Widow Remade...

"I remade you." I answer flatly making no move to intervene as the scene unfolds.

"Nat, I'm sorry." Agent Hill whispers, her lips trembling as she grips her friend's hair. Leaning forward, Maria kisses the Avenger hungrily, long and deep. Hill's lips taste like honey as they press against Black Widow's. Her tongue snakes over her lips before slipping into Natasha eagerly, desperately dancing within the other woman's mouth.

I smile hungrily, watching the ordeal with perverse pleasure. The gun slides down lower, moving between Black Widow's legs. The barrel feels cold, yet strangely enticing as it rubs over the lips of her tender pussy.

Natasha melts into Agent Hill's kiss, powerless to resist. Her sweet lips kiss her back hungrily, forgetting the predicament they're both in as their tongues dance over one another.

Feeling the pistol sliding over her pussy, Widow moans into Hill's mouth. She knows it’s loaded, but in her current state of mind, Natasha is just glad to have something against her dripping pussy. The kiss lingers for what seems like eternity as the two lovely agents lock their naked bodies and writhe against each other.

Reaching up, I unlatch Black Widow's restraints. Taking her wrist in my grasp, my hand moves her arm down, wrapping her fingers around the pistol as it rubs along her slit. Natasha's fingers feel the trigger, so comfortable in her hand as I let go.

"The choice is yours, Agent Romanov. Shoot me and be free... or give me back the weapon so we may continue."