Meeting Dr. Doom... And suddenly new Ideas!

Finally, the time had come. Natasha was ready to confront Dr. Doom. She was standing right in front of his Throne Room. Slowly she entered the room, ready for a tough fight. Dr. Doom was one of the most powerful villains in this world, and was probably too big for her to handle alone. But that remained to be seen. In any case, she was well prepared.

With one last deep breath, she entered the chamber.

Furious, Natasha left the throne room again. This wretched wannabe super villain just loved to listen himself talking. For two days he had been annoying her with his endless speeches and pointless palavering, just to make it clear that he was not responsible for his ****. The problem was simply that she believed him. He had not even fought her. Dr. Doom would never lie to her or anything like that. She was quite sure of that. Dr. Doom was a genius. A diabolical genius, but a genius. He was always right. About everything. It was simply a fact. Of course, he had expected her, and made lofty speeches. He was not only one of the most powerful villains, but also the biggest egomaniacal asshole in this world. However, unless he was threatened, he was quite polite. In his own way. Something told her that under his armor he was surely a godlike man. And that any woman who would be fucked by Dr. Doom would become addicted on the spot. Sometimes even she caught herself ramming one of her dildos into her pussy, thinking about his big hot cock. But that was not the point here. He was aware of the fact that Natasha was not here in her capacity as Avenger. It was an open secret that she was not satisfied with the way the investigation of Clint's **** was going and was looking quite vigorously for the killer.

But Doom was aware of his innocence and since there was nothing in his higher command but androids or robots the option of betrayal in his ranks was almost zero. He hadn't even offered her a fight. It was a conversation from the start. He had even personally offered her a chair. A beautiful chair. He apparently had good sources. He knew Natasha loved chairs on which her hands and feet could be bound while Dr. Doom's mechanical dildos increased her concentration. He really could be very accommodating when he wanted to be.

For two days she had sat in that chair and listened to his words. Had let them sink in, looking for ambiguities or lies, but found none. His words were the plain truth. He was not her enemy, at least not as far as her current situation was concerned. Unfortunately, she had had some shorter blackouts.... How could one stay awake all the time when there were 2 dildos fucking through and pumping attached to her tits. In addition, the endless palaver of Dr. Doom. Now and then she just dozed off... and was sure that he would just go away.

Sullenly, she walked to the jet and got on. "Darn it. What am I going to do now?" she muttered as she flew towards America. However, she had figured out a few things during her conversation with Doom. After all, it was her way and her job to conduct interrogations. Some babbled hints had escaped Dr. Doom in his arrogance.

Atlantis. Namor.

Atlantis had the means to send someone who could take on Clint. Physically they were all superior to a human. And some of them had powerful magic or exotic technology to seduce even an extraordinary human like Clint. However, the fact that they had used Heroine was unusual, but it could also be interpreted as humiliation. But how could she get to one from Atlantis? That was not possible without the help of the Avengers and Tony or Steve would not tolerate that she irritated Namor. A war against Atlantis was the last thing the people needed right now.

But it was known that there were forces within Atlantis that did not agree with Namor's leadership style. Atuma was probably the best known of them. But according to SHIELD information there was also tension in the court itself. And Dr. Doom had given hints that confirmed this information. Natasha was proud that she had noticed these little mistakes of Doom. Apparently, Dr. Doom believed that Queen Dorma was a threat. The Atlantean queen was a scheming noblewoman who had married Namor only to gain power.

She had to find a way to get inside information from Atlantis. While sitting in her pilot's chair, she thought about what she was going to do, but by the time she landed in New York, she hadn't come up with a good idea. When she landed in the Avengers Tower, a bad-tempered Tony and a curious looking Steve were already waiting for her. But when the latter saw the pissed-off look on Natasha's face, he pulled Tony aside and told him to be quiet. For once, Tony seemed to take the hint. As soon as she was gone, the 2 looked at each other questioningly.

"She was visiting Dr. Doom. Did you see how pissed she was?" asked Tony.

"Watch your language, Tony. Yes. Apparently, it was a dead end. She was so hoping it was him so she could finally avenge Clint." Sighed Steve. "Tony. I'm afraid we'll have to keep an eye on her. She's taking this too personally."

"You mean like you do everything involving Bucky?" countered Tony sharply, landing a direct hit on his friend. "But here's another thing... Since when does she have a latex suit?"

"Really now Tony? Our friend is about to lose herself on a vendetta and you're just paying attention to her suit?" asked Steve, puzzled. Typical Tony.

"Hey. How do you not notice THAT suit?" laughed Tony, then went to his lab.

"Right." Said Steve, looking after Natasha who just disappeared down the hall. He hated to admit it, but Tony was right. How could anyone miss that ass. Her old suit had already been provocative, but this shiny latex suit accentuated that ass even better. " Great ass!" he grinned now that he was alone.

Furious, Natasha entered her room and locked the door. Sighing, she dropped onto the bed and stared at the ceiling.

"Damn it! How am I going to get Intel on Atlantis and Namor? " She couldn't tell anyone about it. The look on Tony's face had spoken volumes. On the one hand, yes, she agreed with him. It had been stupid what she had done. Normally she of all people was the voice of reason. But this was something else. She had to avenge his ****! Or... at least find out who had done it.

Sighing, she reached into her travel bag and pulled out one of the vibrators. She just needed to take her mind off things for a bit. Calm herself down. After switching the room to private mode, she pulled down the zipper of her catsuit until her tits were exposed. Between her plump DD tits, she had a small Vial wedged in. Slowly she pulled it out and looked at it. In the fine violet was a greenish liquid that glowed slightly. Somehow it reminded Natasha of the medication she used to get in the Red Room. It was the **** that had weakened her mind before she had been led to indoctrination.

She moved the violet a little and watched the liquid slosh back and forth. With a casual shrug of her shoulders, she finally opened it and let the liquid run over the dildo. Only then did she begin to slowly guide it between her lips and lick it clean. She had to concentrate, it went through her mind as she stretched it and pushed the dildo as deep into her throat as she could. Just as she had done with Dr. Doom... On the chair... While wearing that helmet that looked just like it did in the Red Room. One hand wandered to her bare tits and pulled on her hard nipples. Yes...focus and listen...that was what was important. What all had Dr. Doom said?

She tried to remember. But much of what he had drilled into her over the 2 days was the usual egomaniacal blah blah. That she had to submit to her lord and master. That Dr. Doom was her only true master. All things she had known for a long time.

No. That was not it. Spasmodically she continued to think. Then it fell like scales from her eyes.

Jerkily she shot up in bed into a sitting position. Slowly and with pleasure she pulled the dildo out of her mouth, not without licking it clean once more.

"SUSAN!"