Natasha Fails To Secure Her Air Filter At All

The Black Widow pulled the air filter out of a small pocket, unfolded it as she had trained and practiced a thousand times before. Yet this time, as she went to secure it, the air ventilation suddenly blew full blast. The heroine scrambled to press her arms and legs against the walls as her air filter went flying out of her hand, into the dark behind her. She closed her eyes and turned her head as a hot, wet miss hit her face.

Natasha Romanoff was strong. Resourceful. With eyes closed and holding her breath, she moved against the draft. Navigated blind against the stinging artificial wind, using pre-mapped route through the ducts to find an exit point. With an impressive show of strength, she braced her knees against a vent and exerted her strength.

The vent collapsed, and she fell through into the room below, to land on her feet, knees bent, heart pounding, ready to fight, flee, or...

"Oh fuck!" The Black Widow moaned as she doubled over in mingled pain and need. It was like a period cramp...only Natasha hadn't had a period cramp since her hysterectomy. And mingled with it was the most ****, unbelieve wet squelch of desire she had ever experienced in her life. She could feel hot rivulets of juice running down the inner legs of her suit, and her pussy and ass spasmed as if trying to desperately trying to milk a hard cock.

But it was a dry well. There was no dick to fuck, to squeeze its hot cream into her aching depths, and the very thought of a prick made Natasha pant with incoherent want. Pain and an unnatural wave of heat enveloped her body. She unzipped her costume, body flushed, and opened fevered eyes to figure out where she was.

It was a bathroom. Probably the original bathroom for the floor of the meat packing plant downstairs. All white tile and aluminum. Her knees wobbled and she leaned against the wall. Shooting pains radiated up from her crotch, worse than that time she had been cunt-punted by Titania, and that had resulted in a fractured hip and required a blood transfusion from Captain America to get her back up on her feet.

With teeth gritted, Natasha staggered forward, putting one foot in front of another. She had just reached the door when she heard it.

A footstep on the other side.