Natasha finds relief

The water glided gently down Natasha's skin. It was cooler than most people liked it, barely lukewarm and certainly not enough to heat her naked body. But Natasha preferred it this way. She more vividly felt the droplets dance across her skin, and if she strayed too far from the cleansing rivulets a gentle chill would embrace her.

These comforts provided by the shower were welcome given the stress of her current situation. Natasha did not fear for herself. The Allied lieutenant seemed merciful in victory, and even if that wasn't the case, the trained soldier could endure any imprisonment. But if they figured out why she had raided the Future Tech HQ... There was nothing she could do about it now. Her best course of action would be to forget about it and hope her actions would get buried by the victory celebrations and redrawing of maps.

She focused on the water, letting it erode her worry, lest she get aggravated and make the situation worse. Her hands slowly slid across her body in that soothing way she'd honed while training to be the Union's best sniper. Those days were long, and the meager breaks for meals or sleep focused soley on maximizing her physical strength and health with comfort as an after thought, but she'd learned to steal a few moments for her own pleasure. Her hands began massaging their way over her wet body.

The Russian commando sighed to herself as she squeezed pleasure from her muscles. She'd seen the cameras around her quarters. Perhaps the soldiers of the Allied Nations were watching her now, but they couldn't see her quivering breaths or racing heart. All they'd see would be the site of their captive sensually washing herself. She'd let that image penetrate their minds like a bullet from her sniper rifle, let them writhe as they wondered just how much pleasure she was giving herself.

Natasha turned off the drizzling water and felt the comparatively cold air curl around her like a thousand tongues. Slowly, now teasing even herself, she took the bar of soup and slid it across her glistening body. She pressed especially firmly into the mound above her pussy. Her loins surged with joy at the erotic touch, but she only did it once, preferring to let the anticipation build. Natasha placed the slippery bar back on its shelf and rubbed its slick residue into her skin. White streaks and delicate bubbles decorated her pale body as she rubbed her erogenous zones: soothing her smooth thighs, gliding up her firm ass, then her toned tummy, and massaging her elegant neck before dipping down to fondle her own breasts and pinch her erect nipples. Once again, she payed special attention to her pubic area, and once again it was all too brief for her throbbing pussy.

But this time, her womanhood was not left entirely unattended. While Natasha rubbed shampoo into her brown hair, she subtly pressed and rubbed her legs together. Her skilled, powerful muscles milking her own sexual delight. While she combed her lathered fingers through her neat bob, Natasha sent pulses of pleasure up from her eager pussy.

She turned the water back on embracing the surge as if she plunged into a river. While she rinsed her soap covered body, the lithe commando delicately directed a stream of water to lap against her dripping slit. Any anxiety at her capture was gone. She was masturbating in the Allies' own base what could they do against the great Natasha Yebanyy Volkava. Any trouble they'd send to her she'd grab by the horn, mount, and make to serve her needs. Unless...

Natasha turned to let the shower tap her breasts with its water. Unless, the Allied dogs sent the most seditious weapon, that golden haired lieutenant whose doe eyes kept their innocence despite the horrors of war. Natasha scrubbed deep and vigorously between her thighs and on her crotch. If this Eva looked up at her and used that pink tongue of hers, the Soviet's greatest soldier would melt. Natasha panted quietly into the tumbling water. Her thighs clamped down on her hand. Her ring and pinkie finger plunged into her hungry pussy and wriggled towards her g-spot, while her index and thumb pinched her clit and gently twisted.

The climax set off a chain reaction of nerves that rippled down to her toes before dancing back up to buzz up her neck and tickle her ears. Natasha let out the softest of gasps as her delight trickled from her pussy to be lost in the steaming water.