The Black Widow Gets Clipped

by Scarlet

WARNING: This story contains sexual situations and sexual violence (nc, MF, FF). It is to be read by adults only. If this sort of material is not to your liking, then read no further.
Credits: This story is based on a story idea suggested by The Sexecutor. The Black Widow, Viper, Nick Fury, and Red Guardian are Trademarked characters (Marvel Enterprises) and Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D. are Trademarked organizations (Marvel Enterprises) used in this not-for-profit fan-fiction; no Trademark infringement is intended. Click on the image to enlarge.

Chapter 1. An Unpleasant Interrogation

“Again,” the red-and-green-clad man sitting on the chair on the raised platform at the back of the combination laboratory/ control room growled, “what is the name of the S.H.I.E.LD. agent who has infiltrated Hydra’s Markovia cell? You will tell us what we wish to know sooner or later, Black Widow!” Like most of the other red-and-green-clad hooded men and women in the room, the interrogator wore patches on his shoulders and chest with an octopus-like symbol on them. Only his position on the elevated platform marked him as the Hydra Supreme.

“I think not,” Natalia Romanova (anglicized to Natasha Romanoff by her American friends) chortled softly back from her spread-eagled face-up position on the small restraint table, “or at least not until you run out of partners for me to dance with.” Natasha was held in the widespread position by metal cuffs at the end of metal rods extending from the sides of the bondage table near its corners. The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and member of the mighty Avengers was nude! Her black skin-tight bodysuit, black calf-high boots, golden belt consisting of interconnected disks, and long gold bracelets that seemed to be made of a circle of interconnected tubes had been stripped from her body hours ago, before the Black Widow had regained consciousness. In fact, Natasha was unaware of her accoutrement’s whereabouts.

The twenty-six-year-old, five-foot-seven-inch-tall, 125-pound, blue-eyed, buxom redhead’s ‘dance partners’ had thus far been male Hydra agents, plus one, who had taken turns raping, sodomizing, or spraying their ejaculate on her since she had awakened on the restraint table following the Black Widow’s ambush in the Markovian Ambassador’s private hotel suit. The Russian-born spy had been attempting to plant false data in the Markovian government’s database when she had felt a sharp pain in the side of her neck, before blacking out; Natasha had been told that the pain had been due to a dart coated with a paralyzing nerve agent, and that the pregnancy protection drugs in her bloodstream had been neutralized along with the nerve agent during her resuscitation.

While most of the Hydra agents, those that had not elected to simply debase the Black Widow with their spunk, had chosen to force intercourse on her in hopes of impregnation, several of the red-and-green-clad goons had made her fellate them. Natasha hadn’t really minded the forced sex with the dozen or so Hydra agents. The Black Widow wasn’t shy about admitting that she liked sex—liked sex a lot. However, she had NOT enjoyed her most recent ‘dance partner’, the plus one, at all. The last man, Natasha’s ex-husband now known as the Red Guardian, had forced anal sex on the Black Widow. Natasha was quite sure the monster penis, the result of the Soviet super-soldier serum that had super-enhanced Alexi Shostakov’s body, had torn her rubbery sphincter muscle; she could feel warm liquid—blood—dribbling out of her rear orifice!

“I suggest another approach to making the Black Widow provide the information we require, Supreme Leader,” the green-eyed green-haired woman standing near the edge of the platform next to the hulking red-and-white-clad Red Guardian, who still hadn’t covered his penis with his suit’s pee port, interjected with a chuckle. “All raping the Russian slut has gotten us is a chorus of orgasmic gasps and sighs, and if she’s ovulated recently she’s already pregnant.” The buxom, athletic woman wearing a long split skirt, corset, thigh-high boots, and long handless fashion gloves, all green in color, grinned as she watched Natasha frown at her. Viper suspected the Black Widow knew it was her drugged dart that had resulted in the Russian-born spy’s capture.

“Just what alternative approach are you suggesting we use to loosen the Avenger’s tongue, my dear Viper?” the slightly portly Hydra Supreme asked softly but clearly as he stared down at the slim, five-foot-nine-inch-tall henchwoman who appeared to be in her late thirties. He wondered if his own frustration with the Black Widow’s nonchalant response to her rapes was as easily discernable as Viper’s.

“The Black Widow is a beautiful woman, Supreme Leader,” Viper observed softly without letting her eyes leave Natasha’s. “I know how to threaten her in ways no man could ever truly understand. Let me do with her as I will, and I guarantee she will give us the name you desire. Do understand, however, Supreme Leader, if you grant me this leeway, the Avenger will not leave this room undamaged.”

“I believe you, Viper,” the Hydra Supreme acknowledged with a broad grin on his face. “The question is, does the Black Widow believe you as well? I’ll ask you one last time, Avenger, what is the name of the S.H.I.E.LD. agent who has infiltrated Hydra’s Markovia cell? Answer now, my Russian beauty, or I’ll unleash Viper upon you not knowing myself whether she means to destroy your lovely face, as her own was once badly scarred, or damage some other equally lovely asset.”

“Nyet!” Natasha Romanoff spat loudly as she glared at Viper before twisting her head first one way and then the other to take in the sixty-by-sixty-foot room, which was equipped with a huge flat-screen monitor high on the wall before her. The Hydra agents in the room, mostly men, all wore stern looks on their faces, except one of the three women dressed in the red-and-green uniforms. That female agent, with a strangely familiar face, was still grinning at Natasha; she’d been the girl who had been acting as ‘fluffer’, using her mouth to get the male agents ready to rape her. The grinning girl’s hand had also been used to make those Hydra agent’s who had chosen to debase the Black Widow—to befoul her by spraying their spunk on her—ejaculate.

“I do not have the information you ask for,” a discouraged Natasha finally continued, before adding, “and would not provide it to you even if I did. Do your worst, Viper! But beware! I will make you pay for whatever you do to me!”

Chapter 2. Fangs of the Viper

“In that case, she’s all yours, Viper,” the Hydra Supreme declared with a chuckle. “Do try to make whatever you do to her as entertaining for the rest of us as possible, my pet. Some of us have been sitting around for hours watching others have all the fun!”

“I’ll do my best, Supreme Leader,” Viper replied tersely as she stared at the hulking, thirty-one-year-old Red Guardian, watched him shrug and nod, and then stood. “First, you girl, yes, you the eager one, get the Black Widow cleaned up! I don’t wish to get semen on my clothes!”

“Yes, Mistress,” the grinning girl with the familiar lower face replied with a barely audible whisper as she snatched up a piece of cloth and an empty glass from a nearby console top. The green-and-red-clad hooded girl’s grin widened as she stared into the Black Widow’s frowning face as she reached the restraint table. The female Hydra agent used her right hand’s index and middle fingers to scoop up some ejaculate from Natasha’s lower torso and then deftly inserted her fingers deep into the startled Black Widow’s vagina to push the semen into her love canal, as she chided, “I believe that load came from the big black guy I jerked off, Avenger babe.” The girl then scooped up a gob of the ejaculate from the table that had leaked out of Natasha’s anus and pushed it into her vagina, chortling, “And that came out of your hunky ex-husband, S.H.I.E.L.D. slut. Just in case there wasn’t already enough swimmers in your uterus to find that egg that dropped when your birth control shot was neutralized.”

Natasha Romanoff stifled a gasp and managed to simulate a nauseated gagging sound as recognition dawned on her. It was Contessa Valentina Allegro de Fontaine’s distinctive voice that came from the familiar lower face below the Hydra hood. Natasha wasn’t alone! S.H.I.E.L.D. agents could be swooping into the room to rescue her and nab the Hydra Supreme at any moment!

“Seeing as you’re likely going to need all the strength you can get,” the Contessa continued, seemingly derisively, as she energetically began using her right hand to scoop ejaculate from the Black Widow’s torso and face into the glass in her left hand, “we better not let this fine protein syrup go to waste, you superheroine sexpot.” Within a handful of seconds, the visible gobs of semen were in the two-thirds-full glass, and the Contessa was wiping the remaining stickiness from the Black Widow with the cloth. Her work finished, Natasha’s undercover colleague grinned at the naked Avenger as she passed the glass to her right hand, and chirped, “Open up, Black Widow! You’re going to drain this glass without any fuss so I can get myself out of the spotlight and back to the business at hand, aren’t you, Avenger?”

“Do you really think I don’t have the stomach for swallowing a little semen, bitch?” Natasha asked facetiously. “It’s not going to make me retch if that’s what you’re hoping for, but someday I hope I have the chance to return the favor. Bring it on, you want-to-be porn star!” The Black Widow pushed her head up, opened her mouth, and swallowed as efficiently as possible as the grinning Contessa slowly emptied the glass into Natasha’s gullet. In truth, Natasha Romanoff was feeling rather green as the final gobs dripped out of the upturned glass; she didn’t mind the bleachy taste, but the sticky consistency reminded her of raw eggs.

“Well done, agent!” Viper called out as the grinning girl nodded to her to indicate she was finished with her task, “Return to what you were doing.” The elegant villainess strode immediately over to the restraint table, waved the attendants away, and began taping on the control terminal on one side of the bondage furniture. “Now that we are ready for me to begin, Supreme Leader, I’ll allay your fears of boredom. You’d have to be dead to not find what I’m about to do to this redheaded hottie entertaining! That said, I want complete silence from the room until I am done with the Black Widow!”

“And just what am I going to someday kill you for doing, Viper?” the Black Widow asked softly with a mean grin on her face as the restraint table she was bound to began to rotate from horizontal to vertical. “Unless of course you mean to kill me first, bitch…perhaps while I’m still strapped to this rack!”

“When I’m done with you, Miss Romanoff, you will probably beg me to kill you,” the lovely green-haired villainess observed softly as she raised both hands to gently stroke the Black Widow’s shoulder length hair. “However, I won’t grant you that wish until you’ve told us what we need to know. You know, you might want to wear your lovely red hair longer, like I do.”

Viper grinned as she lowered her right hand to the left side of the Black Widow’s face and brought her own left hand back to finger her own green hair near her left cheek, before continuing with, “Especially if I decide to decorate you just as someone once decorated me!” The green-clad villainess chuckled as Natasha’s blue eyes widened with horror as she pulled her own hair back to reveal the brutal earlobe to jawbone scar the hair had covered. The chuckle became laughter as the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent jerked her head away from Viper’s stroking right hand and twisted violently in the table’s bonds.

Viper re-covered her terrible scar with her long green hair and raised her left hand back up to the Black Widow’s face. With a hand on either side, the malevolent women pulled Natasha’s head forward and tilted it down as she rose up onto her toes and kissed the Black Widow full on the lips. Viper laughed, as Natasha jerked her head back with rage in her eyes, and chortled, “Somehow I didn’t think you were a girl’s kind of girl. Don’t worry honey! I won’t turn you into a lesbian…well not right away at least. I think I’ll also leave your pretty face pretty. Still, I must think of something to get you to talk. Something entertaining!”

“I can’t tell you what I don’t know,” Natasha Romanoff replied matter-of-factly as the green-haired henchwoman before her lowered her hands from her face, her fingers gently trailing down her throat and upper chest to her breasts. “But then, I’m guessing you already knew that.”

“I know I know I don’t believe you don’t know the name of your organization’s Markovian infiltrator, Miss Romanoff,” Viper acknowledged jovially as she twisted her hands to palm the Black Widow’s perfect-shaped C-cups. As she weighed the breasts, one in each hand, she deftly circled her thumbs around the engorged nipples tipping Natasha’s silver-dollar-sized brownish-pink-tipped areolas. “Give us the name now and you will leave here alive with your skin intact. Stall any longer and you will leave in pieces…and possibly not alive.”

“NYET!” Natasha hissed loudly as her body shivered while Viper began suckling her nipples, one breast at a time in ten second intervals. “I will not tell you! Now get off of me! Your mouth on my breasts makes me sick!”

Viper laughed as she pulled her head back, pausing her oral assault on the Black Widow’s C-cups, and quipped, “Now that is a problem I CAN solve. My mouth on your breasts won’t make you sick if your breasts are no longer yours. I believe we have some oversized shears in one of the closets that would make quick work of emancipating these pretty chestbulbs! THE NAME!”

“NYET!” Natasha barked back. “Debreast me if you must! I will not tell!”

“No, you won’t, will you,” Viper admitted peevishly and then snapped the middle finger of her right hand first into the Black Widow’s left nipple and then into her right. “Not to retain your funbags at least. You’re probably telling yourself you’re just saving yourself from all those milkings you’d be getting in the future. Well, I’ll just have to think harder, won’t I?”

“Nothing will make me talk!” Natasha hissed angrily. “Now get away from me, you stinking dyke!”

“Nothing?” Viper asked softly as she dragged the index finger of her right hand, touching Natasha’s skin, down the cleft between the Black Widow’s shivering breasts, over her solar plexus, down her belly, around her navel, and into the heroine’s thin red landing strip. “Maybe you’ll give up the information we need JUST to make me stop touching you, Miss Romanoff. After all, you don’t seem to have an open mind when it comes to amorous girls, do you?”

“What if it is not girls I do not like, Viper?” the Black Widow hissed in a cracking voice, while the malevolent mistress’s finger circled her engorged clitoris and then began probing between her labial lips. As the green-haired villainous stooped downward, Natasha chided, “What if it is just YOU that makes me sick?”

“Are you saying you’ve had sex with girls before, Black Widow?” Viper asked and then kissed a blushing Natasha’s pleasure button.

“UUuuuhh!” Natasha Romanoff gasped with apparent revulsion as she bucked and twisted her hips. “Get away from me! If you must know…yes…yes I have experimented…before…in that way.” The Black Widow’s blush deepened as she quickly glanced toward an also reddened Contessa de Fontaine.

“GOOD GOD!” Viber spat after a tentative lick between the Black Widow’s labia minora. “You’re still draining our men’s seed out of your vagina. With any luck, we WILL have gotten you pregnant, Miss Romanoff. Well, I’ll not swallow stale spunk, as you did moments ago. We’ll have to make do with licking your clitoris, Avenger.”

“NO!” Natasha gasped as the flicking tongue began attacking her sexual center. “I’ll not tell…not even to keep you from making me cum again. You are…wasting your…time…Viper!”

Viper giggled as she intensified her lingual attack on the Black Widow’s clitoris as the heroine tried to unsuccessfully rotate her hips away from the flickering pleasure. The elegantly clad villainess kept up the assault as the moans and gasps coming from the Avenger above her made it clear that soon the Black Widow would be pushed over the orgasmic cliff into a forced sexual climax.

“WHA…?” Natasha gasped in obvious disappointment as the wet slithering around her clitoris suddenly ended, leaving her loins at the brink of exploding with ecstasy.

“I decided you were right, Black Widow,” Viper explained sardonically as she pushed her head upward and straightened her back. “I was wasting my time trying to make you orgasm again. No, I think the better strategy is to tell you that you only get to climax one more time…EVER…if you don’t give up the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who has infiltrated our Hydra’s Markovian cell. The next time I ask, Miss Romanoff, you WILL give me the name! Someone bring me the Richards’ FGC clamp!” Viper quickly tapped on the restraint table’s control module.

Chapter 3. Fitted with the Clit Clipper

“FGC clamp?” the Black Widow queried with worry pouring from her face as the restraint table tilted backwards to horizontal. “What are you threatening to do to me?”

“FGC stands for Female Genital Cutting!” Viper explained with a shrug of her shoulders. “My men are retrieving a clamp invented by the Fantastic Four’s Reed Richards that is patterned somewhat after the Rathman FGC clamp developed by an American doctor in the late 1950s. The primary difference is that the Rathman FGC clamp had a flat shield on its lower jaw to protect the clitoris while the clamp’s jaws were closed to pinch off the blood supply to and facilitate the removal of the female prepuce. The Rathman tool was used to help girls who had trouble climaxing due to hooded clitorises, Miss Romanoff. The Richards’ FGC clamp has a domed shield designed to protect the clitoral hood as the device is used, and a hole through which the clitoris can be mechanically stretched through to facilitate excision. The layperson’s name for the Richards’ FGC clamp is ‘clit clipper’, Black Widow. I think those two words answer your second question!”

“I’ll kill you, Viper!” Natasha Romanoff roared as her face filled with trepidation and she yanked on her wrists until the pain was unbearable. “I’LL KILL YOU! You know I will if you force circumcision on me, you treacherous bitch!”

“I’ll take my chances, Black Widow!” Viper hissed back exuding triumph. “I knew there was one threat no healthy female could ignore. I knew that even a mighty Avenger would quake at the thought of being declitted! Now, Miss Romanoff, I’ll give you one last chance to leave here intact. If you don’t take that chance, then all I’ll have to offer you is a post-declitting bullet in the brain…when you finally give us the name after I’ve fitted you with the clamp. Tread carefully, Black Widow! You will talk…eventually…and if you don’t, I’ll let you live out your life as a neutered girl. What is the name of the S.H.I.E.LD. agent who has infiltrated Hydra’s Markovia cell?”

The Black Widow felt the blood rush from her face as she watched one of the female Hydra agents pass Viper a small silver-colored two-and-half-inch-long one-and-a-half inch-wide device that was roughly shaped like an oval boat. The elegant henchwoman stepped between Natasha’s widespread legs and held the instrument before her so that she could examine it. The bottom of the device was flat along the margins and at the front, but the center and back of the bottom surface bulged outward to form a smooth shallow rounded ‘hull’; the rounded bulge was designed to fit comfortably between the forward portion of a girl’s labial lips.

The top of the device was a flat surface decorated with some intricate mostly metal constructs—the ‘clamp’ mechanisms. Toward the front of the device, the bottom surface thinned to merge with the top so that the bow formed a very thin flat projection. Centered about three-fourths of an inch back from the tip of the bow, there was a pea-sized cutout in the upper surface with a shallow half-circle bulge around the forward edge; the cutout was presently occluded by paper-thin metal.

“The object blocking the clitoral portal near the tip of the clamp is a thin, un-cocked razorblade,” Viper explained as she saw the Black Widow’s eyes lock onto the cutout. “I’ll clear the portal momentarily by sliding a tab to force the blade to compress a powerful spring. Of course, the cutout will again be blocked by the blade at the end of our session when the clit clipper is triggered, releasing the spring, much to the detriment of the clitoral shaft that will have been, by then, protruding through the clitoral portal.” The verdant villainess laughed as she watched the redheaded heroine visibly flinch, before Natasha’s eyes continued with their examination of the clitoridectomy tool.

Two round metal levers, held in place by raised brackets, rose from the device’s upper surface, one at the very tip of the bow, and one centered at the very end of the rounded stern. Both levers presently leaned inward, just short of horizontal, from the ends of the boat-shaped device. There were rods attached to the bottoms of the levers that disappeared into holes in the ‘hull’ body, and thin cables, hydraulic hoses, and wires led from the holes in the ‘hull’ body to slotted posts, which were hinged to the flat surface at each end of the half-circle bulge and were presently flush with that surface. Attached at right angles to each of the post’s slots and surrounding the occluded cutout was a small one-eighth-inch-thick horseshoe-shaped construct, stacked one above the other but open in opposite directions. The curved U’s were hinged at their bases and covered with sticky rubber, although there were two small circular glassy surfaces on each arm of each horseshoe.

“The mechanical and electrical technology that went into making this device is amazing, Miss Romanoff,” Viper explained as she saw the questioning look on the Black Widow’s face. “The body of the clamp is filled with dozens of old-watch-like gears that magnify the movement of the mechanical levers to raise the slotted posts, which are actually the clitoral extraction derricks, and there are two micro-hydraulic pumps for each derrick—the first to close the derrick’s horsehoe clamp around the targeted clitoris and the second to raise the clamp to the top of the derrick after it has been raised into vertical position. The glassy surfaces on the horseshoe clamps are orgasmatron emitters, and the clamps are equipped with orgasm detectors.” The elegant henchwoman paused in her explanation as Natasha’s eyes resumed their examination.

At the stern of the boat, barely under the flat surface, there was an activation button on one corner, and a tab-like projection on the other corner in a horizontal slot—the cocking mechanism for the spring-loaded razorblade presently occluding the clamp’s clitoral port. Below the cocking lever slot, there were two circular detachable rods or tubes stored in cavities in the Richards’ FGC clamp ‘hull’.

“One of the rods is just a tamper to tidy up the target zone once the clitoral stretching has been completed,” Viper explained gleefully as the Black Widow finally finished her examination. “The other rod is an automobile-cigarette-lighter-like tube in a non-heat-conducting ceramic casing to cauterize the wound once the targeted clitoris has been clipped. Nothing much to worry about…comparatively! Think about your future girl, with what little time you have left to decide whether or not to cooperate.”

“Let’s get the overhead camera focused on the Black Widow’s vulva, and the image transmitted to the wall monitor,” Viper called out after momentarily glancing away from the shivering Avenger. As she noted one of the technicians implementing her instructions, the verdant villainess again grinned down at Natasha and asked softly, “Still up to portraying yourself as the fearless and unconcerned Avenger ready to face any danger before you…or more specifically…the clit clipper, Miss Romanoff?” Viper returned her eyes to the clitoridectomy device, and carefully pulled the tab-like extension in the boat-shaped machine’s left rear corner to the right. “We have an armed clit clipper, Black Widow. All we need to do is stick a clit into the path of the spring-loaded razorblade. Your clitoris, Natasha!”

“I’m not used to portraying myself as anything other than what I am,” Natasha Romanoff replied in a quivering voice after hearing the click that told her the sordid declitting tool was indeed armed. “I’m most certainly neither fearless nor unconcerned at the moment, Viper. That said, I’m not going to beg you not to use that clamp on me. However, if you do amputate my clitoris, I WILL kill you!”

“Tchh, tchh!” Viper spat with a grin on her face as she nodded to the Black Widow’s vulva. “You SAY you’re not eager to feel the clit clipper used on you, but your clitoris indicates you are actually craving the agony that will accompany its imminent execution. Your love button is very tumid, which will allow for easy application of the Richards’ FGC clamp. It’s like a guillotine victim fitting the lunettes around his or her own neck!”

“Well, you did leave me hung up near climax a few moments ago,” the Black Widow admitted as she shivered and blushed while Viper used her right hand to spread Natasha’s labial lips. “Trust me! I am NOT, as you said, craving, female castration! Now, why don’t you pull your hand away and we can discuss this like adults.”

“Stalling won’t work, Miss Romanoff!” Viper chided softly as she used her left hand to push the cool, smooth metal between the forward portion of the Black Widow’s spread labial lips. The green-clad villainess deftly adjusted the position of the clamp for a few seconds before pressing the device firmly into Natasha’s vulva and withdrawing her right hand. “The clitoral portal is over your clit now, Black Widow, and I’ve been careful to get your clitoral hood into the slight hollow designed to protect it and keep it out of the arc of the clit clipping blade. I’m ready to cut you, but that won’t happen until I force a final climax on you.”

“Then it WON’T happen, because I’m not going to let you make me orgasm!” the shivering redheaded Avenger firmly declared, as she tried to violently buck her hips upward. The Black Widow gasped with disappointment as Viper, ready for the spy-cum-superheroine’s attempt to escape or at least delay her punishment, held the Russian-born girl’s pelvis firmly in place by pushing downward on the clamp with her full weight. “You can lick me for a month of Mondays and I’ll be more scared of having my sex life murdered than sexually aroused, so I won’t cum,” Natasha added in a quivering voice with defeat in her blue eyes.

“Well, at least you’re admitting to being frightened,” Viper chortled softly as she grinned down at Natasha. “There are two mitigating factors you should be aware of, however, Miss Romanoff. First I’m now going to apply a few drops of a topical sexual stimulant to your clitoris. While you’re clit’s already quite swollen, the sexual stimulant will cause your sex organ to protrude a little further through the clitoral portal, so I don’t have to use tweezers to pull you into the path of the extraction clamps. This will have an unfortunate side effect, from your perspective, Black Widow, in that it will increase the sensitivity of your clitoris. This added sensitivity will intensify the sensation the orgasm inducers impart. The miniature orgasmatron emitters I mentioned earlier are the second mitigating factor, Miss Romanoff? Climax aversion will be next to impossible!”

“Trakhnul snova!” the Black Widow spat in anger and despair as Viper’s words sank into her brain. “I had forgotten the miniaturized versions of von Doom’s orgasmatron emitters! You must not use the clitoral stimulant. Give me a fighting chance to retain my sex life!”

“Giving you a fighting chance to resist climax is NOT on Hydra’s agenda, Avenger,” Viper hissed scornfully as she took a small bottle with a dropper cap from the girl who had brought the Richards’ FGC clamp and unscrewed the cap. As the green-clad henchwoman squirted two drops of the liquid through the clamp’s clitoral portal, and the Black Widow moaned with a mixture of disappointment and sexual arousal, the verdant villainess added, “However, punishing you for your stubbornness by forestalling your efforts to resist climax and concomitant declitting is! Are you still foolish enough to think you won’t be clipped if I activate the clamp?” Viper asked as she passed the bottle back to her aid.

“AHHhhhhhooohhh!” Natasha Romanoff gasped softly before admitting, “No…I fear not. My clitoris tingles and there is the glowing sensation in my sex that I feel when approaching climax. My pleasure button feels as if it is becoming even more engorged with blood…protruding even further out from the apex of my vulva. No…I fear my fate cannot be avoided…and…already…I have only vengeance to look forward to!”

“Then we both understand your situation, Black Widow” Viper declared with deadly seriousness. “Nearly your entire clitoral glans is protruding through the clit clipper’s clitoral portal giving the extraction derricks easy access to your sex organ. Your sex life will surely end if I activate the clit clipper now, Miss Romanoff. Are you going to answer our question, Black Widow, or am I going to perform female castration on you? Natasha Romanoff, what is the name of the S.H.I.E.LD. agent who has infiltrated Hydra’s Markovia cell?”

“NYET!” the Black Widow spat with a mixture of anger and despair flooding her id as she twisted her head to glance at the Contessa. Nick Fury’s right-hand woman’s hand was on the gun at her hip. With a nod of Natasha’s head, the Avenger’s life would be ended. Similarly, should Natasha begin to speak the name of the Markovian agent, the Black Widow would be permanently silenced. In either case, the Contessa would probably end up either also dead or on the table in her place once Natasha’s body had been removed. “I will not tell you!” Natasha barked as she turned back towards Viper. The Avenger then quickly raised her eyes to look away from the glee on the Hydra henchwoman’s face, and stare at her own metal covered vulva on the flat-screen monitor.

Chapter 4. Stretched!

“Get on with it, Viper,” the Hydra Supreme barked from the raised platform to the right of the elegantly dressed villainess. “Maybe she’ll panic when the pleasure beams that will doom her sexuality are activated.”

“Maybe, Supreme Leader!” Viper agreed jubilantly with eagerness on her face, as she twisted to stare at the Red Guardian. Again the Black Widow’s ex-husband nodded his assent for his ex-wife’s circumcision, so the green-clad henchwoman turned back to her victim and chided, “So much for getting out of this with your skin intact, Miss Romanoff. You won’t enjoy being declitted, and you’ll enjoy living clitless even less. Give us the name before the clit clipper’s blade is released and I’ll shoot you in the head in mid climax. Not a bad way to go. Let’s get your clipping underway, shall we, Black Widow?”

“AAAaahhhhh!” the Black Widow gasped softly she watched Viper’s hand on the flat-screen monitor begin lifting the extraction derrick toggle near the bow of the boat-shaped clamp ‘hull’ upward and saw the lower horseshoe clamp close into her clitoral glans. “OOHhhh! The clamp’s tightening around me. UMMmmm. It pinches but doesn’t hurt. The small hydraulic pumps in the device are most effective!”

“The first micro-hydraulic pump of the pair makes its derrick’s horseshoe clamp close, the second will be triggered later to make the clamp rise up the derrick,” Viper explained matter-of-factly. “The clamps won’t damage your clitoris, Miss Romanoff. Richards conducted extensive factor-of-safety analyses to make sure the pressure the horseshoe clamps exert on a targeted clitoris is safe, but sufficient to stretch any girl’s sex organ through the portal. The FGC clamp device will not be the cause of any harm to you, Black Widow, until, of course, the spring-loaded razorblade is auto-deployed after you begin climaxing.”

“Auto-deployed?” the Black Widow asked with a mixture of confusion and despair on her face as she stared at the monitor screen. Natasha noted that Viper was being careful to thwart any new attempts to delay the circumcision by maintaining full downward pressure on the clitoridectomy tool.

“Yes, there is a fifteen second delay after climax is detected, during which the orgasmatron beams continue to bathe the targeted sex organ, so that…the victim…may enjoy her final climax,” Viper replied with a grin as she fingered the forward lever. “Then the clit clipper releases the razorblade’s cocking spring without any action from the person holding the clamp in place over the targeted clitoris. A most ingenious device, don’t you think?”

“Yes, simply marvelous,” Natasha replied facetiously as she pulled her eyes from the monitor to glare at Viper. “Perhaps I shall return the favor and use one on you before I kill you if you do not desist in this nonsense!”

“Idle threats are worthless, Miss Romanoff,” Viper chortled gleefully before suggesting. “You might want to look back at the screen as I pull the forward lever even further upwards. Note that when the lower horseshoe clamp is closed, as it is now, it can easily fit through the upper clamp that is currently stacked atop it. As I pull the lever further upwards, you’ll see the shorter extraction derrick rise.”

The Black Widow groaned in fear and frustration as she heard a faint whir and watched the slotted post, projecting from the hinge at the end of one side of the half-circle bulge nearly to the bow of the boat-shaped clamp, rise rearward from being flush with the clamp top to a vertical position centered on one side of the clitoral portal. As the shorter extraction derrick rose, the horseshoe clamp’s connection to the slot in the post rotated so that the clamp remained horizontal.

“Amazing, no, Miss Romanoff?” Viper asked with a chuckle as the whirring sound ended. “Next, we begin stretching your clitoris out of its cavity for amputation!” the sultry villainess declared with obvious satisfaction in her voice.

“AAaaaauuuuuuuhhh!” the Black Widow groaned huskily while she shivered in trepidation after watching Viper pull the forward lever back and lock it into a full vertical position. The reason for the groan was the lower horseshoe clamp’s slow rise to the top the shorter extraction derrick, no doubt due to the implementation of the shorter derrick’s second micro-hydraulic pump that was pushing a piston in the slotted extraction derrick post, to which the horseshoe clamp was attached, upward.

“That feels very strange,” Natasha sheepishly admitted with much pent-up emotion as she reacted to the slow steady tug on the tip of her clitoris, “and now strange in a slightly different way,” the redheaded Avenger added as the horseshoe clamp stopped at the top of its derrick. The Black Widow’s sex organ felt well pinched, and Natasha wondered if she herself wouldn’t now damage her tender tissue during any additional attempts to use her hips to wrench the clamp from her pelvis. “It still doesn’t hurt!” the Russian-born girl added, mostly for her own benefit. “The apex of my vulva just feels…taut! How much clitoris has been exposed for…?”

“Amputation by the rotating razorblade when the spring is released, Miss Romanoff?” Viper asked with a giggle. “The shorter extraction derrick is a half-inch tall and the lower eighth-inch-thick horseshoe clamp is now at the top of that. However, nearly all of your bulbous clitoral glans is above the clamp’s upper edge. The clitoral shaft didn’t narrow much at all as it was tugged upward, indicating that what is trapped on the business side of the clit clipper won’t shrink much when the tension is rather abruptly and painfully terminated. I’d say there is at least a half inch of clitoral tissue ready to be clipped off. However, we aren’t done dragging clitoral shaft past the cut point, Black Widow. I’m going to use the rear lever to close the upper horseshoe clamp and raise the inch-and-a-half-high extraction derrick. Then the cool tugging on your sex life will begin again!”

The Black Widow watched as, on the wide-screen monitor, Viper’s right hand begin to pry the rear lever upwards and backwards. Natasha groaned forlornly as she felt a second clamping sensation around her clitoral shaft, this time feeling as if the squeeze was within her body below the surface of the apex of her vulva where the compressed shaft would have resided only minutes earlier. This time the compression felt much firmer! A number of seconds passed while the Avenger heard a faint grinding sound, no doubt made by the interlocking gears, more of them probably needed for the taller extraction derrick than the shorter, turning in the ‘hull’ of the device. Again the sound ended when the derrick reached vertical.

Natasha groaned as the tension on her clitoral shaft slowly began to increase again while she watched the horseshoe clamp on the taller extraction derrick began to rise, and then gasped as the first clamping sensation abruptly ended, The redheaded heroine realized that the horseshoe clamp attached to the shorter extraction derrick had suddenly opened up, a valve controlling its hydraulic pressure having been closed in the body of the device, freeing the clitoral tissue above the second horseshoe clamp attached to the taller derrick that had taken over the clitoral extraction process. Soon, as the taut sensation emanating from her clitoris gradually increased, the Black Widow watched the second horseshoe clamp pass through the open clamp attached to the shorter extraction derrick, allowing the horseshoe clamp attached to the taller derrick to continue upward on its way toward full extraction.

The Black Widow moaned more loudly, and, hearing herself, blushed badly. ‘This is really happening,’ Natasha thought to herself as she frowned while watching more and more of her flesh stretched outward from her body on the monitor screen. ‘Hydra is going to circumcise me if I don’t out our Markovian agent. Tightly bound as I am, I can’t see how I might break free. I’ll have to accept the declitting. It’s my duty as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent to protect our Markovian asset!’ The Avenger groaned, mostly due to her troubling thoughts, but also due to the slowly increasing tugging sensation at the apex of her vulva. Then Natasha suddenly giggled as she realized how much of her attention was focused on the tiniest of nubs of flesh.

“Enjoying ourselves, are we?” Viper chided jovially as she watched Natasha Romanoff unconsciously yank on the restraint table’s cuffs. “Don’t worry! The fun will last for a while longer. The horseshoe clamp is barely halfway up the taller extraction derrick. You still have about three-quarter inches of clitoral stretching to enjoy. Then, after you’ve become accustomed to that so-taut-you-think-your-sex-organ-might-tear-away sensation, I’ll activate the clit clipper to initiate the process of ending the tautness forevermore!” The room was filled with laughter as the color rushed out of Natasha Romanoff’s face.

“Trakhnul snova!” the Black Widow hissed 1.5 seconds later as her face reddened and she began to squirm on the restraint table as the horseshoe clamp reached the top of the one-and-a-half-inch-tall extraction derrick. “OOOHhhhhh! Yes, you spoke truly you cruel bitch, Viper! It does feel like a tank is hanging from the tip of my clitoris and my clitoral shaft is about to tear. Do not bother asking again for the name of our agent in Markovia. Declit me if you must!”

“There is close to a half-inch of penile-looking flesh above the upper edge of the clamp, which is another one-and-a-half inches above the apex of your vulva, Miss Romanoff,” Viper observed matter-of-factly. “Surely that represents at least an inch of sex organ. After excision, the cauterizing tube will destroy another eighth-inch of clitoral nerves. Clitoral stimulation will not be possible with healthy clitoral nerves buried so deeply in your clitoral cavity, Black Widow. You will be effectively sexually neutered. Is the name of the Markovian infiltrator truly more valuable than your sex life, Natasha?

“DA!” the Black Widow barked as she yanked again on her trapped arms and legs, trying to ignore the discomfort at the apex of her vulva while she stared at the miniature girl penis protruding above the little metal tower. “You may as well get on with it!” Natasha shivered badly as she heard herself demand the execution of her sexual center, and thought to herself, ‘My fucking sense of duty is going to be the end of me at last! I wonder if I’ll want to continue living once my ability to receive pleasure from sex has been destroyed?’

“This is the tamper I mentioned,” Viper stated calmly as she saw the questioning look on the Black Widow’s face as she pulled the short, small diameter, round rubber rod from the back of the clamp’s hull. “The extraction of your clitoral shaft will have likely caused the rim of your clitoral cavity to tent up slightly,” the verdant villainess explained matter-of-factly as she pushed her hand forward and began pushing the end of the rubber rod downward through the clitoral portal around the margins of the tightly stretched clitoral shaft projecting upward through the circular cutout. “By pressing around the margins of your clit shaft, I’m pushing any non-clitoral flesh out of the path of the spring-loaded razorblade, which is set in a very shallow circular depression in the bottom of the clit clipper. There is a slight rim around the forward half of that circular depression, along the inner margins of the slight upward hollow you may have noticed form a half circle bulge around the clitoral port on the upper surface of the device, to protect the clitoral hood when the blade release is activated. We’re making every effort to prevent damage to the vulva roof as well as the hood, preventing any surface bleeding problems.”

“After all, we are not monsters here at Hydra, and we care for your welfare,” Viper continued with a soft chuckle. “Even now, you may be noticing the stretched taut sensation begin to decrease as tension on that portion of the shaft that has been extracted is slowly distributed inward into your clitoral cavity to be shared by all of your clitoral tissue. Thusly, your discomfort should be slowly decreasing. However, I think we both know that Hydra’s concern for your welfare has its limits, Miss Romanoff.”

“You are a truly stubborn woman and must pay the penalty for your lack of cooperation with Hydra!” the green-clad henchwoman announced in a cold emotionless voice. “I will now activate the clit clipper. Do keep in mind, as you consider your future vengeful campaign against me, Miss Romanoff, I won’t be triggering the spring-loaded blade that will declit you. You yourself will…when the orgasm inducers Mister Fantastic built into the Richards’ FGC clamp force a very final climax on you!” Viper roared with laughter as she tapped the activator button on the right rear corner of the device she continued to press firmly over the Russian-born Avenger’s vulva, despite the Black Widow’s renewed attempts at bucking and twisting her hips, and called out, “Hail Hydra!”

Chapter 5. Clipped!

“OOoooaaahh!” the Black Widow gasped loudly in obvious pleasure as an erotic glow immediately began to build at the apex of her vulva, and her desperate panic-induced squirming was thwarted by Viper’s downward pressure on her pelvis. “Trakhni menya! The orgasmatron beams feel wonderful! The orgasm inducers are most certainly set at full intensity upon activation. Trakhni menya!”

“Climax, Black Widow!” Viper urged jubilantly as she grinned from ear-to-ear. “Both clamp’s orgasmatron emitters, even the lower, open one, are radiating pleasure into your clitoral shaft. Climax quickly and let us be done with this game of spy versus spy. As you sigh in final ecstasy you can still tell me the name of the infiltrator and earn a bullet to the brain before you feel the agony that will announce your sexual neutering. There will be a fifteen second delay after you surrender to the orgasmatron beams to allow you to enjoy that final climax, before the spring-loaded razorblade is released to flash through your tightly stretched clitoral shaft. That is plenty of time to speak a person’s name!”

“Uvidimsya v adu, Viper!” Natasha Romanoff grunted as she released the breath she had been holding as she fought against enjoying the pleasure beams. “I will see you in hell after I have killed you for this…fun…Viper. Now shut up while I fight against the climax that will mean my castration!” The Black Widow bucked her hips violently upward, but the hand that held the clit clipper pushed firmly back downward, forcing the circumcision tool to remain in the forward furrow of her labial lips.

“There is no escaping your fate, Miss Romanoff,” Viper declared gleefully as she watched the Black Widow squirm on the restraint table with terror pouring from her face while she desperately sought to stave off climax. “Soon, there’s going to be an audible ‘SNAP’ as the shaft of your clitoris below the cut point flashes back into the clitoral cavity. The upper horseshoe clamp keeping your clitoris stretched out of its cavity will be opened a microsecond after the razorblade spring is released, and your beheaded sex organ will literally jump with its emancipation as your stretched clitoral shaft above the cut point snaps forward toward your clitoral glans. Then there will be a soft ‘TAP’ as your sex life lands on the table top…or possibly even the floor! The NAME!”

Natasha Romanoff groaned softly and closed her fear-filled blue eyes as she pulled on her restrained limbs, desperately striving to ignore the intensely pleasant glow growing in her loins. The Black Widow HAD to stave off forced climax for as long as she could! Surely the Contessa had contacted S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, and a rescue was imminent. If the Contessa had not made that contact, and no rescue was to happen, Natasha knew her efforts to stave off orgasm would, in the end, be futile. The Black Widow had been subjected to Doctor Dooms’s orgasmatron emitters before! Natasha HAD to believe the rescue had been organized! The redheaded Avenger HAD to have hope to bolster her will to remain whole.

“How long can you resist the climax that will doom you to a life of forced sexual celibacy, Miss Romanoff?” Viper chided in a falsely sweet voice as she grinned down at the writhing redheaded superheroine and pressed firmly downward to keep the clit clipper in place over the Avenger’s vulva. “Two minutes, or maybe even three? I can wait all day for the name if I must! But you will give it to me if you want me to save you from that celibacy.”

“OOOAAaaahh!” Natasha Romanoff moaned with obvious need as her well stretched clitoris continued to soak up the orgasmatron radiation being emitted by the eight orgasm inducers surrounding her trapped sex organ. Natasha gasped in desperation as the pleasure glowing from the apex of her vulva crashed against her desire to resist climax like a tidal wave battering docks. The Black Widow knew full well the battle against climax was unwinnable. The sultry Russian sexpot would soon have to surrender to sweet ecstasy. If only the rescue would come NOW!”

“Fucking unbelievable!” Viper declared with disbelief on her face as she shook her head in amazement. “No one can resist orgasmatron beams the way you are, Black Widow. Still, you won’t last much longer! Your face is very red, Miss Romanoff, your sex is practically dripping with wetness, and you’ve been quaking and baking on the restraint table. Hold your breath if you like, but you WILL climax! Give me the name of the infiltrator of Hydra’s Markovian cell and I’ll put you out of your misery!”

“Uvidimsya…v…adu…Viper!!” the Black Widow stuttered as she fought to ignore the orgasmic pleasure building in her loins. Natasha feared she was about to climax! The Avenger knew there would be no rescue…or at least not one in time. “AAAaaaggghhh!” Natasha gasped as she shook her head from side to side. Climax WAS imminent! “I’ll…see…you…in…hell…Viper!” the redheaded vixen gasped out, sucked in a lungful of air, and held her breath as the impending orgasm threatened to explode from her loins.

“FUCK YOU, BLACK WIDOW!” Viper roared as she pressed the clit clipper firmly down with her full body weight into the redheaded Avenger’s sopping wet vulva. “I’ll see you CLIPPED, Miss Romanoff! Cum for me now!”

“Trakhni…menyaaaaaaaaAAAAA!” Natasha Romanoff hissed at the edge of disaster. “Fuuuuucckk….mmeeeee!” The glow radiating from her sex was SO very pleasant. The Black Widow gulped in one more deep breath of air as, ‘No rescue!’ flooded through her mind. Natasha grinned. The battle was lost! The redheaded Avenger smiled sheepishly as she focused her mind on the pleasure burning between her legs.

“Hhhggghhh! UUHHHHGH! OOOOHHhhh DDAAAAaaaaaaa!” exploded from the Black Widow’s throat as her mind shattered into a thousand fragments and ecstasy exploded from her loins. “Trakhni…menyaaaaaaaa!”

Natasha Romanoff grinned at the wide-screen monitor as she watched the swollen labial lips framed therein glisten with wetness while mind numbing rapturous delight flooded through her vulva and vagina. The redheaded Russian was in seventh heaven as the throbbing, mind-boggling orgasm brought her the most stupendous climax she’d ever experienced. Wave after wave of gratifying satisfaction flooded from the redheaded superheroine’s tautly stretched sex organ, fueled by the ongoing orgasmatron beam emissions soaking into her doomed clitoris, to muddle and befuddle her mind as time seemed to stand still and each second became an eternity.

“Trakhni menya…the clit clipper!” the Black Widow gasped as awareness seeped into her numb mind, despite the tsunami of ecstasy exploding between her legs. Natasha managed to focus her intent stare on the vulva on the monitor screen and the stretched clitoris protruding out from it —her own clitoris—while Viper continued to hold the Richards’ FGC clamp firmly in place over her sexual center. Disaster was coming…only seconds away! Natasha Romanoff poured all her remaining strength into one last attempt to buck off Viper’s downward pressing hand—the Hydra henchwoman’s hold persevered! “OOoooohhh! AAAAAhhhhh! UUUHHHUUUUHhhhhh!” Natasha Romanoff triple-sighed in ongoing climax as she tried to focus her widened blue eyes on the tiny sex organ on the wide-screen monitor. ‘Fifteen seconds!’ the flooded through the redheaded Avenger’s pleasure muddled mind. ‘Any second now and….’

“OOOOhhhhhh! UUUHHHHUUUHHHhhhh! Pfffpp! SNAP! EEIIIIIIIAAAAGGGGGgggghhhhh!” rang out through the room, first from the Black Widow’s mouth as she began her third triple sigh of pleasure, then from the clit clipper as the razorblade made its cut, followed by the redheaded Avenger’s vulva as the severed clitoral shaft below the cut point flashed back into its cavity, and finally again from Natasha’s throat as she shrilled in agony. Finally, there was a barely audible wet ‘tap’ as the Black Widow’s severed clitoris landed on the floor as everyone else in the room held their breaths in awe.

“AAAAaaaaarrrggghhhh!” the Black Widow hollered loudly as the agony caused by the amputation of her sexual center washed through her brain and then began to meld with the ecstasy of orgasm. “OOOoooaaahhhh! DDDDdaaaaaa! UUUhhhhhhhuuhhhh!” issued from Natasha Romanoff’s throat as her loins burned with a mixture of intense pain and potent pleasure, before she screamed once more, “Uvidimsya…v…adu…Viper! I’ll…see…you…in…hell!”.

Viper burst into laughter as she pulled the triggered FGC clamp from the apex of her victim’s legs and screamed, “HAIL HYDRA! The Black Widow has been CLIPPED!” The verdant villainess’s face was filled with delight as the room was flooded with applause, and then quickly refocused her attention on business. The Hydra henchwoman deftly plucked the redheaded Avenger’s severed sex life from the floor and tossed it to a jubilant Red Guardian, as she called out, “I return to you what was once yours, worthy ally!”

Viper pulled the Richards’ FGC clamp’s second accessory, a small diameter ceramic tube, out of the back of its ‘hull’ while the Black Widow sighed, “UUuuhhhuuhhh! OOOOhhhaaahhh! Nyyyyeeetttt!” Despite the final drawn out word, the sighs seemed to mostly be sounds of pleasure. Staring into the open barrel of the ceramic tube, the green-clad villainess could see the yellowish-red glow of extremely hot coils of metal inside the barrel of the tube’s ceramic non-heat-conducting outer surface, about one-fourth inch back from the open barrel. Glancing to the back of the tube, Viper could see that the basal push-pull plunger fit inside the ceramic shell.

“UUUuuuhhhh! AAahhhh! NNYyyeeettt!” gasped the Black Widow as the waves of pleasure began to weaken. Natasha, fully aware that she had been declitted, began to sob in sorrow and pain, but also exude the rage building within her mind.

Viper carefully examined the open cavity below Natasha Romanoff’s clitoral hood, noting it was leaking a rivulet of blood, before pushing the open end of the small diameter tube against the opening of the newly created orifice. The Hydra henchwoman pushed the tube firmly into the apex of the Avenger’s vulva and watched it slide about three-fourths of an inch into the narrow opening until the forward progress was halted by blockage. “Let’s have some more fun, you Russian slut!” the verdant villainess called out jovially. “I’m going to cauterize your wound and destroy another fraction of an inch of clitoral nerves. Let’s hope this adds to your agony, Avenger!” Viper chortled as she pushed the plunger firmly inward, and giggled gleefully at the sound of sizzling flesh.

“EEEEIIiiiiiaaaaarrrGGGHHH!” exploded from the Black Widow’s throat as the sensation of a catheter in her vulva’s new orifice was replaced by intensified agony where her clitoris used to protrude, finally putting an end to her final climax. Natasha gagged at the soft sound of frying flesh over which she heard Viper count, “One…two…three…four…five! You’ve been thoroughly neutered, bitch!” On the verge of passing out, a tearful Natasha Romanoff watched the ecstatic Viper straighten upwards and shove the tube into the back of the clit clipper and turn the device off while thin wisps of smoke rose from the apex of the crotch hidden below the curvature of Natasha’s body.

“You crazy BITCH, Viper!” the Black Widow roared in rage as she locked eyes with the Hydra henchwoman who was dancing in triumph, suddenly forgetting the agony radiating from her loins as adrenalin flooded her circulatory system. “You declitted me! You’ve destroyed my sex life! I will kill you for this!”

“I have indeed clipped you, Black Widow,” Viper replied gleefully as she smirked down at Natasha. “It was your own fault, however. You should have given us the name of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who has infiltrated the Hydra cell in Markovia. Now you’ll have to live with your sexual neutering while I extract the needed information from your cohort. You men! Grab that girl!” Viper commanded as she pointed to the disguised Contessa Valentina Allegro de Fontaine. “She is one of Fury’s senior agents!”

“You have made a grievous error, Miss Romanoff,” Viper declared as the slack-jawed clitless heroine watched her colleague and friend taken without a fight. “Now I will give you to your ex-husband to hold you as we make you watch your fellow agent present her own vulva for alteration. Somehow I doubt I will have the pleasure of clipping another girl’s clit without getting the information Hydra desires. Your pain and sacrifice will have been for nothing!”

“NO! You must not….” The Black Widow began, but was interrupted as sirens began blaring from the room’s loudspeakers.

“IT’S A S.H.I.E.L.D. RAID!” The Hydra Supreme called out loudly. “Everybody scatter! Forget the two girls! They mean nothing in the larger context within which Hydra operates. Besides, the story the unharmed girl tells of the Black Widow’s declitting will be a great propaganda victory, for which the castrated Russian-born Avenger will be the evidence of that story’s truthfulness. I SAID SCATTER!”

Epilog

God damn you, Nick,” Natasha, dressed in her recovered Black Widow costume, roared three hours later in the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s office, “couldn’t you have shown up ten minutes earlier?”

“If I could have, I would have, Agent Romanoff,” Nick Fury replied with a shrug of his shoulders. “It’s not like I let you get yourself hurt on purpose. Besides, the medical unit has already signed off on your availability for duty. It wasn’t that big of a setback for S.H.I.E.L.D., especially considering the fact that they didn’t find out who our guy in Markovia was before we extracted him. Additionally we managed to nab three Hydra agents.”

“Get myself hurt….available for duty…not that big of a setback!” the Black Widow hissed as she glared into Fury’s single eye. “How dare you be so cavalier about what happened! They declitted me, moron!”

“I guess I need to explain myself better, Romanoff,” Nick Fury responded as calmly as possible. “You’re partly responsible for getting yourself clipped because, according to Agent de Fontaine, you rushed through your rapes. I gather you culminated the men who elected you use your mouth rather quickly, showing off those fellatio skills you’re so proud of. You’ve been declared available for duty because you don’t need to orgasm to do your job, Natasha. I’m sorry you’ve lost that ability, but I need you to move on and get over it. Finally, nabbing three Hydra agents is always a win, especially when we didn’t lose any of our own people, even if the buggers all screamed, ‘Hail Hydra! Cut off a limb and two more will take its place!’ Now, don’t address me as ‘moron’ again, Agent Romanoff?”

“Well, I guess I did make those Hydra agents spill their seed a lot quicker than maybe I should have,” Natasha grudgingly admitted with a sheepish look on her face. “But you’re still being too damned cavalier about the loss of my sex life, Nick. I’m not sure I want to live, let alone remain on active duty as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent if I can never again achieve climax. Can’t anything be done to repair the damage?”

“What?” Nick snorted with a frown on his face. “Grow you a new clitoris? Last I heard, the Avengers were the only ones who could turn a trick like that, and so far as I know their alien tissue regenerator is still busted. I’m not going to stop you from calling Pym for yourself though, Natasha. Additionally, you don’t know you can’t climax. Some girls have sensitive enough G-spots to have vaginal orgasms without clitorises.”

“I don’t want to make do with vaginal climaxes!” The Black Widow grumbled despondently. “As for the Avengers, the last time I checked, the Chula device was still non-functional…out of fuel as well as having fried circuits. I’m sure Maximoff and Van Dyne have Pym working overtime to rectify the situation though. No more girls’ nights out to 41^st Century debreasting clubs if they can’t have do-overs! What about the X-Men’s mutant healers?”

“Medical staff tells me the mutants are great at healing wounds, even bad ones, but can’t replace lost limbs or appendages,” Fury replied matter-of-factly. “I believe an extirpated clitoris qualifies as a lost appendage. You’re free to give Xavier a call though. Or, you could give one of the magic wielders we normal people deny exist a try. I heard that Vladi fellow…the Wizard with the website…can do some pretty miraculous things if a hot superheroine like you is involved.”’

“I’ve declined to be one of his featured ‘superheroines in bondage’ too many times to think Vladi would help out,” Natasha spat with obvious disdain. “Besides, if it turned out he was interested in helping, nude pictures of me being tied up would flood the internet. I guess I’m screwed…unless Pym does fix the Chula device before my body accepts my clitless condition as being part of the new ‘normal’ when it comes to me being ‘healthy’. Give me some good news, Nick. Was Viper and/or the Red Guardian among the captured Hydra agents?”

“Sorry, Natasha,” Fury replied as he shrugged his shoulders. “We grabbed two gals and one guy, but none of them were your clit clipping girlfriend or your ex-husband. The best I can do as far as good news is tell you that we got all three of them to sign all the needed release forms for a trip to the Scarlet Witch’s ‘Wicked Wanda Body Modification Clinic’. When those spies land in the federal prison system, they won’t be equipped with breasts or clits or cocks or balls. I can arrange for you to watch the Scarlet Witch sexually nullify them if you want?”

“No thanks, Nick,” Natasha admitted with a sigh, “watching that kind of fun loses its attraction when you can’t diddle yourself while you’re watching it…or at least after watching it. No, I’m royally screwed. Sorry, Nick, but you’ll need to take me off the duty roster for a while. I’m headed for Avengers’ mansion to light a fire under Pym until he gets a tissue regenerator working. I’m going to get my clitoris grown back one way or another!”

Epilogue 2

“Natasha, Nick interrupted my post-mission vacation in the Bahamas and had me fly back to New York,” Contessa Valentina Allegro de Fontaine announced softly eight days later with her blue eyes filled with obvious interest as she stepped into the Black Widow’s S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters bunkroom to find the redheaded Russian dressed in a sexy black negligee sitting on her bunk. “I thought I was going to be sent out into the field again to deal with some emergency, but then Nicholas told me to report to your quarters. What’s up? Having trouble adjusting to your…injury?”

“Not having trouble exactly,” Natasha Romanoff replied in her sexiest bedroom voice, “but this meeting IS related to the injury I suffered on my…no…OUR…last mission, Val. Do close the door and sit with me.” The Black Widow made no attempt to hide her roving eyes as she took in her friend and colleague’s form. Val was dressed her usual purple long-sleeved leotard with the cutouts that exposed the sides of her trim abdomen, and the low-cut top that just hung to the tops of her arms leaving the Contessa’s upper back, shoulders, and upper chest exposed. A yellow belt strap attached to the center of the garment’s back and the cloth just at the top of her right perfect-shaped B-cup prevented unintentional clothing mishaps. The yellow gun belt around Val’s waist with its ammo pouches and holster indicated the Contessa really had anticipated field duty. Yellow calf-high high-heeled leather boots completed de Fontaine’s sexy ensemble.

“Okay, Nat,” Val agreed with undisguised perplexity as she reached up to make sure her raven-black hair, with her trademark strip of hair dyed platinum-white running through the top of the hairdo, was still being held in place with her yellow hair band. “Errr…are you still in pain from your wound? If not have you had a chance to try out intercourse to see if you can achieve a vaginal orgasm?” Blushing badly, the Contessa quickly took two steps and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Those are old concerns, Val,” Natasha replied matter-of-factly with amusement obvious on her face. “Hank Pym couldn’t repair the original Chula nanogene tissue regenerator, but, after some of the other Avenger girls managed to procure a small amount of the fuel the technology requires, Hank managed to whip up a couple of medical beds based on the alien technology. The one he set up at Avengers’ Mansion healed my wound, satisfactorily we think, the night before last. Pym is setting up one of the medbeds here at S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters right now. The medbeds, fortunately, are able to deal with injuries at least ten times older than the original Chula technology could. That said, these medical beds are in many ways a poor, and hopefully temporary, substitute for the original device—they only work on breasts and the sex organs of both genders. You’re here to help troubleshoot one piece of equipment or the other. I’ll need you to disrobe, Val. Consider it Colonel Fury’s order!”

“Okay, Natasha, I’m game I guess,” Valentina chirped softly with confusion on her face. “I’m hoping this explains the nightgown,” the Contessa chortled as she pulled her boots off and tossed them aside before she stood, undid her gun belt, and set it on the nearby nightstand beside a small stasis box. “Fortunately this leotard is designed to let me quickly make my assets available…for troubleshooting, Nat.” Val giggled as she undid the buckle of the belt strap over her chest just above the base of her right breast, quickly slid her arms out of the long sleeves, one sleeve at a time, and let the leotard drop to her ankles. Val deftly stepped out of the leotard, bent, grabbed, straightened up, and set it on the room’s guest chair as she quipped, “Yeah, no undergarments as usual.”

“A fortunate circumstance,” the Black Widow observed with a sexy grin on her face, “seeing as panties would definitely get in the way with either of the troubleshooting scenarios we might soon be…engaged in. My turn now, while you lie on the bed…with your feet spread well apart, Agent de Fontaine.”

“As you wish, Agent Romanoff,” Val chirped and then leaned back in the center of the full-sized bed to rest her head on one of the two pillows. “I must say, I wasn’t expecting such a…pleasant…visit, Nat,” the Contessa added with a giggle as she watched the Black Widow pull off her negligee and place it atop her leotard on the chair. “I feared I would find you lamenting the loss of your sex life. I’m glad that problem has been rectified.”

“Well, the degree to which that ‘problem’ has been rectified remains to be seen, Val,” the now nude Black Widow replied matter-of-factly before adding a terse reminder as she pulled open a drawer in the nightstand. “I said spread your legs…WIDE!”

“All right, already,” Valentina grumbled with a quirky grin on her face as the Black Widow removed something from the drawer with her left hand and closed it, “there’s no need to get huffy!” As the Contessa spread her legs, she added, “Or are you pissed off at me about something else?”

“Now whatever could I be angry with you over, Val?” Natasha queried with obvious facetiousness as she picked up the stasis box with her right hand and stepped to the edge of the bed with her left hand around her back. “Stick the other pillow under your butt! I have a sore neck and jaw from the training exercises Nick put me through yesterday, so I’d like to have easy access to your pussy.” The Black Widow turned, keeping her hand hidden, and sat down.

“Okay, Nat, but don’t you think I should do you first?” the Contessa replied with obvious excitement on her face while wedging the pillow under her to raise her crotch upward. “After all, I know my clit works perfectly well, and I assume I’m here to help you test your replacement pleasure node.” Val watched the Black Widow shrug and set the small stasis box on the bed beside the Contessa’s right elbow.

“That COULD be the equipment you’re here to help me troubleshoot, Agent de Fontaine,” the Black Widow admitted in a sarcastic tone as she twisted around, spread the Contessa’s labial lips with her right hand, and used her left hand to quickly but deftly fit a Richards’ FGC clamp over the front of Val’s vulva, causing the black-and-platinum-haired S.H.I.E.L.D. agent to gasp with surprise. “OR it could be the new medbed! After all, we won’t really know whether or not Pym’s second medbed works correctly until we have a clitless vulva to repair, will we? What say I declit you now, Val, and let you be the test subject? In case you’re wondering, getting clipped hurts like hell, but the climax is pretty intense and definitely memorable!”

“Yeah, I could tell, Nat,” Valentina replied in a quivering voice, before pointing out, “I was in the room when Viper clipped you, remember? What’s up, Natasha? If you were really going to use that circumciser on me, you’d have tied me down first. What are you peeved about?”

“What COULD I possibly be angry with YOU about, Contessa?” the Black Widow spat back with obvious irritation. “Especially considering the fact that I DO need you to prove to me that my regenerated clitoris works just as well as the original, Val! Could it be your porn star performance as you got all those Hydra agents erect enough to rape me? Could it be you playing hose master general as you jerked the other Hydra agents off and directed the spraying ejaculate onto my face and body? Could it be the spent sperm you collected in a glass and made me drink? Or, could I have found those three trespasses to be minor and even, interesting, annoyances?”

“No, don’t say anything yet, Valentina,” the Black Widow snapped as Val began to apologize. “I need to make sure you’re rapidly swelling clit is ready to be properly rooted out, so let me concentrate for a moment on the job at hand!”

Natasha Romanoff took a deep breath to regain her composure, before continuing with, “Maybe, Contessa, what I’m actually pissed at you over is your post-mission report to our boss! I get that you’re a fellow S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and technically my superior officer, but you are my friend and sometimes bunk-buddy as well. Did you really need to put in your official mission report that I was ‘partly responsible for getting’ myself ‘injured’ because, I quote, I ‘rushed through my rapes, especially with regards to the Hydra agents who elected to be fellated’. Again I quote, I ‘culminated the men who elected you use’ my ‘mouth rather quickly, showing off those fellatio skills’ I’m ‘so proud of’. Val, I spent five hours yesterday morning in remedial fellatio training because of your mission report. That means I gave blow jobs to most of the male S.H.I.E.L.D. agents stationed here at Headquarters while Dr. Childes, a sixty-five-year-old-spinster, supervised and gave me technique tips!”

“Nick didn’t!” the Contessa spat with obvious disbelief while desperately, and not quite successfully, stifling her laughter. “Oh, FUCK! He did! I am so sorry. I’m not sorry for what I did put in my report! I regret not making the report more comprehensive. You had no way of knowing I was in the room and that you needed to stall for time for your rescue to be organized, rather than simply put the debasement behind you as quickly as possible. You had no way of knowing Viper would produce a female circumcision tool and use it on you. I am so sorry, Natasha! I’ll do whatever I need to do to make it up to you…including letting you clip my own clit off so we can use me to test the new medical bed! Although I’d rather make love to you and prove to you that you ARE whole again.”

“That’s mighty big of you, Contessa,” the Black Widow chortled softly with a grin on her face. “It’s going to be one or the other, Val, depending on how well you embrace my next request. Agent de Fontaine, while I make sure I’ve got the glans of your clitoris properly lined up for excision, I want you to open that stasis box and remove the glass in it without spilling any of its contents. If you can slowly drink the whole glass down while acting as if the contents are ambrosia, I’ll let you lick my pussy until I cum…twice. Twice…before I even think of returning the favor! If you fail to either get all of the ejaculate in the glass—collected during the second half of my fellatio training yesterday and kept fresh in the box’s stasis field—into your stomach, or if you fail to keep it down and puke, I’ll expect you to lie there limply while I arrange for you to need a new sex organ. Bottoms up!”

Contessa Valentina Allegro de Fontaine drained her sperm cocktail with apparent relish and managed to quickly prove to the Black Widow that her regenerated clitoris was in perfect operating condition. Multiple climaxes were enjoyed by both girls as they spent the rest of the day and the night that followed nuzzling each other’s vulvas in Natasha’s bunkroom.

The End

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