How Clint died. Fucked to

Natasha shook her head. The thing with Clint still burdened her more than she wanted to admit. Again and again, she tried to go through the whole thing and maybe find some clues as to how it had happened. The images of her boyfriend lying there, naked and all sweaty were still fresh in her mind. Also, the strong smell of sex that had been in the air was something she would never be able to forget. that had also been the reason why she had cleaned and dressed his body. neither the world nor his wife should know how exactly he had died. of course, she had done extensive tests beforehand so that Tony and Shield could look for traces but so far that had turned up nothing.

"Damn it, Clint. What the hell happened?" she asked quietly into the darkness. A quick glance over her shoulder along the edge secured her. Even in a situation like this. She had to be skeptical and always prepared for anything. A quick glance at the camera convinced her that the camera was still deactivated, otherwise she would have moved on long ago. But still the lens rested directly on her.

A strange loudspeaker announcement echoed through the empty corridors of the castle. She listened carefully, but it was only unimportant chatter, something about the winter glowing red. After she had obediently answered, after all it was only right to unleash one of her own responses to such a stupid saying, she suddenly had a bright idea. Maybe she should focus less on the end of the story and more on how or who had managed to trap Clint. That wasn't particularly easy.

So, she tried to remember everything that had happened that day. Then to think about how it could have happened.

She remembered that day, of course. It was a day that had been exceptionally quiet. She still remembered how she had received a phone call early in the morning. The call had stayed in her memory because she had found it extremely irritating. First there was this strange entry into the conversation. The caller, she no longer remembered exactly who it was, talked almost the whole phone call and she had simply listened bored.it was none of these phone calls that cheap sluts like her could keep long in the memory. She had been much too busy for that. She still had so much to do. New **** to prepare, fucking hot lingerie to buy, and a stockpile to prepare for an ambush on her Target.

She remembered well how she had called Clint, the last conversation she had had with him. She had told him about the plan with the warehouse, how she was going to take out an important target there. The usual stuff. The two of them almost always talked about professional matters. As always, he had offered her help.

And from that point on, Natasha began to think about how this day could have ended so terribly. She pondered how she would have handled it.

Reality:

Thoughtfully, she leaned against the wall. One hand wandered to her tits and gave them a squeeze. It always helped her think when she played with her tits. "Thank goodness you're offline! Can't imagine if someone saw that." she laughed towards the camera.

"So ... how would I have handled it?" she asked herself again, thinking for a moment. She tried to picture the whole thing mentally. Fortunately, she had an excellent imagination. It was almost as if she had really done all that. No detail escaped her.

With her eyes closed, she let her thoughts circle around that day.

After Natasha had received the call, she had immediately realized that the day would be a busy one. After she had made the preparations and had everything ready, she had left and met Clint on a roof nearby. He had been there a little longer than she had and had already observed the building Natasha had prepared.

"So, what does it look like?" she asked him as she stepped up to it. He turned to her and raised an eyebrow.

"What's that?" he asked, puzzled, raising an eyebrow. "Did you lose a bet to Stark?"

"Not one more word! That's his latest brain fart!" she said, looking down at the skin-tight latex suit. "I'll admit that the fact that it's three times harder than Kevlar is pretty cool, but it could have used less of a dominatrix look."

"Well. Did you get a whip too?" laughed Clint as he handed her the binoculars. "Checked the area, but they turned up the heat. I can't get clear thermal images from inside because it's 50 degrees in there. That's overlaying the images of people."

"That suggests we're on the right track, huh?" she asked, taking a look through the binoculars. Her plan was working. She herself had turned up the heat to give just that impression.

"Gonna be a hot one!" grinned Hawkeye, catching a light kick from her. She didn't even have to put down the binoculars to hit him.

"Shut up or I'll break your bow!" she grinned. "You had enough to drink or something? Gets pretty hot in there!"

"Just my morning coffee. You know me!" he laughed as she handed him a water bottle from a backpack, she must have carried her weapons in. "As always prepared for anything mh?"

"Somebody has to take care of you! Your wife would surely be pissed if you showed up at her place riddled with holes again." she grinned even wider as he finished the water bottle. There were just enough **** in it to get him in the right mood. She had also added 3 Viagra to it so he would fuck through it for a nice long time too.

"Pff. When have I ever been shot full of holes?" he grinned back.

"Budapest!"

" Streak shot."

"Belgium."

"Come on, that was a grenade."

"New York two years ago, New York at the ...

" We got to go Natasha." he laughed and then walked off.

Grinning, she followed him. For the two it was a piece of cake to get to the roof unseen where Natasha had of course prepared an easy way. As expected, they both decided that the ventilation ducts were the best option and Natasha went ahead. That he had her latex filled ass in front of his eyes the whole time would surely in combination with the **** and the viagra make him look a bit closer despite all friendship. Even here, the heat was palpable and so the two of them quickly worked up a sweat during the physically demanding work. Natasha moved directly in front of him, using her years of acquired skills to wiggle her rapidly in front of him as seductively as possible without it seeming too obvious.

" Remind me to ram a taser up Stark's ass for this suit." she growled playfully, not having to look to know that he was staring at her graduation at those words.

" Okay. Whatever you want." he replied and that was the sign for her that the **** were starting to kick in.

"You know what I want most right now? That you lick my ass!" she smiled and felt him coming closer. Then she could feel his tongue moving over the latex on her ass and she grinned. The mind-altering **** were having an effect.

"Was that a good thing?" he asked briefly, confused, and she turned in the narrow hallway to look at him beyond her tits.

"Almost good. But the fun will have to wait. Let's keep moving! we still have a job to do!" she grinned, knowing that the **** affecting his mind would only work for a short time. "I've got more nice things for you downstairs!"

"Okay!" he said, smiling.

"Like no stupid phrase? You're disappointing me. Are you getting soft?" she grinned and looked over her shoulder at him. He still looked fit, but sweat was pouring down his forehead too.

"I just want to go somewhere where I don't have to look at your butt!" he grinned.

"Pff..." she made only and slowly opened an exit hatch and slid on a rope completely noiselessly into the depth. The warehouse was empty of people, of course, but he didn't know that. Therefore, she immediately took cover and waited until he took a somewhat awkward seat next to hers and extended the bow.

"Are you all right Clint?" she asked anxiously and he shook his head.

"I'm feeling warm! A little dizzy." he said, which was all due to the ****.

"Then we'd better hurry..." she said, once again reaching for her belt and tossing him a bottle. "It's my last one, though, and we can't risk drinking the stuff here."

"The heat doesn't usually get to me like this!" he said, taking a big swig from the bottle.

"Maybe you're just out of shape. Want to talk about it?" she grinned, and as always, her missions were a delightful repartee of silly sayings. It was her own personal way of dealing with stress.

"Pff!" was all he said, sidling around a stack of boxes. "Could it be that your informant sucks? There's no one here." He said quietly and heard her breaking open a box behind him. Curious, he got to it and saw some bags of white powder and next to them some syringes and small containers. "I'm taking it all back. Looks like this is a **** stash."

Natasha just nodded and stretched. Then she pulled the zipper down to her belly button so that her perfectly shaped tits almost popped out of the suit. Underneath was now a hot looking bra trying to hold her two breasts in place.

"Boah... I'm hot!" she moaned, fanning herself. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Hawkeye's eyes focusing on her tits and then turned to him. "Are you all right Clint? You look beat!"

"Uh..."

"Jesus... always got to watch out for you kids!" she said with a laugh, pulling a syringe out of a pocket. "Roll up your arm."

"What's that?" he asked, raising a brow.

She looked at the syringe and raised a brow in thought. "I think hydrochloric acid or something." She laughed and shrugged. Clint was already rolling up his arm and holding it out to her.

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Reality:

Natasha was leaning against the wall with one hand between her legs. Greedily she rubbed her pussy and breathed heavily. This was the critical moment. This was what it had to have been like. Someone had **** him for sure! That was the only explanation.

As she squeezed her hand into her cleavage and kneaded her breasts, she tried to figure out the rest of the puzzle.

It didn't take long for the Heroine to take effect in Clint. He didn't seem to mind the heat so much anymore and his mood was getting better and better. It was clear that he was now completely high. He sat on one of the boxes and looked at Natasha who was now smiling.

"You look like you want to do something Natasha." He laughed good-humoredly and Natasha grinned.

"Well right now I want to party a little!" she laughed and Clint awkwardly threw up his arms.

"PARTY! WUHUU!" he laughed completely high and watched as Natasha walked up to him. Slowly, she leaned over him.

"Yeah...you really seem to be in a good mood. I can think of a way to make you feel even better!"

"And how?"

"Watch!" she laughed, and drew up a syringe with Heroine. "Mhm. One little shot... and you'll feel a lot better right away.... And if you dare...you'll get a reward too."

"Up, reward...what?" he said looking amused at the syringe.

"How about...I show you things your wife can't do!" she grinned and put the needle in place. "Sooooo it's good Clint. In a few seconds the party will get started and then you and I will have a lot of fun!" she smiled and stood wide-legged over him.

"Fun!" he laughed and looked up at her.

"Want to know what my cunt tastes like Clint?" she said seductively and felt his hands move up her legs. "Mhm yeah... go ahead Clint. Don't you even want to know what it's like to be fucked by a black widow?" With that she slowly pulled the zipper further open until her pussy was exposed. Then she got down on her knees and positioned her pussy right above his head. "YES baby... lick me!"

She could then feel his tongue tentatively touching her pussy but it wasn't long before the mix of ****, Viagra and horniness made him lick her more greedily.

"Mhmm... yes Clint licks my cunt... you're doing great ohhhh Jaaa.... I have waited so long to have your horny tongue inside me! Mhmmm Yeah baby..." she gasped lustfully and then stood up and looked down at him. Lasciviously he licked his lips and chuckled a little to himself.

"Tell me Clint... Do you have a hard-on?" she asked seductively and Clint grabbed his pants laughing and replied.

"I'm totally hard!"

"Then how about you finally get your big cock out and fuck the shit out of me!" she laughed, turning around and spreading her legs. She bent over the box and leaned forward. "Come on Clint. Fuck my pussy...we both know you can't control your cock anymore!"

Clint stood up with difficulty and pulled down his pants, his stiff cock shot up and greedily he looked at the ass that was waiting there so invitingly for him. Through the **** his mind was so befuddled that he grabbed his cock and looked down. He hadn't been this horny in years. His cock was harder than it had been in ages. And then this horny, shiny pussy right in front of him that he had just tasted.

"Then let's finally get this party started!" he laughed, ramming his cock into his girlfriend. She moaned loudly and for the next 4 hours it was a wild mix of fucking and getting new squirts. After each orgasm Natasha rewarded him with a new shot... Growing duller and duller he lay on the floor looking at the big tits bouncing right in front of his eyes.

"Yes...Clint... I promise you...this will be the hottest fuck of your life.... You'll never have a hornier fuck again!" gasped Natasha and while massaging his cock with her pussy she drew up a new syringe...slowly with circular motions she teased him and laughed as she stretched his neck. "Goodbye baby. I'll miss your cock...but the Master wants proof of my loyalty!" she said and gave Clint a massive overdose.... The kick provided a final surge as his heart stopped beating.

Natasha gasped heavily... This is how it had to have been! This was how her best friend had died. Fucked by a runaway slut with big tits and a gluttonous cunt... Furious, she rammed 3 fingers into her pussy and felt her orgasm building, but she denied herself this release. No... It wasn't time yet. She wouldn't just come here and now... Something told her that her pussy would have to wait.

She pulled the zipper back up and felt hot sweat flowing over her tits....

"Dr. Doom.... It's... about time!" she gasped and staggered dazedly towards the throne room!