Karma is a bitch

The cavetoad's sperm stuck wet and gooey to Natasha's beautiful face and on her graceful neck. Even the river of her flowing red hair had received a portion. For the cavetoad, the squirting had been a sign of the climax of the deepest lust and the creature was panting heavily as it sat with its massive body still on top of the super-slender yet curvy spy. For Black Widow, however, it meant a moment of awakening and clarity. The moment the cold, sticky cavetoad cum slapped her face was like falling into an icy mountain lake. Natasha's mind was awake and, at least for a brief moment, less encompassed by the influence of the Cavetoad - whatever kind of aphrodisiac it used. She smiled coldly.

The cavetoad still rumbled in lust at the red-haired spy. His cock was still hard and the creature wanted to pleasure himself on Natasha again, but the creature's body had relaxed and still surges of lust and satisfaction ran through every fibre of his physique. Never had a woman's body excited the beast so much and never had sex been so satisfying. The cavetoad's chums had also watched the action with growing lust and dwindling fear. Most had rubbed their stiff dicks with their froggy paws and now set about leaving their hiding places to mount the now apparently willing or tamed female. Just as the first of its kind crawled somewhat awkwardly out of the shaft, the cavetoad sitting on Natasha looked down at its arousing prey. Then the creature bristled. Something had changed in the red-haired beauty's gaze. It almost seemed as if....

Black Widow returned the monstrous creature's gaze. Then, with one hand, she reached for the cock, still hard with lust, closed her graceful fingers around it and began to jerk it lightly and slowly. The cavetoad responded with a wide nasty froggy grin and rumbled with arousal, but then again bristled when it caught sight of the cold expression in the beautiful eyes.

Zaaappppp. Zap. Zap. Zap. Zap.

The next volley from the Widow Gauntlet hit first the disgusting creature's thick balls, then its cock after Nat had let it go. A pitiful squeal left the Cavetoad's throat as his body shuddered. He offered no resistance worth mentioning as Black Widow rolled his weight off him with impetus. The Cavetoad somehow tried to get to his feet, but his limbs were soft from the electric shocks and could not hold the massive body. He landed crashing into an old shelf that collapsed beneath him.

" Well, I think that's enough foreplay," Nat commented, wiping some of the frog's semen from her face. Slowly she approached the cavetoad and her long, slender legs set their steps crossed. Her hot ass, still perfectly accentuated by the skin-tight catsuit, wiggled with a lascivious swing and the heels of her leather ankle boots clacked with each step down the hall. Her enormous, perfectly round breasts stood firmly out from her slender body and did not lose their shape even as she walked, but only moved very slightly from top to bottom in rhythm with her steps. Nat brushed a strand of her long red hair out of her face in a lascivious gesture. The sight of her and her movements were so arousing that even the just-shocked Cavetoad, who was cowering in the broken remains of the shelf, gasping in pain, could not take his eyes off her. Nat couldn't deny that she enjoyed putting on a show for this disgusting creature so soon after the Widow Gauntlet had been used again. No doubt the unknown aphrodisiac was still having an effect, but she was again able to keep in check the excessive lust that was bubbling deep inside her. "Let's return to my original question," she suggested in a gentle tone that nevertheless brooked no contradiction. To substantiate her intention, she pressed one sole of her foot on the cavetoad's balls, at present still without much pressure.

Usually, hardly anything that took place around her escaped the Black Widow's notice: and certainly not a pack of five large, green Cavetoads that had clumsily and shovingly struggled to get into the room through two shafts. This time, however, Natasha's vantage point was too limited and the Cavetoad aphrodisiac was still working strongly. Any other woman would have been a bitch in heat by now, but Nat's iron will and trained mind successfully resisted - at least for the moment. Still, she didn't notice the Cavetoads pausing in shock and shuddering as their kind was shocked again. The creatures looked at each other uncomprehendingly. They didn't understand what was going on. First this red-haired super-model had shown up teasingly like a tantalising bait, then she had dragged one of their own out with brutality for an interrogation, only to have him touch her and give her tit-fuck. But now the impossibly hot female was letting her brutal side hang out again. Was this some complex, alien mating rite? Two cavetoads fearfully retreated back into the shafts, the remaining three exchanged uncertain glances, not knowing what to do.

Nat increased the pressure with his foot and the Cavetoad's eyes widened. It wasn't unbearable pain yet, but a panicked worry rose in the creature as it imagined how this affair would continue. Calmly as if looking at some shop windows, the Widow reloaded her Gauntlet. "I'm afraid you can't understand my language or you're just a green, disgusting monster with a huge cock whose brain capacity is only sufficient to think about fucking." She closed the latch on the Widow Gauntlet and aimed it at the Cavetoad again. "Then I guess I'll have to incapacitate you and take you with me. Maybe Stark and Strange can get you to talk." The Cavetoad looked at her strangely. Only now did Nat realise that as she spoke she had unconsciously begun to increase the pressure slightly with the sole of her ankle boot and at the same time massage his stiff cock. It was obviously time to act before the moment of clarity passed and she was again embraced by uncontrolled lust.

Just as she was about to shoot, she heard a noise behind her. She whirled around and jerked an arm up to fire, but she was too late. Two of the Cavetoads had dared to approach the hot spy from behind after hesitating for a while. Their bodies trembled with suppressed excitement as they approached this indescribably hot body. Their lust had become greater than their fear. Now they had come very close. As Black Widow spun around, a cavetoad's tongue shot out of its mouth and wrapped around the redhead's slender wasp waist. Nat gasped as she felt the grip, which was much stronger than she would ever have expected from a tongue. Jerkily, the tongue lifted her up and pulled her in a quick arc like a toy towards the cavetoad, who was already waiting for her with open arms. Before Nat could react, his disgusting froggy paws grabbed her body and pressed it against him. The red-haired spy struggled to push the beast away, but in terms of sheer physical strength she was helplessly outmatched.

Nat gasped in the Cavetoad's grip. She felt its strength and the lust she had previously controlled began to surge up inside her again. The creature's stiff cock pressed upward against her flat belly like an ancient phallus, and its grip pressed Natasha even harder against the rock-hard member. She moaned and writhed in its grip, but was mainly busy fighting the rapidly rising tide of pleasure rushing through her hot body. She braced her slender arms against the beast that rubbed against her lustfully. One of the cavetoad's hands kneaded her hot butt through the skin-tight leather, the other grabbed her tits and worked them with beastly lust. The hold on her breast sent new surges of pleasure through Nat's body. She felt herself becoming enormously wet again from one moment to the next. If she didn't manage to get herself out of this situation very quickly, she would soon be spreading her legs for this creature. The big green hard-on pressed against her breasts from below. Nat gasped lustfully. She had to fight back... Now... She moaned again, then the second new cavetoad approached her from behind.