Tricked...

Not being able to hear Widow, Jessica quickly hurried over to the access panel, her heart racing. "Just give me a moment, I'll get you out," she mumbled, her fingers flying across the controls. It felt like an eternity before she finally hacked the access code, and the ****-field dropped.

Natasha turned to Hill, who was still uncharacteristically sleeping. "Come on, you need to help me. They injected her with something," she said, her voice urgent.

Jessica smiled in relief as the **** field dropped. "Finally, Fury's been worried about you both. I'm glad I was able to find you," she said, hurrying over to Hill's side. "What did they inject her with?" she asked, her eyes scanning Hill's body for any signs of injury.

But as Jessica entered the cell, a trap was sprung. The ****-field reactivated, sealing her inside. The images of the other two women twitched, flickered, and suddenly vanished. "I can't believe you fell for that, Drew," the real Natasha said, silently stepping out of the shadows, her form-fitting costume hugging her curves, the zipper pulled down to reveal a generous amount of cleavage.

"Oldest trick in the book," Hill added, clapping slowly as she walked up behind Natasha. "I mean, at least when Widow rushed in, I was being ****, so she was trying to help me. But you... you just walked right into the cell. Bravo." Hill wore a skin-tight uniform, similar to her S.H.I.E.L.D. attire, but with one key difference—a deep emerald green shimmer when the light hit it just right. And like Widow, her zipper was pulled down, exposing her bare flesh and the contours of her firm, supple breasts.

Jessica's eyes widened as she noticed the absence of the S.H.I.E.L.D. patches, replaced with the multi-faceted Hydra logo on each woman's sleeve. Her gaze drifted down, taking in the amount of cleavage on display, her confusion growing. "No... What the hell is going on? What did they do to you two?" she demanded, spinning around, her eyes falling on the reactivated ****-field.

"They turned us," Natasha said flatly, her fingers trailing through Hill's hair. "It didn't take much."

“Well, it did actually, it did." Hill interjected, leaning up against Natasha. “It took a lot but, in the end, the rapture and the pleasure were just too much to resist. So, we submitted and embraced it.”

To hear them both so calmly say that they were turned stunned Jessica as she watched Hill lean against Natasha. “What are you two talking about? You are dedicated S.H.I.E.L.D. agents! Is this some sort of mind control?”

“No.” Black Widow said. “Not really. We just decided that we didn’t want to work for Fury anymore.”

"The benefits of our new employer are far more enjoyable," Hill added with a sultry smile. "You'll see soon enough. He's been looking forward to meeting you, Agent Drew."

"Benefits? What benefits? And why are you dressed like that? And standing so close to each other?" Jessica demanded, her eyes darting around for an escape.

"The pleasure," Hill answered, her tongue flicking over her lips in a seductive manner.

"Mmmm... Yes, the pleasure," Natasha agreed, reaching into Hill's open uniform to cup and caress her breast. Hill let out a soft moan, leaning into Natasha's touch.

Jessica was speechless, her eyes flicking between the two women. "I can't believe this... I must have accidentally released some pheromones or something," she mumbled, her eyes darting between the two women, taking in their intimate caresses.