For the rest of the day, Black Widow was left seated in the room. The drug that had been given to her was beginning to wear off, allowing her to regain some of her mental and physical faculties, but try as she might, she found the plastic zip-ties kept her securely bound despite all her attempts to pull at them, to slip through them, or to break them. They restrained her unyieldingly.
The man would return to the room on occasions, and turn on the wand, still taped to the chair between Black Widow's legs. This would over-stimulate the captive spy again and again, yet the man would always deny her the ultimate release by switching off the wand just before her release, adding more and more to her sexual frustration. She would fix him with stares of hatred, which he would retaliate with stinging slaps across her face, or, as the day progressed, he would slap her across her large breasts, causing them to dance and bounce on her chest, adding to her agony.
Black Widow could look out of the open door into the living room. She could see the model prepare a bowl of food, which she placed on the round table for the man to eat. When he sat down, she would lower herself onto her knees, with her arms between her legs, like an obedient pet. She would look down onto the floor until the man called her name. He had yanked aside the duct tape binding her mouth and pulled out two panties balled together from her mouth. This allowed him to feed her scraps from time to time.
Once the man led the model back through the bedroom into the bathroom attached to it. Through the open door, Black Widow could see the man turn the model around in front of the toilet. He yanked her panties down and reached between her legs to catch a slick black rubber object as it slid out from her cunt. The man placed it on a basin and Black Widow could see that it was a dildo. The model was then allowed to sit down on the toilet and use it. When she was done, the man would wipe her off, before she bend over, resting her hands on her knees to allow the man to slip the dildo back into her vagina, and her panties pulled up to hold it in place.
Black Widow was shocked at how compliant the woman was. She seemed to have come to terms with her bondage. Part of it could be explained by fear, of course, but the woman seemed almost enthusiastic when it came to how she was made use of. The bound Avenger could not ponder this further, however, as the man switched on the wand between her legs again, causing her to become horny again. Of course, he would switch it off again after she had been made very horny but just before she could release.
The man led the model back to the radiator and handcuffed her to the radiator once more. He went back to the living room and returned with the balled panties he had pulled out of her mouth earlier, and yanked back her hair to insert it into her mouth. Then, using fresh strips of duct tape applied around her mouth, he once more sealed them in place, gagging her once more. He left the two women alone in the room while he left the apartment for a short time. Knowing that this was probably the best moment to try to escape, Black Widow began to pull at her bonds. When they remained sturdy, she tried to rock her chair in an attempt to fall to one side, with the hope of breaking it. She pushed as hard as she could with her toes, trying to push the chair back. It took her a few tries before she finally succeeded in pushing herself back far enough for the chair to tip over backward. She landed with a loud thud, but to her disappointment, it
did not break. The man must have heard the noise, for he soon returned, carrying a bag in his hand, to find her on her back. He smiled down at her failure and slapped her hard across her breasts again as punishment. He pulled her upright again, before he turned on the massage wand again, which soon muddled her mind with horniness. He released the model and led her back into the living room.
Towards the evening, the man brought the model back into the bedroom again. By then, Black Widow was weak from being sexually stimulated again and again, and from her prolonged bound position. She had also not fed and drank any water for the whole day. She was beginning to feel hungry and thirsty, the latter not only because she had not drunk any fluid, but also because the cotton ball in her mouth soaked up her saliva whilst her enforced horniness had caused her cunt to juice, again and again, wetting her panties.
The man pushed the model onto the bed, and unlocked the leg iron manacle around her handcuffs, but left the manacle on the other end still secured to her collar. He gathered up her long slim legs and fold them, crossing her ankles, and spreading them open her thighs. He encircled the chain of the leg iron once around her ankles and snapped the manacle in place around the chain, securing her legs in their crossed position over her chest. He then unlocked her handcuffs and flip her onto her side, before pulling her wrists behind her back and cuffing them together again. The model did not even put up a token resistance as he did so. He turned her back onto her back. With her wrists now bound behind her back, she had to arch her body into an enticing curve over them.
The man came back to the bound Black Widow, who pulled at her zip-tie bondage to show that she had still not given up. He turned the chair to face the bed, then turned on the magic wand between her legs.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…" Black Widow moaned as she felt herself being stimulated again in her loins. She could only look with half-opened eyes as the man now went up to the model bound on the bed. In her position, with her legs raised and spread lewdly over her body, her crotch was facing Black Widow. The man-made sure he did not block her view as he took hold of the model's pink panties, and yanked them off her buttocks, uncovering her vulva. The head of the dildo inserted into her cunt was now visible, and it was worming its way gently in her tract. He pulled out the vibrating dildo and twisted its knobbed bottom to switch it off, before placing it on the bed next to the model. He ran his hand between her vagina lips, and it was obvious that she was already very wet.
"Mmmmmmmmm…" Black Widow moaned again as she felt herself becoming hornier and hornier. She watched as the man now reached forward with his hands and began to knead the model's breasts. The blonde responded to his touch, twisting her buttocks to get closer to the man, with soft moans escaping her ungagged mouth. The man unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, lowering them and his underpants. His penis was already beginning to erect. He took hold of the model and rotated her on the bed to align her body with the edge of the bed. Then he pulled her onto her side, and she twisted her body forward and craned her neck so that she could reach forward with her mouth.
With rapt fascination, Black Widow watched as the blonde closed her mouth over the man's penis, and began to suck on it. The bound spy moaned as she
feel the wand continue to worm deep into her, causing her to become more and more aroused. She could see the model bobbing her head up and down the man's member now, giving the man a ferocious blowjob.
When the man became hard, he pushed the model's head away and pushed her back on her back again before rotating her until her crotch faced him. He took his hard penis, and, without ceremony, he plugged her cunt with his member. She shuddered and moaned as he began to pump her, ramming his hips hard into her, again and again. The model grabbed the sheets she was lying on with her bound hands as she closed her eyes.
Black Widow was close to release now. She moaned and shook her head as she felt her body being driven towards orgasm. She shuddered and writhed in her bondage as she was being stimulated against her will. The sight of the model being pounded by the man only caused her to become even more lustful, as she craved her release. Irrationally, she wanted the man to fuck her. Now! Hard!
"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Black Widow moaned softly again and again as she panted. She ground her crotch as much as she could into the rubber head of the wand. She watched the man as he continued to pump the model mercilessly, causing her to cry out again and again. The rhythm of their love-making escalated as both came close to release. Black Widow began to synchronize her grinding with those of the couple on the bed just a couple of feet away from her. The man glanced back over his shoulder at the captive Avenger shamelessly pushing her crotch hard against the vibrating wand and smiled with malice. Perhaps he was mocking her for reaching an orgasm against her will, bound and gagged as a victim. The bound woman could only turn her eyes away in shame but did not stop herself from her wanton display. She did not care. The sexual tension that had been building in her for the whole day had finally been released.
Then, Black Widow felt herself go into orgasm. She threw back her head and flailed her wet red hair and let out a long sigh into the improvised gag in her mouth. Shortly after that, the model too let out a sigh as she achieved her orgasm. The man continued to fuck her until finally, he ejaculated into her, and withdrew his shrinking member from her wet orifice.
"Very good." the man said, glancing again back at Black Widow, who suddenly felt very tired. Her lust now winding down, she felt a deep humiliation at how she had allowed herself to behave in so unchaste a manner.
The man got off the bed and came over to Black Widow. Cupping her chin with his hand, he twisted her face up to look at him. She could hardly focus her eyes on him, much less fix him with a look of hatred. Releasing her chin, he allowed her head to drop forward as he walked away from her. He quietly took a hypodermic syringe from the vanity top and came back to the bound woman, and plunged it into her right shoulder. Her head jerked back as the man injected the content of the syringe into her. Then, her head slowly slumped forward again.
Black Widow knew that she was being drugged again, but she could do little about it as she was still very effectively bound. It seemed similar to the drug that had been used on her the night before, for she began to find herself losing focus and becoming weak again. Or was that from the day of forced sexual stimulation and enforced deprivation? Whatever it was, she hardly moved as the man took a pair of clippers and cut the zip-ties binding her elbows to the back of the chair, and her knees to the corners
of her seat. He ripped away from the massage wand from between her legs and brought her thighs together again. Then, he secured one zip-tie around her left thigh, just above her knee, before inserting a second zip-tie under the first. He pulled the ends of the second zip-tie round to her right thigh, and fitted its tongue through the ratchet box, and zipped the tie shut around the limb, binding her knees together. Then he cut away the zip-ties binding her ankles to the chair. He then placed her ankles together and used a zip-tie to bind them together.
The man tipped the chair over and dumped Black Widow onto the floor. She moaned softly as she landed first onto her knees, then pitched forward onto the carpet on the floor, landing first on her full breasts. He grabbed her ankles and turned her around, grinding her soft moans on the carpet, until her body was aligned with the end of the Persian carpet on the floor. Then, he took hold of the carpet and began to roll it up, with the woman in it.
Flipping her over and over again, he wrapped her in the embrace of the carpet, covering her completely from head to toe. When the carpet had been completely coiled up around the captive, he took three pieces of rope and bound the carpet securely around the woman, one in the middle, and the other two around the top and bottom halves, binding not only the carpet but also the woman within. He inspected the bundle to ensure that no part of her was showing. Then he lifted her to a sitting position, before going around to her front, to hoist the bundle up over his shoulder. Then he carried the bundle out of the apartment, making sure to lock the door behind him.
Black Widow felt herself being carried on the shoulder of the man. She was too weak and too well bound to move as the man-made his way down the stairs. She heard muffled voices and tried to call out for help, but her dirty bra and panties continued to form a formidable barrier to any sound, and she could only manage moans which were quickly smothered by the thickness of the carpet.
The man left through the front door with the bundle and walked down the steps to a saloon car parked at the curb. Pressing a button on a fob, he opened the boot of the car and dumped the bundle into its spacious interior. Then he slammed the boot shut, and went round to the front, getting into the driver's seat. Soon, he turned the car into the street and joined the evening rush hour.
Chapter 5
Black Widow could vaguely hear the traffic, and the stop-go movement of the car she was in. She guessed that she must have been put in a car and it must now be moving along in heavy traffic. She continued to struggle with her bonds, but she was very effectively bound by the zip-ties, as well as the carpet. She thought of trying to knock about in the boot, but the embrace of the thick carpet made any movements impossible. She could only endure her bondage, which was becoming increasingly stifling and hot.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Black Widow felt the car come to a halt. A moment later, she heard the boot opened, and felt herself being hauled out of the space and flung over a shoulder. Once more, she felt herself being carried. She heard the muffled sound of footsteps, then of a bolt lock being thrown back and a squeaky metal door being opened. She felt carried down a flight of staircase, then straight for a while, before being brought down another flight of staircase. She has carried another short distance before the person carrying her came to a stop. She felt him fiddle with something and she heard a second bolt lock being pushed back and felt carried forward again, before being dumped unceremoniously onto hard ground.
Black Widow felt the ropes binding the carpet being cut, and then it was unrolled, flipping her over and over again until she was free from its embrace. She found it hard to focus her eyes for a moment before she found herself looking up at a bare concrete ceiling with a single naked light bulb suspended by a wire from its center. The smell of dried urea assaulted her nose immediately, indicating that she had been brought to an enclosed and unhygienic space.
Black Widow was pulled up by her arms to a seated position, allowing her to get a better look at her surroundings. It was a non-descript square room, with bare concrete walls and floor. There was a door in the wall immediately in front of her, the only obvious entry into the space. She managed to get a look into the corridor but saw more bare concrete with no hint as to where she was or what type of structure she was in. She could only guess that she was underground. In a corner of the room, to her right, she saw a steel toilet bowl. Pipes ran down from the ceiling to the toilet bowl, but there was no button or lever to operate a flush system. There was no seat on the bowl either, probably to prevent any such object from being used as a weapon.
Black Widow felt dragged back now, towards the other inner collar of the room, away from the door. She glanced back to see the man who had captured her. She twisted her head the other way and saw that a shiny silver chain, a few meters long, had been fitted to an eyebolt driven into the concrete of the wall at the corner, about a meter above the floor. The chain reached down to the floor before snaking away from the corner, its other end fitted with a pair of manacles. These were of larger diameter than the manacles of handcuffs and resembled those of leg irons, except that there was only a short-chain linking them. When Black Widow had been brought up to the corner, she was hauled up to a kneeling position, and the man pulled back her elbows until they almost met behind her back, forcing her to arch her body forward. The movement caused her heavy breasts to wobble.
"That's right, slut, display your wares." the man mocked as he looked down at Black Widow's mounds, still in their satin cups.
"MMMMMMMMM!" Was all Black Widow could respond, as she shook her head at the insult. Then, she felt the cold steel of the manacles being snapped around her upper arms, just above her elbows, securing her in her position with her bosom thrust forward. Next, she felt the man take something from his pocket, and soon, she heard a couple of snips at her wrists and felt the zip-ties that had been securing her for almost a day fall away. This allowed her to pull her lower arms forward a little, but with her elbows still bound together behind her back, she could not pull them forward very far. The man-made no move to cut any of the other zip-ties binding her legs together as he walked around to her front. He grabbed her hair and yanked her head forward, before untying the knot holding her soiled panties around her head. This loosened the crotch piece away from her mouth, and he ripped the garment off her head. Then he yanked her head back to force her to part her mouth, and he fished the balled bra from within the orifice, dropping the soaked garment onto the floor next to the panties.
"Where am I?" Black Widow asked hoarsely. A sharp slap across her right cheek caused her to twist her body to the left. This was followed by a slap down onto her right breast.
"Speak only when spoken to, slave!" the man roared as he stood over her.
"I am not your slave!" Black Widow managed, only to be slapped in her other breast, sending it wobbling before her. She felt the pain but would not give the man the satisfaction of crying out in pain.
The man fished something out from inside a pocket of his jacket. Black Widow glanced up to see that it was a ball gag. It had a two-inch red rubber ball, with a thick leather strap threaded through it. The steel tongue of its buckle had a small eye at its tip, which would allow it to be locked once it has been fed through a hole in the other end of the strap.
The man now yanked the captive's head back by pulling on her hair and stuffed the rubber ball into her mouth. Releasing her head, he pulled the ends of the strap back around her head and buckled its ends together with merciless tightness. The strap drove the ball deep into her mouth and curled back the corners of her mouth. He took out a small padlock from his jacket and fitted it through the hole on the tongue of the buckle, and with a snap, locked the gag in place in her mouth, leaving her tongue trapped under the rubber ball.
"Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" Black Widow protested but the gag jumbled up her words into gibberish. He ignored her and took out another zip-tie and twisted it into a figure of eight around her right shoe. One of the loops went around the instep and foot, while the other, went around her ankle. He secured the ends together around the latter, leaving her foot trapped inside her high heel. He repeated the same with her left leg. She was not going to take off her shoe without his permission.
The man stood up and left the room, closing the metal door with a resounding clang. Black Widow heard a bolt lock being snapped into place, holding the door shut. Then there was a click outside, and the light bulb was turned off, plunging the enslaved Avenger into darkness.
For a moment, Black Widow waited. There was no light coming in, not even from under the steel door. She guessed that the gap must have been sealed by a rubber flap or something similar. Most others would have started to freak out by the darkness, but she had experienced such situations before
and slowed her breathing to stave off any panic. However, she had never had to endure such a situation while so ruthlessly bound. Reaching down as far as she could, she tugged at the zip-ties binding her legs and found that they would not budge. Reaching back, she tried to reach the locks of the manacles binding her elbows, but found that she could not. Then, she tried to reach up to her gagged jaws but found that while she could just reach the strap, she could not yank the strap lose. It remained firmly locked around her head. She realized that there was no way she could get loose for the moment, and made the best of her situation, shifting her body until she could lower her torso down onto the floor, not an easy maneuver with her elbows bound behind her. Then, laying on her side, she went into a fitful sleep.
The loud clang of the bolt opening woke Black Widow from her slumber. The light was turned on, dazzling her as the man entered. He went up to the spy laying on her side and looked down at her with cruelty and contempt for a moment. Inwardly though, he thought she still looked very hot in her black satin bra, garter belt, and lingerie, with her large breasts heaving lightly in the bra's cups. The makeup on her face was messed up, of course, with her lipstick smudged around her lips, but that only added to the image of a helpless captive, enhancing her appeal.
"How was your rest last night, slave?" the man asked coldly. "MMMMMMMMMPH!" That was all Black Widow could say, clearly in defiance.
The man bent down and hauled the bound woman onto a kneeling position, then he stepped out of the cell for a moment, then he returned and placed a black plastic feeding bowl on the floor. It was of the sort used for dogs, and it had white letterings stenciled on it. Glancing down, she realized with a shock that the letters read "Black Widow".
"Yes, your very own feeding bowl." the man said mockingly, seeing the look in her eyes. He laughed derisively and left the cell again, leaving his captive alone to ponder the meaning of the bowl. He returned shortly, carrying a bottle of water, which caused Black Widow's eyes to open wide. Water! The captive suddenly realized how thirsty she was. Not only had she not drank since she was captured, but she had also been made to lose fluid through perspiration, cumming, and her gags. Even now, the way her gag caused the corners of her mouth to be pulled back caused her to drool uncontrollably.
"Do you want some water, slave?" the man asked, shaking the bottle of water in his hand.
Yes! Black Widow though, she would very much want do. Without realizing it, she straightened her torso a little to bring her mouth closer to the bottle. The man smiled as he noticed this.
"You will have to exchange something for this, slave." the man said. Black Widow looked up at him, confused. What did he mean?
"I want you to expose your right breast." the man said.
Black Widow's eyes opened wide, taken aback by the offer. Then, she steeled her resolve and shook her head violently in refusal.
"Suit yourself." the man said, picking up the bowl and left the cell. The door of the cell was slammed shut once more and the bolt secured. Then the light went out again, leaving Black Widow once more in darkness.
The captive Avenger was left alone for what seemed like a long period. Now that the possibility of water had been introduced into her head, Black Widow found it difficult to divert her focus away from her increasing thirst to other things. Indeed, her thirst loomed larger and larger in the absence of any other stimuli in the darkness, and she could only shake her head to try to clear the thoughts from her mind.
Finally, the man returned after what seemed like ages. He found Black Widow slumped against the wall, clearly weaker than before. She looked up at him, not with hatred but with supplication. She straightened her body to a kneeling position as the man placed the bowl before her.
"Once again, slave," the man said coldly, "Expose your right breast and you will get a drink of water."
Black Widow hesitated for a moment. Then, realizing that it was a futile gesture to continue her resistance, she reluctantly reached up with her right hand. It was difficult with her elbows still bound together, and she had to twist her body to allow her hand to reach around her torso to the right cup of her bra, but she managed. She grasped the lacy edge of the cup and yanked the cup down, popping her right breast free. It bounced a little as she did so, and was pushed up as she tucked the fabric cup that had been holding it down under the mound of flesh. Exposed to the cool air in the cell, her pink nipple began to engorge, hardening into a prominent knob.
"Good." the man said. Secretly, he was delighted at the first triumph of will over the famous Black Widow. Yes, it was only a little triumph, but it was the thin end of the wedge. He opened the bottle and poured the liquid into the bowl. Then he went around behind his kneeling captive and unlocked the strap holding the ball gag in her mouth. He pulled it out of her mouth, pulling a streak of spit from her mouth as it left.
"Drink before I take it away, slave!" the man said coldly. Black Widow did not need to be told twice and immediately bent her body forward until she could reach the bowl placed just before her knees with her mouth, her buttocks raised to compensate. Quickly, she lapped up the precious liquid, her uncovered right breast dancing beneath her as she drank. It was an alluring sight for the man as he watched the bound woman partake of the water. Then, satiated, she lifted herself to a kneeling position, water dripping off her chin onto her breasts, and the man gagged her cruelly again. Taking the bowl, he went out of the cell again and returned her to darkness.
Chapter 6
Black Widow spent another extended period by herself. Aside from the inky blackness that enshrouded her totally, there was also little sound in the cell, aside from her moans and breathing. The thick concrete walls prevented any sound from coming in. She was probably too deep down in any case to hear any sound from above. The steel door, with its bottom sea, led also prevented any sound from entering. She was left in total darkness and silence.
Now that her thirst had been temporarily staved off, Black Widow found another need begin to torment her. She had not eaten for what she guessed was at least 48 hours, and her stomach was beginning to growl. She had gone for extended periods of little or no food during her previous missions. Her training had prepared her for it, and her experience had acclimatized her mind to such deprivation. Yet, her current situation was different. The lack of any other sensory inputs made her hunger seem all the more insistent, all the more hollow in her stomach. It also had an actual physical effect, the lack of nutrients making it difficult for her to gather her strength to focus her mind. On top of all these, she was kept in her cramped bondage, making its rounds on her physical stamina, and wearing down her will.
Black Widow could only doze off intermittently. She had lowered herself to the floor, and stretch out herself as much as she could, with her elbows bound behind her and her legs zip-tied together, but it was not a comfortable position. Her mind began to wonder, and her focus erode, allowing random thoughts to start filtering in. Voices of fear began to question if the man would ever return, whether he meant to let her die here, in a form of live burial. Much as she struggled against those thoughts, they kept returning as her imprisonment stretched. She found herself wishing more and more that the man would return soon.
When the man did, Black Widow was almost glad to see him, despite cruelty towards her. She struggled to get up off the ground, which was difficult in her weakened and bound position. As she did so, her uncovered right breast jiggled and danced to her movements, much to the inward delight of the man. She managed only to raise herself in the seated position, her bound legs tucked to one side, and she looked up at the man. In despite self, a pleading look was washer eyes as she watched the man place the black feeding bowl on the floor.
"Would you like some food, slave?" the man asked. Black Widow's eyes widened, and she nodded more vigorously than she had intended to.
"Expose your left breast." the man demanded. Black Widow again hesitated for a moment, then she twisted her bound arms to the left and reached around with her left hand. Grasping the left satin cup of her bra, and yanked it aside, liberating her left breast from the fabric that had confined it. The mound tumbled forward as she tucked the fabric cup under its bottom, jostled by her movement to quiver a little, its pink nipple hardening and engorging in the low temperature of the cell.
The man smiled as he looked down at Black Widow with both her breasts exposed. They were a magnificent pair of glands, still gathered up and pushed together by the folded cups of her bra, their black lace framing them enticingly.
The man turned and went out of the cell, returning with a therthermossk. He unscrewed its top and dumped its content into the feeding bowl in front of Black Widow. Her eyes widened when she smelt hot food, and she struggled up to a kneeling position, her breasts dancing before her chest as she struggled. The man went around behind her and took off her gag, allowing her to lower herself forward to reach the bowl, her butt rising her heels as she lapped up the food hungrily. It was only a strange brown stew, and she thought for a moment that it might be dog food, but it was sustenance nonetheless, and she gobbled it up as fast as she could. As she did so, her unrestrained breasts wobbled beneath her. Finally, she finished the last scrap, and sat back on her heels, her mouth stained with the stew. The man took a napkin from his pocket, and wiped the stain off her jaws, at the same time removing the lipstick from her lips. The man returned the large ballballgag to her mouth and gag her securely once more, before fishing a lipstick out of one of his pockets and painting her gagged lips crudely in glossy wine red, straying out of the margins of her lips to stain the area around her mouth.
Then, the man left Black Widow alone in the cell for an extended per period. Soon, she began to thirst once more, probably from the stew that he had fed her, for it was quite salty. As before, the darkness and silence of her prison only made her need seem all the more urgent as she became more and more thirsty. But she was utterly unable to satisfy the need for herself. What once she could satisfy simply by going to the kitchen and pouring herself a cup of water, she could no longer do. She had to depend on the man to give her what she needed. It was an utterly helpless feeling. She could only wish and looked forward to the man's arrival again.
When the man returned once more, he brought in the familiar bowl. Black Widow was beginning to think of the bowl as her bowl. What once she would have treated as a humiliating gesture, was now something very precious to her as it was set before her. She twisted and wriggled into the – by now – familiar position, sitting with her butt on her heels. She looked up at the man as he proffered a bottle of water.
"Your bra, slave. Give me your bra." the man said. Black Widow did not even hesitate this time. She arched her body forward to allow her to bend her right arm inward, reaching for the hooks that held the elastic band of her bra around her chest. She located it and tried to unhook it with only her right hand, for her left hand was kept uselessly away by the way her elbows were bound together. She had to grip the side of the chest band with the eyes with two of her fingers while she grasp the other side, the one with the hooks, with the forefinger and thumb of the band, then tried to separate them. It took her several tries before she unhooked her bra, and allowed the elastic chest band to shoot the sides forward, dropping her bra. She shrugged the elastic shoulder straps off her shoulders, one by one but found her progress stopped by the way her arms were bound. The shoulder straps could not go past the manacles. Finally, she resorted to tugging savagely at her bra, until the plastic hooks attaching the shoulder straps to the rest of the bra gave way, allow her to pull the garment violently off herself.
"Hand it to me. With both hands." the man demanded. Black Widow's eyebrow arched a little at this request, not from any resistance to the idea but from a concern about how she would do it with her elbows bound behind her.
She reached her right hand, grasping one end of the torn bra, forward around her torso, then swung the other end of the bra towards her left hand, which she positioned as far as she could around the other side of her torso. She managed to catch the other end with her left hand, then raise both her hands forward and up as far as her bonds would allow. She managed to raise her bra to a point just before her naked breasts, pressing them together as she did so. She held the bra up with her palms turned up as an offering to the man.
The man took her bra and smiled down in triumph at Black Widow.
"I told you that you would give it to me yourself." the man reminded her. Black Widow felt a sting of humiliation and realized what it was that she had done. She could only drop her head down in shame, as involuntary sobs welled up from inside her. She felt wet tears run out of the corner of her eyes and streak down her cheeks.
The man ignored the woman's sobbing and went around behind her. He unlocked her gag and pulled it out of her mouth. Then he opened a bottle of water and filled her feeding bowl.
Black Widow stopped sobbing, willing herself to curb her emotions. She felt even more ashamed that she had allowed her emotions to get the better of her. She cast all the feelings aside as she lowered her body once more and began to drink from the bowl. Her breasts were now totally free to swing beneath her body as she drank, with her bra now removed.
"Very good." the man said, which Black Widow finished drinking. The ball gag was once more restored into her mouth. Then, the man did something unexpected. He stretched her bra out and laid it on the floor at the centcenterthe room, before he took the bowl and left the cell, slamming the door shut behind him.
Black Widow was left alone once more, now completely topless. Unlike the previous times, however, the man had not turned off the light. But this was probably another form of cruelty for her as she could see her bra, which she had taken off her own body herself, laid out in the middle of the room as a reminder of that act of self-humiliation. She could glance down at her own naked breasts, to be reminded of how she had been made to expose herself against her own will. Above all, she was reminded of the haughty promise of the man that he would make her strip herself and offer her most intimate garments to him. She could only once again sob in humiliation, with her tears dissolving her mascara to run down her cheeks, leaving streaks of black behind them, from the corner of her eyes down to her high cheekbones.
Black Widow fell into a fitful sleep while she waited for the man's return. Her dreams were confused, with jarring snapshots coming from fragments of her memory. Faces of her enemies, her allies, the people she had killed, the people she had saved, inserted themselves randomly into her mind. Then, for a moment, she dreamt that she was free, once again the mistress of her own actions, before she was cruelly awoken to the reality of her imprisonment again.
The man returned after what seemed like ages. For a moment, he paused to admire the sorry state of Black Widow as she knelt before him. Her eyes were unfocused, and she moved sluggishly in response to his command. He
placed the captive's bowl on the floor, admiring her naked breasts as he did so.
"Now, your panties." the man demanded curtly. Black Widow raised herself up from her position with her buttocks seated on the heels of her PVC pumps until she was standing upright on her knees, somewhat unsteadily. She arched her body forward, and hooked the thumbs of her hands into the waistband of her silk panties, on either side of her hips, as far forward as her bound elbows would allow her hands to go. Then, she pulled the elastic band apart, and began to push and pull her panties down her hips and buttocks, wriggling her rear and twisting her hips as she struggled to pull down her garment, while her naked breasts juggled before her chest.
Her bondage stopped Black Widow from pulling her garment down any further once she managed to get the panties off her buttocks and down her thighs. Her bound knees stopped any further progress downwards. She looked up forlornly at the man, who went around behind her. With a pair of shears, he cut the zip-ties binding her knees together. She now sat back down on her heels, before lowering her bum to her left to sit on the floor while twisting her legs out to her right. She now used her right hand to grasp the panties, and pull it down her legs, tugging it this side and that until the garment was gathered, rolled up, around her ankles, where her ankle bonds prevented any further progress.
The man came back again and took out two zip-ties, and once again secured Black Widow's knees together. Only then did he cut away the zip-ties binding her ankles. This allowed her to pull her panties down past the shoes, although she had some difficulty with the high heels of her pumps, having to stretch the leg-holes out to lift them over the stilettos.
Finally, the garment was free from her legs, and she struggled back to sit back on her heels. Once again, she stretched out her panties with both hands and raised her chest to the man as an offering. The man took it as a trophy of his conquest of her will, before pouring stew into her bowl. When he ungagged her, Black Widow once again dipped her body forward and ate ravenously, her buttocks waving behind her as she did so. When she was done, she sat back on her heels again, and let the man wipe her mouth before she was gagged once more, and her lipstick reapplied.
After the man was done, he took out a pair of leg irons from one of the pockets of his coat, and clasped the steel manacles around her ankles. The chain between the manacles was short, barely thirty centimetres or a foot apart. Once her ankles were secured, he cut off the zip-ties that had bound her knees.
"Up on your knees." The man ordered. Black Widow obeyed, lifting her buttocks off her heels.
"Spread your legs and don't move." The man ordered again. Black Widow shifted her knees apart and ankles apart, as far as the chain would allow, spreading her thighs open. With her elbows bound behind her, her body was arched forward, her now uncovered breasts, pushed forward on her chest.
"Stare straight ahead." The man instructed as he walked around his captive. In spite of her ruined make-up, she was a truly beautiful woman, he thought. He was also satisfied that she was trying to remain as motionless as she could according to his instructions. He glanced between her legs to her now unclad loins, and noted that her bikini area had been recently
waxed and was bare of any pubic hair. This made her sex looked even more prominent.
"You have been so obedient. I will now reward you." the man said as he went around behind Black Widow. He took out a coil of thin rope from one of his coat pockets and doubled it. She smelt a whiff of sisal as he worked, but she dared not look around. He pulled the lines around the enslaved Avenger's trim waist, and fed the running ends through the looped end of the rope, tightening the lines around her. He pulled the loose lines round to her front, and then pulled the lines down between her legs, before pulling them up against her crotch.
"Mmmmmmmm…" Black Widow moaned as she felt the rough rope press against her clitoris and cleave through her vagina lips to enter into her sensitive tract. The man continued to pull the rope up between her buttocks, pressing the lines deep between them, before feeding the lines under the rope belt around her waist, and tying the lines in place. Then he pulled down her wrists, and crossed them over where the knot was. He used the remaining lines to bind them together, coiling the lines twice vertically across and coiling them another two times horizontally, before tying the lines in place behind her crossed wrists, where she could not reach them.
"Very good, slave." the man said. He took her panties and went over to the centre of the room, where he arranged it neatly beneath her bra, another trophy in his fight against her will. Then he left her alone again in the cell to ponder her humiliations.
Black Widow was left by herself with a crotch rope binding her loins and wrists. The rope felt intrusive and pricklish at first. However, whenever she moved, it rubbed her in her sensitive zones, making her more and more sensitive in her genitalia. Every time she shifted her position, she found herself pulling at the rope, causing the lines to rub her. Soon, she felt herself beginning to juice below.
Black Widow felt mortified and aroused at the same time. Mortified because she was being made horny against her will by the very bondage holding her. Soon, her arousal became stronger than her mortification, and she found herself actively using her bound wrists to tug at the crotch rope, rubbing herself as much as she could.
"Mmmmmmmm…Mmmmm…mmmmmmmmm…" Black Widow moaned into her gag as she yanked repeatedly at the rope. It was making her very turned on, but try as much as she might, she could not achieve the release. Indeed, working the rope only made her more and more frustrated.
Chapter 7
When the man returned, he found Black Widow slumped on her side, moaning, her legs spread wide open, with one knee raised up in the air. She was still tugging at her rope, and he could see that her cunt was wet, which darkened the fibre of the rope that was binding it. He smiled at how shameless she had become as she continued to moan and pull at the rope.
When he went up and stood over her, she could only look up at him with pleading eyes. He squatted down, and pulled the rubber ball out of the captive's mouth.
"What do you want, slave?" the man demanded.
"I need release… I need to cum, please." Black Widow begged, all the sexual tension that had been building in her body was clamoring for release.
"Beg. Beg to be used." the man commanded.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" Black Widow panted, her eyes half closed, the streaked lines from the dissolved mascara framing them.
"Call me 'Master'!" the man demanded.
Black Widow's eyes widened at the command. Her body was yelling at her that it need to be ravaged, right now, and yet her mind was rebelling at the thought of the submission of calling the man her master.
"No… never!" Black Widow whispered, without much conviction behind her voice. The man smiled.
"Your choice," he said cruelly as he stood up. He went out of the cell for a moment, before returning with a coil of rope and the massage wand that he had used on her previously. He placed the wand on the floor next to Black Widow, and doubled the rope he was holding. He pulled her knees savagely together, then bound them together with the looped end of the rope. With the remaining lines, he parted them, and spiraled them up to her thighs, criss-crossing the lines as he went up to her hips, before tying the ends of the lines to the rope belt around her waist. He took the ball-gag around Black Widow's neck and restored it back into her mouth, before picking up the wand and forcing it between her thighs, under the crisscrossed lines of the rope, until its rubber head was resting across the captive's crotch. Then he pressed the button that switched it on. Immediately, Black Widow squirmed as she felt the powerful vibrations shoot through her body. She thrashed and moaned, bucking her body to try to get away from the pulses.
But try as she might, she could not escape from the ministrations of the wand, bound tightly as it was between her legs.
The man laughed cruelly, then left the cell, this time turning off the light to once more plunge Black Widow into total darkness, left with only the vibrations of the wand and the rope binding her vulva. In the darkness, her mind became focused on her horniness, which was going into overdrive. She was becoming more and more sensitive, but she could not achieve the release she wanted with increasing desperation. Her mind could think of nothing else as she struggled against her bondage, to no avail.
She felt herself becoming wet, not only from her cunt's ferocious juicing, but from her own perspiration, and the drool escaping from her gagged
mouth, causing the bare concrete floor beneath her to become slick. She slid around the floor as she writhed, moaning helplessly.
By the time the man returned, Black Widow was a total wreck. She was so completely exhausted by her ordeal and yet completely frustrated. She laid flat on her back, her legs folded up, bound together, with the wand still doing its devilish work. She watched him walk up to her, and squat down, removing her gag.
"Please… please fuck me," Black Widow begged. Then, after a moment, she added, "Please fuck me, Master."
The man could barely conceal his gloating smile as he pulled Black Widow's legs straight along the floor, then switched off the offending wand between her thighs, before removing it. Placing it on the floor, he now pulled up her bound legs again, lifting up her knees until her cunt was exposed. Her vagina lips were already very wet, staining the crotch rope. He pulled the lines out of her tract to unveil the mouth, before he lowered his pants.
Black Widow twisted and watch as be pulled out his manhood, which was already hard. It looked enormous, as he moved it into position. Then she felt its warmness and bluntness as it was shoved into her vagina.
"Ohhhhhh!" Black Widow moaned as she felt the man enter her. She know she was being violated, but she could not claim that it was against her will. She wanted it. She really wanted the release that comes with being fucked. As the man pumped powerfully away at her, she felt the sexual tension, already built up within her, being pushed up towards the explosive limit. The man was good. Very good. His penis felt like a jackhammer as he kept jamming it back and forth within her, rubbing her over-sensitized wall raw. Before long, she felt herself edging closer and closer to an orgasm.
"OHHHHHHHHHHH!" Black Widow moaned as she felt her loins explode in an orgasm of a strength she had never felt before. She shuddered as the man continued to pump her cunt until he too achieve release, ejaculating his sperm into her. He let out a sigh as he withdrew his shrinking member from her cunt, and released her legs.
"Was it as good for me as it was for you, slave?" the man asked. Black Widow could only nod numbly, as the man restored the lines of her crotch rope back into position. He decided that the Black Widow was a very good fuck indeed. He was glad that he had held it off for so long. He wanted to despoil her right from the beginning, but wanted to break her will first. The fact that she 'consent' to her own violation made it much more satisfying. The fact that he had taken an Avenger against her will only made the sex even sweeter.
"Good. See how easy it is when you accept your station in life, slave?" the man asked, as he once more restored the gag in Black Widow's mouth. Then he pulled up his pants. He looked down at the exhausted slave at his feet before he left her alone once more in the cell, switching off the light as he left. Soon, the captive dropped off into an exhausted sleep.
Once again, Black Widow's dreams were filled with nightmares. All her enemies seemed to come to mock her, taking pleasure in her sorry state, kept in bondage, and begging to be fucked by her captor. Then, another form of the dream took over. In all her writhing from her nightmare, she was beginning to pull on her crotch rope again. It began to make her
horny again, and her nightmares became wet dreams as she dream that she was on a beach, out in the sun, looking out to the ocean, wearing nothing but a black bikini. Suddenly, she found that she was tied to a deck chair. Her legs were bound to the armrests of the chair, spread wide apart. The back of the chair had been lowered down, and her arms pulled over her head, and her hands tied to the top of the chair. Her captor was now in front of her, and he was totally naked. She thought he looked gorgeous as he positioned himself between her legs...
Black Widow started awake, only to find herself back in the familiar darkness of her prison cell. She felt that she was wet again between her legs, and moaned.
When the man returned, he made some changes to Black Widow's bondage. The manacles binding her elbows were changed, with one that had a longer chain between her elbows, allowing her to drop them to her flanks, but no further. The chain linking the manacles to the wall behind her were also lengthened, allowing her a greater range of movement around the cell. She could stand up if she wanted and took a few steps around the cell, but she was ordered to remain on her knees as the man untied her wrists from her crotch rope. He took a pair of handcuffs, and bound her wrists in front of her. Then he placed the feeding bowl on the floor and put the stew in it.
"Eat, slave." the man ordered, removing Black Widow's gag. She obeyed, and dipped her body down. She found that she could now support herself with her wrists handcuffed before her, but soon learnt that this was not meant solely for her benefit. The bowl was placed a bit further from her than the other times, and she had to reach forward while raising her buttocks higher into the air, presenting her cunt to the man who came around behind her. He liked the look of her buttocks raised in the air, framed by the dark silk stockings she still wore, and the black lacy garter belt around her waist. The garments were worse for wear by now, especially the stockings, which had ladders and holes in them, but that only made her looked more pathetic and helpless, increasing her allure for him. He kicked her legs wider apart, and she heard the sound of him unzipping his pants.
"Eat, slave, while you can." the man said, when Black Widow stole a glance back at him, "I will remove your feeding bowl when I'm done fucking you."
And the man took Black Widow once more, pumping his penis back and forth in her tract as she ate from the bowl. She was already well lubricated from her wet dream, and she moaned as she felt her lust being build up behind her. She struggled to eat at the same time, to take as much of the nourishment that had been offered as she could. She cleaned up the bowl quickly even as the man continued to fuck her, causing her to buck back and forth, her heavy breasts dancing beneath her. She threw back her head and moaned as he continued, feeling herself becoming hotter and hotter until finally, she reached orgasm. She moaned, and slumped down. The man continued to fuck her until he came and ejaculated into her once more. Then he withdrew himself from her tract.
"Sit back on your heels." the man ordered as he stood up and zipped up his pants. He came around before Black Widow and used a napkin to wipe her mouth. Then he gagged her once more and repainted her lips, before leaving the cell, this time leaving the light on.
Black Widow found that she could now move around the cell, but could not quite reach the door. There was not much to do, though, other than pacing the floor in the high heels she was still wearing. She spent much of the time lying down, or seated. Often, she would be pulling on the crotch rope or playing with her clit, dreaming of being fucked, the only diversions offered her in the sterile environment.
Chapter 8
As time passed, however, Black Widow discovered now that she was being fed and watered, she soon found herself needing to pee and pass motion. There was the toilet in the corner that she could make use of, but she found that even with the new chain the man put on her, she could not quite reach the steel bowl. She tried to hold it as much as she could, but finally, she had no choice but to relieve herself. She tried to do so as far from the corner she was attached to as possible. The urine stained the rope as it gushed out, the lines pressing down on her urethra causing the fluid to jet aside, staining her thighs and wetting her stockings. It was a miserable and humiliating experience.
When the man came back and found that Black Widow had wet herself, he was displeased.
"You are a dirty whore, slave." the man growled. As usual, Black Widow had to remain in a kneeling position, and he towered over her. He unbuckled his belt and coiled one half around his right hand. Then he walked around behind the captive and smacked her buttock with the belt.
"MMMMMMMMM!" Black Widow screamed.
"Don't move." The man ordered. Black Widow tried to hold herself as still as possible as another blow landed on her buttocks, causing her to buck. Then the man turned to her front, and smack the belt over her breasts.
"MMMMMMMMMMM!" Black Widow screamed again as she threw back her head at the pain. She shook her head, pleading with her eyes for the man to stop, but he continued landing blow after blow until her buttocks and breasts were raw with red welts. She sobbed in protest at the man's cruelty, but that did not deter him from continuing to punish her. Finally, she could stand it no longer, and collapsed onto the floor.
The man waited until Black Widow recovered some of her strength. He then walked over to the corner to which she was chained and unlocked the padlock holding the chain to the staple on the wall. He walked over to the corner with the toilet, tugging the chain, so that Black Widow would follow him, shuffling pathetically on the floor on her knees. He kept pulling until he reached the corner, where another staple had been driven above the toilet bowl. He then padlocked the chain to the staple.
"Do you want to go, slave?" the man demanded.
Black Widow nodded reluctantly. The thought of going before the man was a shameful one, but she knew she had no choice.
"Get on your feet and step up to the toilet bowl." the man ordered. Black Widow got up onto her feet and took the last few steps to the bowl. The man untied the stained crotch rope and toss it aside.
"Sit on the toilet bowl." the man ordered. Black Widow turned herself around and placed herself onto the bowl. She vaguely thought of the model and how she had made use of the toilet, and realized that she herself was now being made to do the same. He watched her when she was doing her business, which caused her to blush and turn her head aside.
"Look at me, slave!" the man ordered, not willing to even grant this concession to his prisoner. Black Widow grudgingly turned and faced the man, her eyes downcast in defeat. And when she was done, there was the added indignity of having the man wipe her off.
"Time to give you a wash." the man said, "Back on all fours and crawl to the center of the room."
Black Widow obeyed, crawling to the spot indicated, pulling the chain behind her. As she approached the center, she found that the chain behind her was too short, forcing her to raise her body and then pull her elbows back, arching her chest forward. She stood on her knees in the middle of the room as she waited for the man's next move.
The man came around behind Black Widow and cut off the zip-tie that had bound her high-heels to her feet. He then removed the shoes. Next, he unhooked the clasps holding up her stockings, and removed the garter belt. Finally, he peeled off each of her stockings, tugging the sheer garment down from under the steel manacles secured around her ankles. When he was done, Black Widow was totally naked for the first time in her captivity.
Not that this mattered, for she had been so abused and violated that clothing meant little to her.
The man gathered up all the discarded garments in the cell, including the bra and panties Black Widow had been forced to strip off and left. When he returned, he carried a pail of soapy water and a sponge. He then proceeded to clean her with the sponge, paying special attention to her breasts and her cunt. The water was warm, and felt surprisingly good on her skin as she was washed. He then emptied the pail over her head, flushing dirt from her long hair as well. Then, he left, leaving the captive to air dry. When the cell door was shut again, the toilet behind her flushed, and she realized that the control was on the outside. Then she settled down for some rest.
Black Widow would be used again and again the next few days. Days? In truth, the former spy had lost all track of time. She did not know how long it had been since she was brought down here. There was no way to tell the time in the sterile confinement of her cell. She could only count the number of times the man came into the cell, and even that, she was finding it difficult to keep a count in her mentally and physically exhausted state.
Every time the man returned to water or feed Black Widow, he would make use of her cunt. She got used to being fucked while eating and drinking, and began to associate her own violations with those bodily needs. If she could still put coherent thoughts together, she would know that the man was moulding her mind to his intentions, making her into a nympho sex slave, but that level of mental ability had long slipped beyond her grasp.
Almost everything was controlled by the man, not only Black Widow's watering and feeding, but also when she went to the toilet. But she was never forbidden from playing with herself, for the man wanted her to be ready whenever he wanted to make use of her. She was only forbidden from ever making herself cum. To make sure she never disobeyed him, he would punish her with his belt now and then, ensuring that her breasts and buttocks were constantly covered with red marks.
Black Widow's mind continued to degenerate in her confinement. She could hardly remember what it was like when she was free, and her grasp of reality had slipped. Indeed, her current predicament was her reality, and her mind had reoriented itself to the very basic needs of the situation. She would drink, feed and be fucked. Every time the man came in, she would be sure to climb onto all fours or assume a kneeling position to await the man's instructions. It became a constant in her new life as a sex slave.
Until one night. Black Widow got onto a kneeling position to greet her master. She was naked, except for the steel bonds binding her. She heard the sound of something being wheeled in, and she stole a glance up to see the man wheeling in a tall narrow cage on a handcart. He wheeled it in at an angle, to allow its top to clear the door, and then righted the cage towards the center of the room. He came around the cage and pulled back a bolt lock and opened the cage door. Next, he went up to Black Widow. He bent over and unlocked the handcuffs holding her wrists before her stomach.
"Crossed your wrists behind your back," he ordered, and applied the handcuffs to Black Widow's wrists again once she had obeyed. Then he unlocked the manacles binding her elbows together.
"On your feet and get into the cage, slave." the man ordered. Black Widow rose to her feet as instructed, and took the few steps to the cage, before stepping into it. The man shut the door behind her, then shut the bolt lock, trapping her within. She found that the cage was just tall enough for her to stand upright in it comfortably. The bars of its sides surrounded her closely, leaving her trapped standing up.
"Place your wrists against the bars behind you." the man instructed. Black Widow did as she was told, and he released her handcuffs. Then he squatted down and unlocked the manacles binding her legs as well. She was free of bonds for the first time since she was captured, but now helplessly caged.
The purpose for this arrangement was soon made clear to Black Widow. The man hung a few pieces of the garment on the handles of the handcart the cage had been attached to. He held the first one up and passed it to the captive through the bars of the cage. She took it from him and saw that it was a pair of panties, made of sheer black lace. It was of the thong design, but she also saw that it was crotchless. In place of a normal crotch piece, it had two straps that were attached to a triangular front piece. At the back, these two straps rose up to meet a thicker strap coming down from the waistband of the panties.
"Put it on." the man said. Black Widow spread the elastic waistband of the panties open, bent over as far as the cage would allow, and stepped through the leg holes, one foot at a time. She then pulled the flimsy garment up her legs until the straps at its bottom came up against her vulva. She spread her legs and arranged the straps on either side of her vagina lips. Then she adjusted the back strap behind her, such that the black band cleaved her buttocks before rising up to the waistband, whose sides now sprung up over the swells of her hips.
The man took a corset hanging from one of the handle bars by satin loops sewn to the inside of its top, and passed it to Black Widow through the cage bars. It, too, was a black lacy affair. The cups had no inner linings, and would leave little to the imagination. In place of the cups, the corset had stiff bones at regular intervals, sewn into slots between the panels of
lace. These help to give structural support to the garment, in their tasks of confining and lifting up her assets. It had an hourglass shape to its design, with a narrow waist and flared out hips, and the back was open, with a line of hooks lining one side, and loops the other.
Black Widow pulled the corset around her trim waist, just under her breasts, before beginning to hook up the back. It took her some time, but she finally managed to secure all of them correctly. Then she shifted the garment up until the top covered her breasts. She found that, while the top provided adequate support for her assets, pushing them up and together to form a pleasing cleavage, they left ample room for them to wobble as she moved. Nor did they conceal much of her body amongst the patterns of flowers and leaves, including her pink nipples. The corset also constricted her already narrow waist to a tinier girth. The bones dug deep into her flesh as they performed their tasks of pushing in her flanks. It was uncomfortable, but not painful. The corset's hem ended just below her rounded hips, with four suspenders dangling down.
Next, Black Widow took the two sheer stockings that the man passed her, and again bent over as far as she could in the cage, and as far as her corset would allow, to pull the stockings on. When they reached as far up as they would go, she attached the clips suspended via elastic straps from the garter belt to the top of the stockings. These held up the black silk around her legs, making her rounded buttocks behind her seem especially prominent.
The man went around behind Black Widow and passed two pairs of shoes into the cage. It was similar to the pair of pumps that she wore when she was abducted, but had even higher heels. They were at least an inch taller, with the instep of the shoe plunging straight down before meeting with a very tiny sole. She bent down as far as possible, and hooked up the right shoe, and slipped it over her foot. She found that her foot was forced into a tip-toe once the footwear had been placed on it. When she was done with the other shoe, she had to bend over slightly in the cage.
"Hands behind you and against the cage." the man ordered, and Black Widow pulled her wrists behind her again, and felt the cold steel of manacles being applied to them once more, their steel bite gripping her joints tightly. The man then bent down and reattached the leg irons to her ankles, hobbling them once more. Only once she was securely cuffed again did he open the cage door and let her out.
The man took a black hood from his pocket and threw it over Black Widow's head. It blinded her, except for a sliver of view down her front, where she could see a bit of the floor past her large lace-covered breasts. She was led out of her cell by the man, the first time she stepped through the threshold of her cell door in a long time. She was marched along the corridor, walking rather awkwardly on her tip-toes, a gait imposed on her by the difficult shoes she had been forced to wear. The leg irons did not help, restricting the strides she could take to quick shuffles. Above all, the heels forced her into an unnatural posture, with her body arched forward and her buttocks pushed back. To add to her discomfort, her breasts bounced up and down on her chest as she moved.
The man brought her to a stop. For a moment, there was the sound of rustling fabric, then Black Widow felt a garment being pulled over her. She smelt rubber and felt the garment's heavyweight on her shoulders before
the fabric fell over her front and back, covering her almost completely, although her leg irons were still visible. She then felt a hood being pulled up over her head, over the first hood, and guessed that she was wearing a rubber poncho. The poncho cut off the sliver of view that the hood had previously offered her, and now she was completely in the dark and had to be guided by the man as he now led her up a series of stairs. It was awkward with her leg irons and very high-heeled shoes, but the man shoved her up the steps until he finally brought her to a stop on a landing. He bent down, and she felt the leg irons being removed from around her ankles. In her impractical footwear and blinded state, he had little to fear when it comes to her striking out with her legs.
A door was flung open before the pair, and Black Widow was now marched forward, the man gripping her firmly by her arms. She heard the sound of her high heels tapping on concrete before she heard the sliding door of a van being slid open. She felt shoved forward and fell onto something soft, then pulled in. The floor of the van shifted as the man climbed in, and the door was slid back shut. A moment later, she felt the leg irons applied around her ankles again, before the back of the poncho she was wearing was flung forward as far as her bound wrists. Her legs were folded up until the chain of her leg irons met those of her handcuffs, and she felt them attached, keeping her in a hogtie. Then the back of the poncho was thrown back again to cover her legs as much as possible.
Black Widow felt the man move to the front of the van, started the van, and drove off. Again, she was brought on a long journey. Being blinded by the hood she was wearing, she could not tell where they were or where they might be headed. She could not observe the situation to find an opportunity to escape either. And still wearing the large ball-gag, with any sound she could make muffled by the hood she wore, she could not call for help. She could only make herself as comfortable as she could and get some rest.
Chapter 9
The van came to a stop after what seemed like a protracted journey. Black Widow heard the sliding door being pulled open, and felt the man get into the back and pulled aside the fabric covering her folded legs, revealing her naked buttocks and lower back, and detached the chain of the leg irons binding her feet from her handcuffs. She was pulled up into a seated position to allow her to place her feet on the ground first before she was pulled up to a standing position. She was now marched forward again until she was brought to a stop. There was a soft ding, and the sound of doors sliding closed behind her before the floor began to vibrate softly, indicating that she was now in an elevator. When it came to a stop, Black Widow was forced to march again through several twists and turns before she was finally brought to a stop. She felt the poncho she was wearing being pulled away off her head, then the hood was pulled off as well.
Black Widow glanced around the room she found herself in. It was a step up from the cell that she had been confined in for so long. It was a large bedroom, which was easily two or three times that of the safe house she had used. Its interior decoration was defined more by a desire for opulence than by good taste, with expensive French Baroque style wallpapers on its walls, framed by gold-leafed wooden panels. A chandelier hung from the ceiling, a bit too large for the space, but again emphasizing wealth, as she recognized that it probably was made with Murano glass crystals.
Against the far wall, a four-poster bed stood, with gold-leafed iron frames, with intricate patterns of flowers and leaves.
The man Black Widow up to the bed and turned her around. He placed her against the foot of the bed and used a second pair of handcuffs to secure her to its twisted iron design.
"Put your feet together and stand up straight." the man instructed. Black Widow shifted her feet together, standing together with her feet together, her chest pushed out and her buttocks pushed back. She found herself looking at a large double door, through which she must have entered the room.
The man came round in front of Black Widow and looked her squarely in the eyes.
"You have to earn your keep, slave." the man intoned, "You are now nothing but a whore, and you will prostitute your body for my benefit."
The insult struck Black Widow like a blow, and she felt reluctant tears of humiliation flow out of the corners of her eyes. She could not protest, gagged as she was, and bound as she was, she could not resist. The man gave her one final cruel look.
"You are about to serve a very powerful client of mine. You will serve him well. If I were to hear any complaints at all, you will be very severely punished. Is that understood?"
Black Widow nodded reluctantly. She knew that she did not have a choice. The man turned and walked out of the room through the double doors, pausing only to fish up the hood and poncho that had been left on the floor. When the doors closed behind her, she was left alone to ponder her fate. Fearful thoughts flooded her mind as she stood there. She wondered what the man she
would be forced to serve would be like. She hoped he was not some gross obese old pervert, that would make her do even more debasing acts than her captor had done to her thus far. The more she thought about it, the more worried she became.
It was almost a relief when the doors opened, and the client came through. He was not as she had feared. In fact, his body showed that he had taken care to exercise and maintain his physique. His face, somewhat to Black Widow's surprise, was not covered, and she found herself looking at a middle-aged man who was not unhandsome. He wore a very expensive-looking dark suit, with a white shirt and red silk tie, with very expensive-looking loafers on his feet. After he stepped through the doors, they closed softly behind him, and he walked towards her with a military bearing, with a straight back and regulated steps.
The client came up to Black Widow and contemplated her for a moment. She found herself glancing down at the man, as she was taller than he was in her high heels.
"Do you know who I am?" the client asked, his voice betraying just a hint of a familiar accent.
Black Widow shook her head.
"I would have thought I would be a little more famous than that." the client said wrily. He touched one of Black Widow's breasts, rubbing the nipple under the lace with his thumb. To her embarrassment, she glance down to see that it was beginning to engorge and harden.
"Yes, so beautiful, exactly as I remembered you." the client said, now shifting his hand to her other breast, rubbing it with his fingers. An involuntary moan escaped the gagged lips of Black Widow.
"You have hardly aged since the last time I saw you, but I have grown old." the client said, walking around her to inspect her sinuous side profile. He placed a hand on her right buttock, and rubbed it. Black Widow moaned again.
"Stand still, Black Widow." the client said, a bit to the captive's surprise as she had not heard that name being used for a while.
"Yes, I remember you. Back then, you would not deign to lay eyes on me." the client continued, now moving his attention to her other buttock, while his other hand went up to her right breast and begin to knead it. She moaned again, throwing back her head at the sensation. She could feel herself starting to respond to the man's touch and wondered at how easy it had become to push her button. Her captor had trained her well to become a nympho sex slave indeed.
"Yes, I lusted after you, but you were the star of the Red Room. None of us mortals could come near you. You were a goddess forbidden to us." the client said, "Part your legs."
Black Widow did as she was told, taking a step to her left to spread open her legs. She felt the client slid the hand that had been molesting her buttocks down between her thighs and touch her vulva. She shuddered when
she felt the client rub her naked vulva between the straps of her crotchless panties, even as the client continued to knead her right breast. She felt him locate her clitoris, and began to twirl it gently. She threw back her head again and moaned even louder.
"Now look at you. You're nothing but a sex slave, for me to do as I please." the client said fiercely. He took a key out of his pocket and unlocked the handcuff securing Black Widow to the foot of the bed. Then he took her by her arm, and pulled her roughly around to the side of the bed, before flinging her forward, her stomach against the tall mattress. Her legs were draped down over the side onto the floor, and he kicked her legs open until they were spread wide towards the posts of the bed. Her cunt was fully exposed in this vulnerable position, looking straight back at the man.
"He has trained you well." the client said, as he tested Black Widow's vagina mouth with his fingers. It was already wet. The client wiped his fingers on her buttocks, and stepped back to take off his clothes. He draped them casually over an over-stuffed armchair to the side of the bed.
"The fall of the Soviet Union was a misfortune for many of our kind." the client said, as he pulled off his underwear and draped it over the seat of the chair. He then took the black crocodile leather belt from his pants, drawing it out from the loops of the pants. He snapped it against the marble floor of the room as he turned towards the bound Black Widow.
Black Widow turned her head to see what he was doing, only to catch a glimpse of the belt swinging through the air, to land squarely on her right buttock. She bucked and screamed into her gag.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!"
"Yes, it was a misfortune, but for some of us, it was an opportunity to be more than what the old system allowed." the client said, swinging his arm again, this time landing a blow on her left buttock. She bucked again at the pain and let out a ragged scream.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!"
"It allowed those of us who had been at the bottom to climb our way to the top." the client continued, swinging his belt again, this time landing it squarely on her vulva. Her buttocks twitched and she let out another scream.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!"
The client landed blow after blow, on the defenseless Black Widow as she laid bent over on the edge of the bed. The man was merciless as he worked on her until he was covered with perspiration. His victim, too, had a wet sheen on her body. Her eyes were filled with tears by now, and she whimpered weakly into her gag.
"This is what I do to all those cheap whores that cling to me in a desperate attempt to get to my money." the client informed Black Widow, "I made sure they earn every single rouble of it. Do you know how many of them
have laid on the edge of this bed, just as you have? You are exactly like them, a worthless piece of cunt, to be used."
Black Widow shook her head in protestation at this insult only to be punished further with more blows to her buttocks. Her buttocks felt as if they had been set on fire. She could only bury her face against the soft silk sheets of the bed and try to bear as much of the pain as she could, soaking the fabric with the tears from her eyes and the drool from her gagged mouth.
Finally,,, the client stopped, and Black Widow felt him move up to her rear. Then, she felt the warm blunt stiffness of his manhood push its way into her vaginal tract, and she moaned as she felt herself being filled by him.
"That's it, whore, enjoy it." the client said as Black Widow began to moan as she felt the man slid himself to and fro inside her cunt. He was big, and she could feel the hard rod glide its way inside her, stimulating the sensitive walls of her vagina. She threw back her head and moaned.
"Do you know how I had dreamed about throwing you over my desk and having my way with you all those years ago? You were always parading around in that skin-tight costume of yours. I wanted you to be stripped of that uniform and be put in those little French lingerie that we all dreamed about back in the old days, being paraded around and fucked like a cheap whore."
Black Widow moaned and moaned. She seemed not to care about his continued insults as she responded to his fucking. She began to pump her hips back and forth in rhythm with the client, trying to get him to fuck her vagina more deeply.
"Yes, that's it. Yes!" the client moaned, he reached forward and grabbed Black Widow's hair and forced her to raise her head. He used his other hand and pulled her ball gag out of her mouth.
"Say you are a slut!" the client ordered. "I'm a slut...oh…" Black Widow moaned.
"Beg!" the client shouted down at the captive.
"Fuck me, please! Fuck me hard! Take me like the cheap whore that I am!" Black Widow pleaded as she grasped her hands behind her back. She shook her head as the client rode her. She felt herself becoming more and more aroused, building towards an orgasm. When, she finally achieved that, she screamed in delight. The client released her hair, allowing the enslaved Avenger to slump back onto the bed, and concentrated on pumping himself in her until he too achieved release. Then he withdrew himself from her, leaving Black Widow slumped in exhaustion on the bed.
"You are a very good piece of cunt indeed." the client panted as he stepped back and admired the woman lying on his bed, with her wrists handcuffed behind her back, and her legs spread open, her cunt open to view and glistening from its juice and his semen. Then, he turned and began to dress.
"It is too bad that I cannot take you with me for the time being. I will have you delivered to me later." the client said, "I have important business to attend to, and cannot afford to be distracted by a cheap piece of ass like you."
When the client finished dressing, he turned and walked towards the door. Opening it, he spoke to someone and soon, Black Widow's abductor came back into the room. He smiled at the sight of the exhausted slave slumped on the bed.
"You have done well, my little pet," the man said, "The client was most pleased."
The man reached forward and yanked back Black Widow's head, restoring the ball-gag into her mouth. Then he pulled her up by her handcuffed wrists and forced her to stand on her high-heeled feet. Her body was slick with perspiration, and her eyes were half closed as she stood half-bent from exhaustion. Then the hood was placed over her head once more and the poncho thrown over her.
Chapter 10
Black Widow was brought back to her cell after another long journey in the van. She had been marched down the steps again, and then pushed into her cell, before the poncho and hood was removed. She saw that the cage had been removed from the cell, but otherwise, nothing had been changed. She was led to her usual corner of the cell and allowed to slump down onto her knees. Then the man left the cell to let her sleep off her exhaustion.
The man returned the next morning with Black Widow's feeding bowl and a thermal flask. He was pleasantly surprised to see that she was already up, and was in her usual submissive position, on her knees, and her head bowed down, drooling from the curled corners of her gagged mouth. She was still dressed in her lacy corset and the crotchless panties, as well as her black stockings and high heels.
"Did we have a good rest, slave?" the man asked as he set the bowl down, and went up to Black Widow.
The man never really saw the first move. He suddenly felt a powerful punch ram it's way into his crotch, causing a sharp pain to shoot up his spine. He felt his knees buckle, and he sank down onto the floor. He did see the second blow, but he was too stunned to react as Black Widow brought her elbow sharply around in a roundhouse strike that landed into his temple. He was knocked onto his side by this blow, and in an instant, he found himself looking at Black Widow's naked crotch from a position between her black stockinged thighs. It would have been a pleasant sight if not for the fact that his lungs had been cut off from any outside air. He tried to hit the woman with his hands, but they flailed weakly, and they were not in any position to land any effective blows on her. He vaguely noted the handcuffs dangling from her left wrist, the other manacle hanging open at the end of the chain. He saw Black Widow flick her wrist to swing the other manacle up in an arc and grab it with her left hand. She closed the manacle shut, and held on to it like a knuckle duster. Then she raised her fist and slam it down onto his face. That was the last thing he saw before darkness claimed him.
Black Widow kept her thighs around the man's throat for a few moments more, before releasing him. He slumped down onto the floor, unconscious. She searched his pockets, and soon found the handcuff key, and released the handcuffs and leg irons from her body. She stripped the man entirely naked before she handcuffed him and put him in leg irons making sure to intertwine the chains of the leg irons and the handcuffs to hog-tie the man. Then she reached down and pulled the high heels off her feet, grateful to be relieved of them. Then she selected the man's pants and pulled it up her feet. They were too long, so she had to roll up the legs. Then she pulled his coat around her torso and button them up to cover her half-naked torso.
Black Widow stood up and her knees wobbled for a moment. Then she steeled herself and stole towards the cell door. She peeped out cautiously to find that the corridor beyond was empty. It had whitewashed concrete walls and floor, pipes running along with its ceiling. The corridor was closed on one end and had a staircase leading up on the other. She turned back into the cell and removed every other object from within, including any remaining items of the man's clothes and shoes. Just before she left the cell, she went back to where she had knelt on the floor earlier, and picked something off
the floor, pocketing it. Then she slammed the cell door shut and pushed the bolt lock shut.
Black Widow tip-toed towards the staircase and mounted it carefully in her stockinged feet. She did not know where she was, and whether there were more enemies that would prevent her escape. She climbed the staircase carefully, step after step, but encountered no one until she came to a door. It had a heavy-duty spring lock on it, opened via a turning knob, and she turned it as quietly as she could, so as not to alert any guards on the other side. Then she pushed the door open an inch and glanced out. She saw nothing but a stone-paved floor and a grey wall. She opened it further and again saw nothing. Finally, she opened the door wide enough to allow her to peep around its side.
Black Widow was amazed to see a street beyond the door, with cars parked along the curb. She opened the door fully and stepped out, recognizing the street. It was the very street that she stayed on. She turned and looked up at the building she had just emerged from, to see that it was the brownstone that she lived in. She realized that she had been kept a prisoner in the basement of the building the whole time, and all the driving around was just to create the illusion that she had been brought somewhere else.
Black Widow went up the steps to the front door of the apartment. She rummaged through the man's coat and found the key to the door, and let herself in. She climbed the stairs up to her apartment. She was not surprised at all when the door's RFID lock clicked open softly as she approached. She would locate the RFID chip the man probably had on his coat later. She pushed the door open carefully, just in case there was an ambush waiting in her apartment but found it empty. All the items, even the guns, and explosives were still where she had left them.
Black Widow took a Glock 26 from the rack in the armory and loaded a full magazine into its grip. She cocked the pistol and walked out of her apartment to the door of her neighbor. She found the key to the apartment and unlocked it, pushing the door open and entering.
A woman screamed as Black Widow burst in, holding her pistol in both her hands. She found herself looking at the model. She was unfettered and seemed none the worse for wear. She was wearing a negligee but did not seem to be enslaved anymore. It soon emerged that the woman had thought it was all a kinky game, that Black Widow was a willing partner in a BDSM session, which the model was really into. She had acted her part, or so she thought and had a really good time.
Black Widow returned to her apartment after making some excuses. She was exhausted, but the first order of business was to take a hidden DNA test kit from the desk. She stripped off the man's clothes, and while still dressed in the slutty lingerie she had been forced to wear, spread open her legs and took a cotton swab, and probed herself in her vagina tract. Then, she carefully dropped the stained swab into a clear plastic tube and sealed it. She carefully removed her lingerie and bagged them in a clear plastic zip-lock bag. Then placing the two plastic bags on the bed, she took a long hot shower, before putting on a bathrobe and going to the armory. She fished out a phone from the equipment belt and dialed a number.
"My goodness Black Widow, where have you been? We were worried sick after not having heard from you for days." said a gruff male voice from the other end.
Black Widow glanced at the date on the phone and saw that she had been imprisoned for less than a week. She noted that it had felt much longer than that.
"The subject took his time trying to break me, senator." Black Widow reported in a matter-of-fact voice, "He did not bring me to see his client until yesterday, I think."
"I couldn't imagine what they did to you." the man said, his voice filled with concern.
"Nothing I could not handle." Black Widow lied, "But the important thing is that we now have our first link in the conspiracy."
"I am sorry that it has to be done this way," the man said thoughtfully, "But we don't know how far the conspiracy has spread, and how many of our institutions - including SHIELD - had been compromised. How many beautiful women had been enslaved and brainwashed, and placed next to powerful men around the world to manipulate them?"
"We will get to the bottom of this, senator." the spy said, suddenly feeling very tired.
"Of course, of course. But remember, you must share this with no one in SHIELD, or even the Avengers. SHIELD might have been compromised, and the Avengers would never understand what needs to be done."
The man paused for a moment, then asked, "So, do you have an idea who the client might be?"
"Yes, I think I do, but I must confirm it first." Black Widow said, glancing at the test kit on the desk.
"Good, good. But one last question, just how did you escape?" the man asked.
"Trade secret, senator. It's a trade secret." the Black Widow said, allowing herself a wry smile. She switched off the phone and turned to the bag of lingerie. She took out the corset and laid it on the bed. Then she picked up the man's coat and dipped her hand inside one of the pockets, and took out the object she had picked up earlier. It was a long, flat, and thin piece of metal, bent at one end. She straightened the bend and went back to the corset. One of the slots for the bones of the corset had a rip at its end and was empty. She slid the piece of metal back into the slot, then patted the corset, before bagging the lingerie again. Then she walked back to her closet and took out one of her Black Widow costumes.
The man pulled at the bonds binding him to the heavy wooden chair. He was completely naked, except for a large rubber ball-gag inserted into his mouth, and strapped tightly around his head and the tall back of the chair his head was resting against. This not only gagged him but pinned his head in position, staring forward. The chair itself had been bolted to the floor, preventing it from moving from its position in the middle of the cell. It was the very same one that he had kept Black Widow in for days, but now, he was its prisoner.
The man once again pulled at the bonds binding him to the chair. His wrists had been crossed behind his back and handcuffed together. The handcuff, in turn, was secured to a cross-bar under the seat that connected the two rear legs of the chair. His legs were spread open, and each zip-tied to a front leg at the ankles and knees, keeping them spread open. The arrangement kept him firmly bound in the seat, with only the smallest range of movement allowed. A hole had been sawn into the wooden seat of the chair, from the middle of the front back to the center of the seat. This left the man's penis and testicles dangling in the air freely between his legs.
And, although it was not visible, the man was sitting on an anal plug that had been fitted to the top of the seat, nestled firmly in his anus. It had been vibrating gently for a long while now, sending pulses through his prostrate. This had the effect of keeping his penis stimulated, and it now stood erect between his legs. Having been put on it for a while, it also had the effect of keeping him sexually frustrated. A black cloth hood covered the man's head, cutting off all sight from him. A pair of earmuffs had been fitted over the top of his head, its soft cups covering his ears, preventing him from hearing anything. The sensory deprivation these imposed only caused him to be even more aroused by the anal plug worming in his lower tract and kept him focused on his sexual frustration.
The bolt lock to the door was pulled open with a loud clang, and its heavy door swung open. The voluptuous figure of Black Widow stepped into the cell. In contrast to the time she spent as a prisoner, clad only in lingerie or stark naked, she was wearing her Black Widow costume, complete with her bracelets and her equipment belt. Her fully clothed status and the man's nakedness signaled the switch in their stations. He was now her prisoner, to be treated as she pleased.
Instead of the practical flat-soled boots she usually wore, Black Widow was wearing a pair of high-heeled boots, which typed a staccato on the floor as she walked in. The five-inch heels of the boots had an effect on her posture, pushing her chest forward while pushing back the rear. The front zip of her costume had been pulled down to reveal much of her cleavage. Her breasts bounced softly as she moved towards the man, noting the erectness of his manhood. She marched up to the man and came to a pause before him. She was carrying a riding crop in her right hand, the tip of which she used to lift the tip of the man's penis. This was the first sign the man had that she had returned, after putting him in his current predicament, and he whimpered softly into his gag.
Black Widow smiled, and pulled the earmuffs off the man's head, and dropped them onto the floor. Then she yanked the hood off the man's head, allowing him to see her in her full glory. She noted the look on the man's face, a
mixture of both fear and lust. She knew that he would be in the mood for what she had in mind for him.
"So, are you ready to tell me everything?" Black Widow asked, smiling down at the man, past her large breasts. The man could only nod numbly, as far as the ball-gag in his mouth would allow.