Black Widdow's fate.

It had been almost a full month since The Inquisitor twins had begun to interrogate Natasha. After they had broken the legendary spy's initial resistance, the first secrets began to reveal themselves. One after the other, they pulled more and more secrets from her. If at any time she showed hesitant to talk, they punished her with a combination of unbearable pain, or mind-melting pleasure. But now, it looked like they had reached the end of the line.

They were standing at attention behind their superior as she talked with The Mistress of Pravum.

"And that's pretty much it. For two days now, the prisoner is mindlessly babbling, spouting out random words and things at random. No amount of **** from the twins has changed that. So we have learned everything she knows, or her mind has finally broken under the stress."

One of the twins scoffed at that last statement. The woman had not broken. They were way too good at their job to allow that to happen. No, they had wrung the red-headed woman dry. She had nothing left of value to tell them, and now they were just playing with her to extend her suffering for what they did to her and her sister's lover.

Ignoring the interruption, The Mistress read through the file and put down the datapad.

"And you are certain the information is all accurate? For all we know, she could have been giving false information."

The woman sitting across Ariel's desk shook her head.

"She has tried to give us false information at first. But the punishment she suffered for doing so had left a big enough impression that she quickly abandoned that idea."

The other twin smiled at that memory. When they heard Natasha had provided false intel, they took it as a personal blow to their skills. For punishment, they double-teamed the helpless spy. She unleashed a world of pain on her using whips, paddles, heat and cold. At the same time, her sister used her hands, mouth, toys and fucking devices to drown her with pleasure. They brought her to the edge time and again, never allowing her any moment of rest. For two hours, they kept her at the edge of orgasm, using pain and pleasure to balance her on that maddening point between a mind-shattering orgasm, and body-wrecking pain. Suffice it to say, Natasha never lied to them again after that.

"So far, we have been monitoring their comms, their operations, and their internal workings. Nothing suggests they are aware of our presence within their systems."

"Excellent. Then I will inform our teams to prepare with due haste. Considering the scale of this operation, we are likely to coordinate with our male counterparts for this."

She turned her attention to the two identical women, noting how their uniforms were crisp and sharp. A stark contrast to their erotic and sensual appearance when working their magic.

"You have done well. I have received your request, and it is granted. Now that we have the second Black Widow in custody, and is proving to be very receptive to our conditioning, we have no further need for this one. You may do with her as you please."

The twins gave a curt bow to acknowledge her words, before looking at each other and sharing a silent conversation. Ariel felt a shiver run down her spine, whatever they had planned for the now broken spy, it would not be pleasant for her. Dismissing the trio, she got to work. She had a difficult mission to prepare, and precious little time to do it in.

Some days later, theatre seven.

Natasha was a broken shell of a woman. Any other way to describe her would be an understatement. She hung spread-eagled in the gyroscopic device as it slowly rotated, allowing everyone in the many viewing booths to see her from all angles. Her head was slumped forward, causing her hair to partially obscure her face. Her eyes stared blankly ahead, and she occasionally murmured something under her breath.

A single illumination drone hung above her, bathing her in its cold, white light. A second drone hovered behind her, a long whip of blueish energy swaying ominously from its frame, ready to strike at the slightest provocation. The device shuddered slightly as the fucking machine situated between her legs reactivated. Two metallic dildos extended from the machine on flexible tendrils and aligned themselves with her pussy and ass. They effortlessly slid in, her holes well accustomed to the invaders and a combination of lube and her overwhelming arousal made it so she was more than wet enough to receive them. She shuddered as the toys slid into her until she was filled, then moaned as they began to vibrate and thrust. In less than a minute, her moans turned into a strangled wail of desperation as her clit began to vibrate ever so softly. Her body was tense, every muscle was coiled and she was visibly shaking as she teetered on the edge of orgasm.

Seconds turned to minutes, and all Natasha could do was wail and trash feebly. The machine, aided by a powerful self-learning algorithm, had long since perfected how it could bring her to the edge of orgasm. After three minutes she began to talk. Or rather, mindlessly spout whatever random facts, information, or bits of trivia she could think of. After a full month of this, she had learned the lesson well. It would continue indefinitely. Always bringing her to the edge, but never over. If not by the machine, then it was by the hands of her interrogators. Those accursed twins had done things to her that she simply couldn't resist for long. They brought pain and pleasure in equal measure, dishing it out in such a way that it blended, and she could no longer differentiate between the two.

As suddenly as it started, the machine stopped, and the two dildos retracted. Natasha fell limp, like a puppet whose strings had been cut. The only sounds were her pants, moans, and her continued babbling. Occasionally, her body shook as small aftershocks of her near orgasm faded away. Near orgasm, always near, She had been so close for so long, that she could scant remember what an orgasm felt like. If she tried hard, she could dredge up a memory of her time with Maya. How the blonde bombshell of a woman would use her mouth to pleasure her. She oh so faintly imagined her lover's tongue against her overstimulated pussy, until she would explode in a body-rocking orgasm. Her pussy convulsed around nothing as her mind played tricks in a **** attempt to find some form of completion.

She knew it was useless. She had tried it before, and it never worked. But her body had a will of her own, and her mind desperately conjured up more images of her lover.

No, her FORMER lover. They had taken her away from her. Much like how they had taken her dignity and her pride. Was the memory even her own? Or was it something she somehow managed to remember from the countless hours of video footage they had her watch? A pressure against her ass had her moan as the dildo pushed inside of her and began to fuck her. How long has it been? Time was meaningless here. There were no windows to the outside world. No clocks to track the passage of time. No regular meals to latch onto as a stabilizing agent. There was just pleasure and pain. Not even the sweet nothingness of sleep could save her. She tried, god did she try. Her mind was tired, her body was tired. She wanted nothing more than to close her eyes and drift off into a blissful darkness for a few hours. But despite her exhaustion, she never would. She could close her eyes, and her body was more than willing to surrender to sleep or unconsciousness, but she just couldn't. A ****, something mixed into the tasteless slurry that was tube-fed to her made her like this.

She arched her back as the steady pumping of the dildo in her ass brought her ever closer to orgasm. The light reflected off two ornate silver rings that were pierced through her nipples. A punishment when she hesitated too long. It was done slowly and without any sedation. The pain was excruciating, and the setting of the piercings was a scene of utter humiliation as they desecrated her body. The soft vibrations on her clit intensified and a few tears fell from her eyes as the sensations of being so close to orgasm became too painful to resist.

Her clit was another part of her they had deviled. In a grand spectacle that drove home to what extent they owned her body, they had pierced her clit. The mind-shattering pain was only held at bay by the overwhelming need for orgasm as she was simultaneously edged to the brink of insanity. At the end, a small silver ring encircled her clit. That by itself would have been bad enough, but the piercing was fitted with tiny nanomachines. The machines allowed them to make the piercing do two things, send out painful shocks directly into the most sensitive part of her body, or make it vibrate with a surprising amount of strength. Right now, it was the latter, working in tandem with the dildo fucking her ass to bring her to the absolute edge of pleasure.

Again, as sudden as it began, it stopped, and this time, Natasha openly screamed as the massive orgasm pulsed and roiled inside of her. Hundreds of times it had happened, maybe even thousands. And every time they stopped, the orgasm grew just a smidge stronger. After a while, the tension in her body slowly began to fade, and a painful ache settled inside her pussy.

"Awww, it looks like someone isn't enjoying herself."

The voice made Natasha tense, and all thoughts and emotions were erased within a second. All except one.

FEAR.

"Indeed it does. She has done well to resist. But now that she has told us everything, she must know her time is running out. What do you think scares her more? Knowing that she sold out everyone and everything? Or not knowing what we will do now that she has no value left to us?"

A soft hand wrapped around her waist, and trailed up towards her breasts. Fingers began to knead and maul the soft flesh of her tit, while a single finger went through the ring piercing and used it to tug and tease her nipple. From her other side, a second arm wrapped around her waist as well, and dipped low, until the fingers traced the outline of her enflamed pussy. They pressed against her clit, pushing the little bundle of nerves firmly against the softly vibrating clit ring. A single finger slipped into her hot folds and curled so her fingertip brushed against her G-spot.

Seconds, that was all it took for Natasha to be brought back to the edge, and as she has been doing for a while now, she once more began to spout random words and things. All in an attempt to escape or appease her tormentors. Instead, a single finger was placed on her mouth. From her left, one of the twins spoke, and the sensual Spanish accent sent shivers down her spine, and made her pussy throb with wanton need.

"No need to speak anymore araña. You have said enough."

From her other side, the other twin spoke in an equally seductive pur, and again, her pussy and clit pulsed with desire.

"From now on, all you have to do is obey. Obey, and you will find pleasure. Disobey, and you will find nothing but pain."

On the word obey, the clit ring vibrated fiercely, and she was instantly sent spiralling towards the point of no return. On the word disobey, the ring gave a short, but extremely painful shock directly into her clit. The sudden act made Natasha scream, and the orgasm she was about to plunge into shattered at the last second. Again denied that sweet release, she took deep breaths as the twins continued to work her pussy and breasts, fanning her arousal, and bringing her back to the brink with unrivalled skill.

A hand brushed through her hair, and wrapped it tightly, before pulling back and forcing her face up.

"Now then. It's time you witnessed the results of your betrayal. Whatever happens, don't look away."

A drone hovered in front of them, and a projection began to form appear. She was more than familiar with drones like this, their use to show her footage of how they took her beloved Maya from her one of the last memories she still clung to. Instead of yet another replay of her lover's debasement and defilement, it showed her something else. Something she remembered from her old life. Something from before her capture.

It was the messhall in the S.H.I.E.L.D. carrier. She tried to turn her head, to not look at the projection. But the sharp tug at her nipple ring and the faintest of tingling of electricity against her clit made her stop. This was going to happen, whether she wanted to or not, all she did by resisting was make it worse for herself. Yet she still found some strength to object.

"Please. Not like this. Not..."

SLAP.

A harsh slap against her face made her cheek sting, as one of the twins lowered their free hand from having slapped her across the face.

"We said, no more talking. Is that so hard to understand? Have you become so stupid that you can't even understand such a simple order?"

With fresh tears, Natashsa watched as the men and women of S.H.I.E.L.D. went about their daily lives. It was dinner time. Or breakfast. She couldn't tell, but the mess hall was filled. All at once, the various screens along the wall sprang to life. The large screen used for public announcements that covered one part of the wall was also switched on.

Natasha saw herself. Naked. Restrained. Her body was exposed and on display for all to see. Two dildos were fucking away at her pussy and ass, their motions a blur as their speed pounded her with inhuman speed. At once, they stopped, and after a cry of disappointment, Natasha heard and saw herself begin to spill out her deepest secrets.

Beginning with the comm codes. She watched as a compilation of her interrogation was broadcast across the carrier. After a minute, the scene switched to a different camera. She saw a woman in one of the locker rooms. Her clothes were beside her on the ground, as she leaned back against the locker, her fingers a blur of activity as her eyes were glued to the small screen showing the sexual destruction and betrayal of the red-headed spy.

On and on it went. Scene after scene. There was a clear panic in the operatives as the ramifications of what they saw began to sink in, but more than a few could be seen masturbating as they watched S.H.I.E.L.D.'s secrets being spilt. The scene ended when the lights went dark, and one by one, the carrier's subsystems began to shut down. The final screen, the large one in the mess hall, became black and was now displaying a rotating symbol. One she recognized. One she was told to be wary of.

Pravum.

The projection disappeared, and Natasha felt a cold emptiness inside her heart. She had given everything she had and sold out everything she knew. She had nothing left to give. She prayed that it was enough. Her hair was let go, and she hung her head in total defeat. Her other hand was being grabbed, and likewise played with, making her moan in pleasure. A second finger slid inside her pussy, and with wet squelching sounds, began to pump in and out. The mechanical dildo pushed back into her ass, spearing her as deep as it could, locking her in place as the twins kept playing with her.

Their combined skill managed to push her ever so closer to the edge without allowing her to fall over, and her brain truly began to meld as her entire being devolved until only the singular desire to cum was left.

"That was a recording from yesterday. Your friends are ours. Your coworkers easily surrendered. We won, you lost. The only question now is what to do with you."

A finger gently brushed against her clit, and it combined with the subtle vibrations had her entire body locked up as her orgasm once more began to swell within her. A sharp tug on one of her nipple rings pulled what little there was left of her mind back into reality, but it was so hard to concentrate on anything as she was going insane from the prolonged edging.

"We thought long and hard about what to do. Do we let you cum? I'm curious about that. Will you stay sane as your feeble mind tries to process finally being allowed to cum. Do we lock you in chastity? Can you imagine, your pussy locked away behind cold steel. Untouchable. Any chance of cumming would be gone forever. Nothing more but a distant memory of something you will never get again."

One of the twins pressed her lips against the nape of her neck, a spot they all knew would drive her mad with desire. Sure enough, Natasha bucked her hips what little she could with the dildo impaling her ass as her desire flared up even higher.

The other twin spoke up, her accent tearing through her emotions like a hot knife through butter, making her shiver in wanton need.

"In the end, we decided on something more fitting. We discussed with our love, the one you put in the med bay when you tried to escape. Do you remember her? Do you remember how you broke her spine? Forcing her to stay hospitalized all this time? Well, we do. You ruined her, and through her, us. So now, we will ruin YOU."

With that final word, her clit ring suddenly gave a strong pulse of vibrations sending her spiralling out of control. The dildo fucking her ass increased its speed until it was a blur, ramping up her pleasure. This was it, she was on the edge again, and she raced herself for the inevitable. Any moment now they would stop. Instead, a finger pressed down hard against her clit, forcing the pleasure of the vibrations to go deep into her sex.

Natasha was primed and ready, and the finger on her clit was the final straw to push her over. Her entire body locked up as her muscles coiled and tensed to the point where she feared they would tear. Her pussy convulsed around the two fingers steadily fucking her. She threw her head back as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound left, the pleasure too much for her to vocalise. Stars exploded behind her eyes as everything went white. Breathing became nearly impossible as she struggled to hold herself together. The pleasure peaked to untold heights, then crested as she began to crash towards orgasm.

Then nothing.

The second her orgasm had finally begun, that moment she had finally been granted release, everything stopped.

The hands? Gone. The dildo? Gone. The vibrations against her clit? Gone.

The shock rattled her in a way she couldn't understand. Her body twitched and spasmed as the full **** of her orgasm continued to flow from her core. Her pussy spasmed madly around empty air. Her breath was ragged and laboured, each intake a struggle. It had everything she expected from an orgasm of this magnitude.

Everything but the pleasure.

She just kept going, her body shook and trembled as wave after wave of orgasmic contractions continued to wrack her. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, no longer of pleasure, but of pure unadulterated despair. Her eyes had rolled back to normal, but she just stared unseeing ahead of herself.

Eventually, the 'orgasm' began to wane. Its energy was finally expended. Natasha hung limply in the restraining device, all her energy gone, blown away with the last of her resolve. Her breath was shallow but steady. She felt empty. After all this time, with the sole need to cum a constant presence inside of her, she just felt empty. Empty. Broken. And utterly unsatisfied.

A soft sob of defeat was the only sound she could make.

"I told you we'd ruin you. But don't worry. If you behave, you might one day earn yourself another chance to cum."

Behave. Another chance. CUM.

Those three things were what Natasha latched on to before she finally sank into darkness.

Three months later. Hōkūlani

The arrivals terminal of the Hōkūlani airport was always a busy place. With as large and widespread as Pravum was, there were always people coming and going to the holiday island. Such was the case today for the three women waiting for their luggage to arrive.

Two were a set of identical twins. Their Spanish origin is clear to see on their light brown skin and deep black hair. Dark brown eyes surveyed their surroundings, one bored, the other with almost childlike enthusiasm. They were dressed for the Hawaiian weather, which in their case meant skimpy and revealing. The third woman was at best two or three years older, and she was patiently waiting near the conveyor belt as various bags went by. Her light brown hair was cut into a short pixy cut, and her expensive summer dress clung to her in a way that should be forbidden.

"Ugh, how long do we have to wait here? It's been ages, and I want to go to the beach."

This was one of the twins, whose childlike enthusiasm could not hide the boredom of waiting and doing nothing.

"Just until we get the last of our luggage. Relax, we got two weeks to go to the beach. A few minutes waiting here is the least you can do."

"But I'm booooooooooooooooooooored."

One of the airport employees approached them pulling a small cart behind him. On it was what looked like a pet carrier used to transport a larger breed of dogs. he stopped near the trio, and with a polite nod, handed to cart handle to the third woman.

"here is your pet Ma'am's. Sorry for the delay, and please enjoy your stay."

The woman retrieved a leash from the side of the carrier and opened the front latch. She clipped the leash on, and with a soft tug, ushered their pet out.

Out came not an animal, but a woman.

She had a slender build, and crawling on her hands and knees made her large breasts sway with every move. Two silver rings pierced her nipples, and from them, a short chain hung with a weighted vibrator attached to it. Her skin was flawless and pale. Her hair was cut short, just shy of being a military-styled buzzcut. She wore a headband with cat-like ears, made from her cut hair. Her green eyes were staring at the ground though a clear haze of lust and desire simmered behind them. As she crawled further out of the carrier, she revealed her firm shapely behind. A decently sized vibrating buttplug had filled her ass and a slender cat's tail made from her hair as well was worked into the plug. Little rotors worked into the tail could make it move like a real cat could, and it was linked to the woman's arousal, making it twitch faster the closer she was to cumming. Finally, a little silver ring surrounded her clit, emitting a steady, yet subtle vibration directly against her clit.

With each movement, the weighted vibrators swayed back and forth, sending sharp tugs of pain and pleasure into her nipples. The buttplug filled her ass fully, further heightening her pleasure. She wore a simple leather collar, and from it hung a metal tag that normally had the pet's name engraved on it. Hers was empty. She had no name. At one point, she might have been Natasha Romanova. She might have been the famed Black Widdow. Now, she was pet. Just, pet. Her mistresses hadn't even bothered with naming her, just calling her pet whenever they addressed her. And the third woman, her Goddess, didn't even bother talking to her at all.

The trio began to walk towards the exit, and pet dutifully crawled behind them.

She behaved, she was a good pet. She had yet to earn a second chance. But she would one day. She behaved, maybe her mistresses, or perhaps even her Goddess, would ruin her. It was the closest she would come until she had earned her second chance. They left the terminal, and pet crawled behind her owners, her cunt dripping with need along the way.