Chapter 3
THREE
The scream that escaped from the lips of the young woman as she found herself being dragged through the hallways of what she had assumed was a normal dormitory building was loud, and it echoed around them because of how relatively narrow the passageway was. She tried to tell herself that the scream that she had allowed to escape from her mouth was more in surprise than anything else, though even she would have to admit that she was only saying that to herself because she did not want to admit that she was feeling pain at that moment, which was saying something considering the things that she had been through before.
Another scream escaped from the lips of Natasha, and as that scream escaped from her lips, she returned to the present, only for her to instantly wish that she could return to her reverie there and then. Unfortunately for her, the Black Widow understood that she could not return to that reverie, not if she wanted to study her surroundings, something the SHIELD agent needed to do to find even the smallest chance to escape from this place that she had found herself in.
Even if she told herself that her priority was to find some way with which she could escape from this place, however, those were not the thoughts that went to the forefront of the mind of the beautiful agent, because if she was being honest, at that moment, Natasha would have to admit that her thoughts were more about her appearance at that moment. She told herself that it was perfectly understandable why she would be thinking about her appearance at that moment because she was wearing nothing, and as that thought entered the forefront of her mind, the beautiful red-haired agent told herself that such extended to the fact that she does not have even a single strand of hair from the neck below.
The sound that escaped from the lips of the beautiful red-haired woman, a few moments later, was one of pain, or at least, that was what Natasha told herself, and that was because she did not want to acknowledge, even to herself, that the sound that had just escaped from her lips was one of pleasure, and that came from her remembering the bolts of pleasure that shot up from the direction of her cunt as one of the other women in this dorm building had shaved her cunt.
Another sound escaped from the lip of Natasha at that moment, and though she would not do it, at that moment, she felt that she has to be thankful to the woman who was in front of her because it was by the actions of that woman that the Black Widow was able to return to the present. It was true that the brunette in front of her had forced her to return to the present through pain – after all, that other woman was using the red-hair of Natasha as a makeshift leash after it had been arranged into a single braid – but it was also true that it was by her actions that Natasha returned to the present.
Rather than turn her attention so that she could glare at the woman in front of her, Natasha instead decided to turn her attention toward her left-hand side at the same time that she told herself that it would be useless to glare at Alice because the young brunette was not even looking at her direction. The first thing that Natasha noticed when she turned her attention toward her left-hand side would be the large window that was on the wall, and as she stared at the portal, the Black Widow told herself that she could escape from this place through that window even as she resolved herself that she would take that chance as soon as she could.
There was no way that Alice could read what was going on in the mind of Natasha at that moment, and it was for that reason that the brunette did not even turn her attention toward the direction of the red-haired agent even as Natasha tried to formulate an escape plan in her mind. She was still in the middle of thinking about the best way that she could escape when another scream escaped from her lips as she felt Alice pull hard on that single braid of hair again, which prompted the Black Widow to turn her attention toward the direction of the brunette.
If she was being honest, Natasha would have to admit that, at that moment, she would have wanted to attack the brunette, but there was something that was preventing her from getting up on her feet and attacking Alice. That, however, did not stop her from glaring at the direction of the back of the brunette, though, for some reason, at that moment, the brunette turned her attention toward the visage of the Black Widow, and the SHIELD agent could see the smile that was on the face of Alice at that moment.
That smile was the only thing that Natasha needed to see for her to know that she was amused about something, though just as Alice could not read the thoughts that were going on at the forefront of the mind of the Black Widow, there was no way that Natasha could read what was going on in the mind of the pretty brunette, and in that regard, she was not helped by the fact that Alice then quickly turned her attention away from the visage of the Black Widow.
Another scream escaped from the lips of Natasha even as the brunette who was in front of her pulled hard on the single braid of hair of the Black Widow. The red-haired agent reacted by trying to make her body as heavy as possible and so, make it harder for Alice to pull hard on her hair, but the brunette reacted to the rather pathetic attempts on the part of Natasha by simply turning her attention back toward the direction of the face of the SHIELD agent and displaying the smile that she was wearing, a smile that made Natasha blink as she realized that it would not be in her best interest to resist him, and as that thought entered the forefront of her mind, the Black Widow allowed herself to be dragged toward whatever direction it was that they are supposed to be heading.
To the Black Widow, it felt as if she had been dragged for more than ten minutes, but even she would have to acknowledge that such an illusion was probably the result of the pain that she was feeling at that moment, and it was a pain that was considerable enough that by the time that Natasha had realized what was going on, they were already crossing the threshold marked by an open door.
Natasha was quick to realize that the moment that they crossed the threshold, they had also crossed a barrier of some sort, because the moment that she did so, her ears were assaulted by the sound of more than a dozen women moaning in pleasure, and the sounds that they are producing was considerable enough that even though she wanted to deny it, she felt the beginnings of a figurative fire of pleasure in between her loins.
She turned her attention toward a completely random direction and she blinked even as she found herself staring at a relatively older woman – well, older when compared to the age of the other women in the dorm – even as she used her hands to massage both of her breasts, though even Natasha would have to admit that it was not the way that she was massaging her breasts that were causing those moans to escape from her lips, rather, the reason for the loud moans of pleasure that were coming out of the lips of the woman in question would be the ministration of the pretty raven-haired woman who was on her hands and knees in front of the said woman.
Natasha could, of course, not be sure, but for the red-haired agent, it was rather obvious that the raven-haired young woman whose face she could not see was licking the cunt of the older woman, and that, in turn, prompted Natasha to turn her attention toward the direction of the face of the other woman. She had to study the features of the older woman for close to five seconds before she found herself blinking as she realized that she recognized the older woman as a professor whose recent activities had caused SHIELD to flag her, after all, she had been observed entering this particular dorm building every day since it has been confirmed that the scepter is here.
It was rather obvious that she is under the influence of the scepter, and as Natasha stared at the naked figure of the professor, she would have to admit that she could understand why the man who had made himself king with the help of a power that not even SHIELD itself could fully understand had taken an interest in the older woman.
Any further musings on the part of Natasha in regards to the professor were interrupted, a few moments later, as a particularly loud moan coming from the other side of the room made her turn her gaze toward that direction. The Black Widow was easily able to recognize Melissa and her black hair, just as she was easily able to label the expression on the face of the veterinary student as one of pleasure, but then again, even the SHIELD agent would have to admit that the expression on her face was understandable given what she was doing at that moment, because Melissa was on her hands and knees, and behind her, there was another dark-haired woman.
Melissa and her partner had the cheeks of her ass facing toward each other, and she could not help but blink as she realized that she and her partner were connected through two rather thick cylindrical objects, and it took Natasha just another second or two to realize that those objects are double-ended dildos that were buried in their cunt and asshole. By the time that she had realized that it was already impossible for her to be sure just how long the fake cocks are, but she was willing to lay down odds that most of the length of the plastic phallus had already disappeared inside their holes.
A surprised moan escaped from the lips of Natasha, a few moments later, even as she suddenly felt the pain coming from the direction of the top of her scalp, but if she was being honest, the Black Widow would have to admit that she did not need to turn her attention toward the direction of where the pain was coming from for her to know what was causing the same, after all, it was rather obvious that the reason for the pain was Alice had resumed pulling on her hair.
Even if it was true that she did not need to turn her attention toward the direction of the back of Alice for her to know what the brunette was doing that was causing her pain, she still turned her attention toward the direction in question, if only to see where it was that they are heading. Of course, by the time that she turned her attention toward that direction, she found herself regretting the decision that she had made as the first thing that the Black Widow noticed when she turned her attention toward that direction would be the man who was seated on the makeshift throne.
The sight of Kevin – who was wearing nothing from the hips below and that meant that his half-erect cock was visible for those who are inside the room – had elicited two responses from Natasha, and even at that moment, she could not help but note that those two reactions were on the opposite end of the spectrum as those two emotions were the involuntary response of anger and pleasure.
When Natasha fixed her gaze upon the visage of the man who was holding the scepter, she felt her anger increase at the same time that she found herself imagining throttling the man, and yet, at almost the same time those thoughts entered the forefront of her mind, the Black Widow felt that figurative flames that were burning in between her loins increase in temperature yet again and she soon found herself imagining what it would be like to sit on his lap and to be bouncing on his cock.
Indeed, Natasha could not help but let out a moan at that moment, and even she would have to admit that there was no way that she could have denied that the moan that escaped from her lips was one of pleasure. Indeed, it would appear that the same was true for the man who was seated on the throne, because in response to the sound that escaped from the lips of the Black Widow, he turned his full attention toward her, and in less than a moment, she could see the smile on his lips widening.
She could also see him parting his lips, an action that made it rather obvious that he was about to say something, though Natasha cut him off before he could push the sounds out of his mouth, “You…,” she began, but the demand for him to let her go that should have escaped from her lips there and then did not make it out.
It was not by any action on the part of the man who was seated on the throne – because even if it was true that Natasha cut him off, he just remained seated on his throne and allowed the smile that he was wearing on his face to widen – that prevented Natasha from saying anything, rather, it was because before she could continue to speak, Alice apparently took offense at the fact that the Black Widow was addressing their Master and pulled hard on that fistful of the hair of Natasha that she was holding.
The way that Alice pulled hard on the hair of Natasha at that moment made it clear to the Black Widow that the brunette has no intention of forcing the Black Widow to move from the position that she was now in, rather, the only reason that he pulled the red hair of Natasha was to cause the SIELD agent pain, and that was an objective that Alice was easily able to accomplish because not only had her actions caused Natasha to let out a hiss of surprise and pain, it had also caused her to pause and because that was the case, the words that were supposed to come out of the mouth of Natasha did not make it out.
“Welcome,” the voice of the man who was seated on the throne caused Natasha to turn her attention toward that direction, but even before she had turned her attention toward the direction of the man who had spoken, the Black Widow was sure that there was a smile on his face. She took no comfort in the fact that her suspicions were proven correct when she was able to fix her gaze toward the direction of the face of the man, and that smile that he was wearing faltered only slightly when, a few moments later, he parted his lips so that he could add, “to our little celebration,” and after he had said that, he inclined his head toward his side.
That action prompted Natasha to turn her gaze toward the direction indicated, and she would have to admit that she was rather surprised with what she saw the moment that she fixed her gaze in that direction. That was because when she turned her attention toward the indicated spot, the first person that she saw was Ava, though unlike the other women in the room, the young, petite, blond was wearing clothes.
Granted, those clothes are rather inadequate as they covered neither the breasts nor the cunt of the young blond, but they did cover her midsection, albeit in such a way that made her breasts appear larger, and because of Ava was petite enough, to begin with, that made her breasts appear even larger. Those clothes that she was wearing would have also made any man turn their attention toward the direction of her breasts or her cunt, and Natasha was certain that was the case given that she found herself turning her attention toward the direction in question herself, and she is not even a man.
The fact that her breasts and cunt were uncovered at that moment meant that Natasha was able to note the clamps that were biting the nipples capping the breasts of the younger woman, but though she winced even as she imagined what it would feel like if she were in the place of Ava at that moment, the smile that was on the face of the younger woman made it obvious to the Black Widow that she was enjoying displaying herself, and with a start, the SHIELD agent told herself that she should not have been surprised that was the case, after all, it was obvious that Ava was aware of the effect that she was having upon her Master, with the man who was seated on the throne turning his attention toward the direction of the beautiful blonde, a few moments later.
He was still staring in the direction of Ava when the relative silence – there can be no absolute silence inside the room because of the sounds that were coming out of the lips of the other women who are in the room with them – was broken by the man who was seated on the throne, and though he kept his gaze focused upon the direction of Ava when he spoke, it was clear to Natasha that the words that escaped from his mouth, a few moments later, were intended for her, “What do you think?” he asked.
Natasha knew that she had an excuse not to answer the question because he was not even looking at her when she asked the same, but, it would appear that she understood that she was going to use that excuse because even as she focused her gaze toward the direction of the only man in the room, he slowly and deliberately turned his attention toward her direction. A voice coming from behind the head of Natasha screamed at her to turn her attention away from the man, but even if that was the case, the Black Widow found herself unable to move her neck, and soon enough, she found herself staring at the eyes of the man who was seated on the throne.
“Ava here had broken things off with her boyfriend,” he said, “and that is something that deserves a celebration, hence, the reason why she is dressed up right now.”
Natasha could not help but blink even as she told herself that there was no way that she would have labeled the appearance of Ava at that moment as ‘dressed-up’, but it was also evident that even if it was true that the man who was seated on the throne had asked her the question, it was also true that he did not appear to be interested in hearing her answer to the question, as less than five seconds after he had asked the question, the only man in the room returned his attention toward the direction of Ava, though he did so in such a way that Natasha could still see the wide smile that appeared on his face as he fixed his gaze upon the beautiful blond.
“Congratulations on attaining your freedom, Ava,” he said, and those words prompted Natasha to remark to herself that those words are inappropriate, after all, she would never label the situation that they are now in as ‘freedom’, but it would appear that he understood that, because even as the smile that was on his face widened, even more, he then added, “and welcome to your new life as mine.”
Natasha could not help but turn her gaze toward the direction of the face of the young blond in response to that. If she was being honest, the red-haired SHIELD agent would have to admit that she was hoping that the young blond would rebuke the only man in the room, yet even as she turned her attention toward that direction, she would have to admit that she was already expecting to be disappointed as there was no way that Ava would not react positively to the words that had escaped from the lips of the man who had enslaved her.
Even if that was the case, however, the red-haired SHIELD agent could not help but place a defeated expression on her face when she saw just how wide the smile that appeared on the face of Ava was, and as if that was not enough, a few moments later, the beautiful petite blond parted her lips before she then said, “Thank you, Master, for making me your own,” and from the tone that she had used, she had made it clear that she meant every word that had escaped from her mouth at that moment.
He did not reply to the words that he had uttered, but judging from the expression on the face of Ava, it was rather clear that she was not expecting an answer. Indeed, Natasha realized that even the petite blond was expecting the next course of action that the man on the throne had taken, which was to turn her gaze toward the direction of the Black Widow so that, a few moments later, Natasha realized that she was staring directly at the green eyes of the man in front of her.
“I know that it may sound strange to you now, but one day, you would be as thankful as Ava is now that I have taken you as one of my slaves,” he said in a serious tone. The tone that he had used when he spoke was the only indication that Natasha needed to tell herself that he truly believed that he would be able to break her, and that, in turn, prompted the red-haired agent to tell herself that such a case would never happen, indeed, she was just about to say that aloud when she found herself cut-off as the man seated on the throne then added, “After all, Ava was just as reluctant as you are now when she first came here.”
After those words had escaped from his lips, Natasha watched as he turned his attention toward the direction of the young blond, and though she was certain that the reason that he had turned his attention toward Ava was so that Natasha would be compelled to follow suit, the Black Widow did not even bother to stop herself from turning her gaze toward the blond. The reason why he wanted her to look at the expression on the face of Ava was made clear the moment that the SHIELD agent had turned her attention toward the visage of the other woman.
That was because Natasha needed only a moment or two to recognize the embarrassed expression on the face of the younger woman, and the Black Widow did not even need to ask Ava where the embarrassed expression was coming from as it was obvious that she was thinking about the resistance and defiance that she had displayed to her Master before he had broken her, and Natasha realized that it was the same defiance that she was displaying at that moment when Ava then turned her attention toward the direction of the agent.
No words may have escaped from the lips of Ava when she turned her gaze toward the Black Widow, but the expression – which Natasha would have labeled as a pitying one – on her face was more than enough to convey what the younger woman was thinking. Indeed, Natasha understood the message that the younger woman was trying to give her well enough that she could not help but say something, though just as she had parted her lips, she found herself unable to speak because the man who was on the throne demanded the attention of not only Natasha but everyone else inside the room by pointedly clearing his throat.
The Black Widow did not doubt that every woman in the room at that moment had a disappointed expression on her face when she realized that the only man in the room had focused his attention on the red-haired agent, and for a few moments, said agent could not help but be amused by the situation, because there are women inside the room at that moment who would have given everything to make him turn his attention toward them, and yet, he was keeping his attention focused upon the one woman inside the room who did not feel that way.
“For the time being,” the man seated on the throne suddenly said, forcing Natasha out of the reverie that she had not even realized she had fallen into, but before she could say anything – though she had turned her attention back toward him – he was already speaking, “we would just have to use you for other things.”
That was some sort of signal for Alice, and the brunette was quick to remind Natasha of the fact that he was still holding onto her hair by pulling hard upon the same. The scream that escaped from the lips of the Black Widow at that moment was one of surprise rather than pain, but even as she turned her attention toward the direction of the other woman, Natasha realized that she was, once more, not in control of her body, with her consciousness turned to a simple passenger even as she felt herself get down on her hands and knees.
By the time that she realized what was happening, she was already crawling behind Alice toward the direction of a table that seemingly appeared out of nowhere. The fact that she was not in control was made even more poignant, a few moments later, when she felt her body climb up on the table without being told, and though she did her best to regain control of her body, with her unsure of how she was being controlled – aside, of course, from the fact that it would have something to do with the scepter that she had been sent to retrieve – Natasha would have to admit that she was not sure how she should even begin to fight, and while she was thinking about that, she could feel herself lying down with her back against the table.
Less than a moment later, she found herself staring at the ceiling, but if she was expecting that she would now be back in control, then she would be disappointed, even as she felt her arms extending themselves above her head before moving to the side, an action that was anticipated by the other women in the room because two of them were soon fastening restraints around her wrists to prevent her from moving her arms.
The story was the same with her legs, and soon enough, she could feel them spreading themselves, and though they are moving in the same way that her arms had moved earlier, Natasha felt more panic with this movement because she had positioned herself in such a way that her cunt was practically at the edge of the table. That meant that when she moved her legs to the side – and they were now being restrained by two other women – that meant that anyone would have easy access to her most intimate of parts, and she could not help but flinch – or at least, she would have had she been in control of her body – as she told herself that was the point of making her move into this position that she was in now.
A surprised expression appeared on the face of Natasha as she realized that she had turned her attention toward the direction of the throne, and she blinked when she realized that it was now empty. She tried to turn her attention toward the direction of where she assumed the only man in the room would be, but though she caught a glimpse of him as he walked forward, she realized that she was unable to follow him with her gaze, even if it was true that she already knew where he would be heading, a few moments later.
In her quest to find some sort of silver-lining, the red-haired SHIELD agent told herself that being able to move her head was something that she should label as a positive, and the first thing that she did was to place a frown on her pretty face which she then turned toward the direction in front of her. She would have to admit that she felt some sort of pleasure when she realized that she was able to turn her gaze toward that direction at the same time that the only man in the room had positioned himself there, but there was no change in the expression on the face of the man, which told her that he expected her to do what she had done.
A moan escaped from the lips of Natasha, a few moments later, as she felt the tip of his cock against the slit in between the lips of her womanhood, and though she did not want to admit it, the Black Widow knew that the sound that escaped from her mouth at that moment was one of pleasure. She shook her head in an attempt to deny that – even if only to herself – but in reaction to her attempts, she felt him increase the pace with which he was sliding the tip of his cock up and down the slit of her womanhood.
“Ah!” a rather loud moan of pleasure escaped from the lips of Natasha, a few moments later, even as she felt the tip of his cock brush against the tiny knob of pleasure that is her clit, and he rather liked the sound that she made at that moment because he was soon playing with her clit using the tip of his cock. Another surprised expression appeared on the face of the Black Widow, a few moments later, when he removed his cock from that position, but before even a relieved expression could appear on the face of the Black Widow, she let out another moan even as he felt the pressure on her clit and bolts of pleasure shoot up her spine to the forefront of her brain.
The next sound that escaped from the lips of Natasha, a few moments later, was one of pain as she felt him squeeze her knob of pleasure using the pad of his thumb and index finger, and because she had her attention focused upon his direction at that moment, she was able to see the expression of amusement on his face in reaction to the sound that escaped from her mouth. She was rather surprised, however, when he suddenly removed his finger from her clit, a few moments later, and she could not help but place that surprised expression on her face even as he took a single step away from her.
Natasha knew better than to place a relieved expression on her face at that moment and her decision not to place that expression was proven correct, a few moments later, when she watched him turn his attention toward the direction of Ava before he then said, “You know what you are supposed to do, don’t you?”
Ava did not verbally reply to the words that had escaped from the lips of her Master, but if she was being honest, Natasha would have to admit that there was no need for her to say anything, because the Black Widow was still looking in that direction, and she was able to see the beautiful blond nod before she then turned her gaze toward the direction of the beautiful red-haired woman on the table. The expression on the face of Ava at that moment made him blink but before Natasha could say anything, the petite blond was already marching toward her, and from the smile on her face, it was clear that she was going to do everything that she could to enjoy the reward that she was given and to make Natasha suffer as much as possible.
With her attention focused toward the direction of Ava at that moment, she was unable to see Alice approaching her from the side until the moment that the beautiful brunette was standing beside the edge of the side of the table. That, in turn, caused the restrained agent to turn her attention toward that direction, just in time for her to see the smirk on the face of the brunette.
“Have you ever been a cake before, cunt?” the brunette asked, and the way that she said that somehow reminded Natasha of the fact that this pretty brunette is the favorite of the Master. Of course, she was quick to realize that it was the way that she spoke at that moment that reminded her of that because it was using a haughty tone.
It was obvious that she was not interested in the answer that Natasha would have given her because Alice simply turned her attention away from the visage of the restrained agent. She did not, however, place distance between them and because that was the case, Natasha was able to watch as the pretty brunette reached into the interior of the paper bag that she was carrying.
Natasha would have to admit to feeling some curiosity as to what was in the bag the moment that she saw it, but then she did not have to wonder for too long what was inside because Alice was soon retrieving the contents of the same, and the eyes of the restrained agent widened in confusion when she saw the candle. That expression of confusion written on the face of Natasha, however, did not last for long, as within a moment or two, she realized that what she was about to do would be related to the question that she had asked earlier.
The Black Widow parted her lips at that moment, but rather than ask Alice what it was that she was about to do, the reason that she parted her lips was so that she could beg him not to continue with what it was that she was threatening to do. Before Natasha could push those words out of her mouth, however, she let out a panicked moan even as she felt the bottom of the candle that Alice was carrying against the side of her breast.
She would be the first to admit that she was not sure how the candle could stay in place when there does not appear to be any adhesive on the bottom of the same. That curiosity that she was feeling, however, fled from the forefront of her mind when she realized that Alice was not going to be satisfied with just one candle, after all, it was the fact that she was now placing another candle on her body that proved that was the case.
“It would not be that much of a celebratory cake if it would only have two candles now, wouldn’t it?” the only man in the room asked. It may be that he had intended for Natasha to turn her attention toward his direction when those words had escaped from his lips, but even if that was the case, she refused to turn her gaze, keeping her attention focused instead toward the direction of Alice even as the brunette placed another candle, though this time, the brunette placed the base of the candle in the valley in between the breasts of Natasha.
The brunette produced another candle – this one smaller – which she then placed on the nipples capping the left breast of Natasha, and even as a protesting sound escaped from the lips of the Black Widow, the brunette then placed another candle on the body of Natasha, with this one soon resting against the right breast of Natasha.
Natasha was forced to turn her attention toward the direction of Alice, a few moments later, when she caught sight of the pretty brunette lighting a match, and as soon as she was able to confirm that was indeed what had happened, the eyes of the Black Widow widened. It was obvious what the reason for the candle would be, but before Natasha could say anything, Alice had already lit one of the candles.
Even though it was Alice who was holding onto the match, Natasha turned her attention toward the direction of the only man inside the room as she knew that he is the one who could tell Alice not to continue with her plans. Of course, when she turned her attention toward that direction and she saw the expression that was on the face of the man, she realized that no matter what she would have said at that moment, she would not be able to convince him to stop, indeed, a few moments later, she could not help but let another sound of pleasure to escape from her lips as she felt the tip of his cock against the slit in between the lips of her womanhood yet again.
The sound of pleasure was followed, a few moments later, by a moan of pain as the first molten wax from the smaller candles resting on her breasts began to spill, and though there was a part of Natasha that tried to assure her that the wax would unlikely deal permanent damage, there was no denying the discomfort that she was feeling even as the melted wax started to turn solid against her skin.
“You look more like a celebratory cake now, cunt,” the voice tore Natasha out of the reverie that she had not even realized she had fallen into, but though it was his voice that made her return to the present, she told herself that it was the action that he had taken, a few moments later, that made her return to the present, after all, at that moment, he slapped her shaved cunt, causing a scream of pain to escape from the lips of the restrained agent.
She would have protested the actions that he had done, but before she could do so, he delivered another slap on the same part of her body, and though she told herself that she was more prepared this time, it did not stop the scream that escaped from her lips, a few moments later. An expression of anger and hatred – and pleasure as well, though again, Natasha tried to ignore that – appeared on her face even as she fixed her gaze toward his direction, but in response to the expressions that she was displaying on her visage, the man in front of her simply smiled at her.
“Remember when I told you this morning that you should return the orgasm that Ava had given you?” he suddenly asked, but that was a rhetorical question because he did not even wait for her to answer the question before he then said, “you are going to return that favor now.”
After those words had escaped from his mouth, he turned his attention slightly to the side, and again, it was an action on his part that was intended to make Natasha follow suit. Even though she was aware of that, she again turned her attention toward the direction indicated, and once more, she found herself staring at the direction of the young, petite blond who is the only woman in the room who was wearing clothes – aside, of course, from the collars.
By the time that Natasha had turned her attention toward the direction of Ava, the beautiful blond was already moving toward her direction, and it was not as if the Black Widow had to ask the younger woman where her destination would be. Of course, even if Natasha already knew that Ava would be climbing up the table so that she could move her cunt as close as possible to the face of the Black Widow, the restrained agent still let out a protesting moan, a few moments later, when it became clear to her what the objective of Ava was.
It would appear, however, that their Master was not done speaking because Ava did not want to go right into muffling the mouth of Natasha with her snatch, instead, she stopped when just half a dozen inches was separating her most intimate of parts from the mouth of Natasha, causing another confused expression to appear on her face. Natasha had not even begun to wonder why Ava had stopped when she was answered, though it was in verbal form, and it was not the young blond who was poised to force the Black Widow to eat her quim who had spoken.
“Your task for today would be a rather simple one,” he suddenly said, and at the same time that he spoke, he moved the tip of his cock toward the entrance to her most intimate of parts. Indeed, Natasha could not help but hiss yet again as she felt the tip of his cock against the entrance to her most intimate of parts, but even though it was true that she would have said something in protest, she did not get the chance to do so because soon enough, he was speaking again, “you need to make Ava cum with your mouth before I hose your cunt with my seed.”
The eyes of Natasha widened at that moment as she realized that he was about to force his cock into her cunt, and she was prepared to protest that. Of course, when she parted her lips, a few moments later, the only sound that escaped from her mouth would be a scream of pain and protest even as she felt the walls of her womanhood expanding to accommodate the invading cock of the man who was holding the scepter that she had been sent to retrieve.
Natasha would have continued screaming even as he continued to push his cock deeper into her most intimate of parts, and indeed, for a few moments, that was what she did, but then she found the sounds that she was making cut-off, even as Ava finally eliminated the distance between the face of the restrained agent and her cunt, and the next thing that Natasha knew, she was forced to taste the pre-cum of the younger woman even as the blond passively forced Natasha to begin licking the slit in between the lips of her flower.