Spider's Web

A sudden rush of heat sent Natasha’s body into reactive mode- lowering the blanket normally draped over her sleeping form. Her mind still clouded from the sedation she failed to realize she was unable to move her arms as the wind brushed against the skin of her belly. It took a few minutes for her mind to finally notice the sweat trinkling down the length of her chest, the stickiness of her back connecting her flesh to the surface behind her, and the strange resistance her mouth felt whenever she tried to move it.

Gaining the strength to open her eyes finally Natasha Romanov realized her arms and legs had been restrained to a wooden chair. The sticky substance made it clear she had been restrained with duct tape and a simple test of her chair confirmed that it had been bolted down to the floor. Feeling something covering her mouth she naturally attempted to stick her tongue out to test the substance only to discover something was stuck in her mouth.

Touching the substance with her tongue as best she could Natasha could only describe it as a piece of cloth with a sour-like taste to it. The taste was not the traditional sweet aroma of chloroform or anything the Master Spy recognized but she knew there had to be a reason for the rag to be stuffed into her mouth. Even worse, her attempts to push the rag out of her mouth failed miserably thanks to whatever sticky substance was covering her face.

It was then she felt the air touch her skin as she looked down and realized someone went through all the trouble of removing her spy suit. The black cat suit was installed with several fail safes to ensure no one could remove the full body suit without her knowledge and yet here she was dressed only in her underwear, if you could call it that.

When Natasha was given her first suit in the Red Room, she knew puberty would make it nearly impossible to simply slip into her Black Widow Suit. As her breasts and ass grew, she was proven correctly so she went about finding the best underwear to use to prevent chafing. She found a string bikini to be the best choice as it provided sufficient coverage and protection while also leaving onlookers wondering if she was naked beneath or wearing very small underwear.

Her captor knows that answer now and Natasha had no intention of letting him find out more as she began to struggle against her bonds, her mind secretly impressed with the durability of the restraints. Decades of training and experience naturally left Natasha with the impression that she was in a basement disguised as a living room, but she noticed the so-called windows were far too pixilated to be real.

It was a nice attempt really, an excellent form of psychological warfare but Natasha had seen it all before and she was not impressed.

Instead, her eyes focused on the distinct sound of the nearby door opening as she attempted to free herself before whoever was on the other side found her awake.

Struggling against her bonds Natasha’s first impression of her captor once he entered was “shorter than I thought he would be.”

Indeed, she had figured the Collector to be a large man given how he was able to install the various traps under the cover of darkness. Instead, he was an average looking man garbed in a brown leather mask that had gone red with blood, the creases in the leather work forming what Natasha could only describe as webs.

Fitting for a man who lures his victims into his little web of traps but that doesn’t mean Natasha had to approve of his appearance. If anything, she was quite upset as she attempted to lunge at the man only to fail and realize something peculiar- her body was getting warmer.

It wasn’t because of the heater of course as Natasha noted the cool air brush against her bare skin. No, she felt herself grow hotter from the inside as she began to sweat, her body becoming uncomfortable the closer the man became. Her body reacting in a way that made it clear she had been **** somehow and yet she could not figure out how or what it was until she tasted the rag in her mouth again.

“Good evening, Miss Romanov.” The man said, his voice lacking any attempt to sound intimidating or deep. Instead, it was rather plain and optimistic in Natasha’s opinion as he stopped just out of reach of her legs.

‘Cautious.’ Natasha thought to herself, her trained eye noting he lacked any weapons beneath the long green coat he had draped over his body. The length made it impossible for Natasha to know what he was wearing underneath, but she knew it was light as the Collector was quiet as a mouse. It had to be to get the drop on her and that was the worrying part in the eyes of the seasoned spy. No one has gotten the drop on her in years and yet here stands someone deadlier than even the Black Widow.

“Getting hot, are we?” the man asked, a smile forming beneath his leather mask as Natasha attempted to remain calm beneath his gaze.

Amused the man began to monologue, confident that he had her secured just like all those other crime lords and Master Spies who managed to “capture” the great Black Widow.

“Don’t bother trying to escape Nat do you mind if I call you Nat?” He asked to try to get a rise out of her.

Keeping calm Natasha simply focused on trying to break her bonds while doing her best to ignore the heat building in her body.

“Those are special restraints- five times as durable as steel but lightweight.” The man explained “As for that heat well those are actually your hormones reacting to the chemicals, I soaked your mouth with.”

If she was shocked Natasha didn’t show it physically, but you could tell it affected her by how she breathed, the way her heartbeat thumped against her chest. She was worried enough to struggle harder but not enough to feel like her life was in danger, not yet anyways.

“It’s truly fascinating really.” He began to explain “Did you know some spiders can release pheromones that cause the opposite sex to grow wild around them? The female wants to mate with the male, but she can’t unless he wants to. Pretty amazing stuff and a lot of fun once you make it for humans.”

Realizing what she had been **** with Natasha was naturally disgusted as she let loose a torrent of insults through the gag, currently keeping her voice muffled. None of it went through but the Collector knew what she was trying to say, and it was certainly amusing.

“Let’s see if your nipples are hard enough to begin Stage Three.” He began to say, stepping forward and quickly grabbing Natasha’s breasts, brushing away her bikini top as though it was never there to begin with.

His hand moved between groping her breasts and squeezing her nipples and vice versa for several minutes. Natasha screamed in protest, her gag proving effective as she struggled against her binds and envisioned all the ways she would kill him for this.

All the while the Collector was imagining all the ways he would **** her and imagined what he would do to break her. First, he had to please her though the question was whether the Collector should start off slowly or fast. Pleasure or pain? So many decisions and yet he was confident they had time to explore every single method his sick and demented mind could conjure.

What does he have in mind?

A) Pleasure Her?

B) Whip Her Breasts?

C) Strip Her Naked?

D) Have Sex?

E) Mental ****?

F) Physical ****?

G) Other? (Ideas?)

As always feel free to add your own ideas and chapters. Enjoy and until next time.