It's interrogation time

For a brief moment, the Black Widow could not take her eyes off the Cavetoad's rock-hard, large, slightly twitching cock. It took a short, inner jolt to focus on her task. What was that creature? Well, there was a Spiderman and an Ant Man, but she had never heard of a Frogman and somehow she doubted that this green, flabby thing in front of her deserved to be called a superhero or supervillain. Maybe he was a mutant or some failed experiment. But what was he doing here?

Nat gave the strange creature a brief moment to recover, then the red-haired master spy knelt spread-eagled on the creature's chest so that she could also hold his arms down with her knees. Given the significant weight difference, she could hardly hope to keep him down physically, but she had other ways to do that. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" To add emphasis to her question, she aimed her Widow Gauntlet at the thing's head.

Slowly the Cavetoad regained consciousness and blinked in confusion. For a moment he couldn't make out exactly what was there in front of him, but then his vision cleared and he saw a magnificent pair of massive breasts threatening to burst out of a skin-tight leather outfit. He stared and lust rose in him.

Nat gave the cavetoad two slaps to draw attention away from her cleavage. She somehow couldn't blame the creature for the lustful looks, as she deliberately provoked this behaviour with the open display of her breasts to distract opponents in battle and make informants more cooperative. The concept worked flawlessly, but at that moment a demure outfit would certainly have been more helpful. Nat sighed and slapped the cavetoad again. When she was sure that the frog creature was not fixated only on her tits for a brief moment, she repeated her question.

The cavetoad blinked. He heard the words of this arousing, red-haired female, but his senses were filled with a single desire: Sex. Hard, primitive sex. He wanted to move his arms and grab the woman's ass, but then the golden Gauntlet slid into his field of vision and somehow it reminded him of uncomfortable pain. He paused. His cock, however, stiffened even more with greed. Got bigger. Got harder. And finally bumped against the buttocks covered in skin-tight latex.

Nat flinched in surprise, expecting an attack from behind - which, from a certain point of view, it was. She reacted in a flash, whirled around and fired a volley of her Widow Gauntlet.

The Cavetoad's expression changed abruptly from deeply lustful to painfully panic-stricken. Once again his whole body began to tremble, but this time a particularly sensitive area was affected to a heightened degree. The five Cavetoads, who were still watching undetected in their hiding places and enjoying the exciting body of the master spy, also flinched in fright and exchanged horrified glances.

The Black Widow felt a trace of pity for a brief moment, but it quickly faded. Nevertheless, she gave the creature a brief moment to recover and took a deep breath. Had it become warmer in the dirty, abandoned warehouse in the last few minutes? She didn't usually sweat, but still she felt more cramped than usual in her tight leather outfit. Without giving it much thought, she unzipped her catsuit a little further. Involuntarily, her eyes slid back to the Cavetoad's enormous cock. It had undoubtedly grown again. Nat wondered how it must feel to be fucked by this big, hard thing. Sure, she'd had the Hulk and a few monsters, aliens and creatures comparably endowed. By contrast, the Cavetoad's cock seemed almost normal, though it was far bigger than what Steve, Tony, Peter and other Avengers had to offer. Significantly bigger. She licked her lips. Why was she so fixated on this cock? She didn't normally react this impressed to bulging masculinity. She had to continue the interrogation, she told herself. Then Nat sat down again, wide-legged on the cavetoad, but this time further down so that her crotch rubbed against his iron-hard boner. She was breathing heavily.

The cavetoad responded with a surprised and lustful look. He stared at the ample boobs that were now presented even more. But then his eyes widened as the Widow Gauntlet once again targeted his glans.

"I'm only going to ask this one more time," Nat moaned, struggling to concentrate on the mission "Who are you and what are you doing here?"