This story is set after the events of the Black Widow movie and features the characters Yelena Belova and Maria Hill from the MCU.
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Grumbling to a halt the battered truck reached its final resting place. Stepping out the driver brusquely opened the passenger door; her fluffy pooch bounding out into the wilderness:
"Come on Fanny!"
Dappled light shone through the foliage as they walked amongst the trees; illuminating her way through the thick brush. Contrasting greatly with her natural surroundings, the blonde's chequered yellow ensemble emphasised her newfound freedom.
Watching the dog skitter onward and disappear into the bushes however, Yelena Belova couldn't bring herself to smile; emotionally preparing herself for her next mission.
Reaching the clearing Yelena stepped gingerly between gravestones to reach the small memorial:
NATASHA ROMANOFF
AVENGER. SISTER. FRIEND
Suppressing the feelings that threatened to swell within her, Yelena knelt by the stone; distracting herself by tidying up trinkets.
Bending over to adjust a teddy bear, the blonde's chequered pants stretched over her plump behind; fabric straining around her full cheeks. Eyes on the ground, Yelena was oblivious to the eyes resting on her rear.
Of course Natasha would never be buried; the Black Widow's resting place remained a mystery. This shallow marker was just for those left behind. Of course such indulgences made no difference to the dead: Yelena was Russian and sentimentality was more of a Western philosophy. At least, that was what she told herself...
Leaning against the stone Yelena paused; resting her forehead against the cold hard granite.
Closing her eyes Yelena whistled three discordant notes; a greeting signal that would never be reciprocated.
Blinking back tears she suppressed her feelings once more; quickly standing to face the headstone. Experiencing this loss had definitely made Yelena a harsher person. But what else could she do? Beyond this feeble gesture how could she honour a loved one with Natasha's very particular set of skills??
Accept for a few minor slip ups Yelena had tried to avoid triggering sexual situations, mainly keeping to small reconnaissance missions. Of course things with the Bishop girl had gotten a little out of hand... sometimes you aim to miss and inevitably hit the Bullseye.
Yelena sighed, brushing the dirty from her hands as she stood over the fake grave: of course she was trying to be the woman Natasha had wanted her to be. But in reality there was always a harsher mistress... ghosts that would never stay buried.
Hearing the crunch of footsteps through the leaves behind her Yelena shook her head; the Widow's true opponent had finally arrived.
Approaching the memorial the woman stood beside her, taking only a moment before announcing herself:
"Uh-hmph! My condolences."
Not bothering to look at her would-be owner, Yelena growled:
"Vaut are you doing here??"
Raising an eyebrow, the statuesque brunette smirked down at the girl beside her:
"Paying my respects. Trust me I didn't come to the Midwest for sightseeing."
"You never respected my sister."
"True. But she had her uses... just like you."
Gritting her teeth Yelena turned to glare at the intruder: Maria Hill returning her gaze with an icy smile. Dressed in all black, the Dom's dark wardrobe was just as sinister and unreadable as you would expect from the former Director of SHIELD.
"I don't do that."
"Don't you?" Maria clucked doubtfully: "I heard about that little mission in New York Belova; Seducing an heiress on behalf of her own mother? Just to get the Mob off their back?! What would Natasha think??"
Yelena scowled guiltily:
"Dat vaus for her own good! And I needed the money-"
"-Then work at 7-11!" Maria exclaimed, "Unless... maybe you like the skillset I gave you?"
Scoffing at the sardonic brunette's brazen implication, Yelena shook her head:
"Everything I hate about myself came from you."
"Actions speak louder than words Belova. Either way; you stepped into MY territory in New York. Didn't you think there would be consequences??"
Glaring down at her Yelena held her ground against Maria. After all this sociopathic brunette didn't own sex! Faced with that dominant resolve that had broken so many however, the blonde bit her tongue; a mastermind like Hill definitely had a trick up her sleeve:
"Not here..."
"Here's as good a place as any. If anything it seems fitting that your sub-missions should start where hers... ended."
"Suka!" Yelena growled, doubling down on bravado. Squaring off against the vicious woman, the blonde cracked her knuckles: "Counter-offer; I kick your stuck up ass?!"
Shaking her head Maria chuckled; genuinely amused by the stubborn girl's impudent response. As if Belova alone could change what she had been planning? Maria made her! Moulded her into the perfect tool for sex. And now finally she would show this girl her purpose:
Bracing herself Yelena was on edge; Natasha and Milena had shown her a different path! Taught her to resist the same tricks that had subjugated them. So why did Maria think she could just convince her to submit?!
"Its time Yelena."
"Time for vaut?!"
"Time for you to join your sisters..."
"My sestra??"
Hearing a rustling from the forest Yelena balked, wide green eyes searching the dark foliage.
One by one her fellow Widows began to emerge from the tree line; branches snapping all around them.
Spinning on the spot Yelena counted out her new opponents as they sauntered forward to encircle them; realising she was vastly outnumbered.
Leaning against the nearest headstone, Maria smirked at the bewildered blonde; confronted with all the members of her new Sexual Espionage program:
"We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Of course, either way I'm going to enjoy myself..."
Looking between the beautiful blank faces, Yelena recognised all the girls she had trained with; of course now they were just puppets for Hill's new regime. Clearing her throat, Yelena tried to address them directly:
"Vaut is this?! Sasha?? Daria?! Talk to me!!"
Gaining no response from the other Widow's, Yelena took in their glazed eyes and placid expressions; Maria having transformed the elite guard into her personal harem of super-powered sex dolls:
"Your initiation..."
Speaking curtly Maria raised her hands; clapping once:
"Vdovy! Direktiva chetyre!"
Commanding her harem in perfective Russian, the Widows responded in unison:
"DA MISTRESS!!"
Automatically following the brunette's directive, the girls moved in perfect synchronicity. Each unzipping their tight black suits; the Widows revealed the smooth skin of their taught, youthful bodies, costumes splitting open down to the navel.
A series of bountiful breasts bouncing into view all around her Yelena swallowed; caught between lust and terror as her sisters unveiled themselves to both her eyes and the cool air of the forest. But what was the purpose of this sordid display? Some messed up power move by Maria?? Or something more sinister...
Of course Yelena couldn't fail to notice the beautifully augmented bodies of all her sensual sisters; Widow made to be the perfect sexual prospect. Gaze dancing from one girl's curves to another, Yelena wanted to respect her found family. Attempting to turn away however Yelena whined: North, east, south and west, the blonde was surrounded by boobs of every shape and size.
One by one the Widows each slipped a hand into the tight confines of their suits. Circled tightly around their Mistress, each kept their dull vision on Yelena herself; as if judging their rebellious sibling for her betrayal.
Seeing their eyes flash red, immediately Yelena knew what they were in for; stimulation activating each Widow's enhanced libido, the demands of raw desire ensuring they would follow every their twisted Mistress.
Stirring their nethers the girls formed a panopticon of masturbation; getting off on each other and themselves.
Quickly becoming flushed as they delved between their own primed pussy lips, Yelena found herself in the centre of this orgy of orgasmic desire. Twisting to look at each sister in turn; Yelena could only empathise with her girls; all too aware of how the chemistry of the body could enslave the mind.
Along with this erotic sight was the incredible sound of lust; magnified by their numbers. Between every breath was the loud squelch of wet skin being stimulated by many hands. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, the nervous blonde could smell her sisters' arousal on the air.
Becoming more insistent the Widows all began panting harder and harder; arms pistoning as they worked their pussies into a slick frenzy; filling the cool forest air with the strong aroma of sex. Several tongues lolling out, some girls even flexed and undulated in place, oblivious to the madness of their own actions as they did what felt so wonderful; what they were made to do.
"You thought I wouldn't have an ace in the hole?"