You must login to rate the chapter
Natasha Romanov was a consummate spy and superheroine who was capable of untold levels of stealth and infiltration. Whatever this place was doing, their security was certainly not going to be any sort of match for her. She wore a rebreather to protect
her from any gas attacks and was winding her way through the air ducts when a strange insistent thought pushed into her brain.
She needed to get fucked.
She shook it off. She'd have plenty of time to fuck The Winter Soldier when she got out of here and finished rescuing the captured women. Odd, she hadn't felt so randy before she'd started infiltrating this place. No matter. She just had to stay focused, stay
She had to get naked right now.
This time she didn't think the thought strange at all and began expertly slipping out of her tight catsuit, bra and panties - no easy task given the tightness of the ventilation shaft she was in. Soon, her tight, luscious curves were on display as she continued
moving on all fours through the ventilation shaft, casually tossing her rebreather over her shoulder as she did so.
"Much better." she said, not sure why it felt so right to be naked. "Wait. This isn't right. I need to-"
Put on sexy high heels.
"Put on some sexy high heels." Natasha said decisively. Looking down through an air ventilation shaft, she saw she was in luck. A long row of slutty outfits hung in a walk-in closet large enough to be a ballroom, complete with shoes. Stripper heels with 8-inch
platforms, sleek six-inch black stilettos, thigh-high vinyl 7-inch numbers, the works.
With casual grace, Natasha slipped her limber body down into the room, dislodging the grate. She landed perfectly, tits jiggling slightly as she did so before she stood up and walked over to a red pair of thigh-high leather boots with 7-inch heels.
"Perfect." she thought as she slipped the supple leather on, the rims of the boots hugging against her well-muscled, limber upper thighs and cold zippers running up the back hugging her sexy calves.
Now that she had that all taken care of, Widow knew it was time to get down to business. Victoria Hand and Pepper Potts were in danger and she had to hurry and-
"Get fucked." came the giggling voice in her head that she accepted as her own.
She had to get fucked, now! There was no time to lose!
Licking her lips, Black Widow sauntered out of the dressing room in nothing but a pair of thigh-highs, determined to get fucked by the first man she could find. Upon walking out she stopped short at the sight of a huge-breasted bimbo who looked naggingly familiar.
She looked utterly ridiculous, like a caricature of-
"Silly! You won't get fucked with such tiny titties. You need bigger boobies, like me."
Wait, what was she thinking? She was the one who looked ridiculous, the Black Widow realized, with her tiny nothing C-cups. If she needed to get fucked fast - and she did, if she wanted to save Potts and Hand - she obviously needed bigger boobies like this
woman in front of her.
"C'mon, I'll take you to the nice men who made my boobies bigger and they can help you too!"
That sounded reasonable enough. The sooner she got bigger tits and got fucked, the better. After all, she was a professional spy on a very urgent mission after all.
Black Widow followed the bimbo, heels clacking in time with hers, not realizing anything was the matter with her as she strode obediently after her to get her tits enlarged and get fucked.
Or add your own