The Deleted Scene

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The Deleted Scene: The Avengers

By Muhabba

     Natasha couldn’t be bothered to learn the names of the two thugs that followed the

colonel around.  That would be up to the next of kin.  They may have been identical for all

that mattered to her.  They were just dumb muscle, paid to look intimidating and to tie

“helpless” women to chairs.  And since they had already done that to her she was pretty

much done with them.  It was the colonel that she was after, or rather the names he knew

of the Russian smugglers that she was after.

     Most people, not just women, would feel helpless, scared, or panicked tied to a chair

in an abandoned industrial warehouse but for her it was part of her plan.  Here the colonel

felt powerful and in charge and she’d let him do all the talking.  He and the two thugs didn't

realize it yet but they were caught in the Black Widow’s web.  Of course she hadn't been

expecting to be tied to a chair with a 50 ft. drop right behind her but what was life but little

surprises.

     The colonel was in charge and he knew it.  His two most trusted men knew it as they

casually flanked the beautiful woman they had tied to the chair.  And know she was going

to know it too.  “This is not how I wanted this evening to go,” he told her with a

compassionate smile.

     Natasha Romanoff, known as the Black Widow, tried to keep a self-satisfied smile off of

her beautiful face.  Everything was going perfectly.  “I know how you wanted this evening

to go.  Believe me this is better,” she said.  It had been a double blind.  Trying to seduce

her target knowing that he actually knew who she was and that she was trying to seduce him

so that he would feel clever and cocky after “catching” her.

     “Who are you working for? Lermentov, yes?” the colonel asked.  There was no way

he could let the woman go.  Her fate had been sealed the moment he had recognized her

but she still had information that he would need.  Who hired her and what did they want.

     Thug number one puffed up his chest and asked, “Does he think we have to go

through him to move our cargo?”  He had been the one to actually capture the woman and

needed to prove it to her, and to his boss, that he could handle any situation, even a

notorious spy.

     The colonial let his employee glare at the bound captive for a moment.  It was

important for her to know who she was dealing with and the muscle he could bring to bear.  

“I thought General Solohob was in charge of the export business,” he said.  It wasn't a

question.  He’d worked with Solohob before and had always doubted that the old General

was as connected as he led people to believe.

     Once again Natasha had to repress a smile.  She’d already gotten two names that she

needed and she wondered how many more the colonel would volunteer before she had to

make her escape.  Her modest black cocktail dress was too slight to hold any weapons but

the two thugs had thoroughly frisked her anyway her before tying her up.  Extremely

thoroughly.  And the chair was old, rickety, and creaked loudly.  She had her escape

planned out before her butt had hit the wood.  “Solohob was a bagman, a front.  Your

outdated information betrays you,” she said.  Poke his pride and see what leaks out.  She

had no idea who Solohob was yet but maybe she’d get her captive to tell her, after all, he’d

told her so much already.

     The colonel smiled again.  If Solohob was just a patsy then there was no reason not to

go ahead and take him out and take over his business.  He almost felt sorry for the sexy

secret agent, she’d already slipped up and they had just gotten started.  And the night was

still young.  “The famous Black Widow and she turns out to be simply another pretty face,”

he chuckled.

     “You really think I'm pretty?” Natasha asked.  She needed the 3 men to notice her

looks.  Enemy or not, men liked and trusted a pretty face.  And a nice body which is why

she had chosen this particular cocktail dress.  Plenty of room for her legs and arms to move

and plenty of cleavage to distract pretty much any man.  The black pantyhose were purely

for decoration and her legs looked great in them.  And with the men’s eyes on her legs and

chest it let her test the tape binding her to the chair.

     Letting his two men move closer to their captive, the colonel let his fingers dance over

the tools set out on the table next to him.  “Tell Lermentov we don't need him to move the

tanks,” he said smugly, “Tell him he is out.”  His man tipped the Black Widow’s chair back

over the drop, her blue eyes going wide in panic.  He decided which of the tools he’d use

first.  “Well... you may have to write it down,” he said as he walked closer to the beautiful

woman with the pliers held in front of him.  His man pressed her cheeks together forcing

her to open her mouth.

     He let his eyes crawl over the woman's amazing body.  Her dress had ridden up high

on her thick thighs and her heaving chest was threatening to throw her large breasts out of

the top.  He trailed the tip of the cold metal in his hand over the bound secret agent’s

jiggling cleavage.  With her flaming red hair and crystal blue eyes she was past “pretty”.  

And her body, even hidden beneath her simple dress, was phenomenal.  “It seems like such

a waste,” he said, mostly to himself as he slid the pliers up her graceful neck to her lips.  

With her mouth gapping open he had no problems seeing her pink tongue wiggling about.  

Her eyes were wide with fear.  “You are indeed pretty,” he said breathlessly.

     The colonel switched hands with the pliers and sent his free hand down to the

infamous Black Widow’s equally infamous chest.  He squeezed one large breast through her

dress and then traced across to do the same with the other firm tit.  He shoved the pliers at

his thug so he could use both hands to molest the spy’s breasts as she struggled against him.

     Natasha had to stop herself from smiling as she thought, “Men are so easy.”  She

hadn't believed for a moment that she was under any real danger as the Colonel and his men

talked.  They wouldn't do anything to her until they’d told her how bad they were.  And if

course telling her how bad they were wouldn't be good enough, they’d have to show her.

     The Colonel ran his hands roughly from the Black Widow’s chest to her shoulders and

shook her.  She squeaked in shock and he smiled at the sound before running his hands

over the straps of her gown.  He yanked the flimsy material down her arms unleashing her

large tits.  The full orbs jiggled on her chest for a moment as he feasted his eyes on her

unencumbered chest.  Her tits were every bit as magnificent as he had imagined they

would be.  He barely even noticed his men relaxing their grips on the trapped woman,

easing her chair back onto all it's legs, all their concentration drawn to the captured spy’s

tits.

     Reverently the colonel slid his hands down to the spy’s full breasts.  They were warm

and smooth and pale with traces of blue veins below the skin.  Far larger than his hands as

he squeezed the Black Widow’s heavenly tits and watched her flesh bulge between his

spread fingers.  He slid his palms across her sensitive nipples before grabbing onto her

breasts, kneeling down, and lifting them up to his face.  He thrust his face forward and

quickly swallowed one nipple into his sucking mouth, practically milking her tit as he

squeezed both over developed mammaries over and over again.

     As her target switched from one breast to the other, Natasha tried to play the part.  

She didn't want to act completely dominated by the men or they would take the rough

treatment too far or if she acted completely nonplussed the same thing would happen.  

Therefore she had to act slightly welcoming to their advances in order to stroke their egos

and inspire them to keep up the more simple attentions.  And hopefully by the end, if she

played her cards right, they’d wear themselves out and she could make her escape.

     Releasing his hold on the Black Widow’s endowments, the colonel stood up and

turned to the second of his men.  “Help yourselves, gentlemen,” he said magnanimously as

he began unbuckling his pants, “There's more than enough for everybody.”  He yanked

down his pants and freed his erection as he two guards got on their knees on either side of

him.  They each began attacking the bound woman's tits while he grabbed the back of her

head with one hand and aimed his prick at her mouth with the other.

     The colonel yanked the Widow’s hair forwards causing her to gasp in pain and open

her mouth to him.  He thrust himself forward and mounted her beautiful face, burying

himself balls deep inside of her.  He grunted and grabbed the sides of her head and began

fucking her mouth, his balls slapping against her chin as her tongue wiggled around his shaft

and his cock-head slid in and out of her throat.

     “Did you think it would be so easy?” the colonel chuckled as he buried himself again

and again into the famous Black Widow’s mouth, “Did you think you could just walk in, bat

your eyes and get what you wanted?”  He pulled his throbbing cock out and slapped it

against the bound spy’s beautiful face, tears building in her eyes and strings of drool dripping

from the corners of her mouth.  He thrust himself back in and groaned in contentment as

he held himself still, waiting until his beautiful captive was gasping for breath around his

shaft.

     “Clear the way,” the colonel ordered as he pulled his shaft out of his prisoner’s

talented mouth.  Both of his men immediately complied and stood up on either side of him.  

He grabbed Black Widow’s thoroughly molested breasts and thrust his cock between them,

roughly fucking her spectacular tits.  “Her mouth is all yours, gentlemen,” he said with a

chuckle as he thumbed the spy’s hard, wet nipples.

     Both of the guards quickly did away with their pants, tugging them quickly down to

their ankles before grabbing the sides of the Black Widow’s head.  After feasting on her tits,

neither man wanted to wait any longer and thrust themselves forward, plugging her mouth

with both of their cocks at the same time.  They both groaned out in lust as they raggedly

fucked her mouth together, rubbing themselves against the insides of her cheeks and the

roof of her mouth.  Her tongue wiggled wildly back and for against their shafts as she

struggled to breath around their combined girth.

     The leader fucking her tits was groaning out in lust while the two guards set up a

sympathetic pace inside of Natasha’s mouth.  One guard buried himself as deep as he could

while the other one pulled out before they would switch and the second guard thrust

himself deep inside of her with the first pulled back.

     All three men worked her body like a well lubed engine, thrusting themselves into her

warm, moist mouth and her firm, spit slick tits.  She could tell this wasn't the first time they

had taken a woman like this.  With a grunt and a nod from the colonel the switched places

with one thug fucking her tits and the other thug sharing her mouth with their leader.  Her

vision was completely block by thrusting pelvises and pubic hair but she didn't really need to

see, she had memorized the lay out of the warehouse as soon as they dragged her in and

had already planned her escape route.

     On another grunted command the men switched and then again, sharing her mouth

and tits with each other.  Her nipples were hard and ached from the constant attention and

so did her jaw.  Her chin and chest were covered in the warm saliva of the men, greasing

the way for each of them to fuck her mouth and tits.  The only respite she would get was

when they each took turns sliding their cocks deep into her mouth and plunging into her

tightly clutching throat one at a time giving her short gasps of air before thrusting.

     “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” one of the men started grunting, signaling everyone what was

about to happen.  The colonel and the other thug stepped away and let their companion

have her to himself.  He buried himself between her heaving tits using one had to smash

her breasts together while he used his other hand to yank her head down.  While he fucked

her tits the top of his cock slipped up into her mouth and he used his grip to bob her head up

and down on his tip.  He groaned in perfect contentment as he came inside of her, filling

her mouth with his thick seed, holding himself still until she was forced to swallow every

drop.

     The other thug gave his companion a friendly shove before thrusting himself into the

Black Widow’s gasping mouth.  He fucked himself into her throat were he exploded, forcing

her to swallow every bit of his cum.  When his dick started to soften he stood back and

tucked himself back into his pants and, standing opposite of the other thug, one on each side

of the beautiful, abused spy.

     The colonel nodded to his men and they both grabbed onto Natasha’s head, holding

her perfectly still.  The leader slid his hard, clammy cock against his captive’s beautiful

features, rubbing himself all over and truly fucking her face.  He rubbed himself against her

pursed lips, the graceful jaw, her smooth cheeks, across her eyes that she had to close in

defense, her forehead and then flicked her nose with the head of his cock.

     “Open your mouth,” the colonel ordered as he fisted himself and then watched at the

famous Natasha Romanoff obediently complied.  He half-assed aimed for her open mouth

as he exploded, smearing his thick cum across her lower face and into her mouth.

     When he was finished, the colonel slipped himself back into his slacks and sneered

down at the captured spy.  “Yes, very pretty indeed,” he mocked before nodding at his men.

     Still in character, Natasha stared defiantly up at the leader as his men began cleaning

their spit and seed off of her face.  “You’ll pay for this,” she said as the men finished and

pulled her dress back up over her well-fucked chest.

     “What?” the colonel mocked in false sincerity, “You are cleaned and clothed.  It is as

if nothing ever happened.”  He took the pliers back from his henchman and looked back

down at his prisoner.  “Now where were we?”

     A strange ring interrupted the planned torture and his employee took his ringing cell

phone out of his pocket.  He answered it and then held it helplessly oh towards the colonel

and said, “It’s for her.”

To be continued in Marvel’s The Avengers