A Widows Legacy Ch 01

Cast in a deep red light a group of women practiced strike after strike, their bodies moving in perfect harmony; each Widow spurred on by an overpowering desire.

Strutting along their ranks a Mistress barked orders, watching on as they found each alluring new pose. Reaching for a girl she kicked her foot whilst tilting her chin; ensuring the young Widow's posture was up to the high standards of the Red Room. Passing another she casually slapped the girl's toned ass, enjoying asserting her dominance over these sexy assassins.

Finally satisfied with their drills, the Mistress returned to the front of the class: "Zanoor zedichenn!"

Pausing mid-command, the brunette reconsidered her phrasing before repeating:

"Zanoor zedichenn!"

Eyes rolling the brunette forgave her own small mistake; after all Russian was not her native language. Watching on the domineering woman held her tongue as they dutifully followed her command; enjoying herself as the Widows disrobed:

Removing their suits, the girls showed no signs of embarrassment as they stripped, oblivious to their intimidating surroundings and each other's blank faces. Peeling back the leather from their chests, one by one they released their curves from tight confinement; rows of beautiful breasts bursting free.

Gradually revealing more and more flesh; each of their forms was exposed to the deep red light. Costumes falling around ankles, the Widows straightened up, hands crossed behind their backs. Not one showed the slightest modesty as they stood at attention, naked bodies now on full display.

Beaming back at her compliant slaves the Mistress strutted along the nearest row, observing each body in turn.

Choosing a Widow at random the Dom took in her sweet features, huge brown eyes, full pouting lips. Stepping forward she captured that mouth in a bruising kiss, taking immediate possession.

Not holding back or wasting time on childish foreplay the brunette tasted her subject, tongue delving between pliant lips. Enjoying this subservience, the Mistress indulged in a full minute of dominant firefly before finally pulling away. Standing perfectly still the girl barely reacted, expressing all the feeling of a blow-up doll.

Wiping her mouth the aggressive woman chose a different tact, grasping the girl's chest she took those fleshy orbs in hand, giving each a good squeeze before sharply pinching and twisting unsuspecting nipples. Glazed eyes staring directly ahead, again she elicited no reaction from the slack girl. Perfect discipline; just as was expected of a brand-new Widow.

Moving along to the next girl the Mistress focused her attention on a new erogenous zone.

Delving deeper the brunette's fingers danced over this girl's hip before one hand dipped between her slender legs. Not breaking eye contact she smirked; the young Widow still showing no reaction even as she squeezed a digit between her virgin lips and curled them into her snatch; using experienced precision to stroke at those vulnerable insides.

Slipping her hand free the striking brunette looked at her digits; sharp blue eyes examining her dry hand. Intense stimulation and yet the girl hadn't moved a muscle. Stepping around her mannequin the Mistress continued to probe her coldly, fingers eventually cupping the girl's rear.

Prying apart those perfect cheeks, the instructor ran the pad of her finger over a tight vulnerable rosebud to finally elicit a human reaction:

"Unngh!!"

Twitching the unsuspecting Widow gasped, finally breaking under this latest invasion. Eyes sparkling with red fireworks, the girl panted for breath; possessed by a sudden inexplicable desire that overrode her extreme discipline. Anonymous fingers twisting ruthlessly into her behind, her asshole pulsed around them, sensation overcoming that robotic veneer.

Glancing nervously around at her sisters the girl bit her lip, cognisant for the first time since entering the Red Room. Attempting to suppress her reaction she pressed her thighs together. Nevertheless, cream dripped down between those trembling legs.

All around her Widows began to react: Nostrils flaring, one by one they took in the smell of her arousal and the pheromones within; each becoming similarly ensnared by inexplicable lust.

Sensing blood in the water, the manipulative Mistress tugged her fingers free with a soft pop, backing away from the group:

"Aton Schlotsk!"

Immediately the Widows broke formation to reach the compromised girl.

Overcome by powerful lust, the Widows pounced on their aroused little sister.

Passionately embracing they feasted upon her flesh; mouth after mouth latching onto exposed skin. Collapsing onto the training mats they mercilessly descended upon her; a huge orgy erupting within the dark confines of the Red Room.

Maria Hill beamed as the Widow disappeared beneath a pile of naked limbs and sumptuous curves, watching on for several minutes as they devolved into a seething pile of flesh.

All too aware she could not get caught up in their desire the powerful brunette grudgingly departed from the chamber, locking the door behind her: The Red Room's new Mistress would allow the orgy to play out until it reached its climatic conclusion.

Satisfied with her experiment Maria took a moment to compose herself; These new Widows were even better than Romanoff! Strutting proudly along the hallway the brunette considered her next move:

Aligning herself with the Russians had made sense. Of course, Maria had always known of their influence on the world stage and in the power vacuum left first by the fall of SHIELD and then the Avengers, these floating halls now contained the most deceptive power on Earth; women. And in the murky world of espionage switching sides was simply the best way to survive...

Reaching the research lab Maria typed in a code before stepping over the threshold. Within the clinical space a row of naked young Widows were aligned. Each kneeling on separate cots, the assassins kept their heads bowed, waiting compliantly for the brunette to issue a command whilst their Doctor stepped forward to address her:

"So what do you think of the new batch??"

"Better than expected." Cold blue eyes scanning the compliant girls Maria turned back to Helen Cho:

"I want double the dosage for these new ones."

Raising an eyebrow the Asian woman lifted her chart to show Maria:

"But Vostokoff's figures suggest that high levels of saturation could make them sexually unstable-"

Maria snorted derisively: "-Doesn't that 'Scientist' do all her experiments on Pigs??"

"Well yes..." Helen admitted, "But Dreykov wanted spies not sluts!" Glaring Maria advanced slowly on the Doctor:

"Really?? Because last time I checked I was the one who presided over the most successful Black Widow in history! And it wasn't her skill with a baton that made her a master manipulator." Reaching for the nearest subject, Maria stroked the girl's placid face:

"Besides... Dreykov has been dead for years."

Shrinking the Doctor bit her tongue, quickly back peddling:

"Apologies; oh-of course you have full authority. But some of these subjects; they won't all be capable of sustaining neuronal hormone balance with that high a dosage. Most will... overreact... Become nymphomaniacs!!"

Maria smirked: "Sounds fun to me."

The Doctor nodded reluctantly, turning back to her subjects so she could begin work, Maria watching on as Helen stepped along the row of girls to prepare them for her synthesised compound.

Grasping 6 identical bags bloated with red fluid, Helen patiently hung each from a metal stand behind the naked assassins and attached a line.

"Assume the position," Helen stated simply.

One by one the row of girl's descended onto their hands and knees, each arching their backs to give full access to their exposed nether regions. Still raised upon their cots in this position, Helen now had a perfect view of their presented rears.

Picking up a tube of lubricating jelly, Helen squeezed out a dab onto her finger and worked it between one of the Widow's cheeks, finally reaching her taught asshole.

"Nnnngh..."

Whimpering, nevertheless the anonymous girl acquiesced to her anal invasion: keen to impress the Mistress standing before them.

Moving along the line Helen lubed each of the girl's assholes one by one before finally moving onto the next stage: working a thick medical nozzle into all 6 of their assholes.

Still young and inexperienced the Widows struggled to take the plug the Doctor worked into their behinds. Each held still; ready to take their medicine.

Quickly opening each bag in turn, the Doctor stood back to watch as the red fluid spiralled downwards into the girls' rears.

Immediately each Widow felt the strange concoction flow inward, the red chemical spraying deep into their colons. At first feeling strange they reacted bravely; accepting the tingling heat that began to transform them from the inside out.

The bags were hung high above to create an insistent pressure, helping the Widows to ingest the mysterious formula the Doctor had prescribed. And to fully saturate the Widows they would have to take 2 quarts of the serum; completely saturating the young women.

"Boz Moi..."

"Mmmmm!!!"

Biting her lip, one girl moaned as another swore in Russian; despite all their training, none of the Widows had been prepared for this treatment. And there was still plenty more formula to go.

Feeling uncomfortably full none of the girls would disobey their orders, beginning to sweat as their bellies bloated from the internal pressure.

"Anyone need the toilet??" Maria asked sarcastically; I won't stop you..."

None responded, discipline and training outweighing their physical discomfort. Nonetheless they looked to each other, nervously gazing left and right to commiserate as the treatment continued.

Soon sharp cramps shot through their bowels, one Widow clutching her stomach. The slimmest of the group, the girl struggled on valiantly as she swelled outward.

"Zhopa!"

Seeing the suspended bags finally deflated Helen sighed in relief; they had made it through the first phase; two quarts of the concentrated formula now inside each of the Widows.

Watching on Maria nodded, allowing the Doctor to remove each of the nozzles.

Shuddering, each girl mewled pathetically as they held onto the liquid within; each ass trembling from the strain, desperate for relief. Grunting, the disciplined Widows fought to follow through with their very personal mission. Helen braced herself; the next phase would inevitably break some of these girls.

Allowing time to pass the Doctor waited patiently for the drug too saturate their systems; those that could absorb the payload would become exactly what Maria's perfect nymphomaniac manipulator.

Along the row all the Widows were becoming desperate. Glancing sideways at each of other, their eyes were frightened, sweat dripped from their naked bodies, their muscles clenching and loosening as the formula took hold. Soon the girls devolved into desperate animals as a new side effect took hold:

Surprised by a sudden inexplicable heat spreading from their nethers, the Widows were powerless to resist as overpowering signals permeated their confused brains, lust! Unable to comprehend this pleasure alongside their pain, they endured cramps from their gurgling tummies alongside shocks of arousal that made their pulses quicken.

Sharing this insane humiliation, the girls began to mewl, hormonal energy saturating their systems; the chemicals within transforming their tortured bodies.

Overcome an Asian Widow flexed against her cot, rolling onto her back in anguish.

Scrutinising this development, Maria indifferent blue eyes widened as the last girl still on her knees reached over to her friend, the blonde leaning down to caress her tummy, hoping to relieve her. Compassion? From a Widow?!

However good her intention this nurturing action had an unexpected side effect; the barest contact causing the dilapidated widow an immediate hormonal reaction:

Orgasming hard the girl spasmed; shaking her cot as she came repeatedly. Squirting up the way she had soon coated her bloated belly in her own juices.

Watching this erotic display another Widow soon followed; unexpectedly erupting and spraying the cot before fingering herself. All concern for discipline forgotten she desperately sought more relief.

Hissing and howling the others began to fail, lust overwhelming their systems before the retention procedure was complete. Masturbating furiously, it was clear that these Widows would be unable to adjust to their new physiology and increased libido.

Noting which of the Widows had been overcome, Helen looked down on the two remaining; a waifish blonde and a toned brunette still valiantly suppressing the urges that were transforming their nervous systems.

"Hmm... which of these two is more likely to succeed??" Maria asked, looking between the girls.

"Well obviously subject 5 over here is the more likely candidate," Helen replied patronisingly. Stepping behind the toned brunette she began to explain:

"You see physical strength aids in the chemical saturation process- Urrghhh!!"

Suddenly bursting; the brunette cut the Doctor off:

Spraying Helen with her own formula the Widow's bowels gave way; enema gushing out of her perfect behind like a waterfall and stunning the horrified Doctor.

Helen gasped as was soaked; attempting to cover her face as she was sprayed in the mouth.

Enjoying her humiliation Maria snickered as Helen moaned: "Taste of your own medicine Doctor?"

"Ha Ha..." Wiping her eyes Helen scowled back at the brunette.

Now with only one girl left standing, or kneeling as was the case, the Blonde Widow began to level out. Secretly surprised Maria studied the subject carefully; the compassionate one... interesting.

Checking her readings on a nearby monitor Helen was similarly impressed; given this level of chemical saturation the girl had shown impressive resilience to both anal expansion and hormonal overload. Left shivering, naked and befuddled however, the blonde seemed less enthusiastic about her prospects; literally transformed into a new breed of Widow.

Maria looked down on the girl: "So who do we have here?"

Picking up her form Helen scanned a confidential document her eyes widening in amazement:

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you..."

Taking the file Maria read the name:

"Of course... sub-mission runs in the family..."

Leaning over the cot Maria tilted the blonde's chin, looking into the girl's glazed red eyes:

"When I'm done with your ass 'Yelena Belova', you'll be a bigger whore than your sister!"