One Good, Hard Climax Lets Black Widow Snap Out of It

Natasha's eyes rolled up in her head. She remembered some of her own encounters. Playing the honeypot. Not even a high-class escort. She was a whore picked up by a HYDRA agent in Bucharest. He had picked her up off the street, and she needed what he had.

Yet things had gone too far. She had gotten to excited, too many months pent up without proper relief. Her professional demeanor had cracked as his cock slid into her ass. She was just a piece of meat to him, a hole for him to hump, and a part of Natasha had needed that release at that moment, had fisted her own pussy in time with those desperate, unskilled thrusts up her ass, and the Black Widow had cum hard before she had knocked him out and taken his keycard.

In Porkum's chamber, her fist pushed past her labia, wrist deep, and she unleashed the widow's sting on its lowest setting. Her whole body convulsed as the electric pulse. A brain-clearing climax that she had done once before...and left her pussy sore and smoking slightly.

Yet her mind was now her own.

Though she left her pussy exposed as she rose and moved through Porkum's chamber. She heard voices in the outer room. Silently, she tip-toed towards the door and peeked through.

It was a kitchen. A naked mutant pig-man stood there, his inhumanly large schlong hanging from beneath his gut like a third leg. Gesticulating, a half-smoked cigar in one great pink hand. He seemed to be speaking to the open air, though there was a light from that direction. Hologram, probably.

"Your task was to corrupt the Invisible Woman and destroy her marriage," a familiar voice with a Latverian accent said. "What purpose does this intelligence-gathering serve?"

"Doomy!" the pig-man said, his voice booming and guttural. "Think of the big picture. Sue Storm getting porked, that's a personal issue. That's marriage counseling. Sue Storm betraying the entire superhero community? That can't be overlooked! That's pressure. They'll try to arrest her, then she comes running into my arms. That's how you turn a super-skank into a supervillain."

The silence that followed seemed to fill volumes. Natasha kept low, out of sight, her blood running cold. This was a much darker plot than she had imagined. Somehow Sue Storm was being suborned. She had to get out of here, warn S.H.I.E.L.D....

...except her pussy wouldn't stop leaking.