The of Agent Hill...

Looking down inside, Natasha sees a horrifying sight. Dozens of girls are strapped and bound, hanging naked as robotic machines pump metallic cocks into them.

In the center of the warehouse, Widow can see Agent Hill, bent over in a stockade, her uniform ripped open, her tits dangling as she is fucked from behind, **** by a group of men cheering and egging each other on.

Natasha's eyes go wide as she views the horror before her. Briefly frozen in shock, she shakes herself out of her stupor. Protocol warrants calling it in, but Natasha doesn't want to leave her friend to suffer any longer than she already has. She creeps along the edge of the skylight.

Opening the window, Black Widow hears the sounds of the women's moans grow even louder. What she assumed were cries of pain and terror actually seem to be cries of pleasure and lust. The sounds fill her ears. Even from here, Natasha can hear Agent Hill getting pounded, her body nailed over and over.

Quickly, she drops down effortlessly without a sound. A shiver of both fear and unwanted excitement runs through Widow's body at the loud cries of pleasure that echo around her. Silently, Natasha makes her way over to the nearest girl, cutting the restraints that bind her. "Don’t worry I’m getting you out of here.” She whispers quietly.