Author's note:
This story takes place after The Avengers movie and is fulfilling the following request: Natasha gets ass fucked with a strap-on. In my head there's some spanking and a lot of preparation and dirty talk and it's the first time (of many), and the female is Natalie Portman A.K.A. Jane Foster.
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"Are you ready to become the perfect little sub?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Good... then get in position. On the bed. On all fours. Your ass facing me."
Natasha Romanova blushed a little at the command, yet she obeyed it after murmuring, "Yes Mistress."
The words seem to echo throughout the silent room, the last word sending an undeniable thrill through Natasha's body which shamed her as much as it excited her.
Of course, she'd had Mistresses, Masters and many submissive slaves before. Mostly before she had joined S.H.I.E.L.D. where deep cover missions of that sort were not commonplace. Yet this was not a undercover mission. This wasn't even really a mission. It was glorified babysitting duty. A favour Natasha was doing for a very large, powerful friend. The spending time/protecting this woman part, not the submitting to her part. There was no need for that. No need for Natasha to play this role, no information she needed to subtly extract, no tactical advantage to be made from playing the perfect little sub. Yet Natasha submitted.
"You hesitated. You know I don't tolerate hesitation."
The usually so in control secret agent struggled to remain calm as she felt a soft dainty hand gently placed against her left ass cheek, that hand sliding across those meaty globes in a way few had done, and none outside of a mission.
"Do you not want this?"
"No, I do." Natasha quickly insisted.
The redhead could practically sense the other woman smiling, "What is it that you want?"
"To be yours. Completely." Natasha said, trying not to hesitate as she forced the humiliating words out, "I, I want to be your bitch. Your slut. Your perfect little sub. To let you have every part of me. Own my every hole. Please Jane, Mistress! AHHHH!"
The first slap to Natasha's ass sounded deafening as it echoed throughout the room. Somehow the following slaps didn't sound as loud in comparison, although in fairness Natasha was pretty distracted by the pain of the spanking.
Not that it could even compare to the agony she had received 'on the job', the woman known as The Black Widow very proud of the fact that she had survived the best efforts of some of the most skilled torturers in the world. However this stinging pain was incredibly... unique, and the feeling of humiliation made Natasha feel things. Wrong things. Unnatural things.
Those feelings were amplified thanks to the fact that it was seemingly innocent little Jane Foster who was spanking her.
"What have I told you about using my name when we're alone together?" Jane asked after half a dozen spanks.
"I'm sorry Mistress! I'm so, so sorry. I'm just so excited. And nervous. But I want this, I swear." Natasha promised, knowing deep down she was telling her mistress the truth, "I, I want you to fuck my ass. Please ass fuck me. Fuck my virgin ass. Take my anal cherry with your big hard cock!"
Hearing such submissive words from the dangerous super spy set Jane's core ablaze with desire. It was a struggle not to tear Natasha's tight fitting catsuit apart and bury the dildo that was firmly strapped around her waist deep in between the other woman's ass cheeks. However Jane was determined to maintain control.
"Reach back and grab your tight little suit." Jane ordered.
The top half of the catsuit in question was already pulled down to Natasha's waist, something Jane had taken care of pretty much the moment they had got through the door so Jane could get at those magnificently big tits. That was usually how sessions between them started, give or take a little kissing, although to her credit this time Jane had probably only spent about 20 minutes licking and sucking her lover's big juicy titties before moving on. And what a glorious thing this was to move on too, The Black Widow's final act of submission to her.
Already salivating just at the thought of what was coming next Jane ordered, "Slowly pull your suit down to your knees."