Black Widow: Her Own Game (Part 2)

Natasha snapped out her bracelet but Viper moved at the same time. Before the Avenger could get a dart off, the villainess’s whip coiled around her wrist and yanked her arm to the side, spoiling her shot.

Viper sprang and planted a kick into the Widow’s stomach before she could recover, drawing another grunt and knocking her back.

“Always with the darts,” the villainess said, “Don’t you have anything new?”

With her grip still on the whip, she yanked Natasha back like a yo-yo, staggering the heroine towards her for another kick, but the Widow wasn’t going to fall for the same trick either. The red-haired Avenger lunged with the tug and into the kick, throwing herself into a Muay Thai-style knee. SHIELD knee met Hydra shin with a crack that shot pain up and down the villainess’s leg.

“Yeah,” Natasha smirked, landing then launching a kick of her own, “Because bull whips are the latest thing.”

Viper grimaced, blocking the kick, but limped on her own damaged leg and gave time for her opponent to hammer her with another. Even though Viper blocked this one as well, the power of the Black Widow’s muscular leg knocked her back, and bruising her arms in the process.

“You fight dirty,” the villainess grinned, “I like dirty.”

Flicking the whip free of the heroine’s wrist, she danced back a few steps, waiting for the feeling to return to her toes.

“There’s no such thing as fighting dirty,” Natasha followed, “Not in this business.”

The duel continued, the two spies going punch for punch and kick for kick, but it wasn’t a kickboxing match. The two remained fairly close, Viper to avoid the Widow’s stingers and the Widow to avoid her opponent’s bull whip, but they looked for whatever openings they could to use small hidden weapons, slam each other into the containers, even move back toward their guns. This was a battle between two master assassins; there were no rules, just winning or losing.

For Natasha it was particularly tricky, as she continually had to fight off her opponent’s attempts to grapple with her. Several times Lady Viper tried to preoccupy her hands and plant another kiss to the Widow’s bare skin, whether to her cheek, chin, or even the back of her neck. The buzz of the first dose was only slowly beginning to fade and Natasha knew that much more exposure to the drug would separate her from her senses as fast as a blow to the chin. She couldn’t give Viper the chance.

Every time the villainess would move in for a kiss, she would receive a head butt or an elbow before the Widow fought away from her, but every time she would laugh, her green eyes lighting up with an excitement that wasn’t entirely sane.

“Is it me, or are you not fighting as hard as you can?” Lady Viper grinned, “Are you starting to wonder what it will feel like…?”

Natasha’s edge came in her equipment. While Viper had some shurikens, she had few other implements besides her whip and her pistol. Natasha’s belt carried a variety of weapons, from small explosives to tase-grenades to hologram projectors, not to mention the many functions of her bracelets. They could fire lanyards and their electric “stinger” darts, but also capsules that created floor slicks or a sticky gunk that could blind or trap a foot in place. She used everything she had to keep the villainess from getting too close, though she never managed to stop her entirely.

She bounced a tiny shape charge towards her opponent and Viper sprang back before it exploded, then had to put another container between them before she was hit by a Widow’s Sting. She darted behind it and flattened herself out, vanishing from Natasha’s sight.

“You’ve got a lot of toys,” the Hydra agent said from the other side of the container, “I can understand that. I like toys too.”

“I bet,” Natasha replied, circling around.

Deciding she’d had enough of the melee, the Avenger wheeled wide around her opponent’s cover, keeping her distance and both bracelets leveled. She’d keep Viper at distance, use her advantage in gear to make the Hydra operative dance to her tune, wear her down. It would force her to rush in, where Natasha would be ready for her.

It seemed like a solid strategy, except that when she rounded the container, Lady Viper was no longer there.

Narrowing her eyes, Natasha looked side to side. She hadn’t seen the woman leave cover. It was possible she’d run to another hiding place, but Natasha didn’t recall hearing her footfalls.

“I collect toys, you know,” Viper’s voice lilted to her, “It’s sort of a hobby of mine.”

Natasha looked towards the sound of the voice, but there was nothing there. Keeping her bracelets aimed and ready, she circled further and leaned to check behind several containers the villainess could have run to. No sign of her there either.

Her brow lowered, her normally smooth features complicated by a frown. It was like Viper had vanished. She knew how people with training could slip away unseen, she was an expert at it herself, but the way this happened made her hackles rise. There was something going on here beyond just being sneaky.

“I pick them up wherever I want,” Viper said, “At work, on my off time… anything that tickles my fancy.”

The villainess’s voice had come from Natasha’s left this time. She aimed her bracelets in that direction and backed away, quickly looking around herself as she did. She’d played this game enough times to know moving straight towards the sound or standing in place was a good way to wind up trapped.

“But I don’t just grab any old thing,” Viper’s continued, “They have to be special. I have a very discerning palette.”

Moving away, Natasha placed her back against a container and stayed still, focusing on her other senses. If she couldn’t see Viper, the best thing was to become invisible herself, wait for her opponent to make a mistake. The way she kept talking, it was only a matter of time before Natasha homed in on her voice or heard a footfall. Even the sound of her breathing would do.

But she didn’t hear anything other than the gentle hum of her container’s power source until Viper spoke again.

“They have to be handy… strong… definitely pretty. And they all have to have that one little thing that makes them remarkable.”

Viper’s voice sounded like it had come from everywhere that time. Natasha held her breath for a moment, turning head just enough to glance to her left.

A fist smashed into her jaw from her blindside. She saw a flash and was turned away by the blow, her attacker taking advantage of her turned back to drive another punch into her kidney, then kicking Natasha’s knee out.

Taken completely by surprise, the Black Widow could only grunt and gasp in pain, dropping to one knee, momentarily stunned. She shook off her daze quickly, but not before the person behind her unclipped the thigh straps on her pistol belt.

To retaliate, Natasha whirled to face her opponent, swinging a blow to clip Viper with her metal bracelet in the same motion.

But there was no one there. Natasha’s attack whistled through the air and missed entirely.

It wasn’t the most intelligent reaction, but the heroine turned to and fro, trying to find where her opponent had gone.

There was no sign of Viper anywhere. It was like Natasha had been blindsided by a ghost.

“What the hell…?” she growled, eyes darting around.

Viper’s voice came again, sounding like a breeze whispering through the forest of containment cylinders.

“I find them anywhere, but SHIELD has some very scrumptious larders. Especially the new agents,” she laughed gently, “So talented, but still so pure of intention and all so fit and cute. I can’t help it. I see the newest batch and fall in love every time…”

Shaking off the cobwebs, Natasha backed away, having to reassess the situation. It was clear she wasn’t dealing with pure stealth, but some kind of cloaking device. However, there was an answer for that. She reached into a pouch on her tool belt as she backed towards the nearest wall, still listening as intently as she could for the sounds of her rival.

“But you…” Viper purred, “The infamous Black Widow. You’re not just some pretty trinket. No, no, no… You don’t even belong with my other toys.”

Natasha withdrew a pair of silver goggles with red lenses, the smallest FLIR/infrared scopes in existence. She quickly put them on and everything turned to neon shades of blues, reds and yellows. Most things were a shade of dark blue, cold and lifeless, but the cylinders were highlighted red from the heat of their power source. The floor and ceilings were almost black, but the seams in the tiles were golden, her own arm a mixture of reds and oranges from her body heat, holding out the cold blue bracelet on her wrist.

But there was still no sign of Viper.

“You really think you can play this smoke and mirrors game with me, huh?” Natasha said to herself, backing towards the wall.

No sooner had she said this than her feet were kicked out from behind, throwing her legs up and knocking the wind out of her.

Lying on her back, she saw Viper standing over her, although barely. The Hydra agent didn’t light up like a warm body usually did and neither was she cold. She was more like a blur, blending in with everything behind her but for a slight distortion in the vague, curving shape of a female body.

“That’s sort of the point, Natasha,” the shape rounded at the hip as the villainess cocked it playfully, “To see who’s better at this game. Haven’t you ever wondered?”

The Black Widow rasped in a breath, then kicked up at the blur, managing to land a shot that made Viper stagger back. With more room to maneuver and at least a general idea of where her opponent was, the heroine flipped back to her feet and landed in a fighting stance.

“Not really,” Natasha offered Viper a cool grin, “I never considered you competition.”

“Mmm, confidence,” the villainess giggled back, “Let’s see what we can do about that.”

The duel began once more, Natasha snapping a kick at Viper’s face and missing entirely. She recovered her balance but was quickly struck to the stomach, then the cheek while she was vulnerable, then missed her retaliatory strike as well. Something hard, probably a knee, rammed into her gut once more, thrusting her well rounded rump backwards, then she was cracked across the temple and staggered away, retreating clumsily. She tried to regain the initiative, shake off the momentary obstacles, but her next attack was blocked and countered so easily it was clear her opponent had seen it coming. Her head was jerked toward her shoulder and she saw stars before another shot landed to her ribs, making her gasp in pain and crumple to that side.

It didn’t get much better from there. In high level hand to hand combat, controlling the distance and being able to read your opponent’s moves is paramount. Natasha couldn’t see Viper well enough to see precisely how far away the villainess was, how she was standing, holding herself, which foot was forward. They were all minor details, but they made all the difference in this sort of duel and it became very clear that’s the only advantage Lady Viper needed.

Natasha’s head was snapped back by a punch, then a kick sank into her stomach, right through the Avenger’s strong abdominals.

“Oolf!” she grunted, her hips driven back.

Thinking she at least had her opponent’s range, she threw a sweeping blow of her own, but missed and then had her leg kicked out from under her before she could recover. She sprawled and rolled back to her feet, looking for the blur that was Lady Viper, but not finding it. Before she could turn, she was blindsided by a kick that left her seeing double for a moment.

“Once we’re done with this, I’m definitely going to take you with me,” Viper cooed, “I can’t even imagine beating the brakes off the Black Widow and then leaving her here. I simply couldn’t bear it.”

Her head spinning, realizing she was in serious trouble, Natasha did something desperate. She grabbed at her belt, knowing she was in striking range but needing something to even the odds.

She’d only just grabbed what she’d needed when she was kicked in the head and staggered back.

“You might be the start of a new collection,” Viper said, “And with the vibranium…”

Before Natasha could recover her balance, she was grabbed by the wrist and yanked towards her enemy. With Viper in control of her arm, it was twisted over violently, forcing her to double over, arm bent at an awkward angle.

“AA-AGH!” the Black Widow cried out in frustration and pain.

“There’s all sorts of possibilities,” the villainess continued, ramming a knee into the heroine’s mid-section.

Natasha grunted, her struggles stopping momentarily as the air was knocked out of her lungs.

With the Avenger stunned, Viper took advantage and stepped around behind her, twisting her arm up behind her back.

Lady Viper pressed tight against the Black Widow’s back, forcing her to arch upright, pressing her breasts into the heroine’s shoulders.

“Once Hydra has the vibranium, we’ll have the power to take on superheroes head to head,” she lowered her lips towards the Widow’s throat, “And then the next one in my collection could be the Scarlet Witch… or Ms Marvel…”

Knowing she was in serious danger if Viper managed to press her lips to bare skin, Natasha grabbed at the green hair with her free hand to force the villainess’s head away.

Viper giggled, letting the Widow keep her mouth away, then reached around the heroine’s waist while both Natasha’s hands were preoccupied. She found the buckle to the heroine’s tool belt and unclipped it, enjoying jockeying for position.

“Oh, but don’t worry,” the villainess whispered, “You’ll always be my favorite.”

With that she stepped to the side and flipped Natasha to the ground with a Judo move, slamming the Avenger into the metal floor with another grunt of pain. The Black Widow banged her head in the process, jarred so violently she lost her grip on the items she’d grabbed from her belt, two white marbles, and they bounced away, clattering across the floor.

Standing over her, the Widow’s tool belt still in her hand, Viper paused to gloat.

“No more toys for you, Natasha.”

She threw the belt aside, tossing it well out of reach.

Resisting a groan of misery, Natasha tried to get up, only for a boot to press down on her throat, cutting off her air. She grabbed at it and tried to push it away, but she was tired and dizzy, the beating she was taking starting to take its toll. She tried grab Viper’s ankle and twist, but the moment she did the villainess pressed down harder, forcing her to give up the lock and push back before her trachea collapsed.

It didn’t take long before she was starting to feel light-headed, dark spots forming in her vision. Viper was pressing down in the right spot to partially choke off the arteries, making Natasha’s creamy complexion begin to turn pink, a small vein pressing out on her smooth forehead.

Natasha gritted her teeth and kicked her legs, trying to twist herself around, but Viper held her firm.

“Shhh…” the villainess tittered, “Just go to sleep, darling. There’s nothing wrong with a silver medal. I’m sure Director Fury and Captain America would understand.”

Natasha tried to aim her bracelet at Viper’s barely visible shape, but her vision was already so compromised she was almost sure she would miss.

“You’ll be very popular at Hydra headquarters,” Viper continued, “Just imagine all the attention you’ll get. I’m almost jealous…”

She might miss her invisible opponent, but Natasha knew there was one thing she couldn’t miss. She turned her bracelet towards the floor.

“You’ll be a little celebrity,” the villainess hissed, “You’ll even get your own—"

Natasha fired a Widow’s sting directly into the floor, then immediately arched as the charge rushed through the metal into her. It hurt, all her muscles locking up, breasts pressing up towards the ceiling as her body curled on itself, but the shock hit Viper too. The villainess grunted in surprise and went stiff, jumping up onto her toes before she teetered over to the floor like a fallen tree.

Both heroine and villainess clenched on the floor next to each other for several seconds. The wave of colored scales that had transformed Viper’s appearance earlier shivered over different parts of her sporadically, spots on her body becoming visible and invisible at random. Eventually her shapeshifting gave up altogether, her snake-like scales glittering back to visibility, leaving her jade-clad body writhing, her eyes wide and astonished.

When the charge in the dart ran out, both women slumped, panting, breasts heaving. Their muscles ached and their hearts were racing like they’d both sprinted until collapse. Even with the voltage spread out between the two of them, there was enough power in one of the Widow stings that it was another several seconds before they could try moving again.

“Wh… wh-what…” Viper rasped, grinning wildly, “A… r-rush…”

Having been somewhat prepared for the shock, as well as her suit providing a level of insulation, Natasha moved first, rolling over to clamber on top of the villainess.

Viper managed to get a knee up to keep herself from being mounted, then pushed away, sliding across the floor.

“Sorry…” she panted, stumbling back to her feet, “I like… being on top…”

“I’ll make… sure to…” Natasha climbed up as well, “tell your… prison… roommate.”

Neither woman made a move, watching the other, wary of making a mistake. The Black Widow had lost most of her tools and her bracelets only had one shot left, while Lady Viper’s shape shifting was on the fritz. They were too close a match to err; the first one to mess up would be the one who lost.

Slower, still tired from their shared electrocution, they circled, Viper wearing a sly grin while Natasha smirked back, her gaze cool and taunting.

“How did you get the containers open,” Natasha asked, “Without blasting?”

“I had little Sharon do it,” Viper replied, “She was nice and cooperative after a kiss. You will be too, just like all my little SHIELD agent playthings.”

The Black Widow’s full lips turned up a bit higher, her eyes narrowing.

“That’s your mistake, Viper,” she pressed a button on the inner side of her bracelet, “Thinking I’m a SHIELD agent.”

The button set off the remote explosive Natasha had placed on the portal. A dull boom sounded and the gray doorway that would have allowed the Hydra team back out of the room broke apart, vanishing like smoke blown away by a strong wind.

Viper saw her escape route vanish and her eyes widened. For a split second her attention was diverted.

The Black Widow kicked her in the face.

“I work for SHIELD. But I’m something else.”

Even as she slammed a fist into Viper’s stomach, then an uppercut to her chin when she doubled over, Natasha’s voice stayed cool, her icy expression only showing a twinkle of malicious pleasure. She punished her enemy with several hard blows all but unopposed before Viper could retaliate.

Natasha leaped into a flying knee, but the villainess blocked it with her forearms then planted her hands into Natasha’s chest and shoved her back. Using the space she created, Viper threw a spinning kick and drew her whip at the same time. When she finished her spin, she drew it high and cracked it with a wild grin.

“Lovely…” she hissed, “Show me…”

The whip raised again, coiling in the air, then brought it down, cracking it again forcing Natasha back.

The Avenger backed away carefully, watching her opponent and gauging her timing. If her bracelets had more charge left, she would have put half a dozen in the villainess’s chest, but with only one shot she couldn’t risk it. She had to wait for her moment.

“How much longer have you got in your diversion, Viper?” Natasha said levelly, “It might get a little hot for you in a few minutes.”

“I’ll think of something, don’t worry,” the villainess smiled back, “And I have a feeling this isn’t going to last much longer.”

She brought the whip up high and Natasha moved. Before it could come back down, she dove forward and rolled. The whip cracked behind her, missing, and the Black Widow came up into a crouch, pressing her fist into Viper’s stomach to dart her from point blank range.

Instead, she took a knee directly to the chin.

“UNH!” Natasha’s eyes rolled back and her arm went loose, stunned for an instant.

In that instant, Viper grabbed loose arm, bent it back at the elbow, and pushed Natasha’s fist under her own jaw, controlling the Avenger’s arm with both of hers. Then she held it there, for just a second, long enough for her opponent’s senses to return.

Natasha’s eyes came back into focus and then widened. She wasn’t given enough time to act, to defend herself or move, just enough to realize what had happened. To realize she’d been outdone. Her face went slack, she drew in a sharp breath either to cry out or simply gasp in horror.

Viper grinned into her shocked gray eyes.

Before the Black Widow could let out her breath, the villainess fired her own Widow’s sting into her neck.

Natasha snapped into a bow that could have been passion or agony, her head thrown back, breasts shoved out, back curling over. Her free arm shot to one side, her other arm flexing tight in Viper’s grasp, her legs straightening so she was halfway to standing. She looked like she had been frozen in the act of getting up, contorting herself in orgasmic fervor, mouth open wide in a silent scream.

Lady Viper took one look at the gaping, breathless look of shock on the Black Widow’s face, then burst into long, shrill cackles. She held her helpless opponent up, insulated from the shock by the Avenger’s own suit, and laughed while staring into the wide blue eyes. It was a mixture of triumphant excitement, taunting, and genuine mirth at seeing the normally poised, dry assassin looking so surprised. The laughter only got shriller and heartier as the superheroine continued to clench.

“Oh, Natasha!” she squealed with laughter, “The look on your face!”

The pealing laughter continued as the heroine’s eyes rolled back, her consciousness fleeing but her body still convulsing. Like so many others that had experienced her Widow’s sting, she was at the whim of the electricity coursing through her, her beautiful features strained and agonized even while Natasha herself was unable to feel the pain. It was somewhat eerie, like she was possessed, something else controlling her curving, well-trained body, toying with her out of pure malice.

“You can fight through it!” Viper’s eyes glittered, “Come on! Don’t give up! A little electricity can’t beat a mighty Avenger!”

There was no gentle wind down when the electricity finally stopped. One moment the current was rushing through her, making every muscle hard and tight, then the instant it died everything became soft and rubbery. Natasha’s free arm flopped down and bounced off her hip, both knees dropping to the floor while her head fell back to hang off her neck. Rather than a cry of heroic despair, there was only a whimper, a small cry that had been stifled by her clenched vocal chords and finally escaped as she slumped.

“Awww,” Viper moaned with false disappointment, even as she grinned, “I guess a little electricity CAN beat a mighty Avenger. So sad…”

Natasha made no reply, held up by her victorious opponent’s grip. Kneeling, she dangled from her trapped arm, reaching towards the floor, pouty lips ajar, porcelain features soft and peaceful after being clenched in a rictus. Her breasts heaved prominently, red hair falling from her face, body turned so her head leaned towards her shoulder, no longer a hero, no longer dangerous. A doll.

Lady Viper let her opponent dangle for a moment, enjoying the sight. The cold, sultry, deadly Black Widow, helpless and prostrated. But as defenseless as she was, the villainess didn’t consider beaten yet. She wouldn’t be defeated until Viper gave her that delicious finishing touch. And now she was ready.

She let go of Natasha’s arm with one hand and bent down to loop it around the heroine’s shoulders, supporting her limp upper body.

“Come on,” she whispered as she drew Natasha back to her feet, “Up we go… time for me to claim my reward…”

Viper stood, dragging her captive with her, looping her other arm around Natasha’s waist and letting the heroine’s arm flop down to join her other. She hugged Natasha to her chest, letting the once-strong legs buckle, drawing her prey closer into her clutches.

“Come to mama, Black Widow,” the villainess giggled, giving the Avenger a little squeeze.

Once upright, Natasha’s head fell forward, resting against the other woman’s shoulder, but Viper tilted her so it fell back again, mouth agape. She slipped her arm free of the limp spy’s shoulders, letting her swoon back over the arm around her waist. The position presented Natasha’s heaving chest and Viper looked her over, running her tongue over her teeth.

“You look a little hot, my dear,” she took the zipper of dark catsuit, “Let’s open this up… let you breathe a little…”

Viper dragged the zipper down, the tight suit spreading open to reveal creamy skin, the middle of a green satin bra, the grooves of a firm stomach, her navel. She was gleaming with perspiration and Viper smoothed her hand down the slippery surface, feeling over the taut stomach, then back up again, over the gossamer bra.

Natasha’s breasts were firm and round, abundant enough to make the costume strain across the chest. Viper slipped her hand beneath the zipper to palm over the plucky orb, exploring, stroking. She didn’t grab, she just touched, tasting; there would be plenty of time for a full meal later.

As Lady Viper let her hand roam, some of her men began to collect themselves, shaking off concussions and electrocution, looking around and trying to figure out the last thing they remembered. A few of them glanced over to see the Black Widow in their leader’s grasp and blinked, unsure if their eyes deceived them.

Whether it was her Red Room serum or simply because she was hardier than the others, Natasha groaned and began to stir too, her eyelashes fluttering. She wasn’t conscious enough to remember what had happened, but enough to feel all the aches of her body, her head throbbing and spinning.

Viper’s hand smoothed over Natasha’s shoulder to her neck, her lips turning up as the heroine began to awaken.

“Poor spider…” she cooed, “So many cramps and boo boos. You probably feel like one big bruise.”

“Nhh…” Natasha managed to open her eyes. She stared uncomprehendingly at the sharp, beautiful face in front of her, mouth ajar. She knew something was happening but her thoughts were a mess.

Viper stroked over the woozy heroine’s brow, petting her hair straight back.

“You’ve had such a hard afternoon,” she grinned, leaning closer, “But don’t worry. I have something that will make it all better.”

Her fingers took a gentle grip on the soft red locks and lifted the Avenger’s limp head, drawing closer, eyes glittering. Natasha blinked at her, confused, struggling to focus her eyes on the face before her, so close their noses almost touched.

“You lose, Black Widow,” Lady Viper whispered against the heroine’s lips.

Then green lips pressed against the heroine’s, capturing them before she could cry out.

A moment too late, Natasha realized the danger she was in. She was still weak but she tried to fight, trying to turn her face away from the kiss, only to be held tight by her hair. Her hands came up to paw at Viper’s shoulders and arms, still too frazzled to come up with a plan other than to push away.

“NNH… MRHH!” Natasha cried in indignation and fear, twisting her hips in a feeble attempt to escape.

Viper just pressed tighter, a grin turning her lips up even as she kissed, hugging her prey closer by her waist. She loved it when they struggled. And they all struggled… at first.

Natasha’s mind raced as she drew close to panic, her eyes growing wider, chest heaving against her attacker’s. A tingle was spreading from her lips, filling her head with warm cotton and a delicious throb. She had lost most of her equipment, her bracelets were dry and her struggles were getting more clumsy by the second, but she had to do something! If she couldn’t free herself, she would be entirely incapacitated and Viper would have her.

In sheer desperation, she tried to hit at Viper’s shoulder, beating at it with a closed fist. She tried to pull at the villainess’s hair, but she was so weak the silky fibers slipped through her fingers.

Viper giggled gently, nuzzling deeper. As the drugs took hold, she could feel the Widow’s hard body becoming soft and pliable. It was always that way. Everything hard and tight as they fought and then nice and squishy when they gave in.

A few of the Hydra agents watched, fascinated at the little struggle, the legendary Black Widow flailing and squirming. They’d seen Viper do this before, but something about it was different this time. It may have been their daze, but it seemed somehow pivotal, the end of an epic clash between two unstoppable forces, the inevitable finale where one had to break.

Natasha’s eyes lost their focus and her struggles grew half-hearted. She smacked feebly at Viper’s shoulder, arms growing heavy, balance wavering. All her pains were fading, the throbbing pleasure filling her up and wiping them away. It frightened her. She had to stop the kiss, give herself the antidote… she had to fight… she had to…

And then it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered.

“Mmmhhh…” Natasha moaned in release, letting her eyes close.

Nothing mattered but the warmth flowing through her body, the feel of Viper’s hand, the touch of her lips. She wanted the feeling to fill her and never go away, regretted every moment of her life she hadn’t been feeling this. This pleasure was more important than anything, even lift itself. She couldn’t remember why she’d ever tried to resist it at all.

Natasha’s arms fell to her sides, her body relaxing, letting the wonderful feelings swallow her up.

The instant she felt the Widow’s body melt in her arms, a thrill lanced up Viper’s spine, a primal fervor burning in her gut. It was the feeling of a hunting lioness when her prey stops struggling, triumphant and ready to feed.

She squeezed the vanquished Widow, pressing against her mouth with a sharp inhale of excitement. Natasha’s lips were open and she plunged in, tongue stabbing, tangling, forcing the heroine’s mouth wider with her own. She turned her head and shoved deep, rasping sharp breaths through her nose, exploring, claiming. There was no affection to the kiss, more like Viper was trying to swallow the very air from her prey’s lungs, or even her soul.

Viper’s hand groped from Natasha’s waist to the seat of her catsuit, firm and tight but unable to complete protect the protruding shapes beneath. She pressed hard, capturing as much of the rounded peach as she could, then sank her fingers in, pulling, grinding the hips against her own.

This time Natasha’s hands stayed limp at her sides, fingers curled.

Only encouraged by her prey’s submission, she growled and squeezed, telling the Avenger without speaking that this was hers now. She owned it and she would take it. Hers.

Natasha made no protest.

The Hydra agents continued to watch as the seconds ticked by, their boss devouring her latest captive with great aplomb, the wet smacks of the kisses the loudest sound in the room. Gradually as their gathered their wits, they began to shift nervously and decided to begin collecting their gear. They already had most of the vibranium and knew their time was limited but were more afraid of Viper than they were SHIELD agents; no one wanted to interrupt the boss.

The second-in-command of the operation finally stepped closer to the entangled pair, keeping his distance and clasping his hands behind his back, waiting to be noticed.

Viper’s hand roamed across Natasha’s butt, from one full globe across the taut not-leather to the other, squeezing again while she captured and sucked on the heroine’s bottom lip. The once-deadly heroine’s rump was perfectly shaped and swollen, but soft and moldable in Viper’s palm. The Black Widow’s beauty had been a weapon in itself, but now it would be repurposed to suit Viper’s desires. She couldn’t wait.

Viper’s second shifted his feet and looked away, feeling like a voyeur.

“My lady…”

Viper broke the kiss and drew back, looking into the heroine’s eyes.

Natasha looked like she’d been kissed silly. Her serious features were now soft and sleepy, eyes open but lidded, the blacks of her pupils almost swallowing the gray, mouth ajar. Her lips were redder than they had been, puffy from the intense kissing, even pouted like she hoped for more. She slowly blinked, gaze never meeting Viper’s eyes, her mind now on a different wavelength from reality.

“No one escapes my coils, Black Widow,” Viper whispered, “Not even you.”

The second-in-command cleared his throat.

“My lady, we’ve collected the vibranium,” he said, “But the Black Widow destroyed the two-way transporter. The attack is in its last stages. We’re out of time.”

Viper’s gaze never left Natasha’s drug-addled face, but she responded.

“So hasty…” she smiled, “I think we can spare a few more minutes. Open all the containers and collect everything.”

Viper’s second paused as he moved to obey the order, his expression hesitant. He opened his mouth, but Viper talked over him before he could protest.

“With the Black Widow out of the equation, we have a delicious new opportunity,” she grinned into Natasha’s bleary gray eyes, “And I need seven minutes to prepare our new escape plan. With a little help,” she finally turned to regard the man, “Make sure not to forget my other toy. I don’t want her left behind.”

The man nodded, gave the Hydra salute and moved away to relay the orders.

The rest of the Hydra agents were uncertain only for a moment before they began doing as they were told. Viper had never led them astray before and they would receive a worse punishment for disobedience than if they were captured by SHIELD regardless. Using the key code they’d gotten from their other prisoner, they opened the other containers. Inside there were bits of alien technology, Asgardian magical items, as well as other things that seemed fairly harmless in comparison. It was all loaded up into black duffel bags and zipped up tight, whether the men recognized its use or not.

As his men took care of the rest, Viper’s second made his way to a different container and keyed in the code. Once the security measures had been dealt with, the cylinder’s outer shell sank into the floor, revealing a hollowed-out interior with shelves to store vibranium. The shelves were empty, the vibranium removed earlier, but the agents had used this container to store something else they’d picked up during the mission.

“Hello, sleeping beauty,” the Hydra operative sneered.

Against the shelves, upright but utterly limp, rested agent Sharon Carter wearing nothing but her pink bra and underwear. Her eyes were lidded and vacant just like Natasha’s, head nodded towards one shoulder, hands still manacled behind her back, but shoulders pushed in by the confines of the container, pressing her breasts together. She wore a clear plastic mask that fed her oxygen, a common accessory for drugged Hydra prisoners, so they could be stuffed in various places for ease of transport.

With the close quarters of the cylinder having supported her, when the outer shell sank into the floor she buckled then slumped forwards. The Hydra agent caught her before she fell.

“Time to take a little trip, honey,” he gathered her up.

He easily lifted the blonde girl up, then flopped her over his shoulder, giving her panty clad rump an encouraging pat.

“Pretty SHIELD agents always fly first class with us,” he carried her toward the rest of the loot, “You get your very own duffel bag.”

As agent Carter had her travel arrangements taken care of, Viper smiled at Black Widow, stroking the woman’s cheek.

“Oh, Natasha,” she cooed, “That was so much fun, wasn’t it?”

Even the light touch made Natasha’s eyes widen slightly, her lips parting in almost orgasmic bliss. It wasn’t that she didn’t understand what was happening, she was simply beyond caring. There was nothing more important than the touch to her cheek, the warmth of Viper’s body, her delicious lips.

She mewled and Viper grinned crookedly.

“I know…” the villainess comforted her, “You’re just a bundle of feelings now. It’s such a pleasant way to make my prey more cooperative.”

She took the collar of the Widow’s snug suit and worked it over her shoulder, exposing a bra-cupped breast. Natasha sighed at the feeling of the air on her bare skin.

“You’re going to be helping us exfiltrate this place, Natasha,” Viper said as she worked the heroine’s suit off, “I’ll need your clothes and toys and a few command codes. You don’t mind, do you?”

The Black Widow just smiled faintly as her victorious enemy clasped her breast.

“There’s a good spider,” Viper giggled, “Now… let’s make you more comfy.”

* * *

It was shortly after the last of Hydra’s helecraft was destroyed that Nick Fury received his report from the Black Widow.

“Boss, Widow.” Natasha sounded tense, “It was a setup. There’s explosives on the left main engine turbine. Am in pursuit.”

“Acknowledged. Sending a team to the turbine.”

Fury pointed at Agent Hill, who nodded and hurried away with a tact team.

“How many, Agent Romanov?” he continued, “Were they after what we suspected?”

“It’s just Lady Viper,” Widow responded, “But she got everything. Be advised, she has a cloaking capability, barely even shows up on FLIR. No sign of Agent Carter. Gathered a team to help me sweep. Moving towards the shuttle bay.”

“Acknowledged,” Fury said, “Keep me informed.”

The channel switched off and Fury returned to brooding over the day’s events. The attack had been misdirection, as he suspected, but an expensive misdirection. If Hydra had been willing to sacrifice that much hardware, it meant they needed the vibranium for something big. Something more powerful or more important than squadrons of fighter jets and the equivalent of several destroyer class ships.

While the director of SHIELD pondered what that could be, something else nagged at him. Some part of this situation didn’t add up. It felt like a piece was missing, that he wasn’t seeing the whole picture. But he couldn’t put his finger on why…

* * *

Any SHIELD personnel the Black Widow and her team encountered on their way to the shuttle bay stepped aside to let them pass or only gave cursory security checks. As a level six SHIELD agent, Natasha could access anything on the ship that she wanted and she responded with the correct pass codes. If it had been anyone else short of Director Fury or Agent Hill, they might have questioned why her team was carrying several black duffel bags and had strange silver backpacks, but she was the Black Widow. Whatever she was doing was well above their paygrade and she seemed to be in a hurry.

The group reached the shuttle bay, commandeered a Quinn jet, and took off even as they loaded up. The last several agents on the Widow’s team had to run after it, toss their equipment in and climb up before they were left behind.

Their vehicle left the bay with its ramp still open, the Black Widow framed in the hatchway, her red hair being whipped around her face by the high-speed winds. She cocked her hip, offered a jaunty wave to the watching SHIELD agents, then thumbed the button of a small remote control.

The Helecarrier’s left main engine turbine exploded. Everyone in the shuttle bay was thrown off their feet as the massive ship lurched to one side, alarms blaring.

The Black Widow left the ramp open, watching the Helecarrier list then slowly begin to lose altitude. Fire and smoke trailed from its left side as it turned then slowly began to right itself, the other engines struggling to compensate. But it continued falling slowly, inexorably through the clouds, with the same awesome spectacle of a ship sinking to the bottom of the sea.

Natasha grinned crookedly, the Helecarrier growing smaller as her craft sped away. Once it vanished through the clouds she turned aside and let one of her men close the ramp. It’s possible the massive SHIELD ship could limp away with one of its main engines destroyed, even with all the damage it had already received in the battle. It would take everything the ship had, but maybe it could at least manage to land rather than smashing to the earth and exploding in a fireball. She wished them luck.

Her men were discarding the SHIELD uniforms they’d “borrowed” from the agents guarding the containment area and were all grins, slapping fives and bumping fists. They were home free now, with everything they’d been after and then some. A perfect mission.

As she passed her second, a shiver of colorful scales flickered across her. Her hair grew long and shining green, features more angular and sharper.

“Make sure we’ve killed the low-jack on this thing,” Viper told her man, “I doubt anyone’s bothering to track us right now, but better safe than sorry.”

“Already on it, boss,” the man grinned.

Viper took one of the duffel bags and carefully lifted it with both arms. Once again showing her surprising strength, she set the burden it had taken two of her agents to carry onto her shoulder.

“I’ll be in the cabin doing my debriefing,” she strode towards said destination, “Make sure everyone’s aware that disturbing me will result in a painful death.”

Viper didn’t check to make sure he’d heard. She pushed through the cabin door and closed it behind her, locking it before carrying the duffel bag to a small triage table that had been setup. She lay the bag carefully down then drew down the zipper with an eager smile.

Inside, the real Natasha Romanov blinked as the lights of the cabin reached her. The bag was opened to reveal the super spy had been stripped to her black, satin bra and panties, an oxygen mask just like the one Agent Carter sported placed over her mouth and nose. She breathed steadily, eyes unfocused, not seeming to mind that she had spent the last fifteen minutes as luggage.

After a moment, as she was drawn out of the bag, allowed to sit up, she recognized Viper. It was the one who made her feel good. The one that controlled the delicious pleasure she yearned for.

Viper sat her up, looping an arm around her shoulders to keep her upright then scooped her other arm under Natasha’s knees to lift them out of the bag as well.

Natasha sighed at the contact, wanting to beg for more but not knowing what to say. She struggled for a moment, finding it wonderfully hard to focus, before finally coming up with something to direct the other woman’s attention to her.

“H-hi…” she said, her voice dreamy and soft, belonging to someone completely different from the cunning Black Widow.

Viper chuckled gently, slipping the mask from the drugged woman’s face.

“Hello, Natasha,” she cooed, “You’re on your way to Hydra headquarters now. But we have some time to play before we get there…”

She rewarded Natasha by tickling her fingertips down the heroine’s chest, a hint of the wonderful feelings coming her way.

Natasha crooned and closed her eyes but opened them again when Viper cupped her cheek.

“I’m going to march you in there naked,” the villainess giggled, “It’s going to be quite the morale booster. But first… I have lots of questions about SHIELD, the Avengers, the Red Room. And you’re going to tell me everything, aren’t you?”

Natasha moaned as Viper drew little circles on her tummy, staring into the villainess’s eyes with vapid adoration.

“The sooner you answer, the sooner I can give you what you need,” Viper’s eyes narrowed, her fingers sneaking towards Natasha’s underwear, “And you want that… don’t you?”

The Black Widow shuddered, all of her training as well as her sharp mind completely overcome. There was only one thing she wanted now and only one person who could give it to her.

“Yes…”

Viper leaned closer, grinning.

“So what are you going to tell me, Natasha.”

The Widow responded without thinking, “Everything… anything… you want…”

“Mmmm… and who do you belong to?”

“I belong…” Natasha smiled, “To you.”

Her reward was another kiss. She melted into it, letting everything go, all her defenses, inhibitions, even dignity. When Viper drew back, her only concern was having more.

“The Black Widow, beaten at her own game… mmmm…”

She drew her tongue along Natasha’s jaw before staring into the dull gray eyes.

“Let’s begin…”