You looked around nervously, and somewhat self-consciously. Had you been fully dressed you might have felt a little less scared for the experience, but Nat had made sure to strip you down to your bra and underwear before her friends even entered the room. She kept muttering about wanting to show you off, of what a beautiful girl she'd found herself.
Now, with three fully-clothed women you'd met only in passing staring hard at you, you cowered into the warmth of Nat's body. The assassin was happy to provide comfort for you, slipping an arm around your shoulder and tugging you into her.
One redhead in particular had captured your attention. She was leaning against a wooden cabinet, exuding a quiet confidence which made you certain that the woman in question was none other than the Sokovian witch Nat had told you all about.
You'd met the other two women before, Pepper and Carol, but had always found yourself feeling a little awkward around the pair. Saying that, with Nat by your side and leading the activities, you were certain you wouldn't feel as uncomfortable.
The Russian's lips met your temple in a kiss of quiet reassurance. You hummed.
"Before we begin, I want to go over everyone's, but mainly Y/N's, hard limits and safe words. Tell everyone your safe word, baby."
"Scarlet." She gently stroked your head in praise, smiling when you leant into her touch.
"If you hear her say that at any time, you immediately stop. I don't care if you're about to cum, you stop. Absolutely no one hurts my girl," she ordered. Your heart leapt at her blatant reference to her possession of you. "Is that understood?"
Everyone nodded.
"Good. Now, that's not to say that Y/N doesn't like physical pain. This one's a little masochist. If you want to slap her, you do that. She likes being degraded, being called a whore, a slut, a brat. She also likes being praised, at the same time if you can manage that. She likes being tied up, but I think we'll leave that for tonight. Hmm... fuck her hard, slow, fast - she likes all that. We've only tried anal a few times and she's incredibly tight so don't force yourself inside and hurt her. If you're unsure, be gentle." She looked at you with a smile, scratching at your head. "She's got three holes for a reason though, make sure you use them all." Your core was throbbing desperately. The way Nat spoke to casually about sex, as though you were a toy she were lending to her friends for use... you didn't know what to do with yourself. "I think that's it - any questions?"
She looked around the room, stopping on Carol who had her hand raised.
"Can we gag her?"
Nat looked a little uneasy at the question. "Normally I'd say yes, but... I'm not sure how she'd safeword. Maybe next time. Anyone else?"
Wanda, a smirk on her face, spoke with her eyes firmly fixed on you. "Is there a name you like to give Tasha in the bedroom, little one?"
Your cheeks burned at the insulation. "I..."
"You don't have to answer that, honey," Nat said firmly, carding her hands through your hair to calm you.
"No, it's okay..." You murmured, desperately wanting to please the Sokovian, for reasons beyond your current comprehension. "I call her mommy," you said, quieter and shakier than you'd intended.
"Oh, do you?" Wanda made her way over to you, slowly bending down to your level and slipping two fingers under your chin. "How'd you like to call me daddy, pretty girl?"
You nodded weakly, stuck in the verdant green of her irises. "Okay... daddy." She visibly relished in you calling her that, squeezing her thighs together and letting her eyes fall closed for a millisecond longer than normal.
"Can Wanda use magic on her?" Pepper asked from the corner of the room, directing her question to Nat. The assassin seemed a little lost for words, not expecting such a proposition.
"I... I guess. But I swear to god, Maximoff, if you hurt her-"
"I know, I know... you'll beat me up or whatever." Wanda's thumb had begun swiping over your bottom lip, keeping steady eye contact with you. "Can we fuck her now?"
Nat looked down at you again, raising an eyebrow. You returned the Russian's gaze and nodded. The smile on her face was gentle, considerate, and you basked in the glow of her attention before she continued addressing the room.
"Everytime one of you makes her cum, I then make her cum. This one can be a whore sometimes - I'm going to remind her who she belongs to each time."
If you hadn't been deeply embarrassed before, you definitely were now. The heat radiating from your cheeks felt as though it could raise the room's temperature by a few degrees. Still Wanda had a hold of your chin, still she gazed into your eyes as though searching for something.
"Okay, Wan, are you going to enchant the straps now?" Pepper asked impatiently. The Sokovian smirked, finally releasing you before instructing everyone to strip until they were clad only in bras and with a strap tied around their hips. Wanda remained clothed. If the bulge in her pants was anything to go by, you assumed she had already enchanted her toy.
Red energy surged from her fingertips to the straps hanging around each woman's groin, working to enchant the others'. The Sokovian's irises returned to their usual green when it was done. You watched as Carol immediately and eagerly began jerking off with the hyper-sensitive appendage. Looking from strap to strap, you noticed how each one appeared hard, almost pulsating.
Nat decided there wasn't a moment to waste.
The Russian leant back against the headboard and beckoned you forward, telling you how to comfortably position yourself laid on your front.
"You okay, honey?" She said softly, pushing hair behind your ears.
"Yes, mommy," you murmured against her thigh, smiling up at her through your eyelashes.
"You're just going to suck me off for a little while, baby, to show my friends how good you are, okay?"
You didn't bother nodding, instead leaning forward to begin licking at the tip. Thanks to Wanda's magic, pre-cum had already pooled there, and you groaned at the taste.
Slowly beginning to lick up and down the full length of her cock, you heard the assassin gasp as you brushed over a particularly prominent fake vein, and did so again with a sly grin. She took all your hair in her hand and pulled it together in a makeshift ponytail, before gesturing that you should take her dick inside now. You did so as seductively as you could; keeping your eyes firmly on Nat's as you sank your head lower and lower. Her fingers stroked through your hair when you started sucking.
"Fuck, Nat, I can't believe you've been keeping her all to yourself this whole time," you heard Carol exclaim.
"She's a fucking good cocksucker," Pepper said. Nat looked down at you proudly, stroking your head.
"I'm jealous - the last slut I had could only take two inches," Wanda said.
"Do you want her pussy first, Wands?" Nat asked through gritted teeth, pretending not to notice how you'd hollowed your cheeks out around her length.
The witch leapt at the opportunity. "Don't mind if I do," she muttered.
You heard the clinking of a belt being undone and pushed your thighs together at the insinuation your brain immediately rushed to.
"Put your ass in the air for Wanda, little one," Nat ordered. "You want daddy to enjoy her treat, don't you?"
You stopped yourself from moaning at the mere firm touch of Wanda's fingers on your skin. She dragged two or three fingers between your legs, slowly stroking you over your underwear.
"Oh, Nat, she's dripping through her panties... fuck, she's perfect."
The witch didn't strike you as a particularly patient person, which is why it was no surprise when she suddenly shoved your panties to the side and began caressing your folds. She seemed utterly enamoured by the slick already coating your slit, and sought to spread as much of it over your mound and ass as she could. She clearly got a kick out of dirtying you up in front of your girlfriend.
That's not to say she wasn't scared of repercussions against her if she hurt you, accidental or not. So she was painstakingly unhurried in pushing her fingers inside your cunt. You moaned at the feeling, grinding back into her touch. There was a faint slapping sound audible from your position between Nat's thighs, and you could only assume that Wanda was busy jerking herself off, which is why she was fucking you so lazily with her fingers.
You couldn't get any real stimulation from her ridiculously leisurely pace, so assumed she was doing it purposefully; to rile you up, to get a rise out of you.
The slapping grew louder, and Wanda's moans with it. The sight of you so pathetically presenting your body for her, and the erotic noises coming from the other end of the bed where Nat was continually shoving your head down on her cock, grew too much.
You groaned as her pulsating strap pressed up against your ass.
The witch finally slipped her dick inside you, and came almost immediately. Her hips bucked forward a few times, and the grasp she had of your hips grew a little rougher. She cried out in pleasure.
"Fuck, I forgot how good it feels when I enchant these," she muttered, mostly to herself. Nat hummed in agreement though, relishing the feeling of your tongue on her own dick. She wasn't sure she could hold herself back from the edge for much longer.
"I was the first one to fill this little pussy up tonight, huh, baby?" You couldn't answer her, your mouth stuffed full of Nat's cock, but you attempted to nod. Dragging your mouth up and down her length in the process, the Russian all but screamed at the extra stimulation before busting down your throat. She grabbed the back of your head to push you further down and force you to take more of the toy, and kept releasing sticky white ropes into your mouth.
To your dismay, Wanda pulled out soon after she came to watch her cum leak out of you, leaving you empty and wanting. You felt all hopes of an orgasm dwindle away.
"Clean up her cunt, Carol," Wanda commanded, beckoning the woman over. Carol quickly fell to her knees to comply, and began licking at your hole with passion. Her tongue was meticulous in collecting every drop of Wanda's cum, grabbing at your thighs as leverage to stick her tongue inside you and scoop the witch's essence out. You quickly became worked up again.
Your eyes fell closed and your jaw slackened at the feeling. Nat noticed you spacing out when she went to begin shoving your head up and down on her dick again and you barely reacted. It didn't bother her much; your mouth was still fuckable, even if she had to guide you.
"Does Carol want to have a go with her next?" She asked, intending to demean the captain as much as possible.
"Oh, I bet she does," Pepper spoke up. "She doesn't get much action up in space. Poor thing. I want to fuck that cunt though, so she better hurry."
The captain quickly got to her feet and guided her toy to your folds, stroking the head against the flesh there.
You hadn't noticed Wanda sidling up close to Nat and pressing another hand on your head. The weight of gravity alone pushed you down even further with each bob.
"When are you gonna let me have that mouth, hmm? You're keeping it all to yourself." Nat knew Wanda was trying to rile her up, so she ignored her. The witch smirked and only moved closer to the assassin. "Look how well this slut can suck cock - why are you being such a selfish bitch, Tasha? She'd look so pretty with her mouth stuffed full of my dick, don't you think? God, I can only imagine cumming down her throat, feeling her take it like a good girl."
If it was Wanda's intention to anger the assassin, she did a great job; her hips bucked harshly into your face, and her hands pressed even harder.
Wanda began palming at her own length as she watched your mouth being used by Nat, and now Carol, who had finally decided to ease herself inside you.
The Captain practically growled as she thrusted wildly into you, slamming her hips against yours: she milked and savoured each second inside your warmth. She didn't get long to do so before Pepper was pulling her away with a cruel laugh, and began forcing herself inside your same stretched hole. You were desperately overcome with arousal, and with each brutal hit of her dick against your g-spot, you were certain you'd finally cum. But still, your body seemed unwilling to let you reach orgasm.
"I won't let her cum," Wanda muttered to Nat. Your heart skipped a beat at the thought; was that why you hadn't finished yet?
"I'll stop her from cumming until you let me fuck her mouth."
It was as though you were constantly dangling on the precipice of the greatest pleasure of your life. Pepper's cock incessantly drilling into you was incredible though; you could easily withstand and relish in a few more minutes of arousal if Wanda persisted on withholding your orgasm.
"Fine," Nat forced out, close to finishing herself. "See if I care. Fuck her cunt or her ass. Her mouth is mine."
But the assassin did care whether you came. As much as she wanted to be nonchalant, she already felt as though she'd been the one asking you to do this, and though you'd willingly accepted, she didn't want you to get no real pleasure out of the experience.
You must have heard her stiff reaction to Wanda, for you began sucking on her dick again with extra vigour. "Oh my fuck-" Her eyes rolled back and her fingers fisted at the bedsheets. Tears dribbled from her eyes at the pleasure. You were unrelenting in your efforts, trying desperately to give her the best head of her life. She moaned lowly as she finally came, painting your throat for the second time that night. She let her head fall back as you kept bobbing up and down through her aftershocks.
Eventually she had to pull you off her, the oversensitivity starting to hurt a little.
You rested your cheek on her thigh as you gulped down her cum. She was gentle with you as she carded her hand through your hair. Had Pepper still not been fucking you within an inch of your life, you might have taken the time to relax. Wanda took the chance to threaten Nat again.
"I want her lips on my dick, Tasha, we're not having a discussion. Either you say yes and your poor little slut gets to cum, or you say no, and I keep her on the edge all night."
You cried out as Pepper finally reached her high and busted inside you, filling your cunt with her essence.
"Oh, fuck, that's a good girl, take it!"
You hoped she would stay lodged firmly inside your pussy and you could grind your way to orgasm, but Pepper clearly had other plans. She pulled out, chuckling cruelly at the pained whine that left your lips.
"Has the poor thing still not cum yet?" Pepper asked, looking to Nat.
"Wanda won't let her," the assassin grumbled.
"I'll let her cum as soon as Tash says the slut can suck me off. She's being a greedy bitch, Pep," Wanda argued.
"Mommy, please..." You whimpered quietly. You felt all eyes in the room turn to you. "I'll suck her cock, mommy, I'll do whatever she wants - please just let me cum!"
"Oh, sweetheart," Nat murmured. She sighed, before nodding at Wanda. The witch smirked, before flicking a single finger and releasing the hold she had on your body.
The four women watched as you came around nothing, your body convulsing in unsatisfying orgasm. The sadistic glint in Wanda's eye shone as she watched you grasp at Natasha and beg her to touch you. The feeling barely lasted a few seconds, and was deeply disappointing. You were just as worked up as before. It took an incredible amount of self-restraint to not glare at the witch; she seemed to revel in your discomfort. Nat was far more sympathetic, stroking her thumb over the apple of your cheek. She gave you a few moments to rest, quietly talking to Wanda as she did. Whatever the assassin was saying had the witch clenching her jaw and fixing her eyes on your form. Her dick grew harder and appeared to throb almost painfully the longer you did nothing about it. Eventually she snapped, climbing off the bed and standing expectantly. Nat grinned, rolling her eyes good-humouredly.
"Come on, little one, lay on your back for me," she said kindly, guiding you into position. She held herself above you, smiling. "Daddy's going to fuck your throat, okay?"
You watched in trepidation as Wanda walked closer, until she was stood at the end of the bed nearest your head; her dick hovering above your face. You looked up at it and gulped. It seemed much larger from this angle.
"Let your head just hang off the bed a little, baby, that's it. It'll make it nicer for daddy to put her dick in your mouth, hmmm?"
You nodded, feeling the blood immediately rush to your head.
"Good girl. Daddy's going to go inside now, okay? Open your mouth."
You did as she said, opening your mouth. Wanda held her dick up to your lips, plastering pre-cum all over them to make you look like more of a whore than you already felt.
And then she began slowly easing inside, pushing her dick up against your throat and marvelling at the visible bulge.
At the same time, Nat was dragging her dick between your folds, brushing her tip against your clit every chance she got. You whimpered at the sensation and gagged desperately, immediately trying to push Wanda out. The witch moved back as soon as you hit her thigh, and watched you spit onto the floor next to the bed. She seemed unfazed.
"Are you okay, little one?" She asked, to which she received a weak nod. "Good girl. Can I go back inside?" You nodded again. "What a talented girl you are, hmm? Taking daddy's dick like a perfect whore."
You felt Nat's hands slide up and down your thighs, hips, waist. The calloused skin was grounding, and you presented little resistance to Wanda this time.
She was a lot more careful than you'd imagined she'd be. Her strokes were shallow, gentle even, as she let herself enjoy the tightness of your throat and the softness of your tongue.
Sloppy kissing sounds were discernible from the other side of the room; presumably Pepper and Carol had become a little bored merely watching. It was somewhat reassuring to not feel the extra two pairs of eyes on your naked body, though you had forgotten their presence entirely for a few minutes. All you had to focus on now was the slow rhythm of Wanda's cock being eased down your throat, and Nat's sweeping touches and low whispers of praise.
Eventually Wanda came down your throat with a loud, unrefined moan and pulled out. She leaned down to kiss you spiderman-style, giggling at the awestruck look she left on your face when she moved away to let Nat have your full attention.
"Hey, honey," the assassin whispered, crawling up your body until your faces were level. She kissed your cheek. "You still with me?"
You nodded at her, having been aroused yet received little relief for far too long.
"Do you want just mommy to play with you for a little while?" She murmured, twisting a few strands of your hair round her finger.
"That sounds nice," you replied quietly, letting your fingers grasp at her back.
Nat was acutely aware of how you were slipping into an increasingly submissive headspace, but not one ideal for the situation at hand. If you carried on like this, you'd become needier for her attention, and hers alone. She needed you to become her pathetic whore again.
Sliding her thumb through your slit, that's what she decided she'd do.
You cried out as she folded you up and didn't hesitate before stuffing her cock inside you, whilst pressing your thighs up into your stomach. All the kindness from a moment ago was gone; replaced with an erotic cruelty that made you want to scream. She watched your tits bounce with each thrust and laughed. The Russian's face contorted when you clenched down on her strap. "Still so tight," she muttered.
"Stick your tongue out," she ordered, and you immediately did as she said, even as your eyes rolled back. She leaned forward to spit in your mouth, groaning as she watched it pool on your tongue. "Anyone else want to spit in this slut's mouth?"
Wanda instantly rushed forward and, holding your mouth open, spat directly onto your tongue with a cruel laugh. "Fuck, you're really letting us dirty her up tonight, Tash. I'm never gonna be able to look at this whore the same." You couldn't have protested if you'd wanted to; with the way Nat's cock continued to split you in half, it was all your desperate mind could focus on.
"Fuck, take it, baby, that's it," Nat ordered. She was unrelenting in her thrusts, her strap persistently slamming into the most sensitive spongy parts of your cunt. One of her hands rose up from your hip to harshly grab at your breasts, before moving up to your throat and squeezing. Her mouth fell open as she grew closer and closer to orgasm, whilst you let your eyes flicker closed to savour the feeling.
"Open your eyes!" She snapped. You instantly did as she said, being met with her dilated pupils and ragged breathing. You tried to apologise, to beg for more, to say anything, but the resounding pleasure cascading through you rendered you speechless. Nat seemed to understand you; "I know, baby, mommy knows... cum with me," she rasped against your ear.
The pair of you let go simultaneously, panting and moaning in equal measure. The assassin collapsed on top of you, leaning her head against your shoulder. She laughed. You turned your head to look at her in silent question. She just smiled. "You've been such a good girl for me." Your heart leapt again; you were starting to worry about the exertion the past hour or so must have had on your heart. The assassin didn't seem so concerned, leaning forwards to kiss you tenderly. The hand around your throat rose to caress your cheek, her fingers slipping through your hair.
"I want to fuck her ass," Wanda suddenly announced. You and Nat laughed, having been so engrossed in each other that you'd both jumped as the witch spoke.
She cleared her throat again, and Nat sighed, previously unaware of just how insatiable Wanda could be. Still, she nodded her approval.
They manhandled you into position; atop Nat's body, as she wanted to pump her cock inside your pussy again; below Wanda, who, as she'd told Nat, desperately wanted to claim your ass; face-level with Pepper's strap, which would be forced down your throat soon enough; and near enough to Carol that you could jerk her off with a free hand.
"You can cum as many times as you want, sweetheart," Nat mumbled, gently carding her fingers through your hair to reassure you. Her cock slid inside you once again, and she didn't have to do much other than slowly rock you back and forth on her dick to work you up. You moaned, leaning your forehead against hers. She nudged her nose against yours whilst sliding her hands up your arched back. A wanton moan filled the room when she grabbed a hold your ass to spread you open for Wanda.
The witch eagerly spat on your ass and spread it around to use as lube. Her thumb slowly pushed past your unyielding ring of muscle. She laughed loudly at your subsequent whining. "If you can't even take my fingers, how are you going to take my dick, little one?" She abruptly pulled her thumb out, before forcefully shoving two fingers inside you instead. Trying your best to bury your head in girlfriend's neck, you cried out, unsure if the sensation was pleasurable or just painful.
"Wanda, don't hurt her," Nat warned firmly, through gritted teeth.
"I'm not! She loves it, look at her." The witch gestured to your hips, which were actively bucking backwards into her touch. "If anything I'm being kind," she shrugged.
You bit down on Nat's skin as the Sokovian's pace grew quicker. She barely reacted. Having to cockwarm you whilst waiting for Wanda to get on with it was driving the Russian insane. Thankfully, she didn't have to wait too much longer, as Wanda had now taken to slapping her dick against your ass, working herself up so she'd be fully hard as she entered you.
"Relax, baby," Wanda said calmly, stroking your lower back. "I'm going to take your ass now, just stay still for me." You did as she said.
She was slow as she pushed her cock inside you, gentle even. "Fucking hell," you heard her mutter under her breath. Every time you thought she was fully inside, she just kept pushing and pushing, forcing you to take her full length. You'd never felt so full in your life.
"Fuck, Tasha, I can feel you too," Wanda laughed. "Can we fuck her now?"
"I was promised her mouth," Pepper suddenly said, making you jump.
You lifted yourself from your elbows to tilt your head upwards. The ginger tapped your cheek condescendingly, silently telling you to open up. You did so dutifully.
Carol seemed content to watch, getting comfortable against the headboard with her hand on her strap.
The three women quickly found a rhythm which had your eyes rolling back in your head. Wanda would pull out as Nat shoved herself deep inside your cunt, pulling out just as Wanda buried herself inside your ass. Had you not found yourself screaming with a mouth full of Pepper's dick, you might have laughed at how filthy you must have appeared.
It quickly became a fight to see who could cum last. You wanted to hold your orgasm off for as long as possible, just to savour the feeling of all your holes being filled, and being completely used and defiled.
Pepper came first, moaning as she emptied down your throat. Some of her cum trickled out of your mouth, dripping down your chin and onto Nat's lips. The assassin groaned, swiping her tongue over her lips and tasting the sticky white essence. She pulled you down to kiss her and reached her orgasm, aggressively slamming her hips into yours to milk every last ounce of pleasure. Feeling your girlfriend bust inside you was what finally sent you over the edge. You clenched down hard around both Wanda and Nat's cocks, and, if the witch's screams of pleasure were anything to go by, you assumed she had finally orgasmed inside you too.
Everything went quiet for a few moments, enervated panting the only sound audible.
As soon as Wanda and Nat pulled out, you rolled over on the bed, totally spent. The Sokovian, conversely, seemed invigorated.
"Take it this means you don't want to go another round?" Wanda asked, a hint of teasing present in her tone.
"You're going to have to jerk yourself off, Wan, she's done," Nat told the witch.
You must have fell asleep, or zoned out for the next few minutes, for when you became aware of your surroundings again, Pepper and Carol had left, and Nat had cleaned you up and tucked you into bed. The assassin wrapped an arm around your stomach to pull you into her. Wanda was perched on the edge of the bed, fully clothed once again.
"Ah, you're awake, little one," Wanda mused, smiling down at you. "I wanted to say goodbye, rather than running out and leaving without another word."
"You're going?" You asked quietly, a little disappointed. You hadn't known the woman long but the way you found yourself longing for her attention, her approval... you really didn't want her to leave.
She reached out to take a hold of your hand. Your eyes followed the small movement of her thumb in stroking your skin.
"We should do this again sometime," she grinned. "I had a good time... and I'm pretty sure you and Tasha did too, hmm?" You could practically hear Nat's eye roll from behind you. "Anyway, I have to go... save the world and all that."
"Don't get cocky, Wan," Nat scoffed.
"Me? Cocky? Never," Wanda giggled. She quietly excused herself from the room, waving sweetly at you before closing the door.
You rolled over in Nat's arms to face her, moving in closer to gently kiss her pretty pink lips.
"I like her," you whispered in her ear. The assassin laughed.
"I can tell. How about we have her round again tomorrow?"
You beamed. "I'd like that."
"Yeah, I bet you would," the Russian chuckled.