My touch...

Natasha glares up at me as my thumb slides over her lips. Upon hearing my words however, her eyes go wide. "Your touch..." She whispers in a daze.

Already, Black Widow can feel her body growing aroused at the thought of being violated. Illicit images and thoughts fill her head as Natasha squirms in defiance. "No, you're lying... this is some trick." She says angrily.

"Does she look like a trick?" I ask, pointing toward Agent Hill. "She was **** for twenty-four hours straight before I finally allowed her to drink my seed. I have the recordings if you wish to listen to her begging for release."

"So, I don't think we'll have any further need of this." I say, reaching out to pull on the zipper of Black Widow's skin-tight uniform.

Natasha's mind is temporarily distracted with thoughts of Agent Hill's ****. Part of her actually longs to see and hear the recordings. Those thoughts quickly vanish however the moment I reach for her zipper. Black Widow jerks and twists at her restraints with a look of pure hatred at me. The fabric of her uniform peels back like a piece of ripe melon, revealing her lovely full breasts.

"I always wondered why you had this so conveniently placed." I continue with a smirk. Taking my time, I continue lower as I watch Agent Romanov squirm. Her breasts seem to ooze up through the exposed fabric as I slide her zipper down further.

“I’ll get you for this..." She says, feeling the skin-tight fabric peeling off her skin, exposing her body. An involuntary moan escapes her lips as I progress lower.

"T-there’s S.H.I.E.L.D. reinforcements coming.” She says at last.

"Agent Hill, what's S.H.I.E.L.D.'s mandate for lost agents?"

Maria gasps as the cock slides out of her mouth, popping free to let her talk. "A recovery team is sent to locate missing agent, if the recovery team is lost, S.H.I.E.L.D. severs ties and considers all agents KIA. No further rescue missions will be attempted." She says with a sense of conviction.

Agent Hill looks over apologetically at Black Widow even as some cum dribbles down from her chin onto her tits. "I'm sorry, Nat. I don't want to die like this." She manages to mutter before the cock is forcibly stuffed back into her mouth.

Natasha stares at Hill in shock and dismay. As she eye catches the cum dripping down Maria's chin, Natasha's mouth opens slightly, as if hoping to lick it clean. She stops, catching herself even as she licks her lips slightly. Barely hearing Agent Hill's last comment before the cock shoves back in, Natasha stifles a groan. “Hill... S.H.I.E.L.D. can still save you. We still have time.”

"Agent Hill has little under four hours remaining." I answer politely. "And you, Agent Romanov, I can judge just by looking at you. Your rapid breathing, your heaving breasts, your flush face..." My fingers slide down Black Widow's bare stomach and through the trimmed red hairs of her pussy. I sink my finger into her slit without hesitation. "Your dripping pussy."

"I would say that you are more than slightly aroused yourself, aren't you?" I ask, pulling the rest of her uniform free to expose her excited bare flesh.