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Standing between the submissive Marvel and her superior, Yelena held her ground against Carol, in spite of her pitiful situation:
Covered in hot grease from the ventilation duct, Yelena tried to ignore how the flimsy suit stuck to her voluptuous body; blowing long blonde bangs away from her sweaty face:
Carol smirked; impressed by the girl’s daring:
“Well well well, look at this! My very own stalker!! Or are you really a spy??”
Ignoring the question, Yelena faced off with the cosmic blonde:
“Vhy not pick on someone your own size?“
“You seriously want a go? After seeing what I just did to her fat little ass??”
Yelena shrugged: “I don’t see anyone else offering. And vaut’s the fun in taking a fangirl when you’ve got a real woman right here??”
Cocking her head, Carol again considered this insane fangirl’s outrageous offer:
“Hmmm… well I do have a thing for blonde bimbo’s with big butts…”
“Sutchka!”
Realising her red wig was gone, Yelena cursed in Russian: so much for her brilliant disguise…
“It’s tempting… but I’ve already got the perfect Marvelette right here. And I don’t want some Black Widow knock off! You couldn’t go 5 minutes before you’re begging me to stop.”
Strolling around the impudent blonde, Carol leant down to stroke Kamala’s upturned rear:
“I haven’t even begun experimenting with this little Mutant…”
Twisting to face off with the distracted Captain once more, Yelena took in this hero with genuine disgust: This was the symbol of female empowerment? The face on the side of every little American girl’s lunch box?! Even now they stood at the base of a tacky Captain Marvel statue; the polystyrene shrine overshadowing all of them.
Shaking her head, once again Yelena allowed her big mouth to get the better of her:
“You are such a hypocrite!!”
Eyes narrowing, Carol finally tore her gaze away from Kamala’s big brown buns as Yelena attacked her:
“What did you say??”
“I said you’re a hypocrite Danvers!! You don’t come to these ‘Con’ to empower women!! You just screw them and move on!!”
Seeing the Captain scowl, Yelena realised she had finally hit a nerve, doubling down on the accusation:
“You are no Hero.”
“No!” Kamala mewled, too weak to rise and even face Yelena: “We’re special! I’m a Marvelette!”
“Seriously?” Yelena drawled, crossing her arms: “Vaut does that word even mean?!”
“What does it mean to be a Widow huh?!” Carol spat defensively: “You look up to that band of Russian spies?! They went from the Kremlins kill squad to Maria Hill’s whore patrol!!”
Feeling the burn, Yelena suppressed her own insecurity; knowing that this corrupt Captain was right. But that had never stopped Natasha. And it wouldn’t stop her:
“You know vaut I think?? I think beneath all that power and posing, you’re just a scared little girl looking for her momma!!”
Rising from her position Carol said nothing; her venomous look said it all. Glowering at the intruder, the Captain was about ready to fly head first through a spaceship; or even better, this slut’s fat ass!!
Crossing to her door, the naked blonde brazenly opened it to the world; sensing the girl standing outside:
Waiting impatiently Nakia stared up at her friend’s hero; dumbstruck to be greeted with the real Captain Marvel in all her naked glory:
“Get them out of here Nakia,” holding Carol’s cold gaze, Yelena instructed the girl:
“Ms. Marvel doesn’t want to see dis.”
“B-but I want more!!” Kamala squealed weakly as Nakia dragged her upright. Splayed out beneath her, Zoe scrambled; the sticky redhead finally released from her cum cocoon. Humiliated, rejected and still soaked in their fluids, the influencer stormed out of the door; completely forgetting her phone.
“No more Butts young lady!” Carol responded confidently: “Trust me, you don’t want to see what I’m about to do to this bitchy little imposter…”
“Maybe I do…”
Finally looking down at the brown girl Carol winked:
“Next time baby.”
“Buh but did I do it? Can I be a Marvelette now?!” Kamala moaned.
Distracted, Carol shook her head: “Huh? Hmm? What? Oh oh oh, yes yes, right. Yes, congrats Kamala, you did it. You get to be my lucky fan this Con selected to be a ‘Marvelette’. Congratulations!"
Friend practically dragging the confused fangirl out of the room, Carol locked the door behind them before advancing on the fake Widow:
“Very heroic Blondie; offering up your ass for hers. Its cute. Obviously I can’t go full power on your weak little body, no magic, no powers… but still I think this will be very satisfying…”
Shrugging Yelena held the Captain’s hard gaze as she circled her next meal:
“I’ve had worse. And honestly? I’m your biggest fan bitch.”
Carol smirked coldly, running her fingers over the blonde’s cheap suit as she circled:
“Is that why you’re leaking??”
Glancing downward Yelena scowled, her crotch still soaked from the orgy she had witnessed; damn her overclocked libido! The Captain’s sordid little threesome had obviously turned her on but thanks to the Widow’s chemical enhancement she was already in an increased state of hormonal intoxication; ready to be taken.
Standing before her Carol beamed; having effectively trumped her opponent:
“Well then ‘Black Widow 2.0’. Let’s see what we’re working with here shall we??”
Grasping the girl’s suit, Carol tore the top in half; shredding through the stitching to release the blonde’s big boobs:
Bouncing free Yelena’s pale round orbs shined in the light, engorged pink buds rising to meet Carol’s gaze. Another sign of the young Widow’s permanent arousal. Throwing the fragments aside, both women missed the hidden camera as it fell to the floor, instead concentrating on each other. Suit effectively ruptured, Yelena stood in just her tight leather pants, breasts completely exposed to Carol’s admiring gaze:
“Woah, you really are something aren’t you,” licking her lips, Carol helped herself to the girl’s full curves. Grasping each breast, the Captain made a show of mashing them together. Feeling Carol’s red and blue dildo bob between her thighs Yelena winced, her quivering pussy tantalisingly close to the relief she needed:
“You really are just like Natasha… 32DD??”
Gritting her teeth, the Widow tried to avoid showing signs of weakness even as Carol fondled her tender flesh, tugging on her engorged teets:
“My name is Yelena-“
“-Don’t care.”
Carol cut her off curtly:
“Although it is nice to have a real woman again. A slut, obviously, but compared to those two wannabes…”
Slipping a hand down to the apex of her suit, Yelena tensed as Carol curled her fingers around the girl’s swollen snatch:
“Mmmm but you’re as horny as a teenager…”
Gathering her juices, Carol lifted her fingers to her own mouth, sampling her desert:
“Wow! You even taste like Romanoff!”
Scowling, Yelena did not like these jabs; constant reminders of what the Captain had done to her sister and what was about to happen.
Squeezing Carol’s prosthetic phallus tightly between her thick thighs; Yelena smirked as the blonde instinctively reacted. Biting her lip, the Captain could feel the girl’s hot flesh cradling her dick:
“Uhh!”
“Between us, who’s really all horny and hard up?!”
Eyes narrowing Carol backed away, perching her behind against the dressing table; this girl was a more shrewd opponent than the previous offerings.
“Prove to me you’re just a whore.”
Exasperated, Yelena shook her head: “How?!”
Picking up Zoe’s phone, Carol aimed its camera at Yelena, pressing record. At the same time the Captain pointed to her erect phallus:
“Seriously??”
“Of course,” Carol crooned: “No real Spy could get away with this kind of exposure…”
“You intend to put dis on Instagram?!”
Carol shrugged: “Sure, I owe Zimmer that much. You just better hope she’s not as popular as she thinks she is!”
Shaking her head, Yelena knew she had no choice but to obey. Dropping to her knees before this fraud, Yelena crawled forward till she was between Carol’s thighs; the Captain’s huge cock bobbing between her eyes:
Debasing herself at the whims of this false idol, Yelena took the head of Carol’s alien phallus on the tip of her tongue; Glowering up at the Captain as they faced off once more.
“Mmm…” Feeling an insistent tingle as her prosthesis fired up, Carol suppressed her own arousal whilst focusing the camera on Yelena’s angry face. Seeing this reaction however, Yelena realised she could used this pleasure against the powerful blonde.
Slowly opening her lips wide, Yelena took the red and blue shaft into her mouth. As her lips closed around it Yelena heard the Captain murmur; satisfied that she could feel this girl’s pink purse as it squeezed around her electronic girth:
“Hmm, that's a good start." Carol said, impressed by this amateurs efforts:
“Now show me you’re just another convention slut.”
Glaring up at the Captain, there was a long pause. Wishing she could respond, Yelena knew her mouth was currently indisposed… So instead the girl grudgingly did as she was told; slowly lowering her plump red lips down the shaft, sliding inch after inch into her mouth until she had almost half of it past her teeth.
“Uhh…” Feeling every millimetre of hot wet contact Carol sighed delightedly.
Pulling back until just the tip was between her lips, Yelena allowed her Widow training to kick in instinctively; repeating the motion a couple of times in quick bobs to lather up the red and blue instrument with her saliva.
“You know your not just warming my cock right?” Carol drawled: “Its called sucking head for a reason.”
Yelena growled indignantly; amazed this supposed feminist would go so far. But Carol held firm, waiting until she could hear the girl sucking and slurping loudly on the dildo before allowing herself to feel this glorious sensation through her dick:
“That’s it!!” Carol moaned, tilting her head back: “More! I want you to take the whole damn thing!!”
Finding herself unable to do anything but obey the Captain’s obnoxious commands, Yelena lowered her mouth further on her enemy’s cock, taking it fully into her gullet on every thrust of her head until she was sliding her lips down most of the shaft; only stopping occasionally so she could breathe through her nose.
“Wow!” Carol groaned, genuinely impressed by this fangirl’s skill and commitment to the deep throat. After all, this was an alien cock! Designed for much bigger creatures than humans. And yet, the way this blonde stretched her jaw and throat to accommodate; it was like Yelena was made for this!
“Nnngh -You really are a slut! Aren’t you?!”
Yelena gargled angrily; desperate to tell her what she really thought. After all Captain Marvel was a cruel bitch who took blonde’s like they were disposable pleasures! But by some cruel twist of fate it was Yelena’s job to be here; on her knees pleasuring this vile woman. Both to save an innocent girl and maybe, just maybe, bring the Captain down a peg.
Leaning forward on her haunches, Yelena went into cock sucking overdrive; using every trick she had learnt from her sister to bring her opponent to a boil.
“Ugghhh Fuck that’s good!”
Carol screamed, forgetting the camera phone as Yelena worked her sensory shaft; pistoning her head between her thighs with incredible accuracy to achieve the perfect blowjob. Lashes flickering, Carol tried to maintain control as the blonde deepthroated her cock again and again. But it felt soo good…
Pummelling her own gullet, Yelena ignored the pain as she focused on the mission. But Carol’s cock was soo big… Feeling the unforgiving head stretch her esophagus again and again, the blonde suppressed the urge to gag as she took down the Captain.
“Ahh fuck it!!”
Dropping Zoe’s phone to the floor, Carol worked her fingers into the girl’s long blonde hair; gripping her head firmly whilst letting down her guard:
“Urghh! Urgghh! Urghhh!”
Yelena gurgled as she felt the increased pressure; her head pistoned back and forth on the cock again and again by the powerful woman; concentrating on suction as she was face fucked by Captain Marvel. Relaxing her throat muscles, the huge cock disappeared into her gully as she went limp as a sex doll. Nose slamming into Carol’s toned abdomen again and again, Yelena’s hate-filled eyes began to drip; breathing in the intoxicating scent of her arousal whilst desperately gripping onto the blonde’s thighs.
Staring down at that beautiful red face Carol could resist no longer; a concoction of sensation from the sucking of her cock and the glorious triumph of taking this insolent Widow fan enough for her to finally explode:
“Yes, Yesss, YESSSS!!!”
Cumming hard, Carol’s cosmic juices were channelled through the cock; bursting from its tip and straight down Yelena’s gaping maw.
Eyes rolling, Yelena struggled on her knees, wriggling desperately as she was forced to swallow wave after wave of the Captain’s super-powered cream, hanging on for dear life as burning hot cum blasted down into her belly.
Grasping onto the dressing table, Carol’s red-hot phonic fingers burnt away the wooden surface as the Captain came; redirecting her infinite power so not to blow the blonde’s head off.
Holding her breath, Carol did however drink in the girl’s humiliation; long lashes fluttering maddeningly, plump red lips wrapped around her large phallus, cheeks bulging with her cream as more spurted between her lips. Gurgling desperately, Carol decided this Earthling had had enough. Pushing the blonde backward, the young girl slurped free of her hot red dick.
Coughing up a mouthful of juices Carol’s cum spilled over Yelena’s bouncing breasts as the Widow gasped for air. And yet this blonde had done better than the Zimmer girl…. And that groupie actually liked Marvel!
“Alright, good job,” Carol admitted, barely letting Yelena recover her senses as she leant against the broken desk:
I’ll admit most girls can’t take a face-pounding like that…” Carol murmured, studying Yelena once more as she slowly recovered her senses:
“What are you??”
“Urgh..” Yelena croaked, her throat still sore from Carol’s burning hot delivery. Wiping her lips the blonde replied hoarsely:
“I’m not most girls…”
Feeling the Captain’s suspicion, Yelena knew she needed rot redirect this woman’s interests before she discovered the truth about her. Rising up on shaky knees, the Blonde Widow twisted away to give Carol an eyeful of her ass:
“I’ll say…” Carol murmured, watching appreciatively as the girl wriggled out of the remains of her suit to expose her fat white cheeks:
“What did you say your name was??”
Ignoring the question, Yelena bent over and slapped her own behind, flesh reverberating hypnotically before the other blonde. Peeling apart her cheeks, Carol’s eyes widened as she spied the plug hidden there:
“You prepared yourself for me??” Carol whistled: “You really are into role-play!”
Yelena grimaced; inviting the Captain to use her behind by waving it in the blonde’s face. Why was it always her enemy’s that took her ass so readily??
Squeezing her cheek, Carol used her other hand to grasp the plug’s head; giving it a sharp tug. Gasping, Yelena winced as the thick stick slurped free with a wet pop, the Captain throwing aside the device she and Maria had used for recording so she could focus on her prize:
Winking back at her, Carol was entranced by Yelena’s perfect pink pucker. Even stretched it had an elasticity most athlete’s dreamed of; already closing as if wanting to evade the Captain’s punishment. Rising from her seat, Carol was keen to show that ass who was boss:
Squeezing a couple of fingers into her ring Yelena bit her tongue; swallowing her misgivings whilst her behind swallowed Carol’s digits. Bitter about her situation, Yelena reminded herself this was all for a greater cause: she was a professional, a Widow trained from youth to take on powerful opponent’s like the Captain. Her body was engineered for this! She was Kamala’s shield, protecting a innocent girl from a far superior woman.
“God you’re ass feels incredible!” Carol enthused as Yelena tightly gripped her fingers. How was this girl’s rear so flexible and yet so responsive?! Hell this pucker sucked on her hand just as well as the blonde’s big mouth!! Grinning, Carol grasped Yelena by the hair, dragging the girl into the centre of the room.
“You understand with my power I could literally tear you in half right??” Carol explained to the bent over blonde.
Yelena chuckled, long blonde pony dangling beside her face: “I guess we’ll see who’s left standing when the dust settles.”
Shaking her head Carol laughed coldly. Did this Russian freak have a death wish?? After all she had seen what her power had done to a shielded ass! Why would anyone volunteer for such a wrecking?? Even 10% too much power and she would be splattering these wall with the girl’s bowels! But on the other hand, this fake Widow was under no illusions. Carol wasn’t tricking her, for once her partner knew what they were in for, had even prepared for this!! Filled with dark lust, the Captain rounded on her willing enemy.
Positioning herself behind the waiting blonde, Carol decided to take it easy on this pretender and let whatever this was play out:
“Fine! Your funeral!!”
Grasping her hips Yelena arched her back in anticipation; adopting the perfect pose for maximum absorption; now she would find out, once and for all, if her body was meant for this kind of treatment.
Aiming her prosthetic dick, Carol launched her hips forward; burying her fat red and blue shaft between Yelena’s thick cheeks.
“Urrgh!!”
Taken aback at first by the Captain’s immense strength, Yelena pushed back against it; eyes watering as the cruel blonde sank several inches of the dildo into her back door. Even by Carol’s harsh standards, this was rough; only Yelena’s pure determination allowing her ass to swallow several inches of hard alien cock without being thrown forward.
Yelena kept herself breathing as her rear stretched, taking ragged gulps of air, remembering all her training for this kind of assault. Muscles straining, the blonde reversed against her opponent, feeling the heat in her abdomen rise exponentially as Carol’s red-hot poker burned her insides. Of course, Yelena knew this was nothing she was ever trained for; Already today she had seen God’s and magic and now the literal strongest woman on the planet was stuffing her behind like a Christmas goose?! How could one Widow endure so much?? But ultimately Yelena was determined to meet this head on; or ass on, as it so happened.
“Hnngh -that’s good!”
Watching in amazement as her massive cock slid into Yelena’s ass like a knife through butter, Carol whistled. Squeezing her shaft delightfully, Carol couldn’t believe how wonderful this girl’s rectum was. Rippling under her force instead of disintegrating, the blonde’s behind responded gamely to her thrusts, wet walls stimulating the Captain’s cock better than any had before.
Carol shook her head, staring down at this impossible girl; could she really go to town on this one?? The Captain had tried on so many women. All had wilted, cried, begged for mercy as she broke them body and soul. But somehow Yelena stood strong in spite of the massive wedge stretching out her rear. This Widow really was something special…
So for once Carol didn’t hold back; now was the time for true satisfaction, to break this uppity fangirl and feast on whatever remained.
Delivering inch after inch Carol waited for the admission that never came, not realising the full magnitude of the moment until the her strong thighs slapped against Yelena’s plump behind and sent shockwaves through her own core.
“Ugh! How do you like that whore?!” Carol cried cruelly: “Like me twisting up your insides??”
Clenching her jaw, Yelena relaxed her stance and bent her knees; allowing her body to shape itself around the massive intrusion. Instead of breaking down the girl replied honestly:
“NNngh! Please Captain Marvel… I want sum more!!”
Expecting submission Carol blinked, shocked that the blonde still held firm; even with this incredible cock melting her insides whilst stretching the deepest part of the Spy’ bowels. Of course, the Captain’s expanded ego meant she basked in the glory of the sight before her; the Widow girl with her hands on her knees; an alien cock designed for impregnating the wilderbeasts of Kalorean 5 somehow buried snugly in her very human butt. And yet Yelena took it all and somehow wanted more:
“Well then,” Carol growled: “You asked for it!!”
As much as Carol had enjoyed her first moment of being deep in this girl’s slutty behind, she was unashamedly too horny to wait any longer; gripping the blonde’s waist and slowly removing the phallus from her rear.
Yelena let out an instinctive moan, having held her breath for what fell like forever; taking her treatment like a good spy and attempting to stay relaxed as the Captain swiftly pulled out her dildo with just the head now stretching her anal ring. Then the Captain launched her missile all the way back in; Yelena gasping as every inch flew back up her butt.
Entranced by the sight of Yelena’s asshole stretching around her cock, the long, thick dildo strapped around her waist slid in and out of the girl’s backdoor, Carol groaning as Yelena’s flesh rippled under her force, the blonde moaning at almost every movement of her strap on as it pummelled her ass.
Carol shook her head in amazement; this fake Widow could take a pounding like no other woman since Romanoff! How could an ordinary human be such an incredible butt slut?!
Twisting and rolling her hips, the blonde beamed, accessing crevices deep within the girl with such force that they would split an average behind. Feeling the slick heat of Yelena’s bowels Carol moaned wantonly; every slurp translated through the cock to the pleasure centres of her brain.
Yelena groaned and shuddered, eyelids flickering with every move. Rolling her hips with every punch of Carol’s super powered hips, the blonde used her skill and enhanced flexibility to absorb every thrust; bones rattling as she was lifted off the floor.
Caught up in her anal bombardment Carol levitated upward. Grasping Yelena’s arms in a hold the Captain dragged her into the air; the two women spinning in place as the cosmic woman bounced the blonde up and down on her massive alien cock.
"Pleassseee…” Yelena rasped, head looking back and forth as she dangled off Carol’s cock:
"What's that huh??” the Captain replied proudly, “Finally ready to give up before I break your fat ass?!”
Struggling to stay focused and composed, Carol glowed with cosmic energy. Radiating out of her alien cock, Yelena felt her belly bubbling as the blonde’s red hot phallus cooked her bowels.
Wave after wave powering through her red and blue dick, Carol stretch the girl’s insides, pistoning her hips instead and pumping the strength from her charge.
Feeling the carnage within Yelena gritted her teeth, strengthening her resolve with every cruel twist of Carol’s hips:
“Vhy?? Is that all you got?!” Yelena spat, hair flying as she was bounced in mid-air.
“Really?!” Carol shouted in the girl’s ear as she cradled the flailing blonde in her arms; Yelena literally held up right by the erect phallus destroying her insides:
“I keep going and I’ll turn your slutty ass inside out!!”
Eyes rolling back in her head, Yelena grinned; determined to show this egomaniac what she was really made of:
“Bring it on Bitch!!”
The Spy’s impudent words were enough for to finally send the proud Captain into overdrive. Digging her fingers into the blonde’s ribs she began to fly back and forth, her hips becoming a blur:
Feeling the last of her restraint slip away, the blonde openly mocked Yelena as she brutally pumped into her behind:
“Take it fangirl! Urgh! Take it all! Urgh!! You think the Widows are something special? Well. You. Are. Nothing!!”
Pausing for breath, Carol was genuinely amazed that this rectal blasting was even tiring her; no partner in her whole alien life managing to make the cosmic blonde break a sweat. Flinging back her hair, Carol thrust forward with gusto; determined to take charge of this insolent slut.
“Ahhh!”
Hissing Yelena kicked and clawed at the air, chest bouncing up and down with every super powered thrust; hair flying. Mouth gaping the blonde sucked in the air; using up every inch of her willpower just to stay conscious as her body was savaged.
And yet thanks to her bio-engineered libido: all Yelena could feel was pleasure whilst her resilient body to the brunt of Carol’s force.
Delighted by the blonde’s pained screams, Carol panted in the girl’s ear as the lit up the room in golden light:
“I have seen -Urgh! The whole -Urgh! Universe!! -Unngh!! And you are sooo fucking small!!”
The sound of Carol’s toned thighs smacking against Yelena’s fat butt cheeks echoed around the room, the Captain releasing every ounce of her frustration by slamming through the Spy’s back door, strap-on between her legs thundering in and out of the poor Widow’s ass. Hammering the depths of the girl’s bowels as she cried out hysterically; pain and pleasure burning into one.
Devolving into pure lust drove the Captain berserk. Somehow finding a way to blast the Spy’s ass even harder than before, Yelena in turn threw herself forward; matching Carol’s movements. But now the Captain wanted satisfaction; to make this sodomy so violent and vicious that this girl would be left stretched out, gaping and useless.
But Carol also needed to cum, badly, her whole frame shaking with each violent penetration. Part of her knew this girl couldn’t be this strong; and yet despite her best efforts, Yelena simply wouldn’t break:
“Why -uh! Won’t -Uh! You -Urgh! Submit!?”
Whilst the superwoman’s stamina was impressive not even Captain Marvel could hold out indefinitely; especially when enjoying the best sex she had ever had.
“Because -Urghh…” Yelena moaned, whole body suffering with painful pleasure under each thrust: “I am a Wid -Owww!!”
Glowing eyes becoming wide, Carol realised too late that she was fucking the real deal; all her pent-up arousal finally breaking through.
Luckily for Carol just as she gave in to her desires Yelena beat her to it; screaming at the top of her lungs and flailing in ecstacy.
Orgasmic pleasure permeating ever fibre of their beings, Carol felt Yelena’s sphincters clench down on her prosthetic coil; sending incredible pleasure flowing through her nerves system. Still merged with her mind, the blonde felt waves of hormonal joy rack her own system.
Matching her stroke for stroke, Yelena held on for dear life. With the world pulsating, the Captain went over the edge for what felt like the millionth time, only this time she didn’t stop herself; instead crashing over the precipice and exploding with a monster climax.
Firing her cosmic cum, Carol’s skin glowed white hot as her juices burst through her cock and into Yelena’s sore ass. Thrown forward Yelena screamed as she was blasted into the air on a photonic geyser of cream.
Fireworks riccocheting from Carol’s cock, the red and blue shaft exploded into fragments as Yelena was launched through the air. Bracing herself for impact, the naked blonde crashed through Carol’s self-indulgent display; the room reduced to ruins by the Captain’s orgasmicexplosion.
Collapsing to the floor, Carol landed on her knees; smoke rising from between her trembling thighs. Gasping for breath, the Captain realised she was kneeling in a pool of her and Yelena’s juices.
Exhausted and yet thoroughly satisfied, for a horrifying moment the Captain assumed her butt slut was dead. Even with her reputation, they would be hard to sweep under the rug…
“Unnnghhh…”
Moaning, Yelena was splayed out on the remains of Carol’s shrine; internal muscles twitching from her cosmic ass blasting.
Looking up, Carol looked incredulously at the blonde’s upturned ass; her once tight asshole now a grossly gaping crater:
“Huh-How are you still alive!?
Astonished, the Captain watched that painfully red rim quiver; somehow already beginning to close. Shuddering Yelena regained her senses, again groaning at the pain she felt all over; even as her pussy still dripped with lust.
Rising on her haunches Yelena gasped in pain: having broken at least a few ribs, the blonde guessed she had internal bruising, a dislocated hip and of course a ruptured rectum. Thankfully her enhanced Widow healing would take care of all that. Hearing a banging on the dressing room door, both women knew they didn’t have long.
Twisting to face the Captain, Carol tried in vein to stand against her opponent; only for her legs to give way beneath her. Kneeling at the girl’s feet Carol winced; for once their power dynamic reversed. Wiping her nose Yelena stared down at her foe as Carol blinked up at her:
“You, you’re not like Natasha… your ass is even better!”
Clutching her sore belly, Yelena shrugged weakly.
“Thank you; for you’re co-operation…”
Smashing through the door, a hoard of security tumbled into the room seconds later only to be greeted by the exhausted Captain still kneeling on the floor; naked and spent.
“Captain Marvel!?”
“What happened?!”
Ignoring the shocked onlookers Carol watched enthralled as Yelena’s ruined ass disappeared into another vent; wriggling away into the darkness.
Press joining the thrall, Carol winced as camera’s began to flash; catching the Captain in all her naked shame. Attempting to cover herself, the blonde knew her ruse had been uncovered. Typing into her wrist computer, the flustered alien quickly materialised her trademark red and blue suit around her tired body.
Feet rushing around her to ask questions and take pictures, one unintentionally kicked the Blonde Widow’s plug into Carol’s unsuspecting lap.
Picking up the large metal tool, this time the Captain studied it more closely; discovering the recording device within:
So it was a Con from the start… And Yelena wasn’t some obsessed Widow fangirl; she was a new breed of Widow!
Rolling the bulbous butt blocker in her hands, Carol read the words printed on its case:
‘Former Property of SHIELD’
Eyes glowing, Carol crushed the plug in her fist:
It was finally time to pay Maria Hill a visit.
…
The next day Maria stepped into her office, sipping a coffee as she strutted over to her desk. Picking up the paper the brunette smirked at the front page:
‘Captain Marvel Exposed’
Studying the cover image of the naked hero trying to hide her humiliation, Maria allowed herself to enjoy this small victory.
Carol Danvers had taken the bait. Of course, Maria had know her Widow’s bleeding heart would get her ass in trouble once again… that’s why she had planned for it. Unfortunately the girl would be out of action for a few weeks… but with a course of physiotherapy and pain medication the Blonde Widow’s ass would be as good as new!
And now that Captain Marvel had a taste of the new and improved Widow stock, nothing would stop her from getting it again.
Maria smirked coldly:
“Welcome to Avenger Con.”