Black Widow Has Seen And Heard Enough

As soon as Susan Storm said 'Makes us all your bitches,' Black Widow activated the neural disrupters.

Spider-Woman tried to leap out the way, a moment before the disruptive pulses burst out from each hidden device that the red-headed spy had planted around the table, but Natasha Romanov was waiting for that. Her arm came up and her widow's bite zapped out from her bracelet, catching the woman in mid-air. Jessica Drew fell heavily onto the table...and the rest of the women slumped, ****.

Porkum, though, was still on his feet. Still moving.

In a moment, the athletic spy vaulted over the table. Her legs kicked out and caught him right in the snout, causing him to stagger backward, his two-foot erection making his attempts to grab her awkward and easy to avoid. The pig-man shook his head groggily, his inhuman physiology apparently giving him some protection against the neural disruptor...or maybe he just had been too far away.

"Bitch...gonna break you with my dick..." he said, small dark eyes unable to focus on the black-clad lithe form that moved like liquid lightning, dodging every blow. This close, Black Widow had to hold her breath. The plugs in her nostrils that protected her from his pheromones wouldn't work if she got too much of a lungful. She had been fortunate that the others hadn't noticed her faking drinking the pig-man's disgusting seed.

All Porkum could see was red hair, luscious games, breasts barely contained in a tight-fitting outfit like a second skin. All he felt was pain as precise strikes hit him, aiming for pressure points, joints. His immense fat cushioned him somewhat from the stinging hits, and his inhuman durability let him weather punishment that would have put down a prizefighter. Yet they still hurt, and every strike made his dick harder, his testicles swell angrily, ready to tear this bitch's arms and legs off and impregnate whatever was left.

A kick in the knee made Porkum stumble. Black Widow came up behind him and the full fury of her widow's bite slammed into the back of his skull. The pink scalp was actually smoking as he finally slumped down against the edge of the table.

Natasha's lungs burned. She had less than thirty seconds of air left. She needed to get out of her, contact the rest of the superhero community...

Which is when a familiar armored figure in a green tunic and cloak entered the room.

Doctor Doom! Natasha thought. Then her eyes narrowed. Or perhaps...only a Doombot?