Black Widow Cannot Stop Masturbating

The Mandrill's nails raked across Moira Mactaggart's pale skin, as his cock threatened to split her ass open. It was some kind of holding sell, and the mutant scientist was braced against the glass as the bestial villain took her from behind. The look on the Scottish woman's face was a mix of ecstasy and agony, of lust and self-loathing. Her whole body arched to meet Mandrill's, dark nipples hard, thin body criss-crossed with scratches from Mandrill's rough carresses—and the words from her mouth were a torrent of sexual ****, exhortations to fuck her harder, to pound her shithole...

Black Widow stared, unable to look away. She had stripped her costume and lay on the trash-strewn floor, four fingers buried in her gooey gash. Her whole body quivered as she stretched her aching, needy cunt in time with the thrusts of the beast-man on screen, but it wasn't enough. Not nearly enough. The concentrated spunk-smell of Porkum's lair was overriding her judgment, flaying her inhibitions, laying bare all the parts of herself she had so long repressed through years of training.

She sprayed lubricant, a water-soluble mixture she sometimes used for infiltrations, onto the fingers of her left hand, and guided the digits to her ass.

On screen, the scene shifted. Natasha Romanoff's eyes went wide. It was Titania, the half-naked villainess' abdomen bulging as if pregnant. Yet that wasn't it at all. A thick chain dangled from the musclebound woman's bulging, gaping asshole. Crusher Creel, the Absorbing Man, laughed cruelly as he tugged at the enchanted weapon—and Natash gasped in horror and amazement as she realized that Titania had taken his wrecking ball inside of her.

Natasha's middle finger pushed into her ass. Anal sex was nothing new to her. In her training as a spy, the Red Room had made sure its agents were more than capable of all manner of sexual seductions. Sometimes, with Bucky Barnes or Tony Stark, Natasha had even enjoyed the thrill of a man's cock up her ass. That strangely different sensation, so forceful...so demanding...

She pushed another finger against her ass, even as she saw Crusher Creel slowly pull his wrecking ball from Titania's ass. The woman was lost in a terrible ecstasy, her powerful frame bent almost double as she struggled to hold on. It was like watching a woman give birth—but no woman had ever birthed a steel orb nearly a foot in diameter!

The third finger brought a gasp from the Black Widow's lips. Her knees burned from the hard floor, but she couldn't stop. Her body moved on its own, hips shifting in place, humping the empty air as she stared at the screen. The strange and terrible infamies being depicted on it made her head swim.

The scene shifted again. Back to Baron Strucker and the twins. The perfect blonde Nazi bastards were fucking each other, the young man's thin prick buried in his own sister's cunt. They held hands, glowing with superhuman energy from their strange bond. Then Strucker parted his son's ass cheeks. His own cock, a scarred monstrosity of H.Y.D.R.A. science, pierced the asshole of the pretty young man, who squealed like a girl as his little hole was stretched by the monstrous prick. Jizz dripped from the young woman's pussy, the next heir of Strucker's evil legacy being planted in a scene of incestuous abandon that pushed Natasha's libido to new and terrible limits.

"AaaaaagggRRHHHH!" The Black Widow roared as both her hands pushed into her body. Ass and cunt stretched to the limit, the hands pushing in and out as much as she could manage. Natasha could actually feel her hands moving inside of each other, against each other through the thin wall of flesh that separated cunt and ass.

So lost was she, that Natasha Romanov did not see Porkum enter the room. Wasn't even aware he was there until his cock flopped over her shoulder like a snake, dribbling a hot, sticky dribble over her naked breasts. His hands gripped her skull, peeling her eyelids open.

"Keep watchin'," Porkum rumbled. "This comin' up is my favorite part."