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"I'll be bound to you

In leather and chains,

I'll be your sister

Your young bride

Your angel

Your slave."

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Fingertips tickle down my back, light but ever present. I shiver against the feeling, lips curling up into a smile that I've finally remembered how to achieve. Natasha rewards me with a kiss and hands smoothing down my moist skin. I revel in her affection but remain subdued. Always mindful of her control.

"Let's go again," Natasha said, gesturing for me to stand. I grin and hop to my feet expertly, ready for a rematch. At first, I thought I would win but Tash surprised me with her speed. Always one step ahead. I began to wonder what the Red Room did to her.

She circles me like a predator. I can literally feel her eyes moving over me as I tense up. I lock onto her wild eyes and watch them shift to each part of me, feeling aroused suddenly. At this moment, I decide that I want to win. Which, in turn, means losing again.

I strike out wildly and try to grab my mate with strong hands. My aim is true and I manage to trap her arms easily. Natasha scowls at me, already sensing where I'm going with this. I want to laugh but instead I pull her forward into a bear hug, trapping her further. She struggles harder than I expect.

"What? You don't like being in my arms anymore," I taunt her, smirking at her attempts to get free.

Natasha stops momentarily and rolls her eyes at me. "You know that's not the problem, Ash. I know what you're trying to do."

I lick my lips at her words. Of course she does. I tackle her to the ground easily, using my body as a cage when we hit the mat. My black widow tries to crawl away from me. All calculated movements and lithe limbs. Something feral overtakes me then. It's like an animal trying to claim its meal. My hand wraps around her throat and suddenly she's so angry. In the back of my mind, I know I'm wrong. I know I'm relapsing but I can't stop myself. I feel out of control.

"Let go of me," Natasha grunts, my hand constricts slightly and she's seeing red. I can almost see a flicker of fear in her eyes. Yes.

"If you don't-"

She doesn't finish her sentence. Instead, I find myself on my stomach with a knee in my back and a strong arm around my neck. I moan as she constricts my airway. Seeing stars is an understatement for what she does to me. It's like falling into the center of a black hole. Being ripped into shreds only to come out a new being with purpose. This is what she gives me.

"You like making me angry don't you? Especially in public places. Our team mates could come in at anytime but you would like that wouldn't you? Letting them see me fuck you within an inch of your life," she growls. My body clenches up at her words and I nod as best I can. I want it.

"Well it's not happening. Maybe Barton but no one else. You belong to me and you would do well to remember that. Matter of fact. I'll show you."

Her arm releases me and I groan in disapproval, only to receive a hard smack on the ass. She walks away suddenly, boots hitting the ground with a click. I lie there on my stomach, smiling as the door to the training room locks. I know what's next and I want to strip for her but I know I'm not supposed to move. I want to defy her for more punishment.

"Get on your knees." A whip. Her voice is different now, commanding and harsh. I obey her immediately. Without hesitation.

I can see her grabbing a remote out of the corner of my eye. It is small and black, unsuspecting. One might think it's for a tv but really it's for a secret compartment. I still don't know how she got Tony to say yes to this. Maybe because he wanted to watch on the cameras. I don't really care.

A lone tile in the floor comes up and a rack slowly begins to rise up from beneath. My breath catches in my throat. I haven't seen this before. I thought that she was just getting the flogger or the gag. Four leather restraints are attached to the rack, obviously for my four limbs. I scoff internally as she gives me a serious look. Those can't hold me back.

Come here," she says, voice different. It's like she isn't enjoying this now. My chest tightens as I stand up and I'm alarmed. I don't know what it is but something is not right here. Usually, she loves this as much as I do.

As I reach her, her finger lies on a certain button that I haven't noticed. My brows furrow when she presses it as soon as I come close to her. I look at her oddly when nothing happens. Her eyes are sad but intense. It's like she has to do something she doesn't want to do.

"What's wrong Tash-"

I scream as my arms and legs are restrained painfully. I struggle hard but to no avail. Looking up to my wrist, I see steel cables as thick as branches snake around them. I try to pull my ankles and arms free with everything I have but it doesn't work. My hands begin to ice over as memories I thought I'd forgotten came back to me. I could feel my eyes inking over into black, itching horribly. I scream in anguish as phantom pain racks my body.

"You can stop struggling now, Ash. That's titanium steel. Not even you can escape that," Natasha says behind me. I sneer at her voice. I should've killed her when I had the chance. The bitch is still a traitor. I feel scissors at my back cutting my sports bra up the middle to expose my back and I don't feel too good.

"I know what you're thinking right now and no. I'm not going to kill you. But...I will take whatever is plaguing you away. I have to." Her voice is full of emotion. I can't process it in my haze of murderous rage but if I could I would feel horrible.

The hissing of something meets my ears and I panic. It coils and drags on the ground as she comes closer to my back. "Natasha, you better stop this," my voice is uncharacteristiclay deep and growling. I try to retreat back to the real me but I can't. My body is slowly falling away from me.

"Can't do that, Ash. You lost control and I have to give it back...for good."

I growl and muster up enough strength to try and break free. Only to be stopped by the most searing pain. The cracking of a whip ends at my exposed back. The sound is thunderous but my pain is even worse. I tense up and stop my scream from bursting forth. I won't give her the satisfaction. I won't give anyone the satisfaction of hearing my screams again.

She pulls the whip back and cracks it forward again. I catch my breath as the pain floods my system. My blood trickles down my back slowly, tickling my skin. Almost immediately, another strike hits like lightning. This time I gasp aloud, unable to keep it in. With this pain comes a pleasure that I don't expect. It's foreign and stronger than I've ever felt before. My womanhood clenches hard as another stroke lays into my skin, opening me up.

I moan.

"Who do you belong to," Natasha says. Her voice is strict and unrelenting. I still refuse to give her what she wants. Even though I want it too.

"She belongs to us. Her so called soul mate hasn't come for her yet. I say, she never will. Free game."

The whip finds it mark in the middle of my back and I arch forward at the force of it. A whimper escapes me without my knowledge and I feel faint. She doesn't waste time hitting me faster. Tears stream down my face. I can't get a break. I feel surrounded by pain and pleasure. There is no end to this.

Finally, I sob and slump in my binds. My arms ache and my back is trickling blood down to my ass. "Who do you belong to, Ash? Tell me," she asks, suddenly close to my back. I gasp between sobs, trying to stutter out her name.

"Y-You. I belong t-to you."

Natasha hums in approval. I moan as her tongue licks a stripe up my bloody back. I'm painfully wet and vulnerable. All I can do is shiver in my binds as she hand reaches around and slips into my joggers with ease. Her reward seems to please her.

"We aren't done yet."

Another titanium cable shoots from the ground and I can't even scream. It wraps around my midsection and pulls me to my hands and knees effortlessly. I gasp for air as Natasha begins to cut my leggings off slowly, teasing me. I slump forward as she rips them off me.

"Forgive me for what I'm about to do," she rasps at me, moving away to retrieve something. I grunt unintelligibly, the air hitting my wet center makes me feel completely exposed. I silently wonder what's she's about to do that needs forgiveness.

Slick fingers run through my folds and I jump immediately, eyes widening. These are not her fingers. They are too big and rough to be hers. "Natasha.."

"She's catatonic. A fuck doll. You can do whatever you want and she won't make a sound. It will help with the indoctrination." I want to scream that I'm awake. I want to fight. I want the ice to come forth and turn them into statues but it never does. I feel like I'll never be able to wash him off me. I've betrayed Natasha in the worst way.

Her hand smacks my sore back and I sob in pain, coming back from the memory. "You will call me Mistress. Not Natasha. Not Tasha. Mistress. Do you understand, pet?"

I squirm as those fingers enter me from behind and nod frantically. "Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry."

"You're not sorry enough," a familiar voice says behind me. A wave of fear rolls over me and I want to demand that he stop. I want to tell Natasha that I'm not okay with this but I can't get my body to respond. She doesn't know what they did to me. Not even I can talk about it aloud.

Before I can think on this, something completely foreign and large begins to enter me without warning. My nails dig into the floor without relief and I groan loudly. I feel like I'm being split in half. My breaths come in short bursts of air and a scream bubbles in my chest. My mind is numb with memories of being violated.

"Mistress, please," I beg, tears streaming down my face. "I can't take this. Please. You don't understand."

Her hand pulls my ponytail back hard and I shut up immediately. When Barton's hips meet flush with my ass, my eyes roll back into my head like I'm possessed. I can't control myself. I feel like I'm about to cum already, but I know that she will rip me to shreds if I even think about it. This feels so wrong but so right. I feel forced but I feel like I need it to keep going.

"You're mine. Only mine. No one else can have you unless I say so. Not Hydra, not anyone. Do you understand? What they did to you will never happen again. It was wrong and I do not fault you."

How does she know?

I know you, Ash, and it's happened to me too. You don't have to be afraid anymore. I could see the fear when he touched you."

Tears leak from my eyes again and I believe everything she says. I didn't deserve it. It wasn't my fault. I didn't betray her. A huge weight lifts from my shoulders.

Clint strokes into me hard and unrelenting, leaving me trembling beneath him. His body feels wrong against mine. I've never been with a man like this before. With consent. It feels out of place but I trust Barton like I trust Natasha.

"Oh god," I gasp between thrusts. He gives it to me just how I like it. No babying or softness. Each time he hits my cervix the pain brings me that much closer to unraveling. I feel ashamed of myself but I can't stop myself from wanting to cum.

"Does it hurt good? Do you want him to stop," Natasha says in my ear, hand tangiling in my hair. My back is arched unnaturally but it only adds to the intense pleasure.

I nod as best I can, eyes clenched shut.

"Yes, Mistress. I like it when it hurts like hell. Don't stop," I moan brokenly. Clint grunts in my ear and moves harder against me, while Natasha moves in front of me.

"Good, pet. Maybe we can let him join us more. He and I have many things in common."

Her naked body stuns my eyes like seeing an angel descend from the heavens. She's always been sculpted by the gods. I don't understand how I ever wanted to harm her. She lays down in front of me, wet center beckoning me forth. I want to dive in but she hasn't given me permission yet.

"Do you want me, pet," she asks, smirking. Her fingers wander down her body slowly, teasing me. I whimper as Clint thrusts into me particularly hard and nod frantically. "Come."

I dive in, arching my back for Clint. I lick and lap at her hardened clit as Barton slaps my ass and proceeds to bring me to the edge again and again. I moan into Natasha as my orgasm begins to make itself painfully known. I feel like I'm about to explode but I can't say anything. I don't want this to stop.

"She's choking me, Nat," Clint grunts from behind me, breathless. He stops moving and I feel my walls spawning around him hard. His hand squeeze my ass hard and I feel him throbbing inside me. I moan into Natasha breathlessly.

"My pet needs to cum, huh," Natasha gasps, hips moving up towards my mouth. I nod frantically and continue to suck at her hard clit. "Me too. Let her cum Clint."

He chuckles and starts again. This time I sigh in relief and open myself up for him. I need this. I have to have this release no matter where it comes from. Natasha seems to have the same problem. She grips my hair, suffocating me in her wet center as I work her over expertly. I feel overwhelmed by the control they have over me and my orgasm hits me like a ton of bricks dropping from space.

"Fuck," Natasha grunts, cumming into my mouth. Her pussy spasms against my tongue as mine spasms around Clint. He collaspes partially on top of me, cumming inside me in spurts of hot liquid. The flashbacks that I expect never come and I feel completely in bliss, only slightly disgusted. It feels so good despite it all.

"Jesus Christ, that was amazing," Clint grunts, pulling out of me slowly. I whimper and lie my head on Natasha's lap as he moves away.

The cables binding me hiss and unravel from my limbs. Snaking back into the ground and the ceiling without much effort. I collapse onto the ground, completely spent. My eyes are listless and staring into space when Natasha looks over me.

"Thanks Clint. You can go now. You better not tell anybody about this," I can hear her saying. I don't even move but I want to laugh at her conspiratorial whispering.

"Of course not. I was happy to help. Maybe she'll be better after this. It helped me," he replied, genuinely. My brows furrowed in confusion. Natasha did this to him too? Was he...raped too?

I could hear him climbing in to a vent and Natasha padding towards me, but I still lie there drained. Those fingertips tickled over my back again and I closed my eyes at the feeling. I felt completely and utterly broken down, layed bare for all to see. I felt powerful and like I belonged to something. I felt free.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, voice full of emotion. Confusion ebbed inside me. "I'm sorry for hurting you and letting Clint do that. I thought that if I took away everything, you would come back to yourself."

I sat up immediately and looked her in the eye. Hers watered and I smiled softly. She didn't understand. "Natasha, there's nothing you could've done to me that I wouldn't do to myself. You've helped me. I feel free."

Her eyes widened for a moment and she seemed relieved. "I thought I'd lost you," she whispered. I shook my head frantically and wrapped my arms around her slowly. My back was still sore.

"No. You've brought me back. I'm free," I said, kissing her hair. Tears came to my eyes as I realized how correct I was. The binds of Vladimir and the White Room were broken. The faceless man that did unspeakable things to was wiped away and the monster in my head no longer thrashed in his binds.

"I'm yours again."

She laughed tearfully against my shoulder and smiled. Suddenly, I had a burning question that needed answered. I pulled away from her slowly and looked her in the eye seriously. Natasha's brows furrowed.

"Have you always wanted a threesome with Barton or? Wait, have you two fucked? Like, while I was gone?"

Natasha looked at me like I had three heads before bursting into laughter. She stood up and walked over to the lockers to retrieve spare clothes, leaving me completely annoyed and ready to argue.

"Hey! I'm asking you a question woman!"