Natasha Romanov.
Aka’ The Black Widow.
The slightest glance of her S.H.I.E.L.Ddossier would be enough to reveal her as one of the singular most exceptional mastersof spy craft. Possessing a keenintellect and even sharper wits. Fluent in a dozen different languages and amaster of even more fighting styles. Asan agent of S.H.I.E.L.D Natasha personally completed a number of fieldmissions, saving numerous innocent lives. As a member of the Avengers she stood, a mere human being, shoulder toshoulder with gods and legends against countless threats beyond imaginings. Natasha Romanov is the Black Widow—or sheused to be.
Thanks to powers of Bimbotech and MistressMindfuck the woman described by S.H.I.E.L.D barely existed anymore.
After Budapest—which ended with Clint ridingNatasha’s backside to a ferocious climax—Mindfuck took the Black Widow on awhirlwind tour of her “memories.” Firstthey visited the time Tony Stark and his personal head of security Happy Hogan doubleteamed her in the center of Tony’s personal boxing ring. Then it was off to Moscow where Natashafucked a Russian General in the broom closet of a seedy Strip Club--all in thename of National Security. From there itwas to a secret underground HYDRA base where Natasha had to blowbang her wayout. Then it was off another, followedby another and another. Each new memorybecame more depraved than the last and Natasha gleefully kept pace: with a little help from Mistress Mindfuck.
The former Emma Frost had grabbed ontoNatasha’s mind steel bear trap tight, using the full force of her mutant powersto the bend the S.H.I.E.L.D agent to the Bimbotech ideal. It was more than just re-writing old memoriesto new carnal ones; Mistress Mindfuck was re-writing/re-wiring the very core ofNatasha’s being: she lowered herintelligence and dulled her wits. Mistress Mindfuck removed the different languages Natasha was fluent inand replaced them with the knowledge of how to put her lips and tongue to abetter use. Gone were all those fightingstyles, replaced by thousands of sexual positions and poses. Complete a mission for S.H.I.E.L.D? Thanks toMistress Mindfuck, Natasha couldn’t even spell it. Mistress Mindfuck crankedher libido so high, she couldn’t be bothered to stand shoulder to shoulder withanyone---she would be too busy on her back or her knees trying to get her holesfilled. Even Natasha’s very name wasbeing stripped away, during the memory tour she would occasionally refer toherself in the third person as ‘Natti Sucksoff’ –a new Bimbotech identitysteadily forming. If there was anythingof the old Natasha Romanov left in Mistress Mindfucks’ wake, it was a house ofcards ready to collapse at the slightest provocation.
And Mistress Mindfuck knew just the thing.