The Scepter of Loki

FOUR

Her eyes flashed open the moment that she realized that she was not the only person inside the room, and at the same time that happened, she was fully alert, her eyes were darting from one side to the other as she tried to study her surroundings, though barely a few moments had passed before she realized that it was a useless endeavor on her part to look around because she could not see anything anyway, because the room that she was in had no lights. She closed her eyes the moment that she realized that she could not see anything anyway, and as she did so, the beautiful red-haired woman sharpened her other senses, though the only thing that she can confirm when she did that was that she was not the only person in the room.

That, however, was something that Natasha had already realized, indeed, that was the reason that she had opened her eyes at the moment that she did. The only thing that she was not certain was who was inside the room with her, and as that thought entered the forefront of her mind, the beautiful red-head could not help but flinch as she realized that there is the possibility that the person who was inside the room with her is the man who was holding the scepter, and the reason that she had flinched was that she had realized that she had no defense against the man in question, and that was true even if the room that they were in was bathed in light and she could see the man in question.

Natasha would be the first to admit that she has no idea how the scepter works and what it was capable of, and indeed, that was the reason why she had been sent to retrieve the artifact in the first place, but given the predicament that she was in at that moment, it was rather obvious that she had failed in the mission that she had been given. She flinched yet again as that thought entered the forefront of her mind, but at the same time that happened, the beautiful redhead felt something coming from the direction of her breasts.

That sensation caused a low sound to escape from the lips of the agent even as she remembered what happened the night before they had placed her in this room that she had found herself in, and as she did so, she could not help but remark to herself that the sensation that she felt at that moment was the direct result of whatever concoction it was that they had injected in her breasts the evening before. Indeed, another low moan escaped from the lips of the red-head at that moment, and though she would readily admit that she had not bothered to suppress the sound that had escaped from her lips at that moment, she still could not help but tell herself that she should not have allowed that sound to come out of her mouth

Whatever musings on the part of Natasha in regards to that, however, were interrupted, a few moments later, even as she opened her eyes so that she could return to the present. The Black Widow was not sure if it was intentional on the part of the person who was inside the room with her or if it was just coincidence, but just a second after she had opened her eyes, the room that she and her unknown companion were in was suddenly flooded by lights coming from at least two lamps that were coming from the direction of the ceiling, and though Natasha was able to note that there are at least two lamps, the intensity of the light that they are producing was enough that the red-headed agent had no choice but to close her eyes to allow them to acclimate to what had happened.

Even though it is true that Natasha is one of the best agents in SHIELD, even she would not have been able to provide an accurate number if she were to be asked how many seconds it was that she had closed her eyes, but at the same time, the red-head told herself that no one was going to ask her about that in the first place, and the first thing that she did the moment that she had opened her eyes again was to turn her attention toward the direction where her senses had told her the person who had entered the room was.

It was not the presence of Alice inside the room that surprised the red-haired woman – after all, even though she had expected that it would be the ‘Master’ who had entered the room, it was not as if she had not considered the possibility that it would be one of the women that had entered the room. What made the eyes of Natasha widen when she saw Alice was the way that the pretty brunette was decked out at that moment, and though she told herself that she should turn her attention away from the other woman, she found herself unable to.

As she had first turned her attention toward the direction of the visage of the younger woman, it was the smirk that was on the face of Alice that she had first noticed, though again, that was something that Natasha told herself she should have expected, and because that was the case, she was easily able to turn her attention away from the face of Alice, turning her gaze instead toward the direction of the torso of the young brunette.

The fact that Natasha was wearing nothing at that moment was further emphasized by the fact that Alice was wearing clothes, even though the ones that the younger brunette are wearing did nothing to hide either her breasts or her cunt, indeed, the Black Widow cannot help but think to herself that the skin-tight, leather bondage suit that Alice was wearing at that moment served only to highlight the breasts and the cunt of the other woman. Perhaps that was because the leather of the bondage suit did not cover those parts, indeed, the leather of the suit seem to push her naked breasts together, making them appear larger in the eyes of Natasha.

There was nothing special about the way that the cunt of the younger woman was exposed, and when she turned her attention toward the direction of the same, the only thing that Natasha could note for herself was how bare the mound of Alice was, with not even a single strand of hair on that part of her body, indeed, the Black Widow was certain that if Alice were to remove the suit that she was wearing, the only hair that the red-haired agent would see on her body would be on the top of her head.

Natasha was certain that was the case because they had given her the same treatment, and as that thought entered the forefront of the mind of the Black Widow, she could not help but shudder again. It would appear that Alice had realized what was going on because when the Black Widow turned her attention toward the direction of the visage of the young brunette yet again, there was a smirk there, and though no words did escape from the lips of the younger woman, it was not as if Natasha needed to hear Alice say anything for her to know that the expression of amusement on the face of the younger woman was the result of her seeing Natasha shudder.

For some reason, that caused the anger that Natasha had been barely keeping in check from erupting, and before she could even think of what she should do next, a hiss of anger escaped from the lisp of the Black Widow. It took just a second or two before she regretted having allowed those sounds to come out of her lips, after all, Alice reacted to the hiss that had escaped from her lips by widening the smirk that she was wearing, and that was the only thing that she needed to see for Natasha to realize that the anger that she was displaying was only causing one of her captors to be amused.

Even before she realized what she was doing, Natasha jumped up onto her feet, or at least, she tried to. She was reminded, however, that she could not do that when she felt the collar that was around her neck tighten against the same, though it was not the result of the power of the scepter that she had been sent to retrieve, rather, it was because the collar was tied to a post behind her, and the rope was short enough that she cannot move more than three feet away from where the other end of the rope was tied, and that was both horizontally and vertically.

As she felt the collar around her neck tighten, Natasha quickly got back on the floor, dropping down on her knees even as a voice coming from the back of her head told her that it was the worst position to be in. As she dropped onto her knees, she was able to place a glare on her visage before she turned her attention toward the direction of Alice, and that was even if she was sure that the only reaction that he is going to get from the younger woman was another smirk. As she had expected, however, Alice merely widened the smirk that she was wearing, though the agent would have to admit to feeling surprised, a few moments later, when the young brunette turned her attention away from her direction, focusing it instead toward the direction to the other side of the room.

Natasha told herself that part of the reason that Alice had turned her gaze toward that direction was that the younger woman wanted the red-haired agent to turn her attention toward that place as well, and it was for that reason that she stopped herself from turning her gaze away from Alice. Of course, when the young brunette started to walk toward the direction that she had turned her attention toward, the Black Widow realized that she had no option but to turn her gaze toward that direction as well if only to see what was waiting for Alice there.

She immediately regretted the decision to turn her gaze toward the indicated direction, however, because when she fixed her gaze upon the same, the first thing that Natasha noticed would be the collection of floggers that were arranged there, hanging from a wooden rack that was embedded into the wall of the room. It would not take a genius to understand that the reason that Alice was heading toward that collection was that she intended to pick one of those single-tailed lashes and use the same on her, and in a desperate attempt to calm herself, the Black Widow turned her thoughts inward even as she recited, as if in mantra, the fact that this would not be her first time being whipped.

Indeed, at that moment, the pretty SHIELD agent had closed her eyes without her even realizing that she had and she soon found herself thinking about the training that she had received from the Red Room back when she was younger. The trainers were not at above partaking of the bodies of their charges, and even Natasha could not recall the number of times that she had been forced to part her legs so that her trainer would not jot her down for punishment.

“Ah!” a scream escaped from the lips of Natasha at that moment, and as that sound echoed around the room that she was in, she was forced to return to the present even as she opened her eyes. Despite the loud sound that had escaped from her lips, however, the Black Widow told herself that it was not pain that caused her to scream, rather, it was the surprise that she felt as she was forced to return to the present.

Another scream escaped from the lips of Natasha, a few moments later, as Alice sent another lash hurling toward the direction of her breast – and it was only at that moment that the Black Widow realized that the brunette had aimed for her breasts – and even as pain flooded the forefront of the mind of the red-haired agent, she told herself that the scream that escaped from her lips at that moment was more in surprise than anything else.

It would appear that the sounds that had escaped from her lips had drowned out not only the sound that the flogger had made when it hit the top of the breasts of Natasha because she did not hear the sound that whip had made as it cut through the air, a few moments later. Indeed, the first time that she realized that Alice had sent another lash hurling toward her direction was when pain flooded the forefront of her mind yet again, and because she could not stop herself, another scream escaped from her lips which echoed around the room that they were in.

Once more, Natasha told herself that the scream that had escaped from her lips was more in surprise than anything else, but it would appear that Alice had realized what the red-haired agent was telling herself, because, a few moments later, the brunette then said, “The purpose of this exercise is not to make you scream in pain, cow,” she paused for a while, and it was considerably long enough that, for a brief moment, the SHIELD agent though that she would have a chance to say something.

That was the reason why Natasha parted her lips, but before the words could come out of her mouth, the beautiful brunette continued to speak, “the purpose of this exercise is to wake your breasts for your next task,” she said, and in response to those words that had escaped from the lips of her captor, the Black Widow placed a confused expression on her pretty visage. It would appear, however, that the expression that she was wearing was what Alice wanted to see, and a wide smile appeared on the face of the younger woman, a few moments later, before she then added, “Our Master wishes to have a taste of your milk, cow, and that is the reason why we placed those enzymes into your udders the night before.”

The eyes of Natasha widened at that moment, but though several choice and curse words had entered the forefront of her mind in response to the words that the brunette had uttered, not a single one of them had escaped from the lips of the beautiful red-head, and indeed, for a few moments, the Black Widow could only stare at the direction of the pretty brunette, with Alice the one who forced Natasha out of the reverie that she had not realized she had fallen into, a few moments later, when the pretty brunette delivered another lash on the top of the breasts of Natasha.

“Ah!” the scream that escaped from the lips of Natasha at that moment was loud and something that even she would label as one of pain. She had no doubt that Alice had realized that the sound that had escaped from her lips would be one of pain, but that was what Alice wanted to hear from the lips of the Black Widow in the first place, and that was undoubtedly the reason why she delivered another lash toward the general direction of the breast of Natasha, a few moments later.

At first, Natasha thought to herself that the pretty brunette had missed her target, because rather than hitting the top of her breasts, the business end of the flogger instead landed upon her left nipple, sending bolts of pain and pleasure from that part of her body that had been hit by the lash to the forefront of her brain. The notion on the part of Natasha that her captor had missed her target was shattered, a few moments later, when she delivered another low, though this time, it hit the sensitive pink piece of flesh that was capping her right breast.

Once more, pain and pleasure flooded the forefront of the mind of Natasha, though aside from the scream that escaped from her lips as a result of what had happened, there was also a hiss of pleasure that escaped from her lips. The red-haired agent did not doubt that Alice had heard the hiss of pleasure that escaped from her lips, though even if that was the case, the pretty brunette chose instead to make an issue out of the screams that were coming out of the lips of the Black Widow.

“I am sure that the Master would love to hear your screams, again and again, cow,” she said, and from the tone that she had used when those words had escaped from her lips, it was rather obvious to Natasha that there was a considerable amount of irritation – indeed, she would not have hesitated to label it as hatred – on the part of the pretty brunette that was directed toward the SHIELD agent. Even if that was the case, however, it was not as if Natasha had the time to think about the reason behind the hatred that the younger woman felt, because she was quickly forced to think about something else even as another lash landed on the top of her breast.

This time, the lash landing on her breasts resulted in far more than just pain flooding the forefront of her mind, and though it took her another few moments to realize what was happening, Natasha quickly turned her attention toward the direction of her breasts, and sure enough, aside from the crisscrossing red marks that had been left behind by the flogger on the top of her chest and the fact that her breasts looked fuller to her than they had ever been in her life, she also noted that she could feel warm liquid spilling out of the nipples capping her breasts.

She could not prevent the look of horror that appeared on her face as she realized what was happening, and the expression of glee and contempt on the face of Alice – something that Natasha was able to see, a few moments later, because she turned her attention toward that direction – did not help matters in the opinion of the Black Widow. That smirk that the younger woman was wearing did cause the red-haired agent to part her lips as if to push words out of her mouth, but the words that should have escaped from her lips were cut-off before they could leave her lips because Alice refused to allow Natasha to speak.

“It seems that you are finally ready to serve our Master,” she said before she then took a single step toward her direction. Natasha would have to admit that, at that moment, she thought that Alice would remove the rope that connected her collar with the pillar so that the younger woman could half-drag, half-lead her toward wherever it is that the man who had brainwashed them was waiting, and that was something that the Black Widow would have to admit that she was hoping for because it would mean that she would be able to enact her escape attempt.

Thus, it was also for that reason that she felt disappointed when that was not what Alice had done, indeed, after she had taken that first step, the younger brunette paused, prompting the red-haired agent to turn her gaze toward the direction of the visage of the younger woman and, almost instantly, Natasha found herself regretting the fact that she had turned her gaze toward that direction, because of the smirk that was written on the face of the younger brunette, and that was the only thing that the red-haired agent needed to see for her to know that Alice was plotting something else.

Whatever it was that the brunette was plotting, Natasha knew that it was something that she would not enjoy and that, indeed, turned out to be the case, a few moments later when, somehow, the younger brunette was able to force the Black Widow to get down on her hands and knees by simply placing her head on top of the head of the agent. Once she was on her hands and knees, Natasha realized that her face was now level with the naked crotch of Alice, and she shuddered as she realized what the brunette was going to make her do next.

“I spent the night beside our Master, of course,” Alice said, “and though I had to share him with Ava last night, he was still gracious enough to fill my unworthy cunt with his cum,” she still had her hand on the back of the head of Natasha, and she soon used that as her leverage to force the red-haired agent to move her face closer toward the slit of her womanhood.

If she was being honest, Natasha would have to admit that she expected this move from Alice, though even if that was the case, she still could not help but place a surprised expression on her face. She was so busy passively resisting the actions of the younger woman – though the only part of the actions of Alice that she could resist would be the younger brunette pushing her head closer toward the slit between the lips of the flower of the younger woman – that she did not even realize that Alice was about to speak until the moment that the younger woman was already speaking, “most of his cum had been absorbed by my unworthy cunt, but you can still taste some of them.”

There might have been no need for Alice to tell Natasha what it was that the younger woman wanted the older to do for the Black Widow to realize what Alice intended, but there was still a need for the younger to tell the older what do to compel the Black Widow to start licking her cunt and, indeed, if she was being honest, the red-haired agent would have to admit that she did not want to do what she had been ordered to do, though, of course, she was also quick enough to realize that it was not as if she had a choice in the matter.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Alice suddenly asked, and even Natasha could tell that it was a rhetorical question because the younger woman did not even give her a chance to say anything before she added, “Clean my cunt with your tongue, bitch!”

At the same time that she barked that order, the younger brunette increased the pressure with which she was pushing the head of Natasha closer toward her crotch, and because the action had taken her by surprise, the pretty red-haired agent not only did not have the time to muster even a token defense, she also did not have the time to take in as much oxygen as she had wanted, which resulted to her running out of air at almost the same moment that she felt her lips against the slit in between the lips of the womanhood of the younger woman.

If she was expecting Alice to grant her some reprieve in response to the desperate flailing of her arms, then she would be disappointed because that was not what Alice did, and with her oxygen rapidly depleting, Natasha realized that she had no choice but to do as she was ordered, with the red-haired agent parting her lips, a few moments later, so that she could begin to lick the slit of Alice.

Moans escaped from the lips of the younger woman at that moment, though if she was being honest, the pretty red-haired agent would have to admit that she found no pleasure with what she was doing at that moment. Natasha told herself that the reason that she was licking the cunt of Alice was that she had no choice, and she repeated that thought at the forefront of her mind even as she could no longer refuse to acknowledge the fact that there was something familiar about the taste of the cunt of Alice at that moment.

It was a desperate action on the part of Natasha – to forestall from her mind from reminding her where she had tasted the taste that was assaulting her mind at that moment – that caused her to suddenly increase the pace with which she was licking the cunt of Alice, and she could tell that the younger brunette had realized the increase of pace, a few moments later, as the moans that were coming out of the lips of Alice also changed.

The moans that were coming out of the lips of Alice at that moment were the only sounds that the Black Widow had to hear for her to realize that the brunette was approaching her release, but it would appear that she has no intention of achieving a release thanks to the ministrations of Natasha, and it was for that reason that she tried to compel Natasha to slow down. The red-haired agent, however, saw that as a means of achieving her revenge, and for that reason, even though she was sure that Alice was silently asking her to slow down, she did the opposite, increasing the pace with which she was licking the slit in between the lips of the womanhood of Alice, a few moments later, and causing more moans to escape from her lips.

Natasha had no doubt that there would be an expression of pleasure on the admittedly pretty face of Alice, but she was also sure that there would be a look of irritation there, and before even she can realize what she was doing, Natasha once more increased the pace with which she was licking the cunt of Alice.

Indeed, the younger brunette removed her hand from the back of the head of Natasha, and while a voice at the back of her mind told the Black Widow that was the perfect moment for her to stop what she was doing and simply attack Alice, the thought of what she was doing at that moment somehow allowing her to have revenge against the woman in front of her compelled her to continue, and as that thought entered the forefront of her mind, Natasha kept up the pace with which she was serving Alice.

It was not any action on the part of Natasha that made her stop what she was doing, rather, it was an action on the part of Alice, because, a few moments later – and Natasha was sure that she had driven Alice closer to release – the young brunette grabbed a fistful of the red hair of the beautiful agent before she then used that as her leverage to get the Black Widow to place as much distance between the lips of her cunt and the face of the pretty red-head.

The pleasure that Natasha had given Alice was evident upon the face of the younger brunette, though it would appear that Alice did not appreciate the fact that she had nearly caused Alice to have another orgasm. That was because when the younger brunette spoke, a few moments later, she admonished Natasha who cannot help but stare even as she considered the absurdity of Alice admonishing her, “I said clean my cunt, cow, not to try to give me another orgasm,” she raised her hand above her head at that moment, and Natasha could not help but feel as if she was about to slap her, but the younger brunette paused at that moment, and the expression that appeared on her face told him that she had suddenly thought about something before she then lowered her hand onto her side.

“Come,” Alice said before Natasha could even begin to decipher the meaning behind the actions that the younger woman had taken, “The Master is waiting for us.”

Rather than turn her attention away from her at that moment, however, Alice instead leaned forward and using some means that Natasha was not privy to, she dealt with the rope that kept the Black Widow restrained against the pole. The red-haired agent told herself that this was her opportunity to attack, but even as Alice turned her back – and by so doing, she displayed the back of the bondage suit that she was wearing, leading Natasha to remark that she should not have been surprised that the cheeks of the ass of Alice were also exposed – the Black Widow found herself unable to do anything but crawl behind the younger brunette.

It did not take long for Natasha to realize that some sort of spell had been cast on her, a spell that prevented her from doing what she wanted to do, but that thought fled from the forefront of the mind of the Black Widow, a few moments later, even as her thoughts turned toward how the milk that her body had produced had begun to spill from the nipples capping her breasts even as she was forced to crawl.

The Black Widow would have to admit that she did not bother to keep track of not only the amount of time that had passed between the moment that they had left the room that she had been forced to spend the night in but also the route that they had taken to reach the room where the Master was waiting. During the journey – and again, she cannot tell if it had been a long one or if it had been a short one – the only thoughts that remained at the forefront of the mind of Natasha would be how her fresh milk was being wasted.

Natasha was forced out of the reverie that she had not even realized she had fallen into by the voice of Alice as the brunette then said,  “I apologize for our tardiness, Master,” and as that voice echoed at the forefront of the mind of the Black Widow, she could not help but blink. The surprised expression that appeared on her face, a few moments later, was the direct result of her not even realizing that they had reached their destination, though she was able to turn her attention toward the direction where Alice was looking, a few moments later.

The first thing that Natasha noticed when she turned her attention toward the direction indicated would be the wide smile that was on the face of the man who was seated at the head of the table that Natasha quickly realized was the centerpiece of this room. With his attention turned toward the direction of Alice, it was obvious to the Black Widow that the smile that he was wearing had more to do with the presence of Alice in the room rather than Natasha herself, though she was forced to amend those thoughts, a few moments later, as she watched him slowly but deliberately turn his attention toward the direction of the red-haired agent who had remained on her hands and knees.

A moan of pleasure escaped from the lips of Natasha when she realized that he was now looking at her, but although she was nearly overwhelmed by the pleasure that shot up from the direction of her clit to the forefront of her brain, she understood that the reason that she felt what she had at that moment was because of the power of the scepter, and she made that conclusion even if it was true that she could not see the artifact anywhere inside the room. At the same time that she subtly searched the room for any sort of clue that would provide her with the current location of the scepter, she told herself that she would make sure that the man seated at the head of the table would be punished for the things that he had done, but it would appear that he understood what was going on at the forefront of his mind, after all, a wide smile appeared on his face, a few moments later, with that smile one of amusement.

The thoughts of Natasha were interrupted, a few moments later, even as he suddenly broke the silence that had descended inside the room, and the words that escaped from his mouth at that moment were directed to her because he had not removed his gaze from her, “Up, cow,” he said, before the smile on his face widened even as Natasha realized that he had used the same derogatory term that Alice had used to refer to her but a few moments ago. He was, however, not yet done with his instructions, and he quickly added, “on the table, now.”

Natasha did not want to obey the order, but though she could see that there was a smile on the face of the Master, it was also that smile that told her that she would not like what he would do to her if she fails to comply with the order that she was given, and as if to provide herself with further excuse to obey the order that she was given, the Black Widow soon told herself that getting up on the table was a rather simple order that anyone could comply with, and it was for that reason that she told herself that she should just obey.

Getting up on the table was, as she had suspected, not that difficult, and soon enough, the beautiful red-haired agent was on her hands and knees on top of the table, and once she was in position, the first thing that she noticed was that while it was true that the Master was seated on the chair that he was seated upon alone, it does not mean that he is the only one who was in that position, because somehow, the position that Natasha was in allowed her to glimpse onto the space in between where the Master was seated and the table, with the Black Widow noting that there was a blond who was kneeling in front of the only man in the room.

It was obvious that the blond in question was Ava, and that was even if the young woman had not bothered to turn her attention toward the direction of where Natasha was. Then again, even if Ava was inclined to make her presence known, the Black Widow doubted that she would have been able to turn her attention toward the direction of the other woman, after all, at that moment, she was busy bobbing her head up and down the shaft of the cock of their Master.

“Have you tasted her milk, Alice?” the voice of the Master tore Natasha out of the reverie that she had fallen into, and that was even if it was true that the words that had escaped from his lips were not intended for her. As if to provide further evidence that was the case, when she turned her attention toward the direction of the man in front of her, the Black Widow noted that he had turned his attention toward the direction of the pretty brunette whose name he had called and who had taken her seat at the right-hand side of the table.

“No, Master,” Alice replied, and to Natasha, the pretty brunette sounded apologetic about that, though before the red-haired agent could try to figure out why that is the case, the brunette continued to speak, “I had thought to reserve first taste to you, Master.”

The sound of amusement that escaped from his lips at that moment echoed around the room and the volume of the same convinced Natasha that it was not just a show on the part of the Master. It was for that reason that she could not help but cringe, a few moments later, even as she watched him slowly and deliberately turn her attention toward her direction.

Natasha tried to avert her gaze the moment that her eyes met with his, but she somehow found herself unable to, and despite her desperate attempts, it would appear that she cannot take her eyes off of his, which led her to suspect that he was using some sort of influence upon her. From there, it was not that much of a leap to conclude that he was using the mind-altering powers of the scepter though in a somewhat limited setting because Natasha could still think for herself.

Her musings regarding that, however, were interrupted, a few moments later, even as his voice cut through the reverie that she had fallen into, “Come over here, cow,” he said, and he waited until Natasha had started to crawl – and again, that was something that her conscious mind had tried to stop herself from doing – toward his direction before he then added, “I want to taste your milk.”

Although Natasha would have preferred it if she could have told him that he could go to hell, she continued to crawl toward where he was waiting, and less than a minute later – owing to the size of the table – she was already in front of him. It would appear that even her unconscious mind has no idea of what it was that she was supposed to do because even her body paused at that moment, though she would have to admit that was perhaps what he wanted. After all, he wanted to milk her himself.

That was the impression that Natasha got, a few moments later, as he then reached forward with both of his hands so that he could cup both of her engorged breasts, causing a soft protesting moan to escape from the lips of the helpless agent. Even as she felt the hands of the Master mashing and playing with her milk-filled boobs, she could also feel some of her warm milk spilling out of the nipples capping her breasts, and because there was nothing to intercept the liquid, they simply fell onto the surface of the table that she was on.

Natasha would admit that she has no idea why she had stopped playing with her breasts, a few moments later, but she was sure that it was some unseen signal that only he understood. He removed his hands from her breasts, a few moments later, before he then pushed his cup of coffee forward, placing the same under her left nipple, and with a smile on her face – which Natasha was able to see because she turned her attention toward him at that moment to beg him for some reprieve – he then placed both of his hands on her left breasts.

Not even the Black Widow could classify the moan that escaped from her lips at that moment, though she was certain that it was the result of what he was doing, and the moans that were coming out of the lips of Natasha increased in intensity as he increased the pace with which he was playing with her breasts. The way that he was mashing her breasts at that moment was intended to cause most of the milk that had filled her breast to come out of her nipple, and at the same time that she felt the fresh milk that her body had produced coming out of her nipples, she also felt her tears spilling from her eyes, taking her by surprise.

He ignored the tears that were coming out of her eyes, however, and instead, he simply continued with what he was doing, stopping only after he had judged that he had reaped enough milk from her body before he then removed the cup from under her body, though rather than sip from the cup right away, he instead turned his attention toward the direction of the face of Natasha before he then said, “I would hate for your milk to be wasted, so why don’t you go ahead and clean that with your mouth.”

Natasha placed an expression of horror on her face at that moment, and she managed to shake her head to indicate to him that she does not want to do what she had been ordered to do. Still, the only response that she got from him would be a smile, and though that expression seemed as if he had no intention of pressuring her to do what he had ordered her to do, it was still more than enough to tell her that she would not like it if he would have to compel her to do what he had ordered her to do.

Another whimper escaped from the lips of Natasha at that moment, but then she began to back away from him, placing some distance between the two of them, and though he did not call her out for what she was doing, the Black Widow was quick to realize that the reason for that was that she had to back away so that she could start licking the milk that had spilled from her breasts. Indeed, a few moments later, she found herself positioned with her chin just a few inches away from the puddle that her spilled milk had formed on the surface of the table.

Just because she was staring in the direction of that puddle, however, does not mean that she jumped on the chance to use her mouth to lick the spilled milk off of the table. Indeed, she turned her attention toward the direction of the man seated at the head of the table at that moment and watched as he began to sip from the cup of coffee that he had her milk mixed into.

“Well, are you waiting for an engraved invitation?” he asked after he had finished sipping from the cup, and at the same time that those words escaped from his lips, he replaced the cup that he was holding onto the surface in front of him. His action allowed her to focus her attention toward the direction of his face and because that was the case, Natasha could see the stern expression behind the smile that he had on his face.

The sight of the expression on his face reminded her of something that she had already told herself, and with the threat of punishment at the forefront of her mind, the red-haired agent moved her face as close as possible to the surface of the desk before she then forced herself to part her lips, and soon enough, she found herself licking the puddle that the milk that had spilled from her breasts had formed.

“Do you know what else drink milk the way that you are drinking it right now?” the voice of the Master tore Natasha out of the reverie that she had not even realized she had fallen into, and she turned her attention toward the direction of his face just in time to see the smile that had formed there. The moment that he was sure that she was looking in his direction, however, he suddenly inclined his head toward the direction where Natasha and Alice had come from earlier, and because it was clear that he wanted her to turn her attention toward that direction, she found herself with no choice but to obey.