An Avenger's Ultimatum

"W-what?" the witch murmured; attempting to gather her wits even as the redhead slipped a long finger into her pussy.

"I know we're in my head, that's a given. I'm talking out of this cell..."

"Uunggh!" the brunette gasped in frustration, brow knitting as the Spy stimulated her pleasure centres cruelly. Brushing her thighs together, Wanda attempted to relieve her ecstasy to no avail, the redhead easily stirring the girl towards orgasm with a flick to her clit. Then tickling her pussy lips with practiced effectiveness, Natasha played with her prey, forcing the witch to shudder and twist in her grip.

"Y-you are... devious Romanoff," Wanda moaned in reply, eyes rolling as the redhead brushed her G-spot once more.

The Sokovian bit her lip, struggling to come up with an answer as the redhead sent sparks of pleasure up through her belly, a second digit slipping between her delicate folds. She elected to respond simply:

" Ahh ugh! Never! I will Never help you!"

Natasha leant over the shaking brunette, slipping a hand beneath the girl's head.

Reaching down, Natasha firmly separated the girl's legs. Licking her own fingers she ran them up and down the blonde's pussy; forcing a hiss from the shuddering girl:

"We'll see," Natasha said, gazing down into desperate green eyes.

Drifting up the girl's body, Natasha crawled forward until she was straddling the girl's chest, the redhead looking down at a nervous face.

Wary of movement, Wanda discovered she had been effectively pinned against the pillows by tensed thighs, how close she now was to the redhead's core:

"You, you are not serious?!" the brunette spat, her hands shooting up to the ex-agent's legs, attempting to hold the woman back.

"I just thought, since this is my fantasy..." Natasha purred, enjoying the sense of control she had gained from the girl. The brunette wriggled between her legs, dark rimmed eyes wide and nervous.

The Spy grinned, reaching down to grasp her captive's hands, still tightly gripping her parted thighs, before combing her fingers through that dark luxurious hair, mocking the other girl:



"Just go with it..."

"I am in control here!" The witch shrieked unconvincingly, struggling even as the woman's pussy down to meet her:

In-spite of her anger, Wanda was captivated by the sight of Natasha's womanhood. She had never looked at one before. It was pretty... like a flower.

However, the brunette had her lips tightly shut as they were pressed into the redhead's core, the girl fearing what would happen to her if she had a taste of the sweet smelling nectar within.

"I will have them torture you for this! I will make your nightmares real, I'll -mmmggh Unnngh!"

Natasha, realizing their conversation was going nowhere fast, responded by applying more of her own body weight, settling down onto the witch's pretty face and stifling the raging witch:

"Figured that would shut you up," the redhead said triumphantly; as she rode the brunette's face

Wanda whimpered in frustration, now struggling to breathe. Closing her eyes she opened her mouth and attempted to yell, her voice lost in the redhead's womanhood, her tongue accidentally licking pussy for the very first time; the soft pink implement swiping over wet folds.

The taste took the Sokovian by surprise; how could this creature taste so... good? 
Cautiously she stuck out her tongue again, licking the redhead once more. Warm syrupy sweetness dribbled down over her extended tongue.

Trying to stay calm, the brunette considered her options, attempting to rationalise her submission: It wasn't real; she constructed this place in the woman's subconscious, bound by her sense of reality! Nothing that happened here counted. So, beginning to surreptitiously lap at the Spy's core, Wanda played along, unaware of increasing appetite. Soon she was lost in the woman's delicious peach; now pulsing against her mouth.


Natasha ran a hand through her own wavy red hair, feeling a rush of ecstasy as her body got some much needed relief; It felt good to have someone between her legs again, much better than being tied to a chair.

Looking down, she could see the witch's dark tendrils of hair spilling out over the pillow. Natasha stroked it back condescendingly, hoping to give the Sokovian more encouragement while she ate her out.

The girl's tongue made clumsy and inexperienced progress, attempting to unlock the woman she had been sent to break down.

"That's it girl, now who's boss?" Natasha asked shakily, gasping for air, " Ohh yessss... Good girrrl!" 



The redhead rolled against plump lips, her own eyes rolling as the brunette responded in earnest.

"AHHHH!!" Natasha screamed as, without warning, the brunette begun swirling and pistoning her tongue; possessed by the task itself. The brunette had talent, a delicacy and dexterity that must come with the power that seemed to seep from this girl. Natasha closed her eyes, trying to think; she was only in control as long as she could keep her consumed. With every second that became harder.

Struggling to retain her composure Natasha let out a guttural groan, her taught torso beginning to twist and flex in correspondence with the brunette's stellar efforts.

Breathing hard, the ex-agent looked down once more. The brunette seemed shocked at her own conduct, disgusted and proud of herself all at the same time; even attempting to arch her back to gain greater access. Unfortunately for Wanda, this only meant more of her puffing mouth was engulfed in pussy. The witch shook her head, screaming into the Spy's nethers as the petulant redhead rode her face.

Gripping the brunette's hair, Natasha pulled her nose deep into her folds, beginning to grind against the girl greedily.

Wanda shuddered, struggling to breath and bucking under the larger woman's full weight. Losing herself, the redhead jerked against her face faster, thighs tightening around her head as powerful warmth spreading through her loins. Throwing her head back, Natasha fully indulged her urges as she fucked the Scarlet Witch.

Wanda gasped, closing her mouth as warm, wet juice spread over her lips, cheeks, nose and eyebrows. Aware that this allowed the Spy to move even faster, the wet squish simply lubricating her face, all the girl could do was shudder like a rag doll, whimpering as her skin was covered with warm sticky cream. The Sokovian grimaced, the humiliation making her growl uncontrollably.

Close to a major climax, Natasha's body tensed up uncontrollably. Leaning back on her haunches and pressing against Wanda's face, the redhead swept back her wavy hair, staring up at the infinite, pulsing blackness above them.

"MMMNGGHH!!" Wanda cried uselessly; suffocated by the horny Spy, twisting her lithe body uselessly in place and gripping the ample butt above her chin, digging black nails into porcelain skin.

Clinging onto the writhing girl below her; Natasha rode the witch like a bucking stead between her legs. Soon however, the stimulation was simply too much.

"awwWWW!! MMmmmm, UNNGH!!" Natasha yelled, her body giving way:

"How dare- Unnnnghhh! Wanda attempted to snarl, before the woman's orgasm burst onto her face, closing her mouth just in time to avoid swallowing any of her Spy's hot cum.

"Yesss..." Natasha moaned as she doused the brunette in cream, dripping all over her pretty face, mingling with hair and stinging green eyes. For several minutes the redhead just sat, her body taught, waiting for the humiliated the brunette to go limp.

Needing to breathe, Wanda opened her mouth gingerly; inadvertently allowing the cream to run down to the back of her throat. Caught off guard, the brunette choked and reflexively; hot liquid gurgling down her throat. The brunette clapped her mouth shut, going into wide-eyed shock as she realized what she had done.

Stumbling backward onto the tangled bedspread, Natasha took a moment to catch her breath. Rolling over, the redhead stretched like a satisfied cat. Eying the mortified brunette, Natasha smirked, almost feeling sorry for the sticky girl. She'd done well for a first timer. Then again, did it count under these circumstances?

Knowing she must look a complete state, Wanda gingerly wiped the cream from her eyelids. She felt dirty. Her hair was now greasier than ever; knotted with sweat and pussy juice. Her eyes, normally calm and striking, were wide and shocked, her mascara smeared down her across her temples. And she was horny; oh desperately, hungrily horny.

That fact was not comforting; Wanda not sure she could even live with the shame of letting a sworn enemy orgasm into her mouth.

The brunette did not need to be a mind reader to tell that the spy was taking great pleasure in her latest humiliation. That she was now in a line up of countless other women the redhead had fucked made the Witch feel like a whore.

In that moment, that horribly undignified moment, Wanda realised that's exactly what she had become. In her desire for control she had become blind to the fact she was prostituting herself. Literally exchanging sex, every fibre of her being for the chance to know this woman's mind. And that was when she discovered, suddenly, that she did.

Natasha crept closer to the stunned girl, feeling in control:

"Now, what were we talking about before I cut you off?"

"Wanda shook her head like a petulant child, still staring upward:

"I will not tell you how to get away..."

"Not even If I'm really, really nice?" the redhead asked playfully, resting a hand on the girl's thigh.

"I am not one of your tramps!" the brunette replied bitterly, turning to meet the Spy's eyes:

"Kiss. My. Ass!"

Wanda turned away; she didn't want to look at the woman anymore. Unperturbed, the Spy maneuvered behind her, the brunette grunting; raised grudgingly into a position on her front, forgotten panties tangling between outstretched thighs.

The Sokovian barely blinked; she didn't think anything could embarrass her anymore. That was when Wanda felt hot breath on her vulnerable behind.

Natasha let her hand rest on one of the girl's pert cheek to relay her intentions. When the brunette didn't respond, she slowly pulled the witch's succulent globes apart.

The redhead knew she was exposing herself here, acting almost subservient. This was the bluff, signaling to girl that she was willing to be vulnerable, that they were the same even as she gained more control. She had to mislead the Witch; make her pliable and willing. Build her up again before she broke Wanda completely. After what Natasha had planned, the brunette would be willing to do anything. All she had to do was suffer a little indignity:

Natasha pursed her full lips, staring at the girl's quivering pucker as it expanded and contracted before her.

Feeling bold, Natasha licked along the length of the girl's crack, feeling the hollow of the Witch's anus as her tongue rolled over it. Not slipping inside, she leant forward and placed a gentle kiss on the delicate flesh. Going further, she licked slowly all around the rim of the brunette's asshole.

Wanda's eyes widened. Surely the Avenger couldn't be this depraved? The first flick of Romanoff's expert tongue let the brunette know, the girl releasing a guttural groan. Twisting her head, the Sokovian could just make out red hair above the twin mounds of her behind. Unable to speak through this bizarre new sensation, the inexperienced brunette simply whimpered.

Natasha held her breath, tasting the little witch cautiously. To her relief, the brunette was fresh, unbelievably so; tasting tart and earthy. The girl's hot sphincter was deliciously tight, her warm insides hugging the redhead's tongue with each penetration. Snaking the muscle in an out of the witch caused the young girl to twitch and moan with each escape. Natasha let her resting hand squeeze a pale cheek while continuing to surreptitiously pleasure the Sokovian. Enjoying the delicious jiggle of the girl's flesh for a moment, the redhead focused on the task at hand.

Keeping her cheeks spread with her palms, Natasha placed her thumbs on either side of the girl's asshole and opened it gently, just enough to expose the tender, pink interior. Becoming more invasive she licked firmly, then pushing the tip of her tongue into the entrance, Natasha slipped into the brunette's butthole.

Using her tongue to penetrate Wanda, the ex-agent tried not to think to hard about what she was doing, maintaining the same pace while switching up her style; determined to extract an orgasm from the astonished brunette.

Purple light twinkling in the Sokovian's eyes, the girl shuddered as the wet instrument twirled in her forbidden passage. Starting as a wet tickle, the brunette could only snort and shake as the tongue found nerves she didn't even know she had, her whole body tightening with each pulse from the Spy's mouth.

Wanda held on, eyes watering as the redhead's lips sealed around her pucker, Natasha's hot breath rushing into her exposed colon.

These new sensations, combined with Natasha's vigorous efforts, lead to an almost unexpected orgasm. Gasping, Wanda fell forward, burying her face in the nearest pillow as her body was suddenly claimed. Shuddering in place, the girl quivered as the redhead licked her behind, amazed by this turn of events. But the depraved Spy didn't let up:

"Grom te Spalio!" Wanda screamed in Sokovian, lurching forward once more as her body vibrated with each wave of pleasure that exploded from her nethers. Lost in bliss, the brunette practically went fetal, long dark hair spilling over her blushing face.

Natasha knew the girl was ready; her body open and exposed before her. Now if this truly was her mind, and the girl was distracted, then she should have exactly what she wanted. When the redhead looked down she immediately got just that.

...

Tied tightly around her hips had appeared a dildo larger than any she had used before. Natasha didn't question how it had gotten there, the redhead smiling; this was her unconscious mind, anything could happen here.

Testing the erect cock, Natasha ensured the little witch was still doubled over, oblivious to her new appendage; this would be the final stage of her submission. Just as Agent Hill had once re-made her, the ex-agent would take her anal virginity, her last sanctum of dignity. After that her cause wouldn't matter; Maximoff would be hers to use.

Peeling apart fuller butt cheeks, the redhead then pushed the girl's legs open with her knees, before lining up her hips. Feeling the body sway, she held the brunette still, before pressing forward.

Natasha savoured the moment of taking anal virginity; the head of her strap on slowly stretching the woman's butthole wide until it slid inside, popping her cherry.

The second she took her ass the brunette cried out in pain, gripping the bed sheets and tensing up so tight Natasha was surprised the dildo didn't shatter. More aroused than ever, the redhead slipped another inch inside.

Repeating this short routine, the ex-agent slowly delved into the brunette's rectum, until Natasha was about halfway in.

Beginning to flex her muscles, Natasha skillfully dove in and out of the Sokovian's tight orifice. Not waiting until the pain died down, Natasha smiled when the brunette's growls of discomfort quickly dissolved into grunts of strained pleasure: the woman unknowingly defeated.

Unfortunately for the brunette, this was incredibly arousing for Natasha, and instead of backing off as she should have the ex-agent took deeper strokes into her tight rosebud; allowing the sheer girth of her tool to do all the work.

Natasha was happy to give the ass a hard pounding, but was surprised by how quiet and compliant the Witch had become, a far cry from the fiery brunette she had first encountered. But for this to be over, the Sokovian had to acknowledge this. Permission was essential in control; otherwise later the girl wouldn't do as she was told.

When she finally gave in however, it was nothing like Natasha expected.

The Witch didn't say anything as she was slowly pounded, still bent over, the only sign of life her raised her ass; pushing back against the redhead's thrusts.

For the ex-agent it was a sign; this woman wanted her ass fucked, she wanted to test her moral, physical and emotional limits.

"You like it don't you?" Natasha asked, sweat running down her brow as she continued her anal exertion, pistoning her hips in and out of her charge at a steady pace.

There was no response.

"You want more?!" the redhead asked condescendingly.

Still no response.

"Well if you want more, you're going to have to ask for it!" Natasha said patiently.

Natasha was surprised the girl was still holding out; it would be impressive if it weren't so frustrating. Pushing half her dildo in and out of the Witch's ass, she pulled fully back until the head almost came out and then shoved back in, never adding more inches or increasing the pace, slowly sodomising the stubborn Sokovian.

"More."

It was muffled because her face was buried in the sheets, but the girl sounded somehow different, less foreign, more commanding.

"More."

Again it was muffled because her face was still buried in the sheets, but the voice felt... different.

"Sorry, what?" Natasha said more uncertainly, leaning over her charge.

There was a moment's pause and then the brunette lifted her head, twisting to face the redhead.

Maria Hill glared back at her:

"MORREEE!" the brunette screamed, eyes red and glowing.

Natasha blanched scrambling backward and falling into Wanda's waiting arms.

Holding the redhead close to her breast, the brunette leant over the frightened Spy's shoulder, whispering into her ear:

"I can play mind games too."

Natasha struggled in the girl's grip, feeling feint; what just happened!? Twisting to face the Sokovian, she eyed the girl fearfully:

"I can't control dreams..." the Witch said simply, "but nightmares..."

Natasha's head was swimming, the light around them wavy, distorted.

Falling forward, the redhead met the bed where her former boss had been, feeling nauseous and disorientated. The girl had tricked her, exposed her!

"All that strength, that confidence. Its an act!" Wanda said smugly:

"

She broke you didn't she?"

Natasha whimpered, foreign hands gripping her meaty cheeks, sharp nails digging into her flesh. Tugging her hips backward with impressive force, the redhead could only gasp as her asshole was impaled on the dildo without warning; the witch making no attempt to be gentle.

The ex-agent tore at the sheets, eyes bulging as the brunette sank several inches of the dildo into her back door. Even by Maria standards, this was rough; no preparation, just determination as her body was forced to swallow several inches of hard plastic cock.

Natasha kept breathing, ragged uneven gulps of air, remembering her strategy for this kind of assault. Still it had been a while and the girl's technique left little time for adjustment; stuffing the redhead like a Christmas goose.

Wanda didn't hesitate; not any more. Not when she was beating this agent. All this time she had been waiting. Waiting for the famous manipulator to reveal her strategy. Then it had been simple to turn it on her. Somehow the redhead hadn't seen it coming; apparently the little girl act working on even the most hardened female assassin's. Now however, was not a time for doubt, the brunette could show no mercy. Wanda had to keep pressing, only stopping when her hips banged against the Spy's dildo stuffed cheeks; 12 inches now all the way inside her full ass.

Natasha didn't realise the full magnitude of the moment until the girl's thighs slapped against her behind, sending shockwaves through her core: she was being butt fucked by a 23 year old girl!