Black Widow's Mission

Part 1:

A Secret Military Island. In the shadows, Natasha Romanoff stealthily moves through the corridors of the Red Skull's secret base. Nick Fury's orders echo in her mind: "Recover or destroy the Iron Man blueprints stolen from Stark Industries by Red Skull's spies, and destroy the manufacturing plant." Easier said than done, but as Natasha Romanoff, also known as Black Widow, her life has always been filled with thrills and a life of constant danger. Natasha

began her career at a young age as a Soviet spy, fighting on the front lines of the Cold War. Ironically, her first notable mission was to steal a blueprint for an early Iron Man combat armor from Stark. Stark successfully thwarted her attempt, but her abilities and beauty caught his attention. With Tony Stark's help and protection, she was able to defect to the West. Later, she joined the Avengers and even briefly led them. For years, as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, she had earned a stellar professional reputation: ruthless, efficient, and as deadly as her name. You could never guess where she was watching.

The 32-year-old Natasha stood approximately five feet seven inches tall and weighed 125 pounds, her entire body covered in a black, high-stretch synthetic fiber bodysuit, with Stark-designed bracelet-like weapon systems (nicknamed Widow's Sting) on her wrists. When she entered a room, her blue eyes, red hair, and alluring figure always drew special attention from men. Tonight, however, she wanted to avoid everyone's notice.

So far, things were going smoothly according to plan. S.H.I.E.L.D. stealth fighters flew low and fast, evading radar detection on the island. She parachuted and landed very close to the target area, which S.H.I.E.L.D. highly suspected was Red Skull's new headquarters and manufacturing facility. Dark shadows shrouded the building, and cameras positioned beneath the watchtower monitored the surrounding area. But the seasoned Black Widow avoided trouble, quietly bypassing the outer security and slipping inside.

Once inside, she decided to take the shortest route, heading straight for the heart of the base. She turned a corner and saw two soldiers with red skulls. One had black hair, the other blond. Both were armed with AK-47 rifles.

"It'll take a long time to get around them," Natasha thought. "Maybe I can take them out quietly." Natasha adjusted the Stark-designed wrist cannon on her right wrist. Then she aimed at the two soldiers and fired a tranquilizer dart at them. The first man barely reacted before collapsing unconscious to his knees. The other man's hand had just touched his belt when he too staggered and fell to the floor.

Natasha quickly grabbed a security key and rushed into the hall, but in her carelessness, she didn't notice the silent alarms flashing on the soldiers' belts.

Soon, Natasha climbed a light ladder to what was clearly the steel armor assembly line. She assessed the machines and quickly tampered with them, overloading them. She went down the fire escape to the control panel on the next floor. Facing the complex control panel, she checked it, then raised her hand. Just as her fingers touched the control lever, the floor beneath her suddenly collapsed. She landed on a metal slide and slid down it. The slide was long, seemingly several stories high, before she crashed onto the conference room floor.

Like an elegant dancer, Natasha flipped herself upon landing, landing on one knee, avoiding any injury. Then she noticed a pair of feet in front of her, and looking up, she was immediately stunned. Standing two feet away was the infamous killing machine, the mutant known as Sabretooth.

Although they never introduced themselves, Natasha knew who she was facing. As a mutant, Victor Creed had worked with the Lone Ranger and Wolverine before leaving the CIA, after which his career took him to increasingly lucrative black market operations. His codename, Sabretooth, reflected his speed and strength. Besides enhanced senses, Victor had also undergone a process of body modification with indestructible metal; Adamantium gave him a new skeleton and sharp claws. However, his most important ability was a mutation of a healing factor that could repair any wound (self-healing ability).

Part 2

Without a moment's hesitation, Black Widow fired two shots at the mutant with the widow's stinger on her wrist, instantly striking his broad chest. Unfortunately, his healing factor allowed Sabretooth to withstand more damage than a normal person. He didn't even glance at the wound on his chest, quickly swinging his weapon—his sharp claws tore the widow's stinger off her wrist. He grabbed her other arm, giving her a bear hug, easily subduing her. Air was forced out of her lungs, and she felt dizzy. She looked up, her eyes pleading with despair.

"What are you doing here?" Sabretooth said in a deep voice. "I believe they call you 'Black Widow.' Answer honestly, are you alone, or are there more Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. spies infiltrated the island?"

Black Widow's answer was a vicious kick to his groin. Having gained enough space, her leg sprang back, delivering another powerful kick, enough to shatter a normal person's skull.

Sabretooth didn't collapse as expected, but instead responded to her attack with a roar. He reached out and grabbed Natasha by the throat, lifting the heroine off the ground. Natasha tried to break his joints, attempting to pry open his fingers that were gripping her trachea, but he held on like a vise. Her legs kicked wildly in the air like she was pedaling a bicycle, seemingly trying to strike his abdominal nerve network, but her efforts were futile, causing him only a scratch. Sabretooth began to look her up and down without a second thought, like a fisherman eyeing a freshly caught fish.

Sabretooth was an evil mutant, and also a lecherous man. The widow possessed a body as beautiful as a dancer's, her entire body clad in a black, highly elastic suit that accentuated her exquisite figure and graceful curves, which pleased him greatly. Still holding her high in the air, Sabretooth drew a circle in the center of her body with the sharp claw on his index finger; the torn fabric fluttered down, revealing a snow-white cleavage and navel in the center of the hole. Through his trousers, Black Widow noticed Sabretooth's penis hardening, his eyes fixed lustfully on her full, beautiful breasts.

Black Widow knew he could kill her now if he wanted to. But Sabretooth didn't intend to do that. He wanted to send a message, to humiliate her. He released his grip on her throat, and she fell to the ground. Due to lack of oxygen, she felt dizzy, her legs went weak, and she collapsed on her buttocks.

Natasha struggled to her feet, quickly turning and crawling a few feet, trying to create distance between herself and her attacker, but before she could get far, Sabretooth strode to her side. As she struggled to her feet, he grabbed her long hair and yanked it back viciously. Black Widow's head snapped back in pain, her hands clutching her hair to try and ease the cruel pull. Sabretooth couldn't help but notice her breasts thrust forward, two breasts exposed through the ripped holes in her clothing.

Sweat glistened on her breasts, highlighting their roundness and fullness. The heroine was extremely embarrassed, as the cold air in the room had hardened her exposed nipples. Her bare breasts, now freed from the constraints of her clothing, bounced violently as she struggled against her attacker.

He straddled her waist, then reached down and ripped her tattered clothing from her shoulders and arms. Terrified, Black Widow struggled fiercely to hold onto her clothes, but the mutant was far too strong. He tore the clothes off, shredded them with his claws, and sliced them into strips. Due to the attacker's immense weight on her back, Natasha couldn't move her long, shapely legs, let alone kick or offer any resistance. Sabretooth turned, and Black Widow's eyes widened, then blinked in panic as she felt him pulling at her pants, followed by a blast of cold air on her bare buttocks. Instinctively, she reached for her waistband, trying to hold onto her pants. She managed to grab the belt, but his claws slashed across, severing the belt, and continued his work. She kicked wildly backward again, but Natasha was powerless to stop being stripped naked, not even to slow down the process. He quickly pulled the suit up to her hips, then continued to rip her pantyhose down to her ankles. Her flailing legs couldn't stop the boots from being pulled off. Then the clothes at her ankles flew off. Torn scraps of fabric scattered on the floor several meters around her.

Sabretooth then reached for her black thong. Natasha struggled to keep from trembling, feeling his large claws touch her bare buttocks. With a slight movement of his sharp claws, Sabretooth tore open her panties, removing the last shred of modesty from her naked body. She lay helplessly in the middle of the room, completely naked, the only remaining marks on her back and buttocks from Sabretooth tearing her suit. Sabretooth took

a few steps back, his lewd gaze fixed on her soft, white flesh. Natasha tried to cover her exposed private parts with her hands in shame and anger, but Sabretooth grabbed her red hair again and pulled it back and forth, the Avenger's body rolling repeatedly in his hands. Black Widow screamed in pain and rage, bravely resisting him with increasing ferocity, but she was no match for the mutant's power. Watching the pitiful girl's futile struggle with amusement, Sabretooth used his other free hand to unzip his pants and pull out his enormous penis. In his animalistic eyes, she saw a cunning glint, a disturbed mind at work, revealing his sinister and dark heart.

Grabbing her arm, he pressed her wrist to the ground beside her shoulder, spreading her legs with his groin. He looked down at her alluring upper body and began sucking and licking her swollen nipples.

"Mmm, delicious, mmm, delicious!" he teased.

Seeing a glimmer of hope, Black Widow tried to break free, struggling and kicking. But this only fueled the mutant's savage desires. Gazing into her sky-blue eyes, he pressed his full weight against her body, his thick penis exploring her genitals.

"Avenger, I know you want it. You're a slut," the mutant mocked. Black Widow's resistance was futile, but at least she prevented him from succeeding. His hard, massive glans slid past her vaginal opening several times, missing its target. But the mutant rubbed even more vigorously, her legs moving more like a seduction.

It was an unbelievable sight as Black Widow struggled and twisted, kicking her legs wildly, trying to stop Sabretooth from finding her forbidden zone. The two bodies intertwined and rubbed together, both breathing heavily. Sabretooth thoroughly enjoyed the process. He loved the way the Avenger screamed and struggled beneath him. Each time his penis glans touched her labia, the Avenger would first arch her body violently to throw him off, then continue to struggle beneath him until he struck her again. Although the end was inevitable, Sabretooth's strength far surpassed that of the exhausted Avenger. Finally, his massive cannon found its mark, forcing open her vaginal opening, and then thrusting forward.

He penetrated her.

"Oh, no, no, no!" Black Widow cried out, her chin held high, arching her back to try and escape the penetration, but she was firmly held down. The ecstatic mutant grinned, her full, fleshy breasts slapping back and forth, her hair flying wildly, her legs spread wide to lessen the pain of the intrusion. He eagerly savored her painful moans.

"Uh...oh...uh...oh oh...no...oh oh oh..."

He began thrusting into her with a rhythm of nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, starting with shallow insertions, then each time penetrating deeper, and finally, with all his might, all the way in, repeating this cycle. Black Widow could feel her body being filled completely, and she looked into the distance with disgust. She imagined what she would look like if an observer saw her: disheveled, completely naked, pinned to the ground by a mutant rapist, being repeatedly penetrated. She suddenly felt a sense of defeat, as if she had been abandoned by all the members of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers. Beads of

sweat rolled down her body. She didn't want to give up now, telling herself to wait for an opportunity to retaliate. While Sabretooth was relentlessly and forcefully penetrating her, she glanced back; the belt and the widow's penis lay on the ground not far away. He showed no sign of letting up. He thrust wildly, calling her by her name: "slut," "sex doll," "sperm pot." Natasha hated these words and loathed him. But as time passed and Sabretooth's masterful sexual techniques took hold, her body gradually adapted, his enormous penis now moving freely, stimulating waves of tingling sensations within her. She closed her eyes and shook her head, barely suppressing the heat surging in her abdomen, but each powerful thrust propelled her towards orgasm. Soon, Sabretooth roared, gripping her tightly as he ejaculated, while Black Widow screamed and reached her climax as well.

"Oh no, no ahh ... For a full two minutes, Sabretooth was still intermittently ejaculating inside her vagina, and her heavy eyelids slowly closed. A few stray strands of hair, damp with sweat, clung to her forehead.

Sabretooth kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear, "This is wonderful, my little spy slut. But now I want something special."

She could do nothing but wait for him to release her. However, the moment he released her, he flipped her face down, pinning her wrists behind her back and gripping them tightly with his tiger-claw-like hands. He held her wrists with one hand and used the other to hold his penis, pressing the glans against her anus.

Black Widow screamed loudly. She didn't like this, so this time she was determined not to be violated. She clenched her hips as if protecting her chastity, jumping and thrashing wildly.

"Ah, I like this. Scream, as much as you like, I love hearing you scream..."

The mutant slowly but firmly slipped his free hand between Black Widow's buttocks. Despite her efforts to clench her buttocks, Sabretooth skillfully manipulated his index finger, squeezing it between her buttocks. He then began to slowly move his finger up and down, in and out, expertly massaging her anus. After a few minutes, Black Widow's muscles gradually fatigued, and Sabretooth could clearly see his finger easily pressing in and out. Seeing the time was right, Sabretooth withdrew his finger and squeezed his penis into her sphincter.

"No. No. Oh!" As the mutant penis penetrated Black Widow's buttocks, she held back her scream.

Hearing her scream, Sabretooth laughed. He could feel her clench her anus tightly again, but it was too late; he had successfully entered her. Incredible pressure came from his penis, which made him snort with pleasure.

"I assure you, the more you resist, the more painful it will be. Rather than painfully resisting, close your eyes and enjoy it, but it's up to you."

Sabretooth pushed forward, her buttocks clenched tightly, and his penis made no progress. Sabretooth sneered and reached out to grab her red hair, pulling it back. The pain momentarily distracted Black Widow, allowing him to push in another inch, only to be squeezed again. That was the effect he needed. He would pull back slightly and then thrust back in fiercely. Natasha screamed in agony, like a pig being slaughtered. She tried to resist, but to no avail, only increasing her pain. The screams quickly turned into whimpers, and she resigned herself to her fate, giving up resistance and surrendering.

Sabretooth pulled out his penis until most of the glans was exposed. The scraping of her rectum against the coronal sulcus made her feel as if her internal organs were being ripped out. Then, with a thud, the beast rammed back in, shoving his rock-hard member into her tight, narrow anus.

Tears welled in her eyes, and she gaped in astonishment. Black Widow couldn't believe what had happened. Why had things changed so quickly? Her mission had turned into such a terrible mistake?

Sabretooth grinned with satisfaction, then attacked her with vicious words: "Avenger, you're nothing but a big-breasted, brainless bitch! A dog pretending to resist!" He spoke each word slowly and deliberately, accompanied by the relentless, pounding thrusts of his lower body, reinforcing his argument.

*Slap slap slap!* A burning pain shot through Black Widow's back from the intrusion. He couldn't believe his luck; he'd actually fucked the Avenger's ass! Having the power to toy with a cold, proud heroine was an unbelievable feeling.

He figured she wouldn't resist anymore, so he released his grip on her arms and instead lifted her buttocks from the side, making them stick out in the air. She half-knelt, her arms and upper body limp on the ground. Her plump, white buttocks, with tufts of red pubic hair wet with a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid, clung to her swollen, pink labia. A huge penis was inserted into her anus at the highest point, its pale folds completely stretched open; she looked like a life-sized doll being brutally sodomized. Her full breasts hung precariously, swaying with each thrust.

Finally, Saber-toothed Tiger thrust in with all his might, the entire cannon plunging completely into the Avenger's anal canal, ejaculating a large amount of semen into the dark depths of her intestines. He held her in this position for a while, until the penis inside her anus softened, then released his grip on her plump buttocks, letting her limp body fall to the floor. Natasha sobbed, her large, rounded breasts heaving, waves of burning pain shooting through her plump, perfect buttocks, each thrust a mixture of humiliation and defeat.

When he withdrew his thick penis, he watched with glee as her violated anus snapped shut, every last drop of semen sealed within the tight, narrow opening. He wondered how long it would take for her buttocks to loosen; he eagerly awaited the flow of semen.

"Fuck, that's fun," Sabretooth said, grabbing her wrists and dragging her a considerable distance, wrestling her all the way to the next room.

Sabretooth knelt, grabbed Natasha's ankles, and flipped her legs over. Then he straddled the Avenger's waist, gathering her arms behind her back and binding them together, her wrists together. He then bound her legs together at the knees, followed by her ankles. Finally, he bound her arms and legs behind her back. Black Widow was now bound upside down!

"Let me go!" Black Widow screamed.

“Now that we’ve had our fun, let’s see what my employer plans to do with you,” Sabretooth said.

Part Three

Sabretooth carried Black Widow into the command room like a human-shaped box, then effortlessly slammed her onto the table. The heroine’s naked body landed with a thud on the cold metal surface, and she shuddered. Exhausted and extremely weak, she could only lie there trembling.

“Look what I found,” he said to the disfigured man in Nazi uniform.

“Ah, the famous Black Widow,” Red Skull’s voice was cold and steady. “I think you’ve satisfied our Skull Island security chief.” He commented sarcastically on the captured spy laid out on the table. “Sabertooth, thank you for everything.”

Sabretooth smiled, winked at Natasha, and turned to leave the room.

“I don’t think it’s necessary to question what you’re doing here. Although I wouldn’t mind saying I expect to meet a better former leader of the Avengers. Alas, what a huge failure, and the humiliation will continue. But you know, things don’t have to turn out this way. You can join me, you can become an important member of my organization.”

“Go to hell!” Black Widow retorted. “I’ll only join you if I’m dead.”

Red Skull sighed in disappointment and shook his head slightly. “Trust me I can find a way to change your mind. Or at least, I’ll encourage you to make good use of your abilities in another area.”

He snapped his fingers, and two guards stepped forward.

“Take our guest to the dungeon.”

Part Four

The soldiers led Black Widow to another room, where Natasha was horrified to find it resembled a dungeon. It was a laboratory/torture chamber, with chains and various torture instruments covering the tables. On the other side, Natasha saw a metal poker handle protruding from a blazing coal stove. The soldiers carried her to a wooden platform near the stove, securing her arms and legs to it.

The horizontal platform, waist-high, had four corner posts and a frame. The first soldier tied her wrists to the front corner of the platform. Then, with some effort, they grabbed her swinging feet and shackled them, securing her ankles to straps on the corner posts.

Black Widow was now strapped to the platform, face down. A thin pad was tucked under her abdomen, forcing her buttocks high into the air, clearly visible to everyone. Her knees and ankles were tied to the uprights on either side of the platform. This left her lower legs wide apart, but her heels were pushed back towards her buttocks, her feet pointing towards the ceiling. Her head and upper body were on the other side of the platform, near the edge. A head of red hair hung to the ground.

Red Skull entered the room and walked to Natasha's side.

Natasha looked up and glared at him coldly. "Poor narcissist," she said defiantly. “You’ll never leave here. The Avengers could break down your door at any moment. While you still have a chance, you’d better run now.”

*Slap!* Red Skull reached out and slapped Natasha across the face. Her head snapped to the side, her red hair whipping around.

When Natasha turned back, she heard Red Skull say, “Too late, darling. My first batch of new armored soldiers are now guarding this position in the base. Your friend might be able to penetrate the defenses, but the chances are slim. I believe we can deal with you properly before then.” Red Skull stepped forward and unzipped his pants.

Natasha jumped in fright, horrified to see a huge organ menacingly pointed at her face, its swollen, red head throbbing with desire.

“Am I still that pathetic… huh?” Red Skull said, grabbing Natasha’s hair, pulling her head up, forcing her to face his hard erection.

“Yes, you will never… Waaah!”

Natasha’s words were interrupted as Red Skull seized the opportunity and shoved his penis into her chattering mouth.

This position facilitated access to her throat, and he kept pushing, sliding a portion out and then pushing it back in.

“Now suck it,” he commanded.

Natasha was struck hard. She could feel his erect penis filling her mouth. Who else would dare do this to her? She wouldn’t obey his wishes. Saliva uncontrollably overflowed from the corners of her mouth and dripped from her chin.

Natasha glared at Red Skull’s evil eyes, intending to bite down, knowing it wasn’t a wise move… However.

Sensing her ulterior motives, Red Skull wasn’t alarmed. He said confidently, “Suck it obediently, or you’ll die. The choice is yours…” Then he pulled a pistol from his back holster and pressed it against her temple. Natasha weighed her options and didn’t bite down.

Seeing that she had given up, Red Skull then violently thrust his penis into her throat. Her lips touched the base of his penis, the large glans deeply lodged in her throat, making her feel suffocated. She gagged and struggled, but to no avail. His penis was inserted quite a distance down her esophagus, and she feared she wouldn't be able to breathe. He maintained contact, blocking her airway for a while. Natasha tried to pull it out, but the shackles bound her, preventing her from moving. The shadow of death began to terrify her, but as he began to thrust back and forth, she discovered that if she timed it well, she could inhale through her nose during the intervals between thrusts.

One hand held her hair, and he began to slowly shake the head holding his penis up and down. Full red lips enveloped the shaft, warm saliva glistening on it. Natasha began to reluctantly suck and lick, her tongue and lips trying to please him so that he wouldn't block her airway anymore. Because of the dire situation and difficulty breathing, Natasha felt stars appear before her eyes. Dissatisfied with her half-hearted response, he thrust his penis as deep as possible into her throat, pulled it out, and then slammed it against her airway.

Soon, she felt his penis begin to tremble and vibrate. She knew what was about to happen, anticipating his climax and her own relief, and a look of delight crept onto her face. Red Skull simply smiled, pushing his penis as deep as possible into her throat, the pitiful Avenger's face once again pressed against his crotch in defeat. Natasha, fearing she would suffocate, had pushed it in too far, making it difficult for her to breathe. Fortunately, he pulled back a little, ejaculating the first spurt of semen directly into her throat, forcing Black Widow to swallow. Then he withdrew a little more, shooting the second spurt into her helpless mouth. The thought of swallowing it made her gag again, and the vomit dripped down her chin and cheeks. Then he pulled out his penis and fired the final shot, the splattering liquid hitting her right eyebrow, rolling down her eye, nose, and lips. Red Skull stood behind, admiring his latest creation.

Natasha, limp and powerless, hung from her shackles, gasping for breath. Her lovely red hair now clung to her forehead and bare shoulders; from the struggle for freedom to the emotional exhaustion of humiliation, she was in despair. She felt a vortex of cold air sweep over her bare back, legs, and exposed buttocks, and couldn't help but shiver.

Black Widow raised her semen-stained face and roared at him. Red Skull holstered his pistol, straightened his trousers, and then Black Widow heard him walk behind her.

"This might hurt a little," Red Skull said, then laughed brutally.

Natasha craned her neck, trying to see what the Nazi was doing behind her through her bare shoulders, but when her gaze fell upon him, she wished she had seen nothing.

Red Skull pulled a fire poker from the scorching coals—not a real fire poker, but a red-hot branding iron.

"Now, you belong to me. You must wear my insignia."

Natasha's eyes widened. “No! No! Please don’t do this!”

But her pleas couldn’t stop the Red Skull from approaching. Natasha turned her head away, unable to bear the sight, and tightly closed her eyes, praying that the Avengers would rescue her from this nightmare. She clenched her teeth, her buttocks tensing and trembling with anticipation of pain.

“Oh, no, no! Please don’t!!” she screamed, writhing on the shelf, trying to get away from him.

The Red Skull’s face was contorted with malice, a cruel grin spreading across his face as he pressed a red swastika onto her bare buttocks.

“Oh, no…no!” Natasha screamed in agony as the red-hot iron seared her tender flesh, hissing and emitting blue smoke. “You’re a bastard!”

When he removed the red-hot iron, Natasha gasped for breath, a shameful mark left on her buttocks.

She gritted her teeth, determined not to cry out, determined not to give her captor any satisfaction. Tears streamed silently down her cheeks. The pain was far greater than she had imagined, but worse still was the shame, the humiliation and humiliation of her predicament.

Not satisfied, the Red Skull shifted his target, this time aiming at her unsuspecting right foot.

"Now we can't let you risk running away," he said, pressing the burning iron against the soft sole of Natasha's right foot.

She tried to kick or shake her right foot, trying to escape the burning metal, but her ankle and knee were tightly bound by shackles and straps. All she could do was curl her slender toes and scream. The Red Skull branded her body with Nazi symbols.

Natasha screamed in agony, finally breaking down in sobs, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. "Please. Stop. Don't do it again. I'll do anything," she pleaded, her voice trembling, begging for an end to the torture.

“You won’t listen to reason, so you’ll have to suffer the consequences. My dear little widow, we’ll be done soon.” Red Skull placed the branding iron on the sole of her other foot, burning the third mark.

“Ah!” With a high-pitched, long scream, Natasha gushed yellow urine from her lower body, then fainted in the torture chamber filled with the smell of burning and urine.

Her solitary confinement cell had no windows. She was always naked. There was no clock, no way to mark the time, except for the frequent visits of men in Nazi uniforms. Sabretooth was a regular visitor, occasionally bringing other single soldiers to the dungeon to rape her.

Judging from various signs, she had been captured for three weeks, and Natasha began to give up all hope of escape or rescue. The cell was empty except for an old mattress. It had been brought by the soldiers around the third day, after they had scraped their knees from raping her on the stone floor.

The soldiers would often come to the cell in twos and threes, using her body to satisfy their lustful urges. When she resisted, they tortured her with whips and slaps, so she had no choice but to satisfy their perverse desires to avoid further punishment.

Natasha resisted for a while, but quickly realized there was no way to fight back, and eventually she lay there, relaxing her body and letting them take turns fucking her. Occasionally, someone would demand oral sex, forcing her to provide the service with her mouth. Natasha would resist again, but in the end, the soldiers always got what they wanted in the cell. She also particularly hated the young soldiers who decided to develop her anus. Digging into her anus always caused her struggle. Once the soldiers learned this skill, fucking the Avenger's ass became almost a routine. Although she struggled desperately, trying to throw the sodomizer off, she was still ejaculated into her stomach. Some young soldiers formed an informal 3P club, one raped her, one sodomized her, and one gave her oral sex.

These were terrible days, but it was important to her to survive. The humiliation of the past had vanished, long since fallen to the lowest level, without tears or crying. She played her role, just to live until tomorrow, day after day.

Sabretooth was the worst, because he frequently took her out of the cell, giving her a chance to escape, only to catch her again when she almost did, and then rape her once more. She would fight back with her fists and feet, but Sabretooth was too strong and agile, and she fell into his trap time and time again.

One day, two soldiers came in and moved her to a new cell. One man carried a pair of stainless steel handcuffs. The other carried something that looked like it was used for herding cattle, something called an electric cattle-driving stick. Natasha noticed an electric arc between the two electrodes at one end of the stick.

When she stood up, the muscle contraction caused a sharp pain in her branded buttocks, and waves of burning pain shot through her feet. Natasha could only use her aching arms and hands to barely cover a small part of her naked body. She used one arm and hand to cover her full breasts, exposing most of them, and her other hand to cover her naked vagina between her legs, ignoring her branded buttocks. The cold air in the room made her naked body tremble constantly, and her nipples stood erect. The former leader of the Avengers lowered his head in shame.

“Hmph. You’ve been ridden by a thousand men and fucked by ten thousand, and you’re still pretending to be shy,” a soldier said, handcuffing Tasha’s wrists tightly behind her back. “You bitch, get going!” he ordered, jabbing Natasha’s buttocks with an electrified bullwhip, hitting the still-healing swastika mark. The current shot through her trembling legs, nearly causing the frail woman to collapse.

“Where are you taking me?” Black Widow asked, her voice filled with panic as she shuffled toward the door. “Please at least give me something to wear. You’re not going to let me go out naked, are you?”

“Actually, that’s what we agreed on. You won’t even get a rash. You have nothing to prepare. When you’re playing with the super spy, you can just shyly wiggle your ass naked.” The blond soldier scoffed, following Black Widow into the corridor, noticing the Avenger’s gentle swaying of her buttocks, which elicited another vulgar chuckle.

Her bare feet touched the metal floor, a piercing pain shooting through her soles. Because the Nazi branding hadn't healed, she had to tiptoe, shuffling forward with tiny, unsteady steps. As she walked down the long, dark corridor, she was suddenly shocked to discover that there were definitely cameras in the room recording her ordeal.

At the end of the corridor, they stopped in front of a small door. "This is it," the blond soldier said, pushing the Black Widow inside.

Once the three were inside, the dark-haired soldier behind them said, "Game time!" Natasha knew this meant she was about to be gang-raped by one or more men.

Biting her tongue, Natasha gave a soft "Mmm," indicating her compliance. She spun her naked body to better display her breasts and branded buttocks to the men.

"Kneel down, bitch," the dark-haired soldier said, unzipping his pants and pulling out his penis. Not wanting to be beaten again, she had no choice but to provide sexual services, and Natasha immediately agreed.

The stone floor was hard and cold. After kneeling down, Natasha looked up at him and said, "Sir, can I ask you for a favor? It's a small request."

"Damn it, you vengeful bitch, you're so picky. Tell me, what do you want me to do before sucking my big cock?" He laughed.

"Could you not shoot in my mouth this time? You know that stuff tastes awful. I'm not complaining, but it would be nice if it shot on my chest or somewhere else." She waited fearfully for his reaction. When she saw him nod, she breathed a sigh of relief. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her close to his penis. Natasha leaned forward, the sour smell of men and sweat from his crotch assaulting her senses. She frowned slightly but didn't dare complain, then opened her mouth to receive the penis that was offered to her again. She closed her eyes and skillfully teased his penis with her tongue. After a few minutes, she felt his hand on her head, moving her head back and forth. She tightly wrapped her mouth around his penis, slowly pulling it out, then quickly swallowing it again, hoping it would end soon. After sucking vigorously for several minutes, her neck and mouth began to ache. The whole process had now lasted ten minutes, and she shook her head rapidly, trying to get him to finish quickly.

Finally, the soldier groaned and pressed his hand down on her head.

Natasha knew what was about to happen. His penis throbbed on her tongue as he pulled back slightly, ejaculating a large gush of hot, sticky semen into her mouth. This time, more than ever before, it quickly filled her throat. She tried to pull it out, but his hand gripped her head tightly. She coughed and vomited incessantly, semen dripping from the corners of her mouth, until finally she gulped down his gift with a failed, desperate bite. He stood there for a moment, his penis still in her mouth, and she remained motionless. She wanted to bite down, but dared not risk the consequences; his partner was watching intently with a cattle-driving stick. Finally, he pulled out his penis and deliberately rubbed it clean on her bangs in humiliation. He then noticed that her nipples were very hard, indicating that she was actually in heat. Sweat and tears streamed down her face and chest, drenched in sweat from the long hours of service.

“Bastard!” she cried. “Why did you do this? It’s disgusting, it’s awful! Why did you spray that filth in my mouth?” she muttered, pouting.

“Please don’t shoot that stuff in my mouth, damn it!” she cried bitterly.

“It’s disgusting! Why won’t you do me a favor, you jerk! Don’t you know how shameful this is?” She sobbed, her head drooping in defeat. The memory of what she had swallowed made her want to vomit.

The blond soldier stepped forward and pushed Black Widow down. He had pulled down his pants while she was sucking on her partner. Now he straddled Black Widow’s chest. Black Widow arched upwards, but couldn’t shake him off. He placed his penis between her breasts, holding the two melons tightly together. He smiled with satisfaction, the famous Avenger’s breasts clamping his penis.

Black Widow stared at him with disgust and rage. The man's hands cruelly gripped her breasts, as if to crush them. His penis rubbed incessantly between them. With each thrust, the grotesque glans emerged from between her breasts, nearly touching her neck and chin.

"Ugh! Disgusting pervert!"

the soldier exclaimed, squeezing each breast forcefully. He pulled her nipples upwards as high as possible, stretching them to their limit, then cruelly yanked them towards her shoulders. Black Widow screamed in agony.

"Oh, yes! You have a pair of hot, horny tits!" the soldier shouted excitedly. He thrust faster and faster. A few minutes later, the soldier made one last thrust, preparing to fire.

"Open your mouth," he commanded. Black Widow glanced contemptuously into the distance. He reached out and slapped her hard across the face. Tears welled in Black Widow's eyes as she surrendered to her attacker once more. As she opened her mouth, he ejaculated on her face, into her open mouth, and onto her neck.

He released her breasts and sighed, “You didn’t do as I said. You’re going to be punished.”

Black Widow turned her head away in humiliation. The blond soldier flipped her over, sat on her waist, and began to slap her soft, white buttocks with his palms. She reached behind her back, trying to stop the punishment. But he easily brushed her hands aside and continued slapping her, as if disciplining a little girl. Black Widow turned her head, and through the burning sensation on her buttocks, she was surprised to find that the two men, in their haste to rape her, had forgotten to lock the door.

“I’m about to be free, to complete my mission.” A surge of joy welled up inside her. “The operation must be swift and precise.” When the soldier finished slapping her buttocks, he stood up and turned to his companions. “Avengers disintegrate!” they said in unison, then looked at each other and laughed, high-fiving in celebration. When they turned back to look at the woman on the floor, there was no one there, only the bare floor. They shifted their gaze and just then saw a figure flash through the crack in the door—it was Black Widow!

Part Five

The door slammed shut, followed by the sound of a lock clicking shut, startling the two soldiers inside. She ran down the corridor to the control room she had seen earlier.

The soldiers, keys in hand, rushed to the door, only

to realize there was no keyhole in the cell. Once Black Widow was safely inside the auxiliary control room, she could finally catch her breath; the distance she had run had left her feet and branded buttocks throbbing with pain. She looked around and saw several half-assembled computer towers and monitors piled on the workbench, and an open toolbox on the bench. Natasha found a small screwdriver inside and used it to unlock her handcuffs, finally freeing her hands.

Examining the rest of the room, Natasha discovered a control system monitoring the workstation's status. Indicator lights told her the workstation was still operational. She touched the control system and realized she could now access the security cameras outside the compound. She then pulled up the warehouse cameras and saw Red Skull workers building something.

"Sentinel robots! So this was his plan," Natasha whispered, staring at the computer monitor. "They'll be obsolete in minutes."

Her fingers tossed the energy core control switch, shutting down several circuits and redirecting energy back to the core itself. Slowly, the core began to overload, and she continued to redirect more circuits back to the main energy core. Dragging her broken body and soul, she shed tears of pride, then angrily declared, "Fine, you bastards, game over!"

She pressed Enter to execute the command, and then saw the system core on the monitor begin to glow a blinding white light and spiral out of control. The infamous self-destruct monitoring alarm went off with a countdown timer. Several technicians working around the core noticed the change and began to panic and run out of the room. Natasha smiled; she saw the soldier who had raped her minutes earlier, trapped in his cell, banging his head against the wall. Soon, the energy core would explode, claiming the lives of these Nazi rapists.

Part Six

While she was intently watching the monitor, she didn't notice two obese male technicians returning to the control room after their break. They had slicked-back hair and were both as fat as pigs. Their fat fingers held coffee and donuts.

The two men stopped in their tracks. A completely naked woman suddenly appeared in their line of sight, her back to them as she watched the monitors in the control room. They had heard many stories from the soldiers over the past few days, but they never expected to have the opportunity to see the Avenger so close. The two men exchanged glances, then smiled and nodded at each other. They mustered their courage and crouched down, stealthily approaching Black Widow. The woman in front of the terminal was completely unaware of the danger behind her. Her half-bent posture perfectly exposed her full, fleshy buttocks, and her vulva covered in red pubic hair was also fully displayed to the technicians. The naked woman was already within reach. They glanced at each other, then pounced on her together.

"Hey! What are you doing..." Black Widow cried out in surprise. Four cold, large hands grabbed her arms simultaneously and pulled her backward, bending her back. One man took over from his partner, clamping her arms tightly, while another man, free to grab a network cable from the workbench, tied her wrists to her elbows behind her back.

She struggled, and a technician pressed her upper body down onto the workbench. Natasha's bent-over body bumped into the monitor, causing it to fall backward off the table and onto the floor. Another man quickly crouched down, grabbing her shapely, long thighs and clamping her ankles between his knees. He then pulled over another spare computer cable, binding her feet together, turning the heroine into a spindle, a soft worm, a long, slender roll of flesh.

"This isn't something we see every day," a technician said in a thick German accent. "What do you think we should do?"

"Let me go!" she commanded, twisting her shoulders in an attempt to escape. "This place is about to explode!"

"I don't think so," the technician responded in a German accent, then slapped her buttocks hard. The panicked Black Widow's vulva twitched in fright. He then squeezed her buttocks hard, his hands beginning to massage and caress her hips. Her buttocks rose, then swayed from side to side, futilely

trying to escape the harassment. "Slut, already eager to be fucked?" To him, the constantly swaying buttocks seemed more like an invitation to enter.

“We should send her back to the safe zone,” another said.

“Maybe we should play with her first.”

The first technician unzipped her pants, grabbed her hips, and positioned Black Widow. She immediately realized he had his erect penis aimed at her bare vulva.

“Oh! No!! No, stop!” She contracted her body to avoid the attack as his glans touched her labia. The technician’s vicious cock poked her delicate, soft vagina a few times with ill intent. Then, with a cruel thrust, his penis 　　slid in and out without resistance, plunging Natasha back into the shock of being raped.

“This bitch is already soaking wet,” the technician told his partner as he thrust. 　　“Ahhh! Ohh ... Finally, a brutal push, it took all the force of the penis, swinging Black Widow under the man's buttocks. Then he began to pull his penis, then thrust in, then pull out, then thrust in again, relentlessly and repeatedly pumping in and out of Black Widow's unsuspecting vagina. Worse still, his hand reached around to her front and began to caress her mature, swollen clitoris with his fat fingers. Another man, while rubbing his own penis, watched Black Widow's upper body sway back and forth, her full, proud breasts bobbing up and down, her hair swinging back and forth, her rapid breathing like a speeding steam train. 　　"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! No!...I'm going to cum...I can't...come out!" Too late. As she screamed, an orgasm surged within her, her body sinking into absolute erotic ecstasy. Sensing the collapse of his captive beneath him, the technician quickly thrust a few more times and also reached orgasm. 　　With a gush of thick white semen, Black Widow's vagina was filled by the man, slowly seeping out from the vaginal opening. The viscous mixture dripped onto her legs, and she closed her eyes in disgust, feeling her vagina and thighs becoming increasingly wet with his excrement. After a while of thrusting, the technician pulled out his limp penis, smearing the sticky fluid on Black Widow's soft, white buttocks. 　　Collapsing onto the table, the exhausted Black Widow continued to pant, when the second technician pressed against her, jolting her awake. "No! Don't come!" she screamed as the second technician penetrated her. Like the first technician, burning with lust, the second technician thrust wildly, relentlessly stimulating his victim. Her still-warm body was reignited, the flames of desire rising ever higher. The powerless woman could only scream in humiliation. Soon, with a sharp scream, Black Widow erupted into another devastating orgasm. 　　This time, the technician didn't ejaculate. He grabbed Black Widow's hair and dragged her from the table to the floor. Then he pulled her up, making her kneel facing him. Supported by him, the weak woman gazed at him with dazed, lifeless eyes, drool trickling from her slightly parted lips. Then he forcefully pressed her head down with his strong hands, shoving his penis into her open mouth. 　　The Black Widow snapped out of her lustful frenzy, screaming like a pig being slaughtered as the masseuse began thrusting in and out of her mouth. At that moment, the first masseuse grabbed her from behind, relentlessly massaging her full breasts, providing new stimulation to her writhing body. She knew what they wanted and was determined not to swallow their semen. Her complaints quickly fell silent as he was already giving her oral sex. A moment later, unable to hold back any longer, she was forced to swallow, and then he withdrew his penis, spraying the remaining semen onto her face. The thick, foul-smelling semen slowly dripped down her lips, painting her cheeks with a thick layer of makeup. 　　The first masseuse pulled her away, and the second masseuse rubbed his penis against her bare chest, her perfectly beautiful breasts becoming wet. Then Natasha collapsed onto the floor. 　　The men took a moment to catch their breath; the two fat pigs, lacking exercise, were struggling with the intense intercourse. Then a technician stepped forward and untied the bonds to her arms and knees. He pushed her upper body forward until her buttocks were sticking out of the air. Then, using an old computer power cord, he bound her overlapping body together, swinging the other end, *crack! smack!* He began whipping her poor, helpless buttocks. Black Widow's confidence was shattered; she couldn't believe she had failed so badly. She had unexpectedly evaded the soldiers, escaped the cell, and almost completed her mission, only to be defeated by two computer geeks, and now… they were treating her buttocks like a punishment for a bad girl. It was so humiliating that she couldn't help but cry. 　　Part VII 　　. A few minutes later, the technician stopped whipping her buttocks and threw the power cord on the floor.

“I’ll take care of her, you go find security,” he told his partner. His partner nodded and left the room, leaving the naked Black Widow, her buttocks bruised and battered, alone with the technician. He turned to inspect the broken computer monitor, which they had fallen from the table during their attack on Black Widow. He didn’t notice that Natasha, who had been limp, was struggling to free her wrists.

Quietly, she freed her hands and then went to untie her ankles. Sensing something was wrong, the technician turned and, seeing her about to break free, immediately pounced on her. Still dazed, Natasha quickly grabbed a broken cable. She plugged the connector into one end in the floor, then turned and shoved the other end into the technician’s body. Sparks and arcs of electricity shot from the technician’s upper body; he shuddered violently before collapsing unconscious.

Natasha released her legs and staggered to her feet.

Time was of the essence; Black Widow turned and ran out of the control room toward an exit.

Chaos reigned at the base, Nazi soldiers scrambling and stumbling in all directions, desperate to escape the overloaded energy core. Time was running out.

With faltering steps, she quickened her pace as much as possible. Natasha climbed the maintenance ladder step by step, bursting through the security door. She found herself on a platform overlooking the river below. At this moment, she knew her time and choices were limited. She considered turning back to find another way out, but… suddenly a familiar voice came from the door behind her. Maintaining her steely resolve, Natasha turned to face Sabretooth.

“Looks like you’ve been busy, Avenger.” The mutant killing machine spoke to her in a low, cold voice as he traversed the rooftops toward the naked, trembling Black Widow.

“I’m fulfilling my mission,” Natasha said. “Looks like you’re getting fired, Captain of Security.” The last sentence was dripping with sarcasm.

“You’ll never leave here alive!” Sabretooth roared, extending his claws. Just then, the building began to shake. This would destroy them both.

Natasha knew she was no match for Sabretooth, and she knew the building was about to explode. So she chose the only thing she could do: turn and jump off the roof, plunging into the rushing river.

Sabretooth stood on the edge of the platform, a cold smile on his face, watching his prey perish. Then he turned and headed for the door, just as the overloaded core caused a violent explosion at the base. Sabretooth was caught in the blast, the roof beneath his feet ripped off, then he was struck by the force of the explosion, sending the killing machine flying off the roof and into the forest below.

In the distance, Natasha had just surfaced, gasping for air. Swimming was the best option now, to get her away from the base. Finally, she climbed to the other side of the river, turning back to watch the base on the mountaintop exploding continuously, blinding white flashes of light illuminating the sky above.

“This should be enough to notify Nick and my team,” Natasha thought. “Mission accomplished,” she smiled, took a deep breath, and then collapsed on the riverbank.

Epilogue:

Natasha lay in the medical bay of S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, unconscious for 48 hours. When Natasha woke up, Nick was standing by her bedside.

“What happened? How did I get here?” Natasha asked, bewildered.

“Our search and rescue team found you on the riverbank after you blew up the base. They brought you back,” Nick replied. “How are you feeling? I knew they wouldn’t let you go.”

Reluctant to reveal the details of the ordeal she suffered after falling into the hands of Red Skull and his men, Natasha simply shrugged nonchalantly. “That’s the price you pay for espionage. I know the risks.”

“The mission is over. You can rest for a while. You need a lot of time to recover… it’s up to you,” Nick said, pausing slightly.

“What do you mean? I’ve completed my mission. I can stay on standby.”

Nick looked at her seriously, taking a deep breath. Then he stroked his chin and said, “Didn’t the doctor tell you? Natasha, you’re pregnant.”

[The End]

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