Doctor Doom Turns Black Widow Into A Weapon Against Porkum

A light. Then a subtle change. The Black Widow knew instinctively that she was somewhere else, higher above sea level. The air pressure was different. The air cooler, dryer. It smelled of European pine. Cold metal fingers lifted her up, not caring about the cum that oozed out of her broken asshole. Briefly, Natasha tried to control it, but her whole body convulsed in pain.

A familiar armored figure stepped into view. A metal gauntlet lifted her chin. Natasha Romanoff could not even spit into the eye of Doctor Doom.

"You have been violated. Abused. Cast off like a spent cumrag," Doctor Doom said. "I am not responsible for this. You penetrated Porkum's sanctum. My business with him concerns only the Fantastic Four. Yet of late, I see that he is...troublesome. His brain is crude, and he often thinks solely with his phallus. While I do not doubt he will destroy the Fantastic Four with his machinations, the...collateral damage...may be unacceptable."

Natasha coughed. A glob of jizz puked up onto his polished metal gauntlet.

Yet his brown eyes held hers.

"I can repair your injuries. Make you immune to Porkum's powers. Provide you with the means to destroy him, utterly. You will have your revenge on him," he said.

It was an offer that came with a price. Natasha knew that.

"For...what..." she rasped. Not sure when she had damaged her vocal cords. Perhaps when she was screaming as Porkum busted her insides.

Doom's voice was cold.

"You must not destroy him until his work is complete. When the Fantastic Four is broken, then and only then may you eradicate him. Until that time, you will be the silent, deadly partner that brings his schemes to fruition. Removing obstacles. Lessening the collateral damage. So that others do not suffer as you have."

Natasha Romanoff thought about the offer, if offer it was.

"If...I...refuse..."

Doom shifted his hand slightly. One metal-clad thumb pulled her lip down, like a buyer examining a horse's teeth.

"Then I will simply clean you up and return you back to him. To do with as he will. Until he breaks you again. As he does with all his toys."

A spasm of pain went through the Black Widow's body. Not fear, exactly. She knew that what Doctor Doom said was not a threat. He was simply offering her alternatives.