"Right, Miss Romanoff", he continued in dominating manner, enjoying her complete subservience. "Please take your clothes off. I'm afraid there are some things that we need to closely investigate..."
The Black Widow obediently stood up for a moment and pulled down her tiny briefs, kicking off her precarious heels at the same time. The Doctor's eyes popped out on stalks on what was a frankly perfect vagina, but once again she made the costly blunder of ignoring his lack of professionalism. She was herself all too distracted with the challenges involved in undressing herself; she needed simply to undo the lacing criss-crossing her mighty cleavage to achieve this, but the was finding it an impossible task - the knot seemed tied too tightly, and as keen as she was to obey the doctor by showing him her breasts, she simply could not free them.
"Miss Romanoff", he finally interrupted her desperate fumblings. "Please stop a moment. I think I know the cause of your problem. Will you please humur me while I test a theory?"
She obediently sat down on her bare behind, as eager to please as ever. "What would you like me to do doctor?"
He passed her a postcard across the desk; "Could you please rip this up for me?" Curious but still in his thrall, she obediently got a firm grip in both hands and started to tear it.
The Black Widow was shocked that it resolutely stayed in one piece; it simply refused to tear. It wasn't laminated or even particularly thick card, but despite her firmest grip and redoubled efforts, any progress proved impossible.
"Please stop Miss Romanoff, I'm afraid you are only confirming my suspicions." She dropped her hands like a naughty schoolgirl. The Doctor continued, "You appear to be under the influence of the dread effects of Neurotoxin. (A canister designed to effect solely with female hormones had been gradually released since she arrived). It is designed to numb the nerve endings of your various extremities, leaving you with less feeling and grip in those areas where you realistically need it most. I noticed that your handshake felt rather feeble. Sad to say, you no longer seem to have the the ability to untie a simple knot or rip a piece of paper."
The Black Widow visibly blanched, this was far from encouraging news. "C-Can you help me Doctor?", she pleaded uncertainly.
He looked troubled. "I will do to you what I can", was his creative response "As things stand this is already very worrying. Let's try one final test. I understand you used to be a lethal markswoman. Did you bring any of your weopons with you?"
She blushed furiously, "I -I forgot them. Um, all of them"
"Another very worrying sign", he scowled. "I am sure you would not normally be so lackadaisical. He opened a drawer and pulled out his own sidearm, placing it on the desk right in front of her. "You will see a silencer has already been fitted, and it is already loaded. You will see the target in the middle of the wall behind me. Please shoot the target as close to the centre as you are able..."
"Of course Doctor, I'll do my best", she said obediently, and confidently reached for the weapon. She wondered if her aim may now be somehow impeded, but could get nowhere near that stage - she simply couldn't pick up the gun. As desperately as she concentrated, she could not force what felt like increasingly alien fingers to close on it effectively. She tried with both flipper-like hands, trying to scoop it up between them. Finally she managed to lift it from the desk and pull it to her chest, hoping to turn it around so as to aim it effectively. But the barrel caught in the webbing of her top and managed to embed itself deep in her cleavage. She couldn't get any sort of grip on it to retract it, and sank to her knees, hoping to knock it out against the corner of the table...
"MISS ROMANOFF" He shouted, and she froze like a deer caught in the headlights. "Stop right there, right now! You have a loaded weapon pointed at directly at your heart and you were about to start thumping the trigger against an inanimate object! I think we can safely say that your mastery of weapons is also a thing of the past"
The Black Widow was both white in shock, and blushing deep red in embarrassment at her ineptitude - and in front of the good doctor too! He seized the initiative, chipping away further at her diminishing self-confidence, and calmly grasped the gun, enjoying the moment at holding her fragile life in his hands. "Somehow, I don't think even your ability to dodge bullets would save even you in this situation Miss Romanoff, eh?"
The vulnerability of her situation was far from lost on Natasha; her life in someone else's hands was not a feeling that she liked one little bit. But the Doctor soon allayed at least some of her nervousness by calmly pulling the gun out, and putting it away. "If I may be so bold..." he ventured.
The once-ferocious Black Widow only smiled as the Doctor did for her what she knew she no longer could, unlacing her over-strained bustier, and locking it and her briefs away securely in his desk drawer, seemingly accepting that clothing was a privilege to which she was no longer entitled Released into the fresh air, her huge bust bounded playfully on her chest for a few moments as she awaited her next instructions.
"Miss Romanoff", he continued, delighting in treating her with faux-respect when she was in a far from respectable position. "You appear to have dispensed with any undergarments. Can you tell me why?"
"I-I", she started, searching her memory to little avail. "I don't know. I do sometimes go bra-less because I'm not really that 'big' a girl I think I had some knickers on this morning, but I'm not sure. Is anything wrong?"
"Yes my dear", he said in a voice equidistant between kindly and condescending. "I'm afraid this is more evidence that your mind and sound judgement has been rather scrambled. I think your lack of underwear and weaponry are related - almost as if you were being subconsciously influenced to place yourself in a vulnerable situation where you will find yourself in desperate need to protect your very virtue, but be completely unable to do so..."
"B-but", Natasha started, before nervously shushing herself as she was about to criticise the judgement of this helpful doctor.
"It's alright, my dear, you can speak", he said, delighted at how deferentially she was starting to treat him.
"Thank you Master, I mean Doctor", she said, only mildly surprised at her faux-pas. "But I'm a Superheroine! There's no way that I'd let any man do anything to me that I wasn't entirely happy about, with or without my guns or my panties..."
He rolled his eyes, incredulous as to how she regarded herself despite her perilous situation. "Miss Romanoff, please come and sit on my knee for a moment, I need to make sure you understand something..."
"Of course Doctor", she agreed, hurriedly placing her delectable and very nude frame in his lap before she may incur any displeasure, and placing her arms around his neck to steady herself - utterly failing to see any warning in the large truncheon she appeared to be sitting on.
"Miss Romanoff, I-I have to say that you fail to have a full grasp of your current situation", the delighted medic understandably struggling to maintain his composure. "At least some of your faculties have been removed, your very hands appear as affective as if they were wrapped in large woolly mittens. Even when offered a weapon, you were unable to make any functioning use of it rather than placing yourself in grave danger. Can you really afford to be confident that enough of your famed fighting prowess remains for you to be able to protect yourself against a foe with designs to cause you harm?"
He continued, curious to test out how unaware she was of her vulnerabilities. "Miss Romanoff, can you even trust your own mind to be aware of what is happening to you?" He couldn't resist, slipping a hand low down her tummy to gently ruffle her pubic hair. "If some nefarious villain was having terrible fun at your expense, would you even be aware of it?"
"Of course, Doctor", she said, her face displaying something that looked something akin to adoration. "But thank you so much for your concern. With you to look after me, I'm sure I'll be absolutely fine."
"Okay Miss Romanoff, let's have a closer look at those breasts", he said, brazenly cupping one in each hand.
"Of course Doctor, are they big enough for you?", the Black Widow smiled, coquettishly batting her eyelashes
"Indeed", he smiled back "They really are quite lovely, thank you. But we saw that when so many Superheroines were weakened and captured their first warning was when their bosom swelled dramatically, and this seemed to have a detrimental affect on their general fighting prowess." He kneaded them thoroughly as if searching for something; "These are very definitely bigger than they were when I last saw you. These appear to be completely natural. Did you notice when they changed?"
"Oh Doctor", she smiled brightly, "Thank you so much for noticing! You're a wonderful man for checking me out so thoroughly! Where would I be without you? Do they feel nice?" She paused, trying to focus on her original question, but unable to grasp the concept that her swollen breasts may be anything other than a blessing for her. "Would you like them to be bigger? I don't mind at all. In fact, I'd love a big strong Doctor like you do it for me", planting a sloppy kiss on his cheek.
"Miss Romanoff!" He said sternly, somehow succeeding in sounding professional despite not ceasing his brazen fondling for even a heartbeat. "I thank you for your attentions, you are indeed a most lovely young woman. But I worry about these breasts with a professional concern. Thank you, they may indeed be nice to the touch, but the fact they appear natural, but have expanded hugely overnight seemingly without you noticing really should be concerning you. I fear their size and weight can be doing you no favours in your balance. If you can no longer use any weaponry, your only real attacking potential is in hand-to-hand combat. Are you sure you are as formidable as you once were?"
"Doctor, I'm sure I can protect myself when I need to", Natasha smiled blankly, not really listening. "I'm a Superheroine! Bad men always think they can find ways to get their hands on us, but they never succeed. As if anyone could ever find a way to exploit and abuse me!?" She paused for just a moment before continuing helpfully; "Would you like to check my cunnie to see if anyone has done anything to me there?"
"Thank you, Miss Romanoff, you really are trying to be helpful." He saw no need to discourage her enthusiasm. "Why don't you bend down in front of me and see if you can still touch your toes? That way, I can see how limber you are and easily have a good look at things down there?..."
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