to maintain a modicum of self-respect.

Smack, 
SMACK, SMACK!!


This time there was no warning, no holding back as Hope released her pent up frustration. Natalia stifled a cry, biting a knuckle as the accumulated pain became beyond uncomfortable, her eyes watering. The slaps the Russian felt were sharper, merciless, while that heat spread further, a primal part of both woman's psyche's unleashed.

Soon the blows started to fall like rain, one after another after another. Each time the shock reverberated through the redhead's body, arched back aching, ass cheeks on fire.

"You let her win?" Wanda asked in astonishment, watching the sordid event unfold:

"Dat is your role in de Avenger's?"

Natasha watched herself being spanked as if in a haze, the out of body experience making her feel woozy.

"It was the right play, she invited me in to PYM Tech that night..."

"And there she had you again and again" the brunette replied smugly.

"Ahhh... AHHH... AHHHHH!!" the past Natasha screeched, wide eyes tearing up. Finally the redhead could take no more:

"Ohhh!! Hhhhope!!"

...

"You like it don't you?" Wanda asked surreptitiously as the memory faded, "the submission..."

"Of course not." Natasha replied bitterly. The redhead did a double take, snapping out of her lust filled haze with a start as she suddenly realizing how far she had gone, having lost her grip on reality:

"I do whatever it takes. That's it."

"No..." Wanda responded ponderously, circling the wary ex-agent:

"S.H.I.E.L.D takes ordinary people and forms them into assets: The Hulk smashes, the Iron man flies... and you let them all dominate you."

Blinking hard, Natasha tried to detach herself. It was difficult; this was her head after all. Her memories, her own actions; all used against her.

"Enough." Natasha said flatly, "stop this now."

"Why?" Wanda asked, her Sokovian tone almost teasing:

"Is the Black Widow uncomfortable when she is truly naked??"

"I said enough!" Natasha bit back her temper, but the anger was boiling over. She was being probed, manipulated, the brunette using her the one thing she knew of her; sex, to delve deeper into her mind. Natasha knew she had to resist, but for once, all her combative skill meant nothing. Still, it helped with the frustration:

Reaching for her sidearm the redhead froze once again; her guns were gone; her stealth suit too: Natasha was literally naked.

The foreign girl smirked; smoky eyes drinking the agent in, gaze travelling down the redhead's midriff as she moved cautiously closer to the beautiful Spy.

Wanda tried to stay calm; or the Agent would know she was well out of her element. Nevertheless staring at the woman's body came so easily, her perfect form almost glowing in the throbbing light that surrounded them both:

Romanoff was curvaceous, her magnificent breasts rising and falling as the surprised redhead realised how out of her control this situation truly was. While her stance suggested agitation, the agent did nothing to cover her modesty; clearly used to being ogled in this manner. Wanda tried to blink, eyes wide: perhaps disrobing the redhead had backfired:

"In the end, this body is all you have..." Wanda whispered, still engrossed by Natasha's curves, eyes anywhere but the redhead's own. Hands unconsciously rising, her palms hovered over the ex-agent's magnificent bust, flexing as if magnetized to the older woman's flesh.

Natasha saw that lustful gaze: for all her supposed omnipotence, her interrogator was still just a kid. She could use that:

"And you're so different?"

Wanda gasped: her own clothing disappearing. Recoiling, the brunette attempted to cover herself, now only clad in skimpy underwear.

"Huh, guess you've got more to hide than me?" Natasha said slowly, reaching forward and twanging the girl's lavender bra strap.

The brunette balked, her rags replaced with revealing lingerie. She felt violated, the redhead able to see so much of her skin, new brassiere and heels emphasising curves she had meant to hide. Even her hair had changed, her dark, lank locks now wavy and quaffed.

Looking up from her transformed clothing, Wanda spoke through gritted teeth:

"You put me in dis, dis ridiculous outfit?"

"I have an active imagination... besides you look, cute," The redhead purred in response. Natasha, to her shame, was enjoying the girl's new attire. Perhaps it was wrong to sexualize a peasant, almost 10 years younger than herself. But she had to admit, the waifish brunette was appealingly pert.

"You want me?" The girl asked disgustedly.

"I want you out of my head, I want out of this cell. So yes, I want you..." Natasha replied, her tone becoming darkening:

"But if we're talking about my screwed up head, versus your screwed up head..."

Natasha sauntered forward, till the women were practically nose-to-nose:

"...yours is going to lose."

Wanda snapped, grabbing the irritating spy by the scalp, long finger's tangling in wavy red locks; frustrated by her tenacious prey:

"What eez wrong with you?! Silence you mewling- mmpphh! Unnghh!"

Natasha rolled her eyes, slipping free of the brunette's grip with ease and diving forward; cutting the young girl of as she captured her soft lips in a bruising kissing.

"Unngh!" was all Wanda could get out as her mouth was invaded by another woman's tongue for the first time; slipping easily to the back of her throat. The Witch wanted to resist but at the same time realized this was a fantasy, a trick of two minds combined. Nothing more. She could use this, assert dominance and find a way to crack the devious redhead. So instead Wanda pushed back against the invading tongue; hoping to gain some control.

Natasha leant into their embrace, tipping back the brunette's head as she deepened their kiss. Lips smearing together, the ex-agent was impressed by the girl's insistence, if not by her sloppy technique. The Sokovian was inexperienced and aggressive.

Yet both women were shocked by the pleasure they derived from the kiss, which despite being hard, was also soft and inviting. Wanda tangled her tongue with Natasha's desperately, leaping at any chance to assert dominance; one she could not afford to miss. But unlike the spy she was overwhelmed, becoming lost in sensation, oblivious to the strobing light and deep purple mist that swirled around them. Hands at first falling loose at her sides, they soon drifted to the redhead's waist, beginning to wander. Pushing her own tongue into Natasha's mouth, she licked lips and teeth alike with increasing earnest.

This left Wanda vulnerable, distracted and barely registering what the redhead was doing with the rest of her body. Natasha used the purchase her hand's had on girl's butt too grind her clad pussy up and down on an own outstretched thigh. Over and over the naïve Sorkovian rode a confident limb, her steely guard failing.

Increasing the pressure gradually, Natasha lifted her free hand to the brunette's breast, gripping a cup firmly. Massaging the pert globe, the ex-agent slipped her hand arounf the girl's back; flicking open the clasp as she went.

Almost unaware of her actions, the brunette allowed the bra to fall from her chest; the Spy's fingers reaching for an increasingly hard nipple.

Wanda gasped, open-mouthed, as the redhead tweaked her straining flesh, squeezing her eyes shut as the more experienced lover plucked at a vulnerable peak. Suppressing a squeal, she held her ground admirably, even as she was attacked on multiple fronts: Soon however, the light around them turned red hot.

For what felt like an eternity the women tangled together, bodies and minds as one. Wanda waivered back and forth, enraptured moans escaping helpless lips. Both frantically worked against each other, each trying to assert control. Natasha knew it was only a matter of time till she broke the young brunette. Hormones control the body, the rational mind. She could still reach her ultimatum.

Eventually Wanda found herself attempting to push Natasha away, even while furiously aroused:

"You k-know, none of this is real, that, that you are still a puppet, doing.. doing dare- their bidding. Her bidding..."

Quickly recovering her breath, Natasha licked her lips determinedly:

Launching herself forward, the two women fell, entangled, onto a luxurious red bed. Surprised, the brunette barely comprehended the change in their surroundings before the redhead was on her; straddling the nervous witch. When she replied her tone was victorious:

"Mmmm... Feels real enough to me..."

Butterfly kissing down the nape of the girl's neck, Natasha made short work of the quivering Sorkovian, licking and kissing her collarbone before descending onto her chest.

Conflicted, Wanda flexed her lithe frame against the glorious royal bed; she'd never slept in a place so soft, been wrapped in sheets so fine. The witch cursed herself; this was a fantasy, a mirage she'd helped create, a method to ensnare the enemy Avenger. Her fingers curled into the silk sheets, and the brunette sighed desperately. She could play along with this little fantasy... couldn't she?

Natasha's hand slipped tantalisingly down the girl's exposed stomach, trailing over skimpy lavender underwear: close to her needy core. Tugging the frilly fabric down, the redhead observed a neat patch of hair before descending into obvious wetness. The Sokovian gulped; eyelids fluttering open as long digits spread her vulnerable flower, straining against the other woman as her body was easily manipulated.

"So tell me, assuming I can convince you I'm worth saving, how would we get out of here?"

Wanda looked down at the redhead incredulously: