Black Widow - Compromised Ch. 03

As soon as the elevator doors closed, Hill grabbed her by the arm and forced her to match her pace down the corridor.

"Romanoff, I think it's best if you come with me."

"Wait, what are you doing?" Black Widow exclaimed, as Hill continued to tightly hold her arm as they marched down the corridor.

"I was monitoring your effect on the conflict and you were having... an unfortunate one on Banner. It could've been catastrophic."

"What? I didn't even say anything."

"Of course, you don't need to."

Natasha, disorientated from the humiliating mischief Loki had brought into her day, let herself be taken by Hill, hoping to feign ignorance and get out of this situation as fast as possible.

Suddenly, Natasha found herself roughly pushed against the wall by the Deputy Director, though luckily no one was around to see the spectacle.

"What the hell!" Natasha exclaimed, but Maria quickly let her go, staying close and staring her down.

"I get so sick of you walking around this ship in that slutty suit. I mean, Jesus, I can see your nipples and fucking cameltoe through that material!"

Natasha was gobsmacked at how the passive-aggressive demeanour had cracked so swiftly, leaving behind something so willingly vulgar. And despite her protests, Natasha couldn't help but glance down to check her zipper again, and pull her catsuit away from her crotch as inconspicuously as she could manage.

Before she got another word in, Hill swiped her ID card against the reader, opening a door to Natasha's left. They were outside Hill's office and she hadn't even noticed. She once again grabbed her by the elbow and they went inside, the door locking behind them.

*****

"Are you even wearing underwear?"

Black Widow was taken back at Maria's question, and didn't bother answering her. However spot-on she was, she needed to deflect and end whatever this meeting was.

"What's your problem with me, exactly?"

Without a word, Maria pushed Natasha down onto the chair behind her, leaned in and pulled her wrists behind her back, all in one swift motion - followed by a click. Without even needing to move, Natasha realised what had just happened.

"Did you just handcuff me to the freakin' chair?" Natasha asked, before smiling to herself, "Do you think this is going to keep me here? Some cuffs?"

"You'll get out. I know that. But these S.H.I.E.L.D. handcuffs are little harder to slither out of, tougher than whatever cheap shit you get tied to bed posts with or whatever. It'll keep you here long enough to listen to me."

Natasha took a deep breath and relaxed her body, no longer straining against the handcuffs that held her to the back of the chair.

"Okay. I'm listening."

"Good girl," Hill replied with a condescension that made Natasha wince. "I'm not going to go over everything. We both know we don't get on, but while you're a captive audience I need to get a few things out there."

Natasha braced herself for insults and criticism, knowing that she could figure out where the weak points in the cuffs were within a few minutes, and may even be released by then anyway.

"I've always thought you were an attention-seeker. You're the agent we give the dirty jobs to, and you do them well, but for some reason Fury lets you have a seat at the table during a time like this. And all the while, you somehow step up your game, showing as much skin as you can to land yourself a superhero when we've got actual work to do.

"It was the final straw when I saw you attempt to get into an elevator with a man whose accelerated heart-rate can have disastrous results, looking like you're about to burst out of the material that's barely hiding anything to begin with."

Natasha waited patiently for the rant to end. She understood a little of why Maria felt that way, but so much of it was directed by her own insecurities that she didn't take it too seriously. And besides, she was only a minute away from breaking free.

"Are you done?"

"Not quite."

"Well. If it's more of the same, I have work to do. I'll do my best to not offend you with my presence in the future."

Maria ignored her, before going behind her desk, to Natasha's left. She booted up her computer and seemed engrossed in something for a moment.

"You may not think it, but as your superior officer I know this for certain: you need to be punished for your actions."

"What's stopping me from leaving?"

"You can leave whenever you please," Maria said as she tapped the console on her desk, revealing a large screen on the wall opposite Natasha, "but you may not want to after seeing this."

Natasha paused her escape attempt, curious as to what Hill was doing, and more than a little nervous after seeing the deputy director's smirk. When the image came into focus, Natasha couldn't help but let out a gasp.

She saw herself in the screen, not reflected, but a familiar image all the same. There she sat, only wearing a red vest top and a pair of grey cotton panties. With dread she saw her hand reach into her underwear and start to play, her body relaxing as her fingers made contact with her pussy.

'So Maria recorded me masturbating?' Natasha thought to herself with incredulity. She glanced at Maria, who stifled a laugh.

"Where did you get this recording?"

"You shouldn't be surprised that there's admin access to all video feeds in the Helicarrier, even when they're not broadcasting. Normally, they're closed to everyone except Fury, but with the recent search they were unlocked along with all SHIELD-accessible wireless equipment. That means if someone, say, uses mirror mode on their console while finger fucking themselves, it's accessible to the right people."

'Fuck,' Natasha thought to herself. She should have guessed that Fury would have something like this set up just in case. Hopefully he wasn't using it for any untoward purposes. What was scarier than the fact that someone who hated her had a hold of this footage, was the fact that she had used the word 'people'.

"Has anyone else seen this?"

Maria looked like she couldn't stop smiling, sensing the power she had over her rival. Without a word, she started playing the video again.

"Don't worry, slut, I did you a favour and locked your console, removed the footage - but not before I ripped the video for myself."

Natasha could barely breathe. It was embarrassing enough to be seen in this... private moment... by anyone - but with Maria it was even worse. Maria wouldn't just mock her and leave it, she would relish the power she has, and that means her least favourite person on the Helicarrier was in complete control.

"There's a lot of build-up here," Maria said, looking from her captive to the image of Natasha legs apart and hand deep into her panties, "So I'll get to the best bits."

As the video was skipped forward, Natasha saw glimpses of her lengthy masturbation session in fast-forward, before her position changed.

"Oh god..." Natasha said, wishing her hands were free so she could put her head in them. The image playing in front of her was Black Widow, stripped down to just her skimpy top, on all fours, with her fingers deep in her pussy.

"'Oh god' is right," Maria smiled. "In fact - I think you say that exact phrase at one point."

Natasha, her face becoming nearly as red as her hair, looked from Maria to the screen in utter humiliation. She looked back to her former self, finger-fucking herself, knowing that this wanton slut was dreaming of a cock to fill her up, and felt a familiar feeling.

Her face was no longer red just from embarrassment, but a flush overtook her that she knew to be Loki's mischief at play - at least, she thought it was. She hoped it was his magic that made her pussy wet and her nipples harden, and not the lewd display she was reliving.

Maria snapped her fingers, reminding Natasha where she was once again.

"Hey, red! You're looking a little distracted - what's up?"

Maria's voice was full of mock sympathy, to which the flustered agent could only reply with a frown, her wits going out of the window as the heat took hold of her. With the video still playing behind her, Hill hopped off her perch on the corner of her desk and approached Natasha, bending over to be on her level.

When she was up close, too close for Natasha's liking, she held the Black Widow's chin between her thumb and forefinger. Eager to escape the patronising contact, Natasha shook her head, but Maria only gripped it more firmly, keeping the redhead facing her.

"Don't act like you've got somewhere else to be, skank - you are right where you need to be."

Maria looked the agent sat before her up and down slowly, then smiled.

"Tell me - are you turned on right now? Because you look horny as fuck."

Despite how clear it was that Maria was trying to humiliate her and get under her skin with her taunts, the words cut into Natasha regardless. 'I am horny,' Natasha thought to herself, though she didn't exactly want to share that information.

And, whether she liked it or not, being tied up by her rival wasn't doing anything to cool her off either. It was like living out a strange, embarrassing, but thrilling sex dream without the comfort of waking up and putting it out of your mind. Maria stared into her eyes as she waited for the answer.

"No." Natasha said, with all the certainty she could muster in her current state.

"Uh huh..." Maria muttered, her eyes leaving Natasha's gaze to study the imprints of Natasha's nipples against her suit. Looking over her shoulder, Maria spotted the video once more, and smiled.

"See, look at this," Maria said as she took a step back from Natasha and grabbed the remote off her desk. Natasha knew what to expect, but still found herself look up at the screen without thinking, and once again being confronted with the sight of herself in the throes of pleasure.

She could tell it was coming towards the end, as she could see her past self place both her feet on the table. Her legs were spread wide, allowing the camera a perfect view of her open pussy before her wandering fingers found it once more. 'God,' Natasha thought to herself, 'I am fucked'.

The image froze on the screen as Maria paused the video, pointing at the lewd image with a smile on her face.

"Now, don't you think that she needs a lesson? I'd say, she deserves some punishment. Do you agree?"

Natasha, took off guard by the exchange, looked back at the image for an answer. As she felt a shiver of excitement run through her body, she knew the answer was yes. A moment later, she shook her head, trying to keep her head above the waters of irrationality.

"No. Hill... let's just leave this. You've had your fun."

"Have I?"

Maria came close once again, and Natasha struggled to break the cuffs once more. All her other moves to escape would involve incapacitating the Deputy Director, and that wasn't really an option. Getting her hands free was just to make her feel more secure - because she knew Maria could keep her there with her words.

"Be still," Maria whispered as she placed her hand delicately on Natasha's cheek, leading the agent to wonder what the hell she was doing. And she did what she was told, shocking even herself with her acquiescence, although she knew there was little wiggle room in this situation.

"Please, just delete the video. You don't need to keep it - or share it."

Natasha felt weak pleading, but with Maria inches away from her face, staring into her eyes, she knew she was beaten. And if she was going to win the war she would have to lose this battle. Hopefully, it would just be her ego that took the hit.

"You know, once the day is saved, I could share this with every grunt on this Helicarrier. I think some of the lowest tier would love to see you taken down a peg or two. Or, I could just share it with your Avenger buddies - an advertisement for the team's personal toy. Or, you could show a little more respect to the chain of command."

Natasha, knowing her plea had been heard, chose to not speak rather than argue again. Maria had made up her mind - what was all this taunting for? The answer wasn't one she was anticipating, as Maria pointed to the image of her sweat-drenched body on the screen once more.

"I think that slut deserves to be punished. Now - do you agree?"

Natasha swallowed - she knew what she really meant. It was less a matter of opinion than it was an order. Besides, deep down, Black Widow really did agree with her on this point.

"Yes," Natasha said quietly.

"Could you clarify? I need a little more."

Maria approached Natasha again, this time putting her hands on either side of her seat and leaning close. She could feel Hill's warm breath against her face when she spoke.

"She deserves to be punished."

"Why?" Maria asked with a smirk. With resignation, Natasha replied:

"Because she's a slut, and she has no respect for authority."

Almost as soon as she finished her sentence, Natasha heard a click behind her, and her hands were free once again. Maria walked back to the screen, where her naked form was displayed. 'Thank god the blinds were drawn,' she thought to herself as she stood up, massaging her wrists.

"On the desk - you know what to do," Maria commanded.

"What?" the perplexed agent responded. Maria rolled her eyes and said:

"What - did Fury never even once give you a spanking?"

Natasha raised her eyebrows, concentrating hard not to storm out of the room and assess the situation. Within a few moments, she was back at the same conclusion, so she did as she was told. 'I need to give her what she wants,' she thought to herself, 'then get the hell out of here'.

With the heat of Maria's gaze on her, Natasha approached the end of the desk. She slowly leaned forward, placing her palms on the desk. As her chest met the table, she felt a jolt run through her. Her hard nipples felt like they were grazing the wooden surface, pushing against the thin and tight fabric of her costume.

After what felt like a lifetime of silence broken only by quiet footsteps, Natasha jumped as she felt Maria's hands on her buttocks. "Hey!" Natasha exclaimed, though her dry throat offered up a far more minuscule voice than she had intended.

"Your costume is even tighter than it looks," Maria said, almost to herself, as she grabbed Black Widow's ass, her caresses giving way to abrupt pinches. It wasn't so much of a massage as it was a declaration of ownership. Seeking some kind of control, Natasha spoke, mustering up as sarcastic and bored a tone as she could given the circumstances.

"Can we just get this over with?"

*Slap!* Natasha felt a sharp pain on her right ass cheek as Maria's hand crashed down. It was followed immediately by her voice, chastising her.

"You do not speak! Unless I ask you to speak."

Natasha felt the pain again, this time on the other cheek, and gasped with surprise.

*Slap!*

Each strike seemed to find a different part of her ass that she wasn't expecting, making her tense her body up and jolt up the table, away from Maria's hand.

*Slap!*

With each of these movements she felt her nipples rub against the desk.

*Slap!*

Her crotch was perfectly level with the edge of the desk, and as she jolted forward her uniform softened it just enough to be pleasurable.

*Slap!*

Maria stopped suddenly, and Natasha's ears were flooded with the sound of her own heavy breathing. With the breathing came a rush of blood to her ass, a delayed reaction to each blow, accumulating into a new kind of feeling. She kept her head down, not daring to look behind her in case she offended Maria further.

"You should really be smarter than this, you know. Most women don't need to spanked to be taught a lesson."

Natasha tried to put aside her own annoyance at the condescension Maria continued to show her, but that only left her feeling weak. She was bent over a desk, her ass radiating heat from a punishment more suited to naughty schoolgirls, thankful that she at least had her skintight costume to protect her behind.

And, to confuse things further, her movement during the spanking, however small, had somehow been enough to arouse her once more. 'This has to be part of Loki's spell,' Natasha thought to herself, 'I hope it is, anyway'.

"You wouldn't believe how happy I was when I saw this video. I thought maybe I'd catch you neglecting your duties or something, but this was something else. You would think you hadn't got any for months based on that performance - but we both know your job requires your cunt as much as anything else."

As Maria spoke, Natasha could feel her presence behind her, drawing closer. She then felt a hand placed on the small of her back, gently pushing her body against the desk. With her crotch now pressed against the edge, she felt Maria's hand strike her ass again.

*Slap!* *Slap!*

Maria was pushing her body down to keep her still as she spanked Natasha's already-sore ass, but in between blows she would lessen the pressure slightly as she wound up for another hit. Whether she meant it or not, Maria was grinding Natasha's crotch against the corner of the table as her hand came down.

*Slap!* *Slap!*

Natasha felt overwhelmed as the pain and pleasure coincided, her pussy being inadvertently stimulated at the same moment Maria's hand struck her buttocks.

*Slap!*

Natasha's head was pulled sharply back as Maria grasped her hair, arching the agent's back and causing her to wince.

"I hope you remember this," Maria whispered in her ear, "the next time you feel like disrespecting me."

With her fingers entwined in Natasha's red locks, Maria held her head there, launching into a flurry of slaps to her ass.

*Slap!* *Slap!* *Slap!* *Slap!*

This time it was far from a teachable moment, but revenge and anger being released on her bruised behind.

*Slap!* *Slap!* *Slap!* *Slap!*

Still holding tightly onto Natasha's hair, Maria stepped back, pulling the agent sharply to her feet. Before she could understand what was happening, Maria span her around and pushed her back down, so that she now was leaning her sore bottom against the same edge that was grinding against her crotch a moment earlier.

"Now," she said, standing inches away from Natasha, "answer my question - are you wearing any underwear?"

"Yes," Natasha said, almost inaudibly. Maria looked at her with a deadpan expression, a look of minor irritation still on her face.

"Do you expect me to believe that? I could see your nipples through your suit today. You might get a thrill out of turning on the rest of them, but it's a dangerous game to be playing."

"I'm not doing anything like that. It's Loki... fucking with things."

"Are you serious?" Maria had a quizzical look on her face. "That's what you're going to blame? The man locked in a cell?"

"He's not a man."

"An extra-terrestrial, then."

"No - a god. The god of fucking mischief at that."

"Alright, alright," Maria smiled. "So his mischief is stealing your underwear."

"In a sense. I think he's messing with all of us in different ways - there's something about that staff -"

"Okay," Maria interrupted impatiently, "I'm clearly not getting any straight answers from you."

In a swift moment that the beaten spy could barely react to, Maria grabbed the zipper at her collar and yanked it down the middle of her costume, all the way to her waist. In stunned silence, Natasha looked down at her torso, a streak of skin now visible down from her neck. For the moment, her breasts remained mostly covered, the tight uniform clinging on even as her cleavage - and lack of bra - was displayed.

"Now that's how you get answers out of a professional liar," Maria said, before tracing her fingertips slowly across Natasha's skin, from her cleavage down to her abdomen, while the spy stared at her in dismay.