An Avenger's Void

"Urrghh... what now?"

Waking on her back the Black Widow murmured, bright light gushing into bleary eyes. Blinking hard, Natasha Romanoff stared up through metal bars to the strangely swirling sky above; eventually realising she was in a cage.

The camp beyond looked like a post-apocalyptic junkyard; alien and human oddities left strewn around the enclosure. Glancing sideways Natasha saw a pair of round hills silhouetted against the sky. Leaning up and squinting, Natasha realised she knew that rear; the Wasp's swollen suit somehow built into this makeshift fort. The redhead swallowed hard; her prison was literally between Hope's legs; which meant the exit was...

Quickly checking the belts and straps that crossed her own leather suit Natasha scowled; she had no weapons and no tricks to escape. She was also in a state; the beautiful red hair and once pristine costume she was known for now matted with dirt.

Feeling a twinge in her belly, Natasha massaged her abdomen; remembering the unfortunate sequence of events that had brought her here. Rising on her haunches, the redhead squeezed her own behind:

"I hope you're ready to give it up widow..."

Realising she was being watched, Natasha twisted to spot another round metal cage neighbouring her own. Inside an unlikely pair stared back:

"What is this place??"

"You're in the Void."

"Which is what?!"

The woman just shrugged:

"The wasteland beyond the multiverse. The place where all the trash gets dumped..."

"Great, so I'm trash now."

"Someone at the TVA pruned you right?"

"Uhh..." feeling another twinge in her belly Natasha winced:

"Sort of..."

Looking to the more mature of the two, Natasha recognised a warrior woman; tight red leather costume and matching twin sai making for a dangerous combination:

"I'm Elektra. This one is X-23."

"My name is Laura."

Introducing herself tersely, Natasha picked up on a slight mexican inflection as she turned her gaze to the girl: the small brunette was dressed in a worn jean jacket and pants, the rips in her clothing almost fashionable. Overall the teen didn't seem like much of a threat.... Looking at that pretty face however, Natasha saw through the naivety; to the fierce animal just beneath the surface.

"Sooo... I'm guessing I can't expect a fair trial in the Void??"

"You can't even expect a quick death..." Elektra murmured, "not from her."

"And who's her??"

"I'll tell you who 'her' iz," the girl growled:

"Casandra Nova ¡Un imbécil megalómano y psicótico!" Rattling off a string of foreign insults, Natasha struggled to follow the mutant's frenzied words:

"Un trozo de duendecillo muerto por dentro para chuparse los dedos de leche de nueces de tercera categoría!"

"Uh.. can I get that in English?"

"She said Cassandra Nova is a megalomaniacal, psychotic asshole," Elektra explained dryly back: "A finger licking dead-inside pixie slab of third rate dime-store cum-juice."

"She really said all that?!"

Cocking her eyebrow, Natasha balked at the kid. Grasping the bars between them Laura chose english this time:

"I said Cassandra can lick my mexican cinnamon ring clean and kick rocks all the way to bald hell! I don't care if she removes all my adamantium and fucks me inside out, if the last thing I do is stab that fuck-box, I'll die happy!"

"Wow..." Natasha exclaimed, looking to the elder of the pair. Elektra nodded before elaborating further:

"She's right. Although personally I won't be happy until I've urinated on Cassandra's freshly barbecued corpse and husk-fucked the charred remains while motorboating Domino's Double Ds."

Surmising this 'Cassandra' was worthy of the psychotic rant, Natasha frowned; put off by the pair's more graphic imagery.

"Oh you two are in sooo much trouble when I tell her what you just said..."

Hearing boots approach across the dirt, the redhead swivelled, expecting to face the real threat only to find a scantily clad asian woman:

Dressed in a purple leotard and boots, the costume revealed vast expanses of olive skin; ass and breasts just barely restrained by the slutty outfit. Purple highlights completing the look, the woman looked more like a sci-fi dominatrix than an apocalyptic survivor. In spite of everything Natasha sniggered.

"What?" The woman snapped as she approached the cage:

"Nothing... you're just, not what I was expecting to see..."

Rising up to eye-level the widow put her hand through the bars to attempt a friendly gesture:

"I'm Natasha Romanoff-"

"-Don't care trash."

Brusquely slapping her hand away the swordswoman approached the other two:

"Psylocke," Elektra hissed: "Cassandra's latest bitch."

Grinning darkly, Psylocke leant against the bars, keen to settle the score:

"Are you two lovebirds going to behave? You know fighting only makes it worse for yourselves."

"Don't be gross," Elektra muttered: "she's a kid!"

"She's an 18 year old clone of THE Wolverine. And I don't want a repeat of last time we let her off the leash..."

"Fine," glancing sideways at the silent girl Elektra nodded, hoping to quell Laura's raging instincts: "let's just get this over with."

Unlocking their small cage the pair spilled out.

"Don't..."

Predicting the little hothead's actions, Elektra sighed as Laura launched herself at their jailer; mounting the woman and tackling her to the ground.

"Hhrrggghhh!"

Claws emerging from between Laura's knuckles the girl screamed, unleashing a frenzied attack on the purple harlot. Raking only at dirt however, the brunette's sloppy approach gave her opponent the upper hand; Psylocke easily knocking X-23 away with her energy blade:

"Let's fucking go!"

Spinning her own twin sai, Elektra dived in to the fray. Skilfully dodging one and deflecting the other, the pair duelled in the between the Wasp's gigantic thighs as Natasha watched on helplessly from behind bars.

"Arrgh! -ahhh??"

Freezing in place both Elektra and Laura held fighting poses; their attack immediately stemmed by some invisible force. Smirking, Psylocke dematerialised her purple blade:

"You really shouldn't piss her off..."

"No fair!" Laura growled childishly, muscles straining against thin air. Witnessing their plight Natasha swallowed hard; realising how powerful this Cassandra must be... resistance was literally futile.

Disarming Elektra, Psylocke tugged the sai out of her hands:

"Better make sure you're not hiding anything else..."

Using the brunette's weapons Psylocke effortlessly sliced into the red leather straps that held Elektra's clothes together. Sharp blades millimetres from vulnerable flesh, the brunette waited for a cut that never came, Psylocke instead stepping back to admire her handiwork:

"Son of a bitch..."

Elektra grimaced as her costume fell away in tatters; the pale flesh of her breasts bursting into the sun. Eyes widening, Laura tried to look away; only to realise she couldn't move her head. Psylocke smirked, appraising the mature woman's full sweaty curves before turning on the girl:

"I guess I can't take your weapons huh?"

"Nngh..."

Grunting back at her, Laura bared her teeth; still attempting to overcome the psychic lock on her body:

"So I'm just gonna have to 'persuade' you to sheath those things away..."

Flicking her wrist, Psylocke unveiled her party-piece; psionic-whip unfurling from her hand in a shower of purple sparks. Twisting the weapon through the air she smirked at her frozen opponent. Stuck in a crouched combat position, the mutant's pert behind was entirely vulnerable:

"Ahhh!!"

Cracking the whip across Laura's ass the woman laughed; purple light slicing across both cheeks.

"Hnngh!"

Wincing Laura felt the lightning tear into her jeans as her cheeks rippled, pain flaring across the girl's behind as her jailer struck:

"Ahh!"

Whip landing again and again the mutant whined as her ass was viciously spanked, the psionic whip cutting through her jeans and leaving deep red tracks across her buttocks as Psylocke took her revenge.

CRACK!

"Puto madri!!"

Swearing the young variant screwed up her eyes, suppressing her reaction as her butt was well and truly whupped. Watching from behind the bars Natasha flinched with every hit. And yet... she couldn't help but feel a flicker of arousal, full thighs pressing together as the punishment unfolded:

CRACK!

Fabric of her pants shredding apart, Laura was forced to hold her position as her behind was whipped into submission, teeth bared and eyes watering as the seat of her pants was reduced to tatters, soft white cheeks criss-crossed with angry red welts.

CRACK!

"Come on that's enough!" Elektra barked at the purple woman, cruel onslaught visibly affecting the mutant. Paying her no heed Psylocke grinned; whip crackling with energy as she burnt the brunette's butt, scorching that tender flesh.

CRACK! CRACK!

"Arrrghhh!!!"

Holding on as long as she could, Laura shuddered in place, screaming as her behind was struck over and over, bruised flesh rippling under the fiery concussive force.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Overcome as her butt was blasted with purple sparks that showered over each curve, Laura finally relented, sheathing her claws under Psylocke's lustful gaze:

"Atta girl."

Watching on Natasha pitied the young girl; Laura's pert cheeks glowing purple after the whip's onslaught. However, the tapestry of angry red welts soon melted away before the widow's gaze, replaced with smooth white flesh.

"Woah..."

Now a little jealous of the kid, Natasha swallowed; unconsciously massaging her own rear. A healing factor would have made all the difference to her ruined ass...

Finally released from their Mistress' psychic control, the pair collapsed together, Elektra holding the teen. Face landing between the woman's breasts, the little mutant whimpered as Psylocke returned to the cages to unlock Natasha:

"Come on; Cassandra wishes to inspect the livestock."

Walking the unlikely trio up a ramp, the purple jailer kept the women in line; ready to spring into action if Natasha also tried a daring escape. Walking between the twin swells of the Wasp's massive ass as it blotted out the sun, the group made their way through the ragged hole and deep inside the improvised structure:

"Mind the Gape..."

Following a winding pink corridor, Natasha tried not to think about the squishy interior, focusing instead on Laura's bare ass and Elektra's proud chest.

Entering a side chamber Natasha saw a dildo pulsing on a vertical stand; the large phallus throbbing in place. Liquid erupting from its tip Natasha frowned:

"What is that supposed to be?" the redhead drawled sarcastically, "a water feature??"

"Sort of..."

Snapping her fingers, Psylocke grinned as the space above the dildo shimmered. Naked body emerging from thin air; Natasha balked as a slim blonde woman appeared. Panting for breath atop the endlessly pistoning cock, she squirmed helplessly:

"May I present Dr. Sue Storm of the Fantastic Four."

Staring up at the woman as she jiggled in place, Natasha stared into the blonde's impossibly blue eyes, tears rolling down the scientist's cheeks as juices streamed down the endlessly pumping cock between her thighs:

Ahhh! Mmm!! Hrrngh!! Please! Mmm... So many orgasms-suhhh..."

Flickering between the spectrums, Natasha swallowed as the woman literally disappeared from existence, whilst the silver phallus kept frothing like a geyser... Caught between sympathy and arousal, again the widow felt heat between her own thighs.

"This is where Cassandra 'experiments' on her favourite variants," Elektra explained bitterly.

Glowering at the brunette, Psylocke pressed the trio onward:

"This is the void! My Mistress can do whatever she wants here: Without... judgment."

Turning another corner within the pink labyrinth, Natasha gasped:

"Gllrrghhh!!"

Seeing herself the redhead shuddered; the alternate widow literally spitroasted on another contraption:

"Is that... me?!"

Spinning in place the bound redhead was corked at both ends; the cock in her mouth supporting her head whilst another jabbed into her ass. Trapped between skewers, all this Natasha could do was spin over and over in her horizontal prison; green eyes wide and vacant.

"Not exactly..."

Psylocke slapping the redhead's cheek as it rolled over before them, Natasha watched on in amazement as the flesh rippled, scales fluttering back to reveal the blue woman underneath.

Transforming before their eyes, the mutant literally changed colour, eyes flashing from green to bright yellow as her red hair slicked itself back:

"Thanks to Mystique here, my mistress can fuck whoever she wants!"

"Nnngh!!" Contraption still screwing into her mouth and ass the mutant could not respond, eyes rolling as another orgasm was wringed out of her tortured body; engorged blue nipples and swollen labia clear signs of pleasure. The purple woman just chuckled:

"But she always wanted a black widow... Now she has the real thing!"

Looking at the helpless creature Natasha winced; her yellow gaze clouded with unceasing lust. If this is what Cassandra did to a copy... what would happen to her?!

Passing into another pink chamber Elektra balked at the next experiment:

"Jean Grey?!"

Interrupting a pair of redhead's literally 69'ing before them the group just stared:

"Jean Greys," Psylocke corrected:

"Young and Old."

Natasha balked, enthralled as the same person from two different timelines writhed together on a velvet bed, the older and younger twins elevated for their viewing pleasure.

The room was suffused with a chorus of passionate, if muffled moaning:

"Nnnngghh..."

"Gllgghh..."

"Ahhh!!"

"This is insane!" Elektra growled.

Standing together, the unlikely group watched the Phoenix, one of the most powerful women in their universe... reduced to a quivering mass of pale flesh by her own mouth.

The mature Jean lay on her back, exposed naked flesh gleaming with sweat. The young Jean was similarly naked and sweating, hands clinging to her future rounded body.

Hunched over, the young Jean's boots knelt either side of the other ginger's head, pussy lips spread, glistening and wet for her mouth. Meanwhile the mature Jean's tongue dove into those hot depths over and over, making the slender thighs on either side of her head clench and shudder in pleasure. Simultaneously young Jean's beautiful red head bobbed rhythmically, lips wrapped around her twin's steaming core.

Elektra could only see the girl's eyes from her vantage point, but they were wide, harried and desperate, staring right back at the assassin with a pleading gaze. Elektra shook her head in disgust:

"This is incest!"

"Of course not!" Psylocke countered innocently, "Its more like... timeloop masturbation."

Enjoying the carnal display, the henchwoman was entirely happy to watch the twin mutants make each other cum over and over again:

"My Mistress just has them 69. Constantly..."

Natasha swallowed; in spite of everything, once more the widow found herself aroused by this display of ultimate submission and power. After all she could hardly judge... But the state of their luscious bodies said it all. Even with years of physical and psychic training, in that moment neither Jean could handle the demand placed on their sex drives.

"Hhnngh!"

"Ahhh!!"

The young redhead gasped, wishing she could raise a hand to wipe at her wet face: They didn't seem to be able to stop and the look in mature Jean's eyes made it very clear that she wanted to. Dipping her head between the other redhead's legs however, once more she took a long lick, hearing the young Jean sob in hysterical pleasure:

"Ugh!!"

Both went back to work, lapping long and hard at each other's clits before delving deeper; sucking on the other redhead's pussy lips while whipping and flicking at her insides with her tongue. The elder redhead panted as her younger self licked her pussy feverishly, before clamping down and blowing hard into her snatch:

"Hngh! Hhnngh!! Not again!"

It didn't take long for each Jean to reach their peak; both been on the edge for quite a while. The young Jean tried not to panic. She had lost count of her own orgasms, when her own ecstacy got really good. It had to be psychosis: with each release it got harder to think and instead of diminishing, their lust just seemed to grow and grow.

The youthful Jean gave up first, haunches clenching around her mature iteration's head:

"Don't you dare -glgh!"

"I- I can't stop! Ohhh! Mmm, Ahhh, AHHHH!"

The teenager screamed as juices flooded out from her cunt and spilled over the redhead's chin. Below mature Jean groaned, her mouth filling with delicious cream as she was forced to swallow.

Moments later she groaned, the older redhead's whole body quaking in orgasm. The young Jean had to just hold on as her face was sprayed with cum; splattering her cheeks and eyelids.

"Come on."

Tearing her gaze away from the time-twisting pair, Psylocke lead the group up a flight of stairs:

"We don't want to keep her waiting..."

Walking away, the group tried to ignore the chorus of moans as they looped; the Phoenix locked together in their time-bending 69.

Stepping up a ramp the group finally entered the skull; Hope's massive empty cranium making for a surprisingly comfortable living space. Walking to the open eye socket, the group looked out over the chaos below:

Purple smoke rising, the wasp's massive arms seemingly contained the gaseous cloud that twisted within. And in that churning mist, Natasha could just make out the naked bodies of many many women:

"What is this?!"

Looking down on the thronging orgy even Psylocke shuddered:

"This is how we deal with the trash; once Cassandra's done with them Alioth has fun..."

Elektra grimaced in horror:

"You have them literally fuck each other? Into oblivion?!"

Psylocke shrugged, her expression dead:

"Can you think of a better way to go?"

Staring into the writhing mass of naked bodies the swordswoman spotted a familiar face, Cassandra's former henchwoman shuddering in temporal ecstasy:

"Ungh! Unghhh!! Fuck-uhhh!!"

Watching Domino being taken in literally every hole by the flowing purple mass, Psylocke saw flesh ripple as the mutant's bountiful black behind bounced desperately against its intrusion. Purple gas twisting into each orifice and stimulating every possible nerve, the mercenary didn't stand a chance; orgasm after orgasm wrung out of her body.

Writhing amongst a sea of mutants from across her universe all were in a state of deranged ecstasy. Domino's once confident afro matted with juices, her mismatched lustful eyes stared back through a literal fog of purple arousal:

"I guess her luck ran out..."

Hearing wheels squeak on the floor behind them the unlikely group twisted around as their host finally arrived:

"...My my what do we have here??"

Skidding to a stop, Cassandra Nova sauntered out of her stolen wheelchair. Eying the Mistress as she approached Natasha was surprised:

Bald and yet beautiful, the young woman was slight in appearance, yet power emanated from her:

"A real Natasha Romanoff!? Such a treat!!"

Giggling girlishly, the mistress of the void looked her new toy up and down:

"Mmm... such a fine morsel; I'll get weeks of fun out of you!"

Glancing sideways at Elektra and Laura the bald woman frowned, turning her gaze to Psylocke:

"And why are they here?"

"They said disgusting things about you Mistress."

Pouting theatrically, Cassandra's gaze turned dark:

"Like what??"

Psylocke shrank:

"I don't want to offend you Mistress..."

"Tell me now."

Taking a breath, Psylocke swallowed her nerves:

"Well uh, X-23 said, she said you could; lick her cinnamon ring and kick rocks all the way to bald hell...."