First Contact Post-Blip

Written in collaboration with Cross C

Natasha Romanoff had zero qualms about serving Mark Williams. In fact, it was the only thing that mattered to her now. She had spent five long years under his control, constantly yearning for his approval and validation.

She had never received it.

Sex had happened occasionally. Incredible, soul-crushingly deep-dick sex. Rough, aggressive, vengeful sex. Sex that made her feel dirty afterwards because she felt so much love for him during it, but knew he felt nothing for her but disdain.

All because she'd failed to kill him with her assassin's bullet, hitting the most wonderful, the BEST, the kindest, the most compassionate and all together worthy woman instead. Nakia.

Mark had many wives and concubines, adding the baby-mamas to the mix, the number was in the thousands. But the love story between him and his Nakia was the stuff of legends, star-crossed lovers from opposite sides of the planet who found each other in the end.

There were wildly popular Markandan movies about this love story. Natasha had watched a few of those movies, although she never understood the obsession with romance and love. To her, relationships were nothing more than a means to an end, a way to manipulate and control. But seeing the way Mark looked at Nakia, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy.

But none of that didn't matter now. She had a new mission, a new Mark to serve. And after so many years of desiring a man who cared little for you… the way this new Mark seemed to give her even the slightest praise and ogling was making her heart thump harder than it should for being a master spy. She’d long accepted her place on the food chain, but now she had a chance to prove herself to this multiversal Mark and maybe earn some affection again. It was too tantalising a proposition to do a bad job.

So she stood posted at the locked front door, having already quickly scoured the apartment ensuring it was secure enough right after subduing the people in it.

No one had been wounded when she'd swiftly invaded through the open window, the bulky man with the gun having apparently put a hole in his own apartment in order to further intimidate the frightened couple. She'd hit him with her Bite as she was coming up out of her initial roll into the room, the electroshock instantly pacifying him. She'd traded on her counterpart's fame to persuade the couple as they clearly recognized her with relief clear on their faces though both were clearly distracted by her cleavage.

Natasha convinced the James', Jill and Liam, to sit on the couch as she snatched up the discarded gun and looked around the place. Her reputation as an Avenger in this universe was enough that they accepted her glib explanation when America flew Mark and Felicia into the apartment.

Now all three were on their knees on the carpet before Mark as he lounged upon the couch, flanked by America and Felicia like the decorative ****-girls they were.

It was a scene she'd seen plenty of times in her years of servitude to the other Mark. Though it usually took place in the ornate Markandan throne room or the site of a recent battle rather than a cramped and cluttered living room of a one bedroom apartment.

Still her Mark was doing a decent job of maintaining a regal air, his body relaxed but his eyes sharp and calculating. She knew it was an act. This Mark, her Mark, had only begun exerting his control mere weeks before. He was a novice, untried and untested, but the potential was there. She knew exactly how formidable a man he could become and… this time she would be by his side from day one.

The trio looked up at him now with adoration and submission. He'd laid hands on each of them for twenty seconds. That amount of time was rough to enlay a lot of commands. Enough to completely convert a person to Mark's cause. The effects of those commands was clear. Both men's pants were tented with erections and she had little doubt that Jill's vagina was wet and her nipples were in a similar state.

“Ah, minions~ It’s good to have minions again.” Mark hummed happily while kicking back on the sofa, “Now you all look hot under the hoods, but we’re not going straight into the sexy stuff just yet.” The three in front of him looked slightly harmed by that info, but erections didn’t cease for a moment. “First: Food. Someone either make or order some grub right now. Even the worst version of New York should have a takeaway pizza.”

Fatty who had the gun was up first, weirdly. Rushing off to go order his new masters as much food as the tiny apartment could hold. Not even looking at Natasha on his way past to grab his phone and type in the orders.

“Alright, next: A computer. One of you two go give my Black Widow over there access to the internet, and any extra gizmos this universe needs to access them.” Liam jumped up to do that, quickly guiding the redhead into his room for where his mediocre setup was. Leaving only Jill remaining. “Hm. Did you not volunteer in hope that I’d make you suck me off or something?”

Natasha let the thin and scrawny fellow boot up his computer even as she drifted back to the doorway between the bedroom and living room to keep an eye on her master and the fount of information that was Jill James.

The mousy brunette was flustered, and caught in her own plan, “I-Uh, um, well-”

“Well, you were right.” He smirked, unzipping himself to present the fabled dick that they’d all heard about from their mind takeovers. “Come over here and play to your heart’s content. But I need info from you so no sucking just yet.” A sound of audible jealousy could be heard from the men who were too busy helping to go do what they wanted to: jerk off.

“Of course!” Jill eagerly rushed over on her knees to press her face against Mark’s dick. It was warm and heavy, with such a powerful musk that seeped its way into her already malleable brain. “Mmm… what would you like to know?”

Mark played with his food a little first, letting Jill mark herself with Mark’s william before finally speaking, “What do you think? The whole city is in chaos. The fuck happened?”

Jill shifted nervously even as she continued to goggle at Mark’s penis as if she’d never seen any man even close to his size, her hands stroking it gingerly "Um, well... there was this Alien named Thanos. He had these, uh, Infinity Stones, I guess they're called. And he used them to snap his fingers and... well, a lot of people disappeared. My husband and I were among them."

Natasha knew exactly what had happened, recalling her own universe’s encounter with the Mad Titan’s obsession with ****, the Goddess. She had not been culled but she had seen her poor sad Yelena turned to dust in mid spar right before her eyes. It had been a cosmic encounter, she had not been present for the battle that saw many of the universe’s most powerful entities get involved and yet still find defeat. It had been Thanos’ own hubris that contributed to his downfall. His daughter Nebula, held in some awful stasis-****, was in the right spot to steal the gauntlet and begin her own father’s toppling.

"And what happened after that?" asked Mark even as the thin and barely curved woman awkwardly kissed at the sides of his cock.

Jill shrugged helplessly. "I don't know. It was like no time had passed for us, but when we came back...it was like the world had moved on without us. The news was talking about how half the world's population had vanished five years ago, but now we were back. I still don't understand it all."

Natasha was about to speak up when Chavez blurted suddenly, “Ohshit! This is a Thanos Infinity Gauntlet Snap! What? Five years- pssh-! It took five YEARS for these bozos to reverse it!? That shit takes a day-a WEEK tops, in most universes. What a bunch of cabróns."

Begrudgingly, Black Widow felt a bit of agreement with the interdimensional heroine. Either the Avengers of this universe were significantly weaker than hers, or the Thanos was much stronger.

“So that man that was threatening you…?” Felicia asked with a leading tone.

“He was living here in our… absence…” The more she talked the more upset she was becoming, seemingly using Mark’s dick as a therapy tool to nuzzle with. “H-he got mad that we wouldn't leave our apartment…”

There was a grumble from the kitchen, apparently the new owner who was ordering them pizza was eavesdropping and had some opinions of his own.

“I guess court is now in session,” Mark smirked, “Oi, get over here and fill us in on the other 5 years.”

Both men started scrambling back over to the erotica. One because he was ordered to, and the other handed Natasha a piece of paper on his way through. On it was multiple hasty scribbles; passwords, bank details, social securities, mother’s maiden names… it was all here. Happy to throw both their lives away for their new master.

The two stood at attention, with the larger gentleman talking about the five years that had gone. Topics such as the rise of wild animals, the lack of doctors or recovery staff, the bandits that had taken over Denmark, food and water shortages, a huge cleanup effort to recover anyone they could from abandoned/destroyed ferries or aircraft, the bank needing to declare so many people dead whilst getting raided by thieves on a daily basis, babies being rescued from disappeared homes, more villains and mobsters filling in power vacuums, the sheer grief that so many felt from their loved ones missing… and then he spoke of his own story. He’d been on holiday in Thailand with his wife, and had spent the majority of his money to get home… only to find a helicopter in his apartment. With nothing left he’d moved in here, but now needed money to go hunt for his wife again. Of course now he wanted her back to show her how big Mark’s dick was, but that was beside the point.

It was a pretty heavy topic for him. One Mark almost sympathised with, “Damn, I guess having a few billion people disappear will fuck things up.” He said, casually pressing Jill into his bulging nutsack, “And now you’re all back?”

“Yes, sir. The news told us that the Avengers used the Infinity Stones to return those that were lost across the galaxy.” Said Liam, clearly a little too excited his wife was sniffing Mark’s balls, “It was wonderful, but now there’s so much that needs fixing… but without Tony Stark or Steve Rogers we’re having to bear a lot of the brunt of it ourselves.”

Natasha stepped forwards before kneeling obediently towards Mark, “Master, I know you’ve already decided to stay, but if this universe really is recovering from such a loss then this is the perfect place to spread your influence in the confusion.” She spoke with a serious tone that showed she already had a plan forming, “If Iron Man and Captain America are their strongest forces and now dead then you should have a far easier time taking this world than any other. I’ll now go hack into the SHIELD mainframe to find out what threats we do have left on this world.”

“Hehehe~ Sounds good.” Mark smirked, letting Nat hurry off to the computer room alone, ignoring America’s huffy attitude. “Now we can get down to the real questions. Who’s the hottest babe of this world’s Avengers?”

“Wanda Maximof.” “Black Widow.” “Wasp.” The three answered separately. Liam fairly surprised that his wife had answered with the smallest Avenger, not knowing about her secret size-play kink.