Hunter and prey

The heels of her ankle boots clacked on the concrete floor and echoed in the abandoned warehouse as the Black Widow approached one of the numerous shafts with her own mixture of confidence, caution and lasciviousness. The difference between the light of the hall and the darkness of the passageways hidden behind the bars made it impossible for her to see anything. Even if she thought she sensed a frantic movement, she could not say for sure. She had no supernatural senses or technological sensors, but had to rely on her own eyes and ears.

Therefore, it escaped the red-haired master spy's notice that the three Cavetoads were excitedly whispering - or doing the closest thing to whispering among Cavetoads - behind the grating in front of her. The tantalising confidence of the alluring female worried them, but at the same time their lust for the red-haired beauty was growing by the second. Whereas before they had jostled for the best spots on the bars, now they hustled backwards. They all tried to reach a position from which they could still see enough of the magnificent boobs in the skin-tight leather, but on the other hand had at least one fellow speciman between them and the obvious danger.

Zaaappppp. Zap. Zap. Zap. Zap.

A series of electrical pulses shook a cavetoad as the Widow fired her Gauntlet, sending a volley of the small projectiles through the grating. Nat had detected indistinct outlines and fired even without a clear target. Usually she preferred subtlety, but in moments like this, robust action was in order. Whereas before she had been able to see nothing but shadows in the darkness beyond the bars, now the electric pulses of her Widow Gauntlet illuminated a green body that quivered and twitched its limbs under the shock waves. Nat smiled.

The unfortunate Cavetoad contorted his face into grimaces under the electric shocks, grimaces that his clumsy musculature was not actually capable of. His tongue twitched wildly and uncontrollably from his mouth and danced in rhythm with his rotating eyeballs. His two comrades wiped back in fright, forgetting for a moment even their lust for the hot redhead. A few moments later, the gruesome spectacle was over again. The body of the electrified cavetoad went limp, but did not fall to the floor; instead it was grabbed by a graceful arm in black leather and pulled with **** through the grating into the hall. Once again, the two remaining Cavetoads wiped back in horror. Usually they were the hunters and the females the prey, but this redhead apparently did not respect those rules of the game.

The grate clanged on the floor as Black Widow yanked the shocked Cavetoad into the hall and threw him to the ground. Her arm ached at the enormous weight of her target, but she didn't let on. Then she eyed the strange creature. A good two metres tall, hulking and corpulent body lay before her, still twitching slightly under the residual effect of her WidowGauntlet. Its tongue hung out and its eyes were twisted, but.... Nat raised an eyebrow as she caught sight of the creature's enormous, stiff cock. She nodded, almost appreciatively: no doubt complimenting the Cavetoad, after all, she was something of an expert on big, green.... zucchinis.