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"So wait wait, hold on, so let me get this straight. You're telling me that Natasha Romanoff drugged you, then carted you off to a secret SHIELD facility where she-oh are you gonna eat that last egg roll?" Felicia left her satin black robe hang freely off her voluptuous body as she reached for the final roll. She'd been woken up in the dead of night from Peter's nonstop texts and calls and found him on her veranda with bags of Chinese takeout. Normally when strange men showed up at her doorstep, Felicia reacted quite violently…but she happened to make exceptions when guys, usually named Peter Parker, came with food for her to gorge on.
"Felicia, your um, your-your-"
"My what? What? Speak up. If you're pointing at the egg roll, then I already called dibs."
"No, I don't give a damn about the egg roll. These ones are too soggy anyways. What I'm trying to say is that your…your breasts are falling out of your robe." Peter was too exhausted to change out of his superhero costume, save for removing his mask that was hanging off the nearby dining chair he was sitting on. It was perhaps dangerous for them to be eating so candidly out on Felicia's veranda, but he was too hungry and tired to care.
"What? Maybe the girls are just happy to see you." Felicia grinned as she took a bite out of the egg roll. "Now where was I? Oh. Right, so Natasha stole you away to a hush-hush facility where you were strapped to a chair and…tortured?"
"Erm, in a…sexual manner of speaking, yes."
"And then she let you go, and you stumbled out of there, went to go pick up our take-out, forgot my wonton soup, and then woke me up half past midnight. Am I missing anything?"
Peter leaned back in his chair, swiping a hand through his hair. "Hmm, no that sounds about right. Be grateful that I managed to find a decent Chinese food spot that was still open this late. It was either this or burritos and those make me gassy."
"Trust me, I know, Pete. We sleep together, remember?" Felicia swallowed the last bit of egg roll stuck in her mouth, reaching for some water to help it go down smoother. "Speaking of sleeping together, how was she?"
"Who?" It took the combined deadpan stare coming from Felicia and a whopping six seconds before he understood what she meant. "OH! Um, do we have to really get into this? I don't want to make you-um-"
"What? Jealous?" Felicia scoffed. "Peter, please. In case you've forgotten about our sensual ménage à trois with a certain Ms. Drew, jealousy isn't really the problem here. What does irk me is that Nat thinks she can play with my toys without asking permission first. That right there, irk, that's what I'm feeling. I hate feeling irked." She grumbled, wiping some crumbs off her robe while digging a few out from between her bosoms. "Pete, I can feel you staring."
"Am I drooling?"
Felicia smirked as she looked up. "Not yet."
"Then I'll just keep on staring until I do." Peter grinned back at her. "But seriously, you're just mad that, what, nobody sent you an invite? Really?" He felt perplexed, watching Felicia nod at his question, and figured that she'd be livid and tossing chairs and screaming obscenities after he told her. He could see that Felicia wanted to hear more and felt it would be best if he was just honest. "We didn't really do much. Or well, I didn't really contribute anything. Natasha just had me tied to a chair and did…things. Hand stuff. Mouth stuff. Boob…stuff."
" Sex?"
"No. No sex…stuff."
There was a pregnant silence on the veranda, save for the rancorous calls from the people down below and the occasional honk or siren. That lasted for less than ten seconds until Felicia sputtered into a laugh and facepalmed. "So wait, let me get this straight. You were locked up-"
"Tied up technically. Not that it matters but y'know to be accurate-"
"Fine. Tied up with quite possibly the sexiest agent that SHIELD has ever recruited, barring they ever send me an invitation and I accept. And you're telling me that she brought you to the brink of orgasm for hours and didn't even have the common decency to let you stick it in her?" Felicia laughed again. "Oh Pete, what do you call that thing when bad stuff happens to you?"
Peter let out a long sigh. "…The Parker luck."
Felicia clapped her hands together. "That's it! Oh my precious little Spider, you didn't even get past second base. It's like you're back in middle school again, isn't it?"
"Jokes on you, I never even got to first base with a girl in middle school. Boom! Nailed it."
"Oh, Peter…" Felicia shook her head.
"…Yeah, I know. I heard it after I said it." Peter slouched deeper into his chair, rubbing both of his hands over his face.
"Would it make you feel better if I let you play with the girls before we go to bed?"
"…Maybe."
Avengers Tower – Training Room
Natasha had been up since five in the morning. Often working out was what cleared her mind the best during restless nights. That and shooting something. She already did the latter for two hours straight, so she figured that it was best to try the former. Today she decided on the dark red sports bra with the keyhole cut-out, pairing it with the black high waist curves shorts. Each felt comfortably snug around her body and with Tony off on business, there was no chance of him ogling her with a sleazy gaze.
No, the only man on her mind right now was a certain snarky wallcrawler and his meaty webshooter.
Sweat pooled over Natasha's body as her fists pummeled the punching bag that dangled in front of her. Her breath was hot and heavy, never giving an inch, even when her muscles felt like they were on fire. She had learned long ago back in the Red Room that such weakness could mean an early grave. However, even though her body was tired, it didn't mean that her senses were any less sharp. "I do not remember requesting a sparring partner." Her eyes never left the punching bag as the unwarranted visitor dropped from the ceiling. The loud clack of heels touching the hardwood floors before becoming muffled as they traipsed the padded mats told her that the person was indeed a female. "I did not take you for the jealous type, Felicia. Several of my last reports sighted you in quite an alarming amount of high-scale orgies." She heard the scoff before laying eyes on the Black Cat herself as she stopped a few feet away from the punching bag.
"Oh, I'm sure there are plenty of kinky individuals out in the world who like to dress like little ol' me. I'd imagine it brings some semblance of drama to whatever mundane life they might have." Felicia grinned saucily. "Besides, you didn't hear this from me, but people like to bring a surprisingly big stash of money and jewelry right before they toss their clothes off. At least, that's what I hear anyways." She looked around as her ponytail swished with the turning of her head. "Huh, maybe a catsuit wasn't the best attire to bring here. If I'd known that you were working out, I would have brought my newest workout gear. There's a nice slit between the cleavage that really leaves the guys drooling-"
"Right before you pick their pockets?" Natasha raised an eyebrow.
"Don't be ridiculous! …It's the watches, that's where the most money was. Why any idiot would bring a Rolex to the gym, I have no clue." Felicia shrugged. "But that life is behind me now, or on pause at least. The guy I'm seeing has a bit of a stick up his butt when it comes to my sticky fingers…heeeeeeey, speaking of the guy I'm seeing and sticky fingers-"
"And here it comes."
"OH! And speaking of cumming-"
Natasha rolled her eyes as she laid another punch onto the bag.
"-I heard that you and my Spider had quite the wild interrogation last night. Don't worry, I didn't come here to throw down with you or anything. Even if I do have a chance in kicking your ass, I've heard enough stories about you in the criminal underworld to play it cool. I have plenty of respect for any woman that can make grown men piss their pants after beating the shit out of them." Felicia walked closer, leaning on the punching bag. "Nah, I'm not angry. You see, I'm a fairly selfish person, so you bet the tight Russian ass peeking out of those gym shorts that I do however get a tiiiiiiny bit upset when people use my toys without permission."
"Aha, so the kitty-cat is upset that I did the kinky stuff without asking first?"
"Hell yeah! Not to mention the fact that you didn't even have the decency to fuck him! "From Russia with Love," my ass. I mean, weird fetishist stuff aside, you'd think the tippy-top SHIELD agent herself would know not to leave a mission unfinished." Felicia could see from the face Natasha was making that she was close to taking the bait.
"Uh-huh…and what exactly are you proposing?" Natasha was interested, sure. But she would be a fool if she leapt without thinking. It was then that the scarlet Russian felt two soft hands dig underneath her bra, fondling softly. Natasha saw what was to happen but allowed it. Simply put, she was horny.
Felicia licked her lips, whispering close to Natasha's ear. "Isn't it obvious? I'm not being coy or anything. You. Me. Spider. A good old-fashioned team-up…in the bedroom. A sexy team-up. Jessica had a ton of fun. And believe me when I say, you won't be disappointed."
New York City – On the side of a random building
"Mmmm…mmmmmmmm! Nothing like a churro after foiling a bank robbery. God, this is like the fifth robbery this week. Is inflation really that bad right now?" Peter looked at the crumpled receipt that was covered in flecks of cinnamon from his churro. "$7.99? For just one churro?! I just handed the guy a ten-dollar bill and told him to keep the change. My goodness…maybe I should rob a bank? Otherwise with prices like these, I'll have to stop my weekly churro binging." He stuffed the remaining bit of it inside his mouth while dusting off the crumbs from his hands and lips. Suddenly, he felt his phone buzz inside of his costume and quickly grabbed it. "A text. From Felicia."
[ Avengers Tower. 8pm. Don't be late, Spider ;3]
"Is this a trap? I feel like this a trap." Peter mumbled, teetering his head to the sides. "…Or maybe I'm finally getting that surprise party I always wanted. The Avengers owe me at least fifty presents by now for how many times I've helped save the world." His stomach then began to grumble again. "In the meantime, I suppose one more churro won't kill me…maybe two? Rent can be a week late again, right?"
Avengers Tower
"Felicia. Is the blindfold really necessary? Because if this is a trap-"
"It's not a trap, for the tenth freaking time!"
"-I do have a little something called Spider-Sense."
Peter was still in his costume, being led through what he assumed were the halls of Avengers Tower. Felicia had met him on one of the nearby rooftops next to the tower, blindfold hidden betwixt her cleavage. The only reason he even agreed, though all his instincts were on high alert, was because he was going to receive something that nobody on Earth had ever received. Something rarer than Adamantium. More valuable than Vibranium. When Felicia first said it, he didn't believe her, but she assured him and assuaged his doubts. Yes, perhaps the greatest gift of all was mere steps away from him and what he was about to receive…
…a genuine formal apology from Natasha Romanoff.
"Do you think she'll cry?" Peter asked, his hand enclosed within Felicia's latex grip.
"Probably. I'd definitely cry if I had to be in a room with you for more than thirty seconds." Felicia jibed playfully.
"This coming from the woman who's been trying desperately to screw my brains out every time there's a bed within five feet of us?" Peter retorted, effortlessly dodging the half-hearted smack coming his way. "Okay fine, desperate was a bad choice. Does eager sound better? Or maybe determined? Impulsively?"
"…I really should've gagged you too."
"Oh, kinky. Didn't think we were at that point in our relationship."
Thankfully due to the blindfold, the webhead couldn't see the sly grin on Felicia's face by his choice of words. "Bet you'd love it too."
"Ditto to you, Cat."
It wasn't long after that till they made their way inside an elevator. Peter listened to Felicia tap a few buttons and heard the doors close. The ride lasted a few moments until he was escorted out and led a couple feet away till they stopped. From the heavy knocks that transpired shortly after, it was obvious they were outside of what he could only assume was Natasha's room. This was confirmed by the familiar accent coming from beyond the door.
"Password?"
Peter chimed in before Felicia could answer, "42." He didn't bother to dodge as Felicia elbowed him in his ribs. "What? It's the answer to everything."
"Just shut it." Felicia growled. She cleared her throat, responding with five slow, consecutive knocks of her own. What came next was a slew of Russian that Peter couldn't understand, ending as the sound of a heavy door creaked open. The smell of wax was strong in the air as the pair walked inside. "Wow."
"Wow? Wow what? Alright, I'm taking of this darned blindfold now. Natasha, you better be ready to cry, because you're about to apologize like you've never-" Peter froze in place, the blindfold falling from his grasp as he dumbfoundedly gaped at the room he was slab dabbed in the middle of. Across the walls were all manner of chains and whips, hanging from every corner as what could only be described as depraved sex edifices were erected all throughout the room. All of which his Aunt May would have had her keel over in sheer shock. At least he hoped that was how she would've reacted. 'Oh god, get me out of this train of thought before I have an aneurysm!'
"Greetings, Spider. It appears the Cat has fulfilled her end of the bargain and brought you here."
Peter was so befuddled by this secret BDSM chamber that he failed to notice the scarlet-haired woman in the corner. Once more she was clad in a latex catsuit, similar to Felicia's, albeit with a few minor modifications. For starters, there were holes where both her breasts and ass resided, leaving them clearly visible to the naked eye. And…no wait, that was it. The wallcrawler slapped himself several times to see if this was just another erotic dream. 'If MJ comes out in Felicia's outfit next, I'm definitely dreaming.' No such thing occurred, leaving him with the answer that this was no dream. "…Wow indeed. I just…one quick question? No better yet, make that two. What the he-double hockey sticks is going on?! Why is there a secret sex room in the Avengers Tower?! And in all that is holy and American, PLEASE TELL ME THAT CAPTAIN AMERICA HAS NEVER BEEN INSIDE OF HERE!"
"I think that was more than two questions." Natasha arched her eyebrow.
"No, it was two. That last one seemed more like a desperate declaration." Felicia smirked. Waltzing up to the webhead, she smacked him on the back so hard that it echoed within the chamber. "Relax, sweetie."
"Felicia, I can see Hulk-sized strap-ons hanging from the wall…I think I'm long past being able to calm down."
"If it helps, they don't nearly hurt as bad as the real thing." Natasha spoke up.
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"…Kudos?" Felicia awkwardly offered a thumbs up. She then leaned towards the wallcrawler and whispered out, "How is she even still alive?"
"I don't know, maybe there's some Infinity Gem lube or something, but Spidey wants out!" Peter whispered back intensely.
"Okay, okay, I think we're all getting off-heh-ahem excuse me, on the wrong foot. Oh, and don't worry Nat, he isn't into feet either. Rest easy there."
"That is a relief. Feet do nothing for me. How people can find feet attractive…it scares me." Natasha shuddered.
" Really? That's your limit? Feet?! Because chains and gags and Hulk dildoes are just so clearly normal!" Peter shouted. "Alright, oh my gosh, look! I came here under the guise that you were going to apologize for kidnapping me and…doing what you did that will remain nameless. I did not come here with the pretense that I will never ever be able to look at any of the Avengers the same way again. Just please, tell me Steve has never been down here. I can take Clint or Thor or Tony. Tony definitely would be into this stuff. But not Stevey. Not my vanilla innocent Steve Rogers. The man probably thinks handholding is reserved for marriage!"
"Is he having a mental breakdown or something?" Natasha turned her gaze towards Felicia.
"A little bit." Felicia squinted her fingers together. "…But I am curious, has Mr. Rogers ever been-"
" No! Of course he's never been inside of here! This is my room and no other Avenger has ever been inside of here. Only certain SHIELD recruits that need… correction. I will leave it at that." Natasha eyed a few of the whips with a grin, biting her lip that send shivers down the webhead's spine.
"But the Hulk-"
"Not here. It was another time, I needed to calm him down, and you will ask no further questions from this point forward." Natasha cut him off, waiting for him to speak up again. When no more words came, she continued, "Felicia did not lie to you…fully. Part of the reason I wanted you here was to apologize. What I did to you…should never have happened. While I stand by my reasons for doing so, the efforts I took crossed a line. But I have seen too much betrayal in my life, and your mind has been compromised before hence adding to my suspicion. Regardless, I should never have put you in such a position and…I…am…ugh it is like swallowing knives…sorry, Spider-Man."
Peter remained silent, unsure of where to place his eyes on Natasha. 'Wait a minute, I'm wearing a mask. She can't tell where my eyes are…or can she?' Moving his eyes upwards from her naked bosom, he cleared his throat, "Well, erm, I accept your apology, Nat…asha. Unsure if we're cool enough for me to call you Nat yet. Whatever, it's cool. I mean, what you did wasn't cool but I guess I'd be lying if I didn't enjoy myself…a little bit. I also wish you would have chosen a different spot to apologize to me-"
"There's a reason for that, Spider. Ain't that right, Nat?" Felicia grinned.
"Oh, you can call her, Nat. So does that mean that-"
"Can you just be quiet for like one singular minute?"
"…Hurtful."
Natasha chuckled, "The Cat speaks true. There is a reason that I chose here to offer my sincerest apologies. I'm sure that when you first saw where you were standing, you thought that it would be a repeat of what you previously went through. But allow me to assuage your fears. That is not what will transpire. No. In fact, it will be quite the opposite." Her heels clacked loudly as she walked towards the wallcrawler, kneeling in front of him, right where his bulge was largest. "May I?"
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…" Peter turned to Felicia. Seeing her nod fervently, he gave a shrug in reply. "Suuuuuuuuuure."
"Thank you." Natasha, smiling suggestively, tenderly grazed her teeth along the red and blue fabric of Spider-Man's costume. Near her nose was his bulging crotch and she could feel the wallcrawler's body shiver. Her slender fingertip scratched the surface of the mountainous bulge, causing his shaking to intensify. Responding to that ticklish feeling, his cock repeatedly pulsed. "Oh? Did I see you twitch just now?" As she said that, she noticed it shuffle again. "There it goes again. Looks like somebody is excited to see me again." Natasha let out a lewd laugh as she caught the movement of his cock with her fingertips.
Peter only stood there, knees quaking, while he watched Natasha fiddling with his bulge, listening to her breathing become rougher and louder. Then he felt Felicia's claws trickle over his shoulders, down towards to his chest, and shuddered as her tongue slid against his mask. "Ohhhhhhh…that still feels really weird. Reminds me of the time you tried sticking your tongue down my throat when my mask was on."
"Well excuse me for being horny."
"When are you not horny?"
Felicia didn't answer, only smirking coquettishly before walking towards the wall of whips. She eyed several of them; chained, spiked, electrical, and there was even one completely made of feathers for some odd reason. Deciding to go with the basic black leather one, Felicia trailed back behind where Natasha was bent over where her pearly ass was in plain view. She cracked the whip in the air, waiting for the SHIELD agent to respond, and only received a goading glance from Natasha.
Crack!
"Mmmmnnnn~!" Natasha moaned as her left ass cheek burned from the crack of the whip. Then came another. And another, this time on her other cheek. Each made her hornier and hornier until she clenched her teeth around the inseam of Spider-Man's crotch, tearing it until his erection flopped onto her face. The intense throbbing, as his veins protruded and pulsed, made Natasha bite her lip and moved her head slowly to allow the cock to slide over her. "Is this-"
Crack!
"-mmmmm! An acceptable apology, Spider?"
Peter was speechless for a time, wondering if this still was some sort of elaborate trap. He was amazed that Natasha was tanking Felicia's whipping without so much as a wince, aside from the moaning. 'Maybe SHIELD offers classes to withstand BDSM interrogation tactics? If so, something tells me that Natasha passed with flying colors.' He looked at Black Cat and could tell that she was very much enjoying her new whip, hoping to himself that this wasn't awakening some sort of kinky fetish within the cat burglar. "Acceptable? I think this is-mmm-the best apology in the history of all apologies. I'm still waiting for my alarm to start blaring in my ears and I find myself waking up alone in my crappy apartment."
"Trust me, lover, this is happening." Felicia licked her whip before hailing another blow onto Natasha's ass. "And I'm loving every second of it. Now then, I want to see some mouth-on-cock action, Natty, in the next ten seconds. Otherwise, you'll need to pat some baby powder every time you try sticking that dumptruck of yours inside your catsuit."
" What? Dumptruck? What are you talking about?"
"Hah! Told you that you were weird for saying that!" Peter guffawed.
"Oh shut up before I use this whip on you. Now get to sucking, you bitch." Felicia kicked the point of her heel between Natasha's ass cheeks, making the SHIELD agent grunt and latch her mouth around Peter's shaft.
"AGH! Geez, Felicia, you're getting a little too into this." Peter stifled his moans as he watched Natasha use her tongue to roll around his shaft and balls. Once her eyes fell upon his erection, she instantly started licking it. Natasha expertly licked his cock, focusing heavily on his tip, while stroking over his bulging veins with her slender fingers. Behind his mask, Peter was grinning, his hips twitching from the pleasure of Natasha's tongue.
"Stop moving!" Natasha growled, slurping noisily. "I'm trying to apologize here, mhhg! Don't make it any harder for me!" Suddenly, she wrapped her tongue around the glans, sucking voraciously. From her open mouth, traces of precum were visible, which she gulped down heartily. "You're honestly so vexing." Natasha kept his dick within her mouth even as she spoke, bobbing and swallowing inch after inch. "Mmm, the smell of your cock…it's just the way I like it. So strong, so virile. No wonder the little kitty-cat is so infatuated with you." This brought about another heavy crack against her ass, taking it in stride and didn't let it affect her blowjob.
Felicia grabbed a chunk of Natasha's red hair, pushing her head forward and forcing her to swallow more cockmeat. "Less talking, more cock-swallowing."
"Um, Felicia, are you blushing?" Peter asked.
"You want me to whip you next?"
"…I'll be quiet."
Natasha did her best to take deep breaths through her nostrils as she was forced to swallow more of Spider-Man's girthy erection. She started swiftly rocking her head back and forth, desperately sucking on the tip. The head of his cock poked the back of her throat, however that didn't slow her down. If anything, it made her enjoy it even more. Noting the wallcrawler's shudders and moans, her eyes lit up with determination and sped up her bobbing. 'His cock is getting even bigger?! It wasn't at its limit already? I can feel it becoming thicker…larger…mmm…' She winced as the dick grew inside her mouth but didn't stop and opened her mouth wider and continued. Her cheeks became flushed, clearly enjoying the discomfort of having a cock lodged so deeply in her throat. Natasha didn't slow down from having more precum rub in the back of her throat, moving faster and faster.
"Oh man, you're going to make me cum, Natasha! Agh! Here it-AGHHHHHH!" Peter threw his head back as he ejaculated down the throat of the top agent of SHIELD. He saw her jump in surprise as semen invaded her mouth, watching her shiver in joy. Furling his fingers through the tresses of Natasha's dark red hair, gripping it, as he unloaded more of his cum. Felicia was helping herself to Natasha's visible breasts, tweaking her nipples with sharp claws, while she nibbled the base of the agent's neck.
"Mhhg, hnng! It's hitting the back of my throat! You really don't know restraint, do you?" Natasha complained, though she clearly was cumming herself, shown through her shivering, and never stopped sucking his dick. She then started sucking like her life depended on it, determined to not let a single drop go to waste. Her cheeks sunk deep as her sucks intensified, slurping the last remnants of semen out like she was drinking from a straw. "Haaah, ahh, haaaah…" Natasha panted, releasing the erection from her vice-like mouth-grip. A lone bead of cum oozed out of Spider-Man's slit, which she quickly lapped up before peppering the tip with a few chaste kisses. Natasha licked off the last few drops from the cock and the corner of her mouth, looking up at the wallcrawler. "Wipe that smirk off your face."
"Huh?! How did you-wait-wha?!"
"You make it far too obvious with your posture. I don't need to see your face to know that you feel superior in this moment. Just know, I have merely given you permission to use my body like this. After tonight, I am back in charge. Is that understood?" Natasha stood back up, wincing, and looked back to see her ass cheeks were red enough to match her hair. "Hmm, you would make an acceptable dominatrix, Felicia Hardy, if simple burglary ever bores you."
Felicia grimaced, "Eh. Tried it once for shits and giggles. It had its perks, but I'll stick to my current M.O." She grabbed a heaping handful of the reddened ass in front of her, patting it playfully. "Now then, I think it's time we moved on to the main event. I want to see some of my man's cum flowing out of that tight cunt of yours." Pulling the agent by her hair, Felicia walked Natasha towards straps hanging near the middle of the room. Felicia strapped her into the restraints, suspending so her only contact with the floor were the toes of her left foot.
"Hmm, while the manner in which you've tied me up is rather basic, it is nevertheless impressive." Natasha lightly smirked, pulling against her bonds to test them. They didn't loosen up and held her body firmly in position.
"I watched a few basic BDSM videos back in my college days. This is about as much as I can do." Felicia shrugged.
"I hope you weren't planning on doing this to me, hahahaha, right Felicia?" Peter laughed. He looked towards the cat burglar, seeing only a teasing smile. "…R-Right Felicia?"
Ignoring him, Natasha continued, "I see. If this is the level you came away from just a few videos, then perhaps I will call you in the future."
"For interrogation? Or for your own kink?" Felicia raised an eyebrow.
"I suppose you will have to wait and see." Natasha grinned. Now turning back to the wallcrawler, "Now then, time to make a proper start, Spider. Go ahead and think carefully about how you will go about using my body." Her face was expressionless as she gave her instruction, but each time her body swayed and those straps dug into her skin, drops of juices could be seen falling out of her in anticipation of what was to come.
Peter gulped. 'I never thought to put "Do BDSM kinky stuff with Black Widow" on my Bingo card for this year. What the heck do I even do?' There was an array of toys scattered throughout the room, all of it being stuff he didn't normally use, so he had no idea where to start. He looked at the whip still in Felicia's hand.
"What are you dawdling for? Pick whichever you like; just hurry up and start already."
"Y-Yes, ma'am!" Peter knew better than to piss off the woman who no doubt knew hundreds of ways to break every bone in his body. "Um, Felicia, you uh use the whip again."
Instead, Felicia had a different idea. "How about the flogger? I'm getting a little tired of the leather whip." She traded the whip for a short flogger made from plaited suede from the wall next to her. "Even I know that whips can cause some real damage if used incorrectly or too much. Here's a little BDSM tip for ya, floggers are good for beginners, because even if you mess up and hit your partner too hard, it won't cause any serious harm." It was then that she suddenly tossed the flogger over to Peter. "Which is why I'm giving it to you."
"W-W-Wha?!" Peter hastily fumbled the flogger that was thrown his way. "But I'm not into this stuff! Can't we just revert to some vanilla stuff? Like cuddling or something?"
Natasha huffed, shaking her head. "This is not a how a proper dom should act. Spider, you are supposed to be dominating me. Act like it before I change my mind and decide to put you in these restraints."
"But I like cuddling…" Peter mumbled, kicking some non-existent dust with her foot. 'C'mon, Petey, you can do this. It's just for one night…man I really hope this doesn't awaken something weird inside of me.' He sighed, very much glad that his mask hid the nervous expression that his face was no doubt showing. "I am the dom, she is the sub. I am the top, she is the bottom. I am the dom, she is the sub. I am the top, she is the bottom. I am the dom, she is the sub. I am the top, she is the bottom…" Repeating that quietly to himself as he walked towards the restrained Black Widow. "So um, you're not going to kill me after we have sex, right? Because my landlord will be reeeeeeally mad if I don't pay the rent…even though she won't fix my darn door."
Natasha remained silent, looking to Felicia with a stoic look.
"He's nervous. If you're wondering if it gets cuter with time…it doesn't." Felicia shrugged.
"Hurtful." Peter grumbled.
"But he has a great ass to stare at when he rambles. Pros and cons." Felicia shrugged again.
"…Less hurtful, I'll accept." Peter toyed with the flogger a few times. He needed to understand that, for this one act, he was the superior one in the equation. He had to show Natasha where she stood. He needed to say something badass. "Prepare to be f-flogged, you dumb bimbo!"
"That was pathetic. I can tell that you're still holding back." Natasha scoffed.
"Erm, your breath smells like vodka and beef stroganoff!"
"That was what I had for lunch, yes. What of it?"
"Huh?! What kinda sicko eats that for lunch-okay, wait I'm getting off-topic!" Peter was out of his element. He'd never experienced anything like this in his whole life. Not even the occasional porn he would watch back when he was in high school was ever this hardcore. Raising the flogger up in the air, ready to strike, a flash of realization then stopped him. 'It's her gaze. It keeps throwing me off, making me doubt myself.' Holding up his palm, he aimed towards her face and changed the setting on his web-shooter, then launching a thick pasty web over her eyes. What happened next was surprising, as instead of surprise or anger, Natasha's lips softened into a slight smile.
"Mmm. Having my sight robbed by your webs really puts me in the mood. Well done, Spider." Natasha's pussy backed up her words, getting even wetter, and scattered droplets of its juices over the floor.
"Should I keep going?" Peter rolled up his mask, revealing just his lips, and mouthed silently over to Felicia.
"Yes, you sexy idiot." Felicia mouthed back, rolling her eyes. Not wanting to be left on the sidelines, she moved behind of Natasha and snaked her hands all over the Russian operative's shivering body. "My Spider is going to teach you a lesson for kidnapping him and doing all kinds of naughty things without his permission. Now it's your turn to be powerless to him."
"…I mean, I could have easily broken out of my restraints, just saying. Never said I was powerless or anything." Peter mumbled to himself, readying the flogger. 'I still feel wildly uncomfortable about this. Man I hope there's no secret hidden cameras in here. Last thing I need is any of the Avengers seeing this. I'd never be able to look Steve in the eyes again. Aunt May, please forgive me…' He then swung the flogger down and struck her naked body with it. A loud crack echoed within the room as it made contact, making a satisfying whooshing noise while striking her skin. "H-Hoped that hurt…you bimbo." The first target were Natasha's tits. The attack left red, painful-looking streaks across them, but the shape of her mouth told him that she could still take much more.
"Hmph, is this the full extent of your sadism? It's enough to make me yawn." Natasha laughed. She sashayed her body, as best she could with her restraints, and goaded him further. "So where are you planning to hit me next? My thighs? My ass? Or perhaps-" She was interrupted as she felt harsh pinching over both her nipples. "MMM! Felicia, you bitch, you could have at least let me finish." Though her voice lacked any malice, licking her lips to show how much she enjoyed it.
"You're acting a bit too cheeky for my taste, and I'm not just talking about this ass of yours. You need to know your place. Don't think you're better than us just because you work for SHIELD, bitch!" This time Felicia dug her claws in deep, pressing on the erect nubs of her areola.
"Gaaaaaaauh!" The impact made Natasha squirm, causing the ropes and pulley to creak, and forced the restraints to dig harder into her flesh. "…That was…a good move."
" Just good?! Damned bitch, this time you hit her, Spider! I want to hear her screams bouncing off my eardrums."
Peter, becoming aroused by the sight, looked to see a massive tent forming around his crotch. 'Oh no…this really is awakening something inside me.' But he was in too deep to stop now and slammed the flogger down, several times, over Natasha's skin. She cried out how much it stung but didn't move for him to stop. In fact, she was practically begging for it as her pussy juices were forming a puddle near her foot. He was getting more used to the flogger, and each strike was gradually hitting closer and closer to where he aimed.
"Egheeeeh! Auuuh! Ueeeieeeeh!" Natasha wailed, her flawless pale skin was falling victim to the flogger, turning red and swollen. The whips kept coming, searching her body from head to toe, as if looking for spots that were still yet unmarked. "Uhaaah! Ah! Aoooh! Oooo~aaaah!"
"Ahahaha! Your whole body's gone red, just like this hair of yours!" Felicia grabbed a chunk of Natasha's hair, bringing her close to drag her teeth against the agent's neck. "From your tits to your ass! You've come nearly twice now, I can tell. Who would have thought that the most dangerous woman in SHIELD got off on sick stuff like this? Guess we'll have to keep your secret now, huh?" She licked Natasha's cheek before smooching it lightly.
Natasha panted, the exhaustion showing through her ragged breathing and slumped posture. 'Even though I know that Spider-Man is holding back…even his restrained strength is making me reach my limit already. Amazing…simply amazing.' Her one leg dangled in the air as she struggled to control her breathing. She then heard footsteps coming toward her and felt the flogger's handle force her chin up. Then, a pair of lips pushed against hers, as a warm tongue forced its way inside. Several fingers than made their way toward her sopping cunt, driving forward between her fleshy folds without so much as a word. Their tongues danced within their conjoined mouths for several moments before breaking apart as a strand of saliva connected their tongues.
"Well, how was that?" Peter cheekily asked.
Natasha stayed silent, save for the heavy breathing. Her body was quaking, aroused insanely by the whipping and pinching coming from the pair. "Pfft!"
"W-What the-?!" Peter choked out, feeling spit land on his cheek.
"Tch, do you really think that these cheap tricks will be enough to break me? I've had legions of villains and rival operatives far nastier than the two of you trying to get me to break. You must think me terribly weak if this is the best you can do." Natasha smiled wickedly, laughing under breath. "If you really want to win me over, then you're going to have to be much much more aggressive! With any more of these weak little attacks, I might just fall asleep." She tried her best to seem like she had the upper hand, willing her body as best she could to stand firm. She wanted more…she wanted the Spider to unleash more of his power. What Natasha couldn't stop however was the ample amount of juices hanging down the strings from between her legs. Even as she spoke, the pussy's flow never stopped.
'She's feeling it alright...' Peter thought.
'…because she's a bitch who gets off on being whipped and punished.' Felicia thought simultaneously. " Weak, you say? That's funny seeing as how your cunt is flooding like Hugh Jackman just gave you a striptease. You can't hide it from us. You're feeling all of this and you just love the way that my Spider whips you." She then tweaked one of Natasha's nipples with her claws, listening to the restrained agent squeal in pleasure. "And you love the way I use my claws, don't you, bitch?"
"Wh-don't be preposterous!" Natasha denied it quickly but couldn't hide her cheeks turning crimson. Her pussy then got even wetter, the thick strands of liquid stretching all the way down to the floor. "Of course I'm not feeling it! Nobody in their right mind would be satisfied with the way you swing that flogger!"
'I'm pretty sure that anybody in their right mind wouldn't be caught dead in a situation like this anyways.' But Peter kept that to himself. "So what you're saying is that the flogger isn't satisfying to you, eh?" This timing was perfect. He wanted nothing more than to plunge himself deep inside of the agent. By now his cock was harder than adamantium and the sight of Natasha panting was too arousing to handle. Moving closer till they were inches apart, Peter spread her legs further and pulled her body toward him. He then struck his hard cock right up her sopping pussy in one go.
"OGHUUUUUAAARGH!" Natasha squealed, feeling Felicia's claws press down on her nipples at the same as Spider-Man thrust inside. Her hole took him in with ease as his glans pushed open the burning hot flesh inside her. "Y-You damned bastards!" She cried out angrily, but her true feelings were betrayed by the euphoric grin etched across her face. Once the cock was fully inside, the arachnid-themed hero grabbed her tits along with the Black Cat and began to play with them as he pleased.
"Damn, you're really tight, Natasha! At this rate, I'll be flooding your pussy in minutes!" Peter let a little arrogance bleed into his tone. By now, the SHIELD agent was wailing in pleasure and no amount of denial would get him to believe that she wasn't enjoying this. Against his better judgement, even he was enjoying himself, much to his shame. This type of BDSM stuff wasn't something he'd ever seek out again, but if Black Widow ever wanted a repeat of this…well, he'd find it difficult to refuse. "You should be grateful that I'm even doing all this after all the crap you Avengers have thrown at me over the years! You guys even rescinded my Starbucks discount after I got mind-jacked! What kind of jerks do that!?"
"Spider, focus…" Felicia deadpanned, still pressing down firmly on Natasha's nipples.
"Erm, right right! I'll just write another strongly worded email to Jarvis after all this." Peter refocused his efforts on his thrusts. Her pussy seemed to be grateful for receiving his cock as it increasingly tightened up and spilled forth more of its juices. The thought that this was a woman no doubt thought little of him, like many of the other superheroes, and seeing how putty she was really made his dick heat up even more. Diving for another kiss, this time he was joined by Felicia, all three of their tongues vying for dominion as spittle dripped all over Natasha's naked, reddened body. The pleasure had overwhelmed Natasha to the point that her tongue was hanging out pathetically, and her face was covered with spit as she moaned. He never stopped thrusting into her and part of him wished that her eyes were free of webs to more clearly see the look on her face right now. Alas, the webbing would last another hour before it dissolved completely…which Natasha would probably be pissed about.
Peter's lamenting was interrupted as he reached his limit and let out a roar, cumming deep within Natasha's cunt. He poured his liquid acceptance of her prior apology inside of her as her moans of pleasure reverberated throughout the room. She seemed more than happy to accept his semen, tightening her pussy, while their three-way kiss continued. Natasha's body squirmed repeatedly, shaking the restraints, but never fought to free herself and gave in eagerly. But it wasn't enough to satisfy a greedy bitch like her. Her pussy was rubbing his cock and squeezing it tight, trying to get even more cum out of him. She moved her hips well, especially for someone who was forced to stand on a single leg, which stimulated his glans and frenulum until another urge to ejaculate rose once again.
"Grrrrgh! Your pussy is squeezing me so hard!" Another ejaculation commenced, leaving Natasha's cunt filled even more than before as globs of semen oozed out of her. Peter, trying to pull out, was halted by overzealous pleas from the restrained SHIELD agent.
"No! Don't pull ooooooout! Noooo! Ah! Don't! It's coming oooooooooout!"
"Hah…hah….d-damn, it felt like you nearly ripped my dick off by how hard you were squeezing." After two ejaculations and taking his cock out of her, Peter quelled whatever violent emotions were bubbling to the surface as they gradually settled. Once the post-coitus sublimeness set in, all the anxiety of realizing of what he'd done to a woman that could make his life a living hell ran through him like Ghost Rider's chopper. 'Crud, I know that this was all kinky stuff, but it felt like something flipped inside of me. I hope that I didn't push it too far…' He decided that now would be a good time to apologize just in case. It was then that he realized that Natasha was twitching…a lot. Like, a lot a lot. "Um…Natasha. You-you okay?" Peter snapped his fingers in front of her face, hearing only her orgasmic pants. "Is she-"
"-passed out? Oh most definitely." Felicia nodded. She wiped whatever spit, not sure if it was her own or Natasha's or Peter's and licked it off the back of her hand. "Thankfully she's hanging from the ceiling, which is why she didn't fall. Sheesh, Spider, you really put her through the wringer, huh? I didn't think you had it in you…" Quickly, the cat burglar pounced on him, jumping into his arms, and kissed him passionately. "…I am so wet right now that I may need to buy another suit."
"As much as I love hearing that, now is not the time. C'mon, help me unhook her and find her bedroom-"
"Oh! So we're going for round three in Black Widow's room?! While she's unconscious? Why, Spider, you really are turning over a new leaf and I LOVE it!" Felicia giddily exclaimed.
"No! We're not doing anything. We're dropping her off and then we leave before I run into any of the Avengers. The last thing I need is to run into Steve with an unconscious Natasha dressed in a dominatrix outfit whose skin is all scratched up. I tell you, I don't think I'd be able to handle the look of disappointment in that man's eyes. Tony or Thor I could handle…but Steve…no, not him."
"…You really have a weird obsession with Cap, you know that?"
"HEY! That's America's ass you're talking about! Now then, hurry up and help me out with Russia's ass and let's get the heck outta here already! This room has a draft and its seeping through the hole in my suit where Black Widow ripped open."