Where the Bad Guys Always Win

Black Widow Gets Stung

It wasn't supposed to go like this. 

Natasha Romanoff, aka the Black Widow, had teamed up with Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, after they both realized SHIELD had been compromised. Eventually, they found out that Hydra, which was thought to have been wiped out back in World War II, was actually a part of SHIELD from the beginning and was coming back to take over. Using the new powered-up Helicarriers, they would be able to target individuals who threatened their power and kill them before anyone knew what happened. Teaming up with Sam Wilson and Maria Hill, Natasha and Steve attempted to stop Hydra from rising again and destroy the Helicarriers. 

Unfortunately, they failed.

There were far more Hydra soldiers than they expected. With the good SHIELD agents quarantined, they wouldn't be receiving any help whatsoever. As skilled as the four fighters were, they were no match for Hydra's entire army and were soon overwhelmed. With their greatest obstacles now out of the way, Hydra commenced with their planned assassinations, taking out several high profile targets, including Tony Stark and Bruce Banner. While Natasha, Maria, and Sam were kept in a hidden location, Captain America was publicly executed, robbing many of the regular people of their hope.

In a matter of weeks, Hydra had successfully taken over the world and snuffed out all resistance. 

Natasha sighed as she sat in her cell. She was currently in one of SHIELD's heavily fortified prisons. They used to carry some of the greatest criminal threats in the world, but many of them had been released to work for Hydra while the prison was now used to incarcerate any resistance members they wished to torture for a while. Her cell was adorned with very little, but did have a large Hydra banner hanging off the wall, as a constant reminder of her failure. Currently, she was fastened to a chair, still in her old jumpsuit, with her arms tied to her thighs and fastened to the chair legs. Try as she might, she couldn't get any leverage to escape. She knew Maria Hill and Sharon Carter were also kept nearby, but she hadn't seen them in days.

Suddenly, her cell door opened and out stepped Brock Rumlow, a former comrade of hers who went by the codename Crossbones. Turns out he was a high ranking enforcer of Hydra all along. Widow tried to remain strong and put on a brave face, snarking that Rumlow was just a lowly grunt. The betrayer laughed through his skull mask, commenting on how he could see through the spy's bluff. He then told her why he was there to begin with. As a reward for his loyal service and assistance in helping Hydra take over, he got to have some personal time with Natasha. She would be his little slut, whether she wanted to or not.

Upon hearing his plans for her, Natasha's eyes widened and she renewed her struggles once more. Bad guys wanting to rape her was pretty common and she was normally used to the threats, but in other situations she was always in control, even while captured, and they never got the chance to enact their threats. That wasn't the case here. Black Widow was rendered completely immobile, helpless to stop him in any way. She dropped her facade and started cursing him out, but a simple backhand shut her up.

Rumlow stepped up and grabbed the zipper to Widow's jumpsuit, grinning under his mask as he pulled it down. He laughed as he saw she wasn't wearing a bra, and complimented her on her lacy black panties. Pulling the jumpsuit back, he licked his lips as her plump boobs bounced out of the rubber suit, bouncing enticingly before him. Unable to resist, he grabbed the luscious mounds and began to knead them, savoring how full the milkbags felt in his gloved hands. Natasha blushed and gritted her teeth, trying her best to endure the molestation. To her shame, despite her predicament, his manipulations of her mammaries were having an effect on her. 

Eventually, Crossbones decided to explore other areas of the trapped spy's beautiful body. He walked behind the helpless girl and knelt down. Natasha was trying to recover from his molestation when suddenly he grabbed her throat in a very tight grip. She struggled to breathe and was suddenly terrified of his next action. Rumlow laughed and tormented his captive a little, jerking her body forward and back, enjoying how helpless she was under his power. Then, he decided to take things a step further and reached down with his other hand, dipping his fingers inside Widow's jumpsuit and grabbing her pussy. To his delight, he felt her pussy already moist and laughed once again.

Ashamed at her body's feelings, Widow pleaded for him to stop, but he denied her requests. Brock then began to finger her pussy while whispering in her ear about what a slut she was, always prancing around in skintight jumpsuits and always taking the assignments that involved her seducing her target or dressing sexy. All the while, he kept his hand clamped around her throat. He then tightened his grip as he told her that when he was finished with her, he would then pay a visit to Maria Hill and Sharon Carter's cells, where he would rape and abuse the women with great vigor. He would violate every facet of their bodies, leaving them mere shells of their former selves, broken and helpless toys for Hydra to play with. 

The captured spy was trembling in fear and arousal. His fingers were having a greater effect than she expected and it wasn't long before her pussy was gushing. His degrading words weren't helping, as a part of her, deep down, knew he was right. It only took a few minutes for Natasha to be flush with heat, and she instinctively moaned in pleasure. Brock chuckled as her body became putty in his hands. He could feel when she was about to orgasm and pulled away. Seeing his hands covered in her juices, he wiped them off on her face, forcing her to smell her own scent of arousal, which just excited her body even further.

Wanting to take things further, Brock cut the ropes tying her to the chair and shoved her forward. As her limbs were still bound, the helpless spy crashed onto the ground face-first and groaned in pain. The Hydra soldier then knelt down and grabbed the bound woman's hips, pulling them up so that her ass was in the air. He ordered her to stay still. To emphasize his point, he pulled out a knife and allowed her to feel its sharpness. Knowing she had no leverage, Widow stayed still and silent. She could feel him cutting her jumpsuit around her hips. Soon, she could feel her ass and pussy exposed to the cool air, her panties cut away along with her jumpsuit. Figuring what he was going to do, Natasha was scared once again, but because she was still aroused from before, her pussy gushed once again in anticipation.

Crossbones noticed this and laughed. Telling her she needed to be punished for resisting and for her begging to be raped, Brock slapped his hands down upon her ass. He loved how the perfectly toned butt jiggled under his touch. Natasha was surprised, but her surprise turned to pain as he continued to spank her over and over again. With her limbs still bound, Natasha couldn't get away and soon she was yelping in pain after over a dozen swats. There was no real need to act tough now. She begged for him to stop, but he was having way too much fun and continued to spank her dozens more times. By the time he was done, Widow's ass was a bright red and, amusingly, her pussy was dripping so much she had formed a puddle on the floor. 

Ready to finish things off, Brock rolled the former spy over onto her back. The helpless woman looked up at him, any fire of resistance long since snuffed out, her eyes pleading for mercy. Sighing at her patheticness, Brock positioned his helpless victim before him, her pussy wide open for torment. He then reached down and unzipped his pants, pulling out his large cock. Black Widow gasped has his large, thick cock popped out, aimed straight at her body. She had wet dreams at various points of having sex with Steve or Clint, but the cock before her was far bigger than in her wildest dreams. Unfortunately, he was holding her leg, preventing her from wriggling away. She could do nothing but lie there as the vile criminal aimed his dick right at her entrance.

Rubbing his cock right at her slit, Crossbones began to taunt the helpless heroine, telling her she would love his dick and beg for it before long. To his amusement, her pussy again got wet with his words. He put the first few inches into her cunt, causing the woman to gasp in shock. Leaning down, he grabbed her breasts once again to use them as handles. With one powerful thrust, Brock rammed his cock home and began the fucking.

Natasha groaned in pain as his thick cock slammed into her pussy again and again. It felt like a jackhammer was being shoved into her body. Most bad guys she had to seduce ended up having tiny dicks, so she wasn't used to being stretched or used quite like this. Her boobs being fondled as he was fucking her was making her even hotter. After he got into a good rhythm, Brock leaned down, telling her to look at him. She subconsciously obeyed, looking at the fearsome skull mask and straight into Rumlow's cold, merciless eyes. The combination scarred itself into Widow's brain, making her feel smaller than she ever has before and crumbling what little resolve the woman had left. She continued to maintain eye contact with him, groaning as her body was pounded hard and fast. He eventually told her to cum, and her body responded immediately, as the beaten spy orgasmed multiple times around his thick cock. 

After what seemed like hours, Widow felt Rumlow's cock spasm inside her and he began to shoot his seed. She became scared about getting pregnant with his kid, but before she could protest, she could feel his seed deep in her womb. She felt him exit her cunt and a part of her felt empty. She gasped and panted, trying to recover from the rough fucking, when Crossbones grabbed her head and pulled her up. Before she knew it, he shoved her head into his crotch, rubbing his cock and balls all around her face. The leftover juices still on the cock stained her face as she drowned in his scent. Wiping the last drops of her nectar in her hair, he then let her go, letting the spy fall to the ground, still trying to catch her breath. He admired her heaving boobs and gave them one last squeeze before zipping up his cock. He told her that he'd love to continue his torment of her body, but he had an appointment with Maria and Sharon he had to get to. The rapist then left Natasha alone in her cell.

The well-fucked woman continued to lay on her back, panting, as her assaulter left to rape her friends. She had never felt so used and abused, so violated, before. He made her feel small, weak, and helpless, something she never thought she would ever feel again. As she felt Crossbones' seed oozing out of her pussy, she looked up at the Hydra banner hanging on her cell wall, knowing there would be many, many more sessions like this in her future.

As the reality of the situation dawned upon her, Natasha flopped back, the fight completely fucked out of her.

"Hail Hydra."