The Black Widow on Nazi Island

By Gorro

Part 1 : The Black Widow’s Mission

As Natasha Romanov tip toed down the corridor of the Red Skull’s secret island base, Nick Fury’s orders echoed in her mind. “Recover or destroy the Iron Man plans the Red Skull’s agents stole from the Stark Corporation, and destroy the manufacturing plant.” It was easier said than done, but then again Natasha Romanov, a.k.a. the Black Widow, had always led an exciting life. Natasha started her career at a young age as a Soviet spy, fighting on the Cold War front-line. Ironically enough, her first high-profile mission had been to steal the blue prints for one of Stark’s previous Iron Man battle suits. Stark had foiled her attempt, but her abilities, and her beauty, caught his eye. With the help of Tony Stark, and SHIELD, she defected to the West. She later joined the Avengers and even led the group for a short time. Over the years she has earned a reputation as a consummate professional, coldly efficient and as deadly as her namesake. You would never guess it looking at her.

At 32 years of age, Natasha stood approximately five feet seven inches tall and weighed 125lbs when fully dressed in her black body suit and wearing her Stark designed wrist blasters. Her blue eyes and red hair always got men’s attention when she entered a room. Tonight however, she was looking to avoid attention.

So far things had gone according to plan. The SHIELD stealth jet had come in low and fast, under the island’s radar. She had parachuted out; landing a short distance from the area that SHIELD suspected the Red Skull was using as his head quarters and manufacturing plant. Dark shadows obscured the building, while cameras spied down from the lookout towers. But the skilled Black Widow had no trouble avoiding the outer perimeter security and getting inside the structure.

Once inside she decided to go the direct route, straight in towards the heart of the base. As she rounded one corner, she saw two of the Red Skull’s soldiers. One was a dark haired man, the other blond. Both men were holding AK-47 rifles.
Going around the soldiers will take too long, Natasha thought to herself. But maybe I can do this quietly. Natasha adjusted the Stark designed wrist blaster on her right forearm. Then she took aim and fired once at each soldier, hitting them with the tranquilizer darts. The first man barely had time to register what had happened before his knees buckled and he fell to the floor unconscious. The other man reached for something on his belt, then wobbled and dropped to the floor as well.

Natasha quickly pulled the security key from one of the men and then raced down the hall, never noticing the silent alarm flashing on the soldier’s belt.

Soon, Natasha was walking across a catwalk above what was obviously the assembly line for the Iron Man suits of armor. She evaluated the machinery and quickly devised a plan to overload it. She took a fire escape ladder down one level to the control panel. She paused for a second, looking over her shoulder, then reached for the control handle when suddenly, the floor underneath her gave way. She immediately slid down a metallic ramp for what felt like several floors and was finally dumped on the floor of the assembly room.

With the grace of a dancer, Natasha rolled when she hit the ground and came up to a kneeling position. And then she froze. Standing two feet in front of her was the mutant killing machine known as Sabertooth.

While they had never been formally introduced, Natasha knew exactly who she was facing. A mutant by birth, Victor Creed had once worked along side Maverick and Wolverine in the CIA before leaving to pursue more a more lucrative career in black ops. He had taken the code name Sabretooth to better reflect his speed and strength. In addition to his enhanced senses, Creed had also undergone a procedure that had bonded the unbreakable metal, adamantium, to his bones and his razor sharp claws. His biggest asset, however, was a mutant healing factor capable of repairing almost any wound.

Part 2
In a flash, Black Widow aimed the Stark blaster on her wrist and fired two shots at the mutant, hitting him square in the chest. Unfortunately his healing factor allowed Sabertooth to withstand much more than a normal human. He barely noticed the shots and quickly slashed at the weapon, tearing it off of her wrist with his claws. He grabbed her other arm and easily overpowered her, pulling her close into a crushing bear hug. She went woozy as she had the air squeezed out of her. She looked up and pleaded in desperation.

“Well what do we have here?” Sabertooth said in a low and guttural voice. “I believe they call you the Black Widow. I guess the real question now is are you alone or are there more Avengers and SHIELD spies snooping around the island?”

The Black Widow answered with a solid kick to his groin. Giving herself just enough space to bring her leg up and launch another kick that would have taken a normal man’s head off.

Sabertooth only growled in response and then reached out and grabbed Natasha by the throat, and lifted the heroine up off her feet. Natasha’s tried to pry his fingers off her windpipe in an effort to breath, but his vice like grip would not budge. She started to bicycle her legs in the air and tried to kick at his solar plexus, but her efforts were in vain. Sabertooth then started looking her up and down, the way a fisherman would look at a prize fish that he had just caught.

Sabertooth was an evil mutant. But he was also a man. Clad in her black body suit, the Black Widow had a beautiful dancer’s body, and it was now his to do with as he pleased. Holding her still in the air, Saber tooth ran the claw of his index finger down the center of her body suit, shredding it down the middle revealing her cleavage and belly button. Through his trousers, Black Widow noticed Sabertooth’s penis start to harden as he stared at her glorious breasts.

The Black Widow knew he could kill her right now if he wanted too. But Sabertooth wasn’t done with the Black Widow yet. He wanted to send a message. He wanted to humiliate her. He released his grip on her throat, and she dropped to the ground. Light headed due to oxygen depravation, her knees buckled and she fell flat on her ass.
Desperately, Natasha tried to quickly turn and crawl away a few feet in order to put some distance between her and her attacker, but before she could get far Sabertooth strolled over to her as she was trying to get up. He grabbed her by her long hair and viciously pulled back on it. Black Widow's head arched painfully back as she reached with her arms to release his cruel grasp. Sabertooth couldn't help but notice how her chest thrust forward and made her breasts jut out through the vertical tear in her suit.

Her breasts glistened with the sweat from her earlier exertions, highlighting their roundness and fullness. To the heroine's further embarrassment, her exposed nipples hardened as they met the cold air of the room. Her naked breasts, now free from her clothing, bounced and jiggled as she struggled against her attacker.

He straddled her, then reached up to her shoulders and pulled the material of her costume off her shoulders and down her arms. The shocked Black Widow fought to keep her uniform on, but the mutant was just too strong for her. He pulled the costume off her back, using his claws to cut and shred it when ever it offered resistance. With the weight of her attacker sitting on her back, Natasha could scarcely move her long shapely legs, let alone kick or offer any resistance. Sabertooth shifted to his side and the Black Widow's eyes bulged in shear panic as she felt him pull her costume down over her ass, and the air hit her bare rear. Instinctively her hands went to her waist as she tried to keep her pants on. She grabbed the waistband of her pants, but with a slash of his claws, Sabertooth cut through the material and continued his work. She tried to again to kick out, but Natasha could do nothing as she was stripped naked. Before long he had her body suit down past her hips and then he continued to push her tights down until they pooled around her ankles. Her feet kicked helplessly while her boots were pulled off. Another tug and then her body suit was off her feet. The tattered shreds now lying in pieces on the floor a few meters away from her.

Sabertooth then reached down to her black thong panties. Natasha did her best not to tremble as she felt the large claws on his hand touch her naked butt. With his sharp claws, Sabertooth ripped her underwear off in one motion leaving her naked in the middle of the hallway, totally helpless and exposed, wearing nothing but claw marks on her back and ass where Sabertooth had shredded her uniform.

Sabertooth stepped back to stare at her. Natasha tried to cover her naked body with her hands but Sabertooth pulled all the way back on her red hair, flipping the Avenger onto her back. Black Widow cried out in anger and pain, and fought valiantly to keep him from mounting her, but she was no match for the mutant’s strength. With his free hand, Sabertooth unzipped the fly on his pants and pulled out his enormous penis. Behind his animal like eyes, she saw the calculating, deviant mind at play; the menacing darkness exposing itself.

Grabbing her arms, he pinned her wrists to the ground next to her shoulders and spread her legs with his lower body. He looked down at her incredible bust and started sucking away and biting her swollen nipples.
"Mmmmmm Mmmmm Goooood!" he teased her.
With vigor, Black Widow continually tried to break free, struggling and kicking. But it only drove the mutant more wild with lust. Looking deep into her sky blue eyes, he put his whole weight on top of her body and aimed for her virtue.
"I know you want it Avenger. You’re just a whore." taunted the mutant. Black Widow struggled in vain, to at least delay him so she could try to figure a way out, but the Mutant would push on her harder, her legs inching out in invitation.
It was an incredible sight as Black Widow struggled and squirmed, legs spread, trying to keep Sabertooth from finding his goal. The two fought body on body, each other breathing heavily. Sabertooth was loving every second of it. He loved the way the Avenger was crying out from under him and resisting him. Each time the tip of his member touched upon her pussy lips, the Avenger bucked and would fight to reposition herself under him. It was inevitable though, as Sabertooth was much stronger than the tiring Avenger. Finally he lined his pole up with the opening to her vagina and then he thrust forward.
He entered her.
“NNNOOOOOOOOO!” the Black Widow cried and threw her chin up and arched her back trying to move away from the penetration. But she was securely held down. The mutant grinned in ecstasy as her bountiful breasts slapped back and forth, her legs splayed wide to accommodate the intruder, and her hair spraying all around. He listened eagerly to her pain filled grunts.
"Ughhh.. unng.. uhhh.. angg ugghhhh..."
He started pushing into her with a rhythm, driving deeper each time. With his last words, he pushed into her hard, entering her to the hilt. Black Widow could feel him fully inside herself and she looked away in disgust. She imagined how she looked to someone standing nearby: utterly naked, penetrated and pinned to the floor by a mutant rapist. She felt suddenly defeated, as if she had let down all the members of SHIELD and the Avengers. Sweat beaded down her body. She wasn't going to give up now, telling herself she would wait for the opportunity to strike. She glanced back longingly at her belt and wrist blasters nearby as Sabertooth violated her, long and hard. He didn't let up one bit either. He pounded into her with violent thrusts and started calling her names: “Slut", "fuck doll", "jizz receptacle". Natasha hated the words and she hated him. But the sheer size of the cock inside her was starting to take its toll on her will. She closed her eyes and shook her head in resistance to the heat rising inside, but her impending orgasm rose with each thrust into her body. Soon, Sabertooth was seizing and ejaculating into her, and the Black Widow was screaming as her own orgasm overtook her.
"NOOOOOO AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!" she moaned as her forced climax rocked her body. She could feel her pussy betray her as it started contracting around the mutant shaft buried deep within it. For a full two minutes Sabertooth continued to pump her as she came and her now heavy eyelids slowly started to close. Beads of sweat matted her hair to her forehead.
Sabertooth kissed her on the cheek and whispered into her ear, "That was wonderful my little spy slut. But now I want something special."

She couldn't do anything but wait for him to release her, but instead his grip merely loosened and then he rotated her around and positioned her with her wrists pinned behind her on the small of her back in one vise like grip. He held her arms together with one hand and started to press the head of his cock against the opening of her anus.

Black Widow screamed out loud and, this time, was determined to not be violated again. Not like this. She tightly closed her buttocks together in a chastity like grip and thrashed around wildly.
"Ahhh, I love it. Scream as much as you like, I enjoy screamers..."
The mutant slowly but surely worked his free hand between Black Widow's cheeks. Even though she fought to keep her ass closed, Sabertooth manipulated his index finger down in between the cheeks of her butt and then slowly started moving his finger in and out, up and down. As the minutes passed, Black Widow’s muscles couldn't help but tire, and Sabertooth could visibly see his finger push in and out of her. The time was right and Sabertooth released his fingers and pushed his dick in through her sphincter.
“N.. N… NOoooohhhhh,” the Black Widow screamed out as the mutant penis penetrated her ass.
Sabertooth smiled at the sound of her screams, and he could feel her clench tightly closed again, but he was already in her. The pressure on his penis was incredible and it drove him nuts.
"I assure you, the more you resist, the more painful it is, but it's up to you."
Sabertooth pushed in and grunted. Her ass was so tight his penis barely made any headway. Sabertooth grabbed her hair and pulled back. The pain made Black Widow lose concentration for a second and he was able to push another inch into her. That was all he needed. He pulled back ever so slightly then rammed as hard as he could into her backside. Natasha squealed like a stuck pig. She tried to fight, but it was of no use. Her screams soon turned to whimpers and her resistance turned to surrender.

Sabertooth pulled out almost to the tip and she felt like her insides were coming out and then WHAM, the beast rammed his rock hard pole back down her tight little canal.
Tears welled up in her eyes and her mouth gaped open. Black Widow couldn't believe what was happening to her. How could her mission have gone so horribly wrong so quickly?

Sabertooth grinned with satisfaction as he pounded home his message:
"You Avengers are nothing but stupid bitches!" he said, thrusting into her with each word to emphasize his point.
POW POW POW! Black Widow's backside burned with pain from the unnatural invasion. He couldn't believe his fortune; he was fucking an Avenger up the ass! It was always an incredible feeling of power to ream one of these stuck up heroines.
He could also feel that she wasn't fighting back anymore, so he released his grasp from her arms and grabbed her hips from the side. He pulled her ass up into the air and started to do her from a kneeling position behind her as her arms and upper body lay limp on the ground. Hanging anally impaled upon a huge pole, she looked like a life-size rag doll being savagely sodomized. Her large breasts sloshed back and forth with every thrust.

Finally, Sabertooth gave one final powerful plunge into the Avenger's anal canal and came deep within her dark bowels. He kept her there in that position for a minute while his penis softened, then released his grasp and let her body fall to the floor. Natasha’s large curvaceous chest heaved with her sobbing. Her round perfect butt throbbed with hot waves of pain; each mixed with humiliation and defeat.

He looked on with delight as her abused sphincter snapped shut as he pulled out his penis, trapping his spunk in her tight little canal. He wondered how long it would take to loosen her ass and looked forward to finding out.

“That was fun.” Sabertooth said as he picked her wrist band up off the floor and started pulling a length of the grappling line from its compartment.

Sabertooth kneeled down, grabbed Natasha’s ankle, and pulled her leg back. Then he straddled the Avenger and gathered her arms behind her. He tied her arms together at her elbows then at her wrists. He then bound her legs together at her knees, and then tied her ankles together. Finally he pulled her arms and legs together behind her. Black Widow was hog tied!
"Untie me!" Black Widow cried.

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

Part 3

Sabertooth walked into the command room carrying the Black Widow like a suitcase and then dropped her effortlessly on a table. The heroine's bare-naked flesh made a wet slap as it met the cold, metal table. Too weak from fatigue to move, she could only lay shivering.

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

“Ah, the famous Black Widow,” The Red Skull’s voice was smooth and cold. “I take it you have already met the head of my security team here on Skull Island?” he said in a mocking tone to the hogtied spy on his table.

“Thank you Sabertooth that will be all.” Sabertooth smiled and winked at Natasha before he turned to leave the room.

“I don’t suppose I need to ask you what you are doing here. Although I don’t mind saying I expected better from the former leader of the Avengers. Oh, how the mighty have fallen, and will continue to fall. But it doesn’t have to be that way, you know. You could join me. You could be a valuable part of my organization.”

“Go to hell!” Black Widow responded. “I’ll die before I join you.”

The Red Skull let out a disappointed sigh, and shook his head slightly from side to side. “I’m sure I can find ways to change your mind. Or at the very least, I will put you to good use in another capacity.”

He snapped his fingers and two guards moved forward.
“Take our guest down to the dungeon.”

Part 4

The soldiers carried Black Widow down to a room that looked exactly like a dungeon out of Natasha’s nightmares. It was some type of laboratory/torture room, filled with tables, chains and other menacing devices. Off to one side, Natasha could see the handle of a metal poker, sticking out of the hot coals smoldering in a fire pit. The soldiers draped her over a wooden table rack near the pit and began tying her arms and legs to the rack.
The horizontal rack was about waist high and had posts at the four corners and along the side. First the soldiers bound her wrists to the front corners of the rack. Then, with a little effort, they managed to slip the bonds onto her wiggling feet and secure the ankle straps to the vertical posts.

The Black Widow was now secured face down on the rack in a modified hogtie position. A thinly padded board ran under her hips, forcing her ass higher in the air for the entire world to see. Her knees and ankles were strapped to vertical poles on either side of the table. This had the effect of spreading her legs but kept her heels close to her ass, and the soles of her feet were toward the ceiling. Her head and torso hung down the other side of the horizontal board and off the edge of the table. Her red hair cascaded down towards the floor.

The Red Skull entered the room and walked up to Natasha.
Natasha looked up and just glared at him. “Pathetic ego maniac.” She said in a defiant tone. “You will never get away with this. The Avengers will be knocking down you door any minute now. You had better run while you have the chance.”

SLAP! With an open hand, Red Skull slapped Natasha across the face. Her head flung to one side and her red hair showered all over.

As Natasha cleared her head she heard the Red Skull say, “You are too late, my dear. The first group of my new armored soldiers is now in positions around this base. There is precious little chance that your friends will be able to penetrate this compound. But I’m sure we can make use of you here.” The Red Skull then stepped forward and unzipped his pants.

To Natasha's fear and surprise, a huge member was staring her right in the face; its red head engorged and aching for action.
"I'm not so pathetic now... ehh?" the Red Skull said as he reached down and grabbed Natasha’s hair, pulling her head upright, forcing her to face his hardened erection.
"No. You'll never... MBBMBBLM!"
Natasha was cut off as the Red Skull took the opportunity of her open, blabbering mouth, entering her orally.
The position she was in opened up the passage to her throat, and he kept on pushing, sliding back further into her mouth.

"Now suck," he ordered.
Natasha reeled from the shock. She could feel his penis fill her mouth. How dare anyone do this to her? No way was she going to comply with his wishes. She let her saliva dribble out her mouth and down her chin.
Natasha gave Red Skull the evil eye. She contemplated biting down, but didn't think that was a wise thing to do... yet.
Sensing her lack of compliance, Red Skull said, "You will suck, or you will die. You choose..." and pulled a pistol from his hip holster and held the barrel to her temple.
Then Red Skull, in one rough movement, pushed into her throat. Her mouth planted firmly against the base of his shaft, she could feel him deep down in her throat choking her. She struggled and gagged, but to no avail. His dick was so far down her gullet she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to breath. He held it there, blocking her airway for a few moments. Natasha tried to pull back, but her bonds held her fast. She started to panic, but as he began to thrust back and forth, she found that if she timed it right, she could suck in a breath through her nose on his out strokes.
Holding her hair in a fist, he went slowly at first, moving her head up and down his shaft. Her full, red lips wrapped around his pole, and her warm mouth gushing with saliva. Natasha began to half-heartedly lick and suck at it with her tongue and lips in an effort to please him enough that he wouldn’t want to ram into her airway again. Natasha was seeing stars in front of her eyes, both from the difficulty of breathing and the stress of the situation. Unsatisfied with her half-hearted attempt, he slammed his cock as deep as he could into her throat, pulled out and then slammed it into her airway again. Soon she felt his dick begin to quiver and shake. She knew what was about to happen, anticipated the impending climax and tried to brace herself. The Red Skull just grinned and slammed his cock as deep as he could into her throat, once again, plastering the poor Avenger's face into his crotch. Natasha was afraid she was going to suffocate as he kept it in there too deep for her to breath, but finally he pulled back a bit and shot his first load straight down into her throat, forcing Black Widow to swallow. Then he pulled out slightly and shot a second load into her gagging mouth. The thought of swallowing again sickened her and she spit the cum out and it dribbled down her mouth and chin. Just then he fired off a third and final streamer that hit her right eyebrow and dribbled down across her eye, nose, and lips. The Red Skull then stood back and observed his handy work.

Natasha hung limp in her bonds and gasped for breath. Her lovely red hair now plastered to her forehead and bare shoulders from her desperate exertions trying to free herself and the emotional exhaustion at being humiliated. She shivered as she felt cold air swirling against her naked back, legs and across her exposed buttocks.

Black Widow growled back at him with her cum streaked face.
The Red Skull then holstered his pistol and Black Widow could hear him moving around behind her.

“Now this might hurt a bit,” Red Skull said and laughed out loud sadistically.

Natasha craned her neck and tried to look over her bare shoulder behind her to see what the Nazi was doing, but once she saw, she wished that she hadn’t.

Red Skull had pulled the poker out of the hot coals to reveal that it wasn’t really a poker at all,… but a branding iron.

“Now that you are belonging to me, you will wear my mark.”

Natasha’s eyes shot open wide. “No! No! Please, Don’t!”

But the Red Skull stepped closer. Natasha turned her head away, unable to watch, squeezing her eyes shut, and praying the Avengers would appear to free her from this nightmare. She clenched her teeth and the tight muscles of her sore buttocks in anticipation, causing them to quiver.

"Oh, no. No. Please No! Please!" she screamed, squirming against the rack away from him.
The Red Skull’s lips twisted into a sadistic sneer and he pressed the red hot swastika against the cheek of her bare ass.

“Noooooooaaaaaaahhhhh!” she cried out. Natasha screamed in agony as the branding iron seared her soft tender flesh. “You Bastard!”

Once he lifted the hot iron off her marked ass, Natasha gasped.
She set her jaw, determined not to cry out again, to not give her captor any satisfaction. Tears streamed down her cheeks. The pain was greater than she had thought possible, but worse still was the shame, embarrassment and humiliation from her situation.

The Red Skull shifted his grip on the iron and positioned it over the upturned sole of her right foot.

Can’t risk you running away now can we,” he said, and then he pressed the hot iron down and seared the soft skin on the bottom of Natasha’s foot.

She tried to kick out or move her foot away from the burning metal. But the ankle straps and bonds at her knees, held her fast. All she could do was curl her toes and scream as the Red Skull branded her body with the mark of the Nazi party.
Sobbing now, Natasha was crying out pitifully, tears rolling down her reddened cheeks. "Please. Stop. No more. I'll do anything," she gasped, begging for the abuse to end.

“In a moment, my Dear Widow. We are almost done.” The red skull then placed the branding iron over her other foot and branded her for a third time.

Natasha passed out from the pain.

Her cell had no windows. She was naked. She had no clock and no way to mark time, except for the frequent visits from the men in Nazi uniforms. On a regular basis, Sabertooth, or one of the other soldiers would come down to the dungeon and rape her.
As nearly as she could tell, it had been three weeks since her capture, and Natasha had started to loose all hope of escaping or being rescued. Her cell was bare, except for an old mattress that the soldiers had brought in on about the third day when they had grown tired of scuffing their knees while raping her on the stone floor.
The soldiers would often come to her cell in groups of two or three and use her body to satisfy their lustful urges. The men would whip, beat, and torture her when she didn't comply, so she gave into their perverted wishes in order to avoid more punishment.

Natasha resisted for a while, but soon she realized that there was no way to fight it and she eventually lay there, and tried to relax as the men took turns fucking her. Occasionally one of the men would demand a blow job, and force her to service him with her mouth. Natasha would try and resist, but eventually the soldiers always got what they went to her cell for. She still hated the feeling any time one of the young soldiers decided to take her anally. Reaming her back hole was the one thing that would make her struggle. And once the soldiers learned this, it became almost a rite of passage to fuck the Avenger in the ass. Ejaculating into her bowels while she tried desperately to get her assailant off. Some of the younger soldiers formed unofficial triple clubs, for the men who had raped her, sodomized her and forced her to suck them off.

It was horrible, but she lived, and that was all that was important to her now. She was past humiliation and base degradation. No tears or crying. She played the role and she stayed alive another day and the days rolled on.

Sabertooth was the worst because he would often let her out of her cell so that he could recapture her and rape her again before she could escape. She would kick and struggle, but Sabertooth was just too powerful and fast.

One day two soldiers came to move her to a new jail cell. One of the men was holding a pair of stainless steel handcuffs. The other was holding what looked like a cattle prod. Natasha noted the electrical energy crackling from the tip.

The muscles of her branded and stinging buttocks and feet sent waves of burning pain as she stood. Natasha tried with small success to cover her nakedness with her aching arms and hands. She attempted to cup her full breasts in one arm and hand, while her other hand was held between her legs, covering her naked vagina, leaving her branded buttocks exposed. The chill air of the room continued to make her nude body quiver and her nipples stand erect. The former leader of the Avengers lowered her head in shame.

"Hmph. Still trying to act modest, I see,” said one of the soldiers as he hand cuffed Natasha’s wrists tightly behind her back. “Now march!" he ordered, and used the cattle prod to give Natasha a stinging shock on her ass, right over the still tender swastika branding. The move threatened to topple the weakened woman off her shaky legs.

"Where are you taking me?" Black Widow asked, as she shambled towards the doorway, unable to keep the panic from her voice. "Please, at least give something to wear. You can't keep me naked."

"Actually, we can and we will. You will be less likely to try anything rash. You're hardly prepared to play super spy when you are squirming in your birthday suit," taunted the blond soldier as he followed Black Widow down the hallway, noting the jiggle of the defeated Avenger’s nude ass with an insolent smirk.

The painful swastika brandings on the bottoms of her feet had not yet healed, and thus forced her to take small, skittering steps, her bare feet slapping against the metal floor. As she was marched down a long, dark hallway, she noticed with shock that the video cameras in the room must have displayed and recorded her ordeal.

At the end of the hall, they stopped at a small door. "In here," said the blond soldier, pushing the Black Widow towards the door.

Once in the cell, the dark haired soldier said, “Play time!” which Natasha now knew meant that she was going to get fucked by one or more likely both of the men.

Biting her tongue, Natasha uttered a small, submissive squeak and turned her naked body to better display her breasts and branded buttocks to the men.

“On your knees, bitch” the dark haired soldier said as he unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. Not wanting to receive another shock from the cattle prod before the inevitable fucking, Natasha quickly complied. The stone floor felt cold and hard against her knees.

On her knees now, Natasha stared up at him and said, “Sir, can I please ask a favor? It’s really small.”

“Go ahead Avenger, you are behaving. What do you want before you suck my big dick again?” He smiled.

“Can you please not cum in my mouth this time? You must know that stuff tastes awful. I’m not complaining, but it would be nice if you just came on my chest or something.” She was afraid now of his reaction, but was relieved when he nodded and took her by the back of the head, pulling her to his unit. She leaned forward now, his crotch smelled of sex and sweat, and her noise recoiled, but she opened her mouth as he slid his penis in again. She skillfully tongued his prick now, her eyes closed. She did it for several moments and then felt his hands on her head that began to move her head back and forth. She bobbed slowly at first and then began to speed up, hoping to end it sooner. She sucked for several minutes and the whole thing was going on ten minutes now. Her neck and mouthed began to ache as she bobbed as fast as she could, taking it in and out.
Finally, the soldier let out a moan and reached down to hold her head in place.

Natasha knew what was going to happen. His cock throbbed on her tongue and he pulled back a little as he blew a wad of hot slimy cum in her mouth. This time it was more in her mouth than in the past, when he would normally just shoot it quickly down her throat. She tried to pull back but his hands held her head tightly. She coughed and gagged letting some of it spill out of the corner of her mouth until finally he heard a deep gulp as she swallowed his gift in defeat. He stood there for a moment with his dick in her mouth, she was motionless. She wanted to bite down on him, but dared not risk the repercussions from the partner holding the cattle prod. Finally, he pulled out and added to the humiliation by drying his cock on the bangs of her hair. He noticed her nipples were very hard and was sure she was turned on. Sweat and tears covered her face and chest, her make up long since sweated off.

“You bastard” she cried now, “How could you? That was so horrible and gross! How could you spray the shit in my mouth?” she pouted still.
“I begged you not to put that stuff in my mouth, dammit!” she cried miserably.
“That shit tastes horrible! Why can’t you do me that one favor you bastard! Don’t you know how humiliating this is,” She was crying fully now, head hung in defeat. She thought back to all that cum she had swallowed and wanted desperately to throw up.

The blond soldier stepped closer and the pushed Black Widow onto her back. He had taken his pants off while she had been sucking off his partner. He straddled Black Widow's chest. Black Widow struggled to break her bounds, but it was in vain. He placed his penis in between her breasts and squeezed her melons tightly together. He smiled in satisfaction as he pumped his tool in between the Avenger’s famous breasts.
Black Widow looked down at in disgust and anger. She felt the man’s hands smash her breasts together cruelly and his penis plunge and rub in between them. With every thrust, she saw the head of his penis pop through her breasts and make its appearance near her neck and chin.

"UGHHH!, you disgusting pervert!"
The soldier grabbed each breast tightly and squeezed hard. He pulled her tits up as high as he could, stretching them in full view, and then sadistically tried to stretch them up over her shoulders. Black Widow screamed in pain.
"Oh yeah! You are one hot titty fuck!" The soldier exclaimed breathlessly as he pumped faster and faster. In a few minutes, the soldier pushed into her tits one final time and prepared to fire.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered. But Black Widow looked away in defiance. He reached down and slapped her hard across the cheek twice. With tears in her eyes, Black Widow once again submitted to her attacker. She opened her mouth just as his cum sprayed over her face, into her open mouth, and down her neck.
He released her breasts and sighed, "You didn't do what I told you to. You're going to have to be punished now."

Black Widow turned her head away in humiliation. The blond soldier rolled her over so that she was on her stomach, and began to spank her tender ass with the palm of his hand. She tried to block the blows with her hands, still cuffed behind her. But he moved them out of the way and continued to spank her like a little girl. Through the burning pain in her backside, she managed to notice that in their rush to rape her, the two men had failed to lock the door.

I've got to get free and complete my mission, she thought to herself. I’ve got to keep positive. When the soldier was done spanking her he stood up and turned to his partner. “Avengers Disassembled!” they said as they laughed and high-fived each other. They turned to look at the cum covered woman on the floor, but instead there was just the bare floor. They shifted their gaze up, just in time to see the Black Widow on the other side of the door!

Part 5

She slammed the door, locking the two stunned soldiers inside, and ran down the hallway towards the control room she had seen earlier.
The soldiers ran to the door with the key in hand, but there was no key hole on the inside of the cell.

Once the Black Widow was safely inside the auxiliary control room, she stopped to catch her breath. She looked around the room, and noticed that there were several half built computer cases and monitors spread across workbenches. Using a small wire scraper from one of the tool boxes on the bench, Natasha picked the lock on the handcuffs, freeing her hands.

Scanning the rest of the room, Natasha noticed a working monitor with a set of controls. The operating lights told her that this workstation was still operational. She touched the controls, and realized that she now had access to the security cameras outside the compound and then brought up the cameras inside the warehouse to see what the Red Skull’s workers were currently building.

"Sentinels! So that is his plan," Natasha whispered as she observed the computer monitor. “Well they’re going to be scrap in a few more minutes.”

Her fingers raced over the controls to the power core. Shutting off several circuits and re-routing the power back into the core itself. Slowly the core began to overload. Next she re-routed several more circuits back into the main power core. Then with tears of a shattered pride and anger she said, “Okay you bastards, PLAY TIME is OVER!” She pressed the Enter key to execute the command and then watched on the monitor as the core started to glow bright white and spin out of control. A countdown timer appeared on the control monitor warning of the eminent self destruct. Several of the technicians working around the core noticed the change, began to panic and run out of the room. Natasha laughed to herself as she saw the soldiers who had raped her only minutes ago, now running around, trapped inside the jail cell. Soon, the power core would explode, and claim the lives of the Nazi rapists with it.

Part 6
As she observed her handy work on the monitor, she did not notice two over weight male technicians returning to the room after their coffee break. Their hair was slicked back and they were both overweight. They held coffee and donuts in their pudgy fingers.

The men stopped in their tracks at the sight of the naked woman, standing with her back to them in their control room. They had heard stories from the soldiers over the past few days, but never expected to get a chance to see the Avenger up close like this. The two men exchanged glances, and then smiled and nodded to each other. With as much stealth as they could muster, the technicians tip-toed toward the Black Widow. The men stared at her full, plump rear as she stood at the operation terminal. They reached the woman and looked at each other. Then they both reached out and seized the naked woman.

"Hey! What the..." screamed the surprised Black Widow as two pairs of clammy hands grabbed her arms and pulled them up behind her back. On of the men held her arms in place while the other used one of the networking cables off the workbench to tie her wrists to her elbows in a box behind her.

As she struggled, one of the technicians leaned forward pinning her torso across the computer table. Natasha’s torso hit the front of the monitor screen pushing it backwards off the table and crashing onto the floor. The other tech ran his hands down the length of each of her shapely legs and then pushed her ankles together. With another spare computer cable from the table, he tied her feet together, turning the heroine into a trapped, wriggling worm of soft, shapely flesh.

“Well now there is something we don’t get to see every day down here,” said one of the technicians in a thick German accent. What do you think we should do with her?”

"Let me go!" she ordered as she rolled her shoulders trying to escape. “This whole place is going to explode!”
“I think not,” responded the tech in a German accent. He then slapped his hand hard across her rear. Black Widow responded with an erotic feminine bark making her twist about in panic. The man then grabbed her ass hard with both hands and began massaging her buttocks. Her butt soared up, then around then from side to side as she tried to shake her molester off in vain.

“We should probably escort her back to the holding area,” said the other man.
“But maybe we should have some fun with her first,” said the first.

The first technician unzipped his fly and moved in behind Black Widow and grasped her bucking rear. She immediately realized that he had placed his erect penis against her naked pussy.
"OOOHHH! NOOO!! No, not again!" she winced as she felt his member touch her lips. The Technician’s cock hovered ominously over her dainty, soft vagina. Then, with a brutal thrust, the penis drove its taming point home, sending Natasha reeling in shock at the violation.
"AAAAAAGAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
Her scream echoed in the control room as the member slid easily inside her. "My God! Its...stop..it Stop!... can't....UUUGHH!!!!" Black Widow hissed and moaned as the technician burrowed its way deeper inside her. With a final, brutal push, it shoved the penis all the way in, sending Black Widow flailing about under the man’s hips. He then began pulling the penis out, then inserting it back in, then out, then in, relentlessly pumping in and out of Black Widow's defenseless cunt. To complicate matters, he then reached around to her front and began stroking her ripe clitoris with his large, fat fingers. The other man watched Black Widow's upper body rocking back and forth, her large, perky breasts sloshing up and down and her hair sailing forward and back as she panted like a speeding steam train.

"UUGH! UGGHH! UUUGH! No!... cuming... can't...let.." Too late. She screamed uncontrollably as her climax sent her body seizing in absolute erotic ecstasy. Sensing his victim's demise, the technician began tensing as his own climax hit.

With an eruption of white cream, Black Widow's already filled vagina began to ooze with the man’s cum. The creamy substance oozed out and down her legs and she shuttered in disgust as she felt her vagina and thighs growing wet with his discharge. Still pumping, the technician removed his member and let the substance pour out onto Black Widow's soft, white rear.

Draped over the table, the Black Widow continued to gasp in exhaustion as the technician accosted her. Then she froze in terror. "NO! NOT AGAIN!" she screamed as the second technician moved into place. With the same zeal as the first, the second technician began to again pump his victim with more unbridled sexual stimulation. The tension rose higher and higher. The woman squealed and yelled to no avail. Then, with another animalistic scream, Black Widow collapsed from another devastating climax.

This time, the technician didn't discharge. He pulled Black Widow by her hair, off the table and onto the floor. Then he pulled her up to her knees and turned her around to face him. He supported the frail woman as she stared at him with dreamy, heavy eyes. Then with a firm hand, he shoved her head down and pushed its cock deep into her gaping mouth.

This woke Black Widow from her erotic daze and she began to squeal like a pig as the technician violated her mouth. As he did this, the other technician came from behind her and began to callously massage her plump breasts sending her writhing from the new stimulation. She knew what he wanted and was determined not to swallow any more of their cum. Her whining was soon silenced, however, as his discharge violated her pretty mouth. For a while, she was forced to swallow, then, he removed his penis, only to let it spray the rest of its discharge into her face. The cum slowly poured over her lips and cheeks as she was coated with the substance.

The first technician then pulled her back and the second technician discharged all over her bare chest, wetting her perfect breasts with goo. Natasha slumped to the floor.

The men took a moment to catch their breath, as this was more exercise than either of them had had in a long time. Then one of the techs stepped forward and lifted her by her arms to her knees. Then he pushed her torso forward, until her ass was in the air. Then doubling up a frayed computer power chord, he swung it around and SWAP! SWISH! SWICK! He began to use it on her poor defenseless bottom. Black Widow was crushed. She couldn't believe that she failed. She had surprised the soldiers, escaped her cell, and had nearly accomplished her mission, only to be defeated by two computer geeks, and now....... they were spanking her like a bad little girl. The shame was just too much and she began to cry.

Part 7

After several minutes the technician stopped whipping her ass and dropped the power chord to the floor.
“I’ll watch over her while you go and get security,” he said to his partner. The other man nodded and left the room, leaving the whipped and naked Black Widow alone with the tech.

He turned to examine the broken computer monitor they had knocked off the desk when their assault on the Black Widow had started. He did not notice Natasha struggling to free her wrists.
Finally she got her hands free and then freed her ankles. The tech saw her and started towards her with his hands outstretched. Quickly, Natasha grabbed the broken electrical cable. She inserted the plug into an outlet on the floor and then spun and hit the technician with the other end. Electricity arced out and shocked the technician. He shuddered and then collapsed to the floor, unconscious.

Natasha got to her feet. She wobbled a bit as she stood.

Without wasting another moment, the Black Widow turned and raced out of the control room towards an exit.
The base was in chaos as Nazi soldiers scrambled every direction in an effort to escape the overloading power core. Time was almost out.

Moving as fast as she could, Natasha climbed the steps of the maintenance ladder and burst through the door. She found herself on top of a flat roof, overlooking a river far below. At this point she knew that both her time and her options were limited. She could try going back inside and look for another way out, but…. suddenly a familiar voice spoke up from the doorway behind her. With nerves of steel, Natasha turned to face Sabertooth.

“Looks like you’ve been busy, Avenger.” the mutant killing machine said to her in a low and guttural voice as he started to walk menacingly across the rooftop towards her naked and now quivering body.

“Just doing my job,” Natasha replied. “Looks like you are going to get fired,… security Chief,” adding a sarcastic tone to the last part.

“You’ll never get out of here alive!” Sabertooth growled and popped his claws. Just then the building started to shake. It was going to blow any second.

Natasha knew she was no match for Sabertooth. And she also knew that the building was going to explode. She did the only thing she could do. She turned and jumped off the rooftop towards the river below.

Sabertooth sneered and looked over the ledge to see where his prey had gone to. Then he turned back toward the door, just in time to catch the force of the blast as the core overloaded and the base exploded. The force of the blast ripped into the mutant killing machine, knocking him off his feet and throwing him off the ledge of the roof and into the forest below.

Far below, Natasha had just come up for air and was now swimming as best she could away from the ruined base. Finally she came out on the rivers bank. She turned and watched the mountain base explode in a bright white light.

“That should be enough to notify Nick and the boys where I am,” Natasha thought to herself. “Mission Accomplished.” She smiled and took a deep breath and then passed out on the river bank.

Epilogue:
Natasha awoke with a start 48 hours later in the medical bay of the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters. Nick Fury was standing over her.

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

“Our search and rescue team found you on the river bank after you blew up the base. They brought you back here,” Nick replied. “How are you feeling? I know they really worked you over.”

Too embarrassed to divulge the details of her ordeal at the hands of the Red Skull and his men, Natasha just shrugged and said, “That is just the cost of doing business in this line of work. I knew the risks.”

“Well you are entitled to some time off after that mission. You still have a lot to recuperate from,…what ever you decide,” Nick said.

“What do you mean Nick? I accomplished my mission. I can stay on active duty status.”

Nick gave her a stern look and exhaled slightly. Then he set his jaw and said, “I guess the doctors haven’t told you yet Natasha. You’re pregnant.”

The End