Black Widow gets a Groom

“Now, my dear, we just need to find a suitable match for you,” Petra said as she walked Natasha to the lobby.

Natasha was on autopilot. Her mind was still there trying to fight the programming Petra conditioned her with. But for every “I am going to kill you” she thought another thought such as “I feel like a princess” would replace it.

At the moment Natasha’s rage was being quelled by the sensation of lace and satin hugging her body. She felt as though her entire body was surrounded by pleasing sensations. Her nipples were getting harder and could almost be seen through her white bodice.

Petra opened up her smartphone. “Bidding has already commenced,” Petra said “Many want you as a trophy wife, others want to gift you to solidify alliances, and yet others want to **** you... but where is the fun in that? I like the fans of yours who are trying to get you.”