TorBound's Bondage Tales

Natasha drew her arms above her head and stretched deeply as she felt her vertebrae pop one after the other. The warmth of her S.H.I.E.L.D. senior cabin and its en suite spa was a particular delight to her. The warm, lavender-scented water coated her lithe body, marked by years of scars but no less beautiful at age 33. Natasha had only been soaking for about 20 minutes when the nagging started.

Ever since she had made her turn from the KGB and the Red Room, the Russian assassin turned hero had always felt ill at ease when relaxing. Such western comforts were unheard of in her early life, and she still could never quite settle in. Much nagging from her teammates, especially Rogers, persuaded her she really ought to make time for herself.

As one of the very few regular humans working among the superpowered and godlike individuals that defended the planet, Natasha had to work many times harder just to maintain parity. What’s more is, while others maintained secret identities, Natasha was known to the whole world as The Black Widow. In fact, it often felt like she was more Black Widow than she was Natasha Romanoff; maybe that was for the best.

The nagging took over; she might be needed any time now. She had to get out of the bath and prepare; surely she’d get a call any time now—surely.

As she rose from the silky pink water, hundreds of beads of water ran down her naked body, tracing every curve and bump like a roadmap of her contours. She regarded herself in the mirror.

Short red hair cropped about the neck, slightly freckled, plump lips, and a delicate neck. Leading down to the muscular and slender body of an Olympian where the bust was the only thing in excess. Down to her legs, plump thighs support a huge round ass that only looked better in her uniform. Her strong calves and delicate, graceful feet finished the visage. She was what Swimsuit Illustrated: Hero Edition had labeled ‘The Perfect Woman.’ The moniker had felt gross at the time. Natasha was a weapon, not some bimbo to be ogled at and accept the lewd attention with grace and glee. She had only searched her name on the internet and seen the pages upon pages of forum posts and fan art dedicated to her. It made her feel off. A warrior needed respect; she felt like a poster girl.

Natasha wandered over to the bedroom, drying herself off quickly and getting ready for another night of being on call. She sat on the bed and gazed out the panoramic window as the sun set over the wide plains. Upstate New York was pretty, but it lacked the austere beauty of Siberia.

Suddenly a small ‘woosh’ grabbed Natasha’s attention, and she ducked behind her bed, instantly assuming a hidden position and thinking at once of the location of all her stashed weapons.

The noise had come from the foyer; Natasha could vaguely hear someone fussing about. She waited and watched the door, waiting for something to happen.

Behind the door, muffled, was the voice of a young woman, she seemed to be talking to herself.

“Hmm, this doesn’t seem quite right; let’s see… OH! N. ROMANOFF! Yes, this must be it. Good on S.H.I.E.L.D. for the signage…”

A blinding pink light and another, much louder ‘WOOSH’ made Natasha jump back into a defensive posture as at the foot of her bed stood a ridiculous sight.

It was a young woman, no older than 22 dressed head to toe in what could only be described as ‘Galactus Cosplay’ if Natasha were any more startled it was when she noticed the massive ‘hat’the girl was wearing, a near one to one of the death bringing cosmic being’s.

Before Natasha could say a word the girl sprang towards her and embraced her with a big hug.

“OMG, Blackwidow! Ooooh I’m such a fan I’m so honoured to finally meet you. I’ve been watching for a long time you understand. I’m so glad I picked you first!”

Natasha didn’t know whether to recoil and so just lately patted the girls back, whoever she was didn’t seem to be a threat. Plenty of mutants had powers of transmission. This quirky girl was clearly just an overly zealous fan.

“Okay, yes, very good. You can’t just transmit into my quarters, there are laws for this. You better be a registered mutant young lady”

he brittle, stern voice like the command of a general did not have the desired effect. Instead the odd girl just cooed at her, like a child with a puppy

“Ooooooh I love when you’re stern, that’s why you can compete with the bug hitters, they respect you. That’s part of the reason you’re first actually.”

Natasha noticed that was the second time she had been described as being ‘first’ for some reason she didn’t like the sound of it. She pulled a towel up to protect her modesty. Clearly this girl wasn’t all there. The best thing to do was talk. Like Rogers had taught her.

“Listen, what is your name girl, what do you want with me, I’m a busy woman”

The girl stepped back releasing Natasha from the hug and extended her hand in greeting.

“Nice ta’ meet ya, I’m Galacta, but you can call me Gali. Everyone does!”

Natasha had never once heard of Galacta.

“Yes of course, nice to meet you Ms Galacta”

she returned the handshake and followed up.

“Please state your business or I’ll have to ask that you leave miss.”

Gali’s smile faltered, just a little bit. The seemingly lack of enthusiasm from Natasha was perhaps not what she had imaged. She recovered herself with a polite grin and chatted on.

“Gosh where to start… well obviously you and your pals, huge fan BTW are kind of a big deal you know. I’ve been living in San Francisco for like a year now and I swear it’s every couple months some terrible tragedy happens and you guys are on the seen. It was even worse when I was in New York and I won’t even bother to mention Tokyo.”

Natash nodded, not really seeing where she was going with this.

“So I thought to myself, ‘hmmmm I really ought to step up here’, you know as earth’s favourite defender. Oh did you know I’m the daughter of Galactus. I was actually more of a tapeworm that parasitised his cosmic power but blah blah blah anyway I think Earth needs a bit of quiet time so as part of G.H.H.H.H.P I have chosen you as the first guest and sort of a trial case for the big resort I had made on the moon. Does that make sense?”

it didn’t make sense, this woman was clearly delusional. As for being the daughter of Galactus. Preposterous.

“Miss Galacta. You mentioned G.H.H.H.H.P, is this the organisation that sent you.”

as she spoke Natasha carefully stepped back toward her dresser reaching for her makarov.

Gali slapped her forehead comically.

“OH whoops lol I’m such a ditz. No organisation just me and my 58,000 robots I made. That acronym stands for ‘Gali’s’ that’s me ‘Heroines Hazardous to Human Health Protocol’. Not surprised you haven’t heard of it I’m not dropping off the flyers over every inhabited landmass until next week.”

Natasha frowned the protocol starting to sound sinister especially with its focus on Heroines, a familiar perversion to many criminals

“I understand and what exactly does this protocol entail. What have you set out to do.”

Gali brimmed with happiness once again

“Ooooh such a salient question you really are the best. That’s simple really! Earth has too many super powered beings. It’s causing a lot of headaches, attracting inter and outer dimensional threats, supervillains, mad gods. You know before you lot arrived it was actually super chill. Yes I know you aren’t super powered but you’re just as influential. Anyway I figured out that if you just take away a certain percentage of these BEPI’s that’s Beings of exceptional power or influence. Then the status quo would return and earth would no longer be such a huge target. I calculate that percentage to be nearly exactly every female BEPI. Don’t worry I’ll make sure to remove some bad girls too!”

Natasha felt a cold sweat creep about her brow. The talk of removal had unsettled her. She was inches from her makarov and ready to take action when Gali spoke up again.

“Don’t bother with the makarov Miss Widow. It’s right here!”

with a quiet whoosh and pink light the gun appeared in Gali’s hand.

Natasha leaped into action at once flying at Gali with and outsteched foot ready to be combined with a spinning elbow strike.

Gali justed giggled.

“You’re way too silly.”

a dull shimmering of pink was the only clue that Gali had done anything. That and Natash was completely frozen in mid air.

Gali waved her index finger about carelessly bringing Natasha’s suspended body toward her.

with a cross movement she forced Natasha into a spread eagle position as Gali inspected her like a new toy.

“Wow you’ve really kept in shape. Super pretty. Sorry ill make you modest”

with a snap of her fingers and a pink flash Natasha found her body coated in tight black Latex. Pink lettering on her limbs read G-001 / BW. A pink collar was set about her neck. She felt the outfit sink into every crevice. Like a second skin shiny and dark as night.

“Ooh that’s much better! Now I’ve done my research I know that if I lock you up you’re just gonna escape, I mean you’re famous for it so I’ve come up with a solution based on my observations of human behaviour.”

Natasha tried to speak but her mouth was immobilised.

“You guys are CRAZY about sex. You know being horny and all that. I don’t really get it. Celestial beings don’t tend to go for primal urges. But I reckon it might be a very good way to keep you occupied. You know keep your mind from wandering. Thinking about escape.”

Natasha felt a scream well up inside her completely silenced by her captors odd power.

“So I’m gonna drive you crazy with pleasure. I read a bunch of these comic books from Japan and the ladies in those seem to be having a hoot let me tell you. But oh, I need to show you your new room!.”

Gali clicked her fingers and with a blinding pink light Natash found herself in a small room. White and padded with no visible door or exit or even ventilation.

“Do you like it? This is the mortal class room I designed. Portal doors appear to let the robo orderlies in and out otherwise you are totally isolated from all of existence.”

Natasha tried to scream again only now realising the true extent of this girls power.

Gali frowned.

“Oh shoot I’m sorry. You guys hate being abducted and stuff I read it’s really emotionally damaging sorry. I’m gonna fry your brain now. Night night!.”

Gali walked slowly toward Natasha every second growing the fear in blackwidows breast. Finally Gali set her hand gently over Natasha’s forehead and spoke.

“let’s start off with one orgasm per second and figure it out from there.”

Gali’s eyes glowed pink. A strange force gripped Natasha. Like a powerful clamp on her brain but without any pain. Her eyes began to glow just like Gali’s and when the girl stepped back she brought her hand up to the captured assassin’s face.

“3…2…1…’CLICK’”

The sensation was immediate. No build up, no warning, no preparation immediately Natasha’s body was wracked with the most perfect orgasm of her entire existence. The text book definition of pleasure melted and spilled it’s contents over her brain and just as the concept grew clear the second was up and the wave crashed again another achingly beautiful mass of sweet oblivion drowing her- another wave another judder as her mind reeled with the concept one orgasm per second one orgasm per- another wave just as pristine as the others slamming her brain into hyperactivity, relief, delight, exaltation. Another wave and then another and another ad infinitum. Forever and ever on.

Gali looked at the woman. Releasing her form the grip and letting her body fall to the soft padding. She convulsed every second on the dot. A shivering mess of ecstasy quivering on the quilted floor, her motor neurons firing at random her speech barely human and merely utterences. It was sort of interesting Gali supposed. But she was beginning to get bored.

“hmm better take some selfies for social media, come here Nat, let’s take some cool pics!”

“And then, so you never get lonely, I’m gonna get you some friends!”

The End