Natasha stood outside Loki’s cell. She had told herself she came here to get information out of him, despite a strange sense of unease at the idea, but in reality she was really just following the subconscious instructions the Asgardian had implanted in her mind. A small voice at the back of her skull, deep inside herself, seemed to try to warn her of the danger but it was far too late. The Black Widow had intended to trick the trickster but Loki had already beaten her before she could even try matching wits with him, and she had learned early on that there was always a heavy price to pay for losing.
Widow’s beautiful eyes glowed with the tell-tale blue light of Loki’s mind control as the simple phrase he had spoken to her earlier reverberated in her head blotting out practically any other thought.
“Come to me when it’s safe and obey.”
Black Widow was no stranger to mental conditioning or coercion. Even as she was only dimly aware of her will fading and her body relaxing as the subliminal command took hold she tried to claw her way back to consciousness. To reassert control. But for all her years of training, for all her strength, the power of the Tesseract was stronger and Natasha’s resistance broke almost before it had begun. The inner battle that had raged was over in a moment as her will faltered, then failed, and after she stood silently starring ahead at the cell. It was as if the world had shrunk down to just Loki and herself and as if her will had been submerged beneath a suffocating ocean. Her face appeared calm despite her inner turmoil as she waited for him to speak. To hear his next command.
Loki got up and leaned against the front of his cell when he saw the lone Avenger walk into view. Then a smile came to his face as he saw Widow’s eyes flare with the blue light of the Tesseract. He congratulated himself on outwitting his dull opponents yet again he felt anger rise within him at the sheer arrogance of these mortals to think they could keep him, Loki, a God, caged. For a moment he simply watched his new puppet. The female stood obediently awaiting the word to set him free. His gaze fell upon her body and the tight leather she was clad in which did nothing to hide her feminine charms, indeed it seemed designed to do the opposite. When his eyes moved up slowly, after lingering on her form, he studied the delicate features of her face. She was quite comely for a mortal. Beautiful even. Perhaps even a match for Lady Sif. As his eyes took in her curves again he decided that this human cow would pay for the indignities he had suffered. And his smile grew wider.
Loki spoke. “What’s your name, woman? And not any silly made-up name you may have told my dim witted brother to call you by… what’s your real name?” Without any hesitation Widow answered in a clear voice “Natasha.”
Loki continued arrogantly. “I’ve decided you’re very attractive, Natasha. Join me inside my cell, would you? Leave the door open. But first take off those garments you’re wearing.” Even as she heard the last word her left hand was already beginning to slide the zipper on her jumpsuit down toward her waist. For the briefest of moments that same hand trembled as if it was about to rebel and calling on some inner reserve of willpower Widow tried again to shake off Loki’s control, but the moment passed and the front of her outfit fell open revealing her pale breasts, each seemingly crowned by rosy nipples.
The Black Widow continued undressing. After unzipping her suit she removed her boots and then her belt. Then she worked the hard fabric over her hips before sliding it down past her thighs. Underneath she wore nothing and the triangle of red hair between her legs that tangled and concealed was revealed. As she continued to remove her outfit the only small sign of any attempt at resistance on her part were two twitching fingers on her left hand, and soon she was completely naked. Even through the mental hold on her that Loki had Widow could feel his eyes moving over her body. Little more than a silent passenger inside herself she was still keenly aware of that hungary gaze fixed on her. Then one foot began placing itself in front of another and she was walking toward him. And she was helpless to stop.
Widow strided toward Loki’s cell, feeling the cold metal against the soles of her bare feet, pausing only to open the cell before stepping through the threshold and approaching the Asgardian. As she neared she stopped in front of him and felt tiny shivers ripple across her neck and arms as she did, the way a deer might feel when it sensed a predator near. Even though she stood with her hands at her sides waiting passively, that simple pose did little to detract from the lush nakedness which was on display and was made even more noticeable as her nipples grew firm in the chill air and goosebumps rose on her exposed arms and thighs.
Loki gazed at the naked Avenger, his eyes wide and luminous as a fox’s. He reached out with his hand and placed it on Widow’s skull first, patting her red hair gently. Then he poked his fingers into her ears and moved them around the edges, then over her eyes, the tip of her nose, and into her mouth. Black Widow opened her mouth as if she were a doll as his fingers moved past her lips touching her teeth, her tongue. He moved his fingers beneath her breasts wishing he had more time to properly tame this upstart woman, to use her whole body to make himself feel good, but sadly time was of the essence.
Loki placed his hands on Widow’s shoulders and pulled her closer, facing him, as he guided her body down onto it’s knees. He stood above her and exposed himself, preening for her. He already had a hard-on.
“Touch me. Put your hands on it.”
Without hesitation Widow caressed his shaft, her hands cool on his penis.
He watched her, as her naked breasts swung and her fingers worked his cock.
“Now kiss it.”
As Loki ordered her to kiss his cock she bent towards him eagerly and took him deep into her mouth. She made no attempt to turn away, she didn’t gag. She was his now.
Her mouth was moist and warm against his burning member and her darting, rolling tongue left no doubt as to her skill.
He was so aroused, Loki almost left his skin. His hands dug into her shoulder blades and his palms slapped her back as his feet tapped the floor and his head rolled from side to side in sheer joy.
His climax was prolonged and noisy.
Satisfied and flush with even more confidence than before Loki quickly readjusted himself. As he did his thoughts lingered on the beautiful creature still at his feet. He wished he had more time to dally with her but now he had other conquests to see to. Perhaps when he was ruler of Midgard he would give her the honour of taking her as one of his many concubines. As he turned away from her he spoke one last time. “Natasha I want you to stay there exactly as you are for your fellow teammates to find. Don’t scamper away or try to futilely cover yourself.” With that Loki left Black Widow alone, naked and exposed, on the cold floor as the horror of what had just happened to her began to set in.
