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Black Widow : Assignment Colombia [DeRe & Celebstars]

Natasha watched Moro leave the room whilst Astardo went to a bench to pick up some items. Moving her face wildly, she couldn't help prevent him attaching the gag to her mouth, keeping it open wide whilst her jaw muscles fought effortlessly to try and bite down. Everything went dark after that as the blindfold attached to the back of her head, tied in to a secure knot to prevent her seeing anything. With her eyesight blinded, her hearing still worked perfectly and listened to the chain slowly rattle and loosen as it lowered Natasha on to her knees.

The warm meat she felt fucking her minutes ago was now in her mouth, sliding all over the inside of her cheeks and across the back of her teeth. She was made to wash it with her saliva before being made to gag on it. The more she did, the more she swallowed it down to the depths of her throat. Her succulent pink lips folded over the gag and his cock, sealing it air tight and brushing against the popping veins after each thrust he put in to her. The grip on the back of her head made sure she couldn't move or struggle but instead take every inch he offered her.

When he was finished, a long strand of saliva poured out of her mouth, running down the corner of her mouth and hanging in the air before dripping to the cold floor below. Natasha was still in pain, her toes needed medical care as did the lashes on her breasts and ass but for now, she had to continue with the torture she was offered.

Hearing the barking she wondered what was going to happen. Either she was going to be mauled to death, ripped from limb to limb, torn in to shreds.....or worse. This cold feeling of honey coated her pussy lips, soothing some of the wax that had dripped on to her skin before and helping it to heal. The sensation now was one of mixed emotions as Natasha wanted desperately to kick the mutt in the face but her body was actually excited by the licking and rough surface of the tongue which the dog had. Moaning in delight with her muffed tone due to the gag, she began to get wet and moist before having an orgasm.

She felt betrayed by herself for enjoying such an act, but felt disgusted as Astardo told the dog to mount her. After a few attempts which failed, the chains were loosened and her head was dealt with by a foot of the man's which squashed her cheek against the dirty concrete floor. Moaning in pain, she felt the dog's claws scratch at her naked back before slipping his cock in to her pussy.
 
Through the lens of the camera Moro watching Natasha's debasement with a lurid fixation. He had trained the dogs himself for just this kind of torture, and was proud to see them performing so effectively. Lucifer's was throwing the full weight of its prodigious bulk into its pounding assault. The foul reek of its breath washed over Natasha's head as it drooled copiously over her. As the vicious beast struggled to remain balanced its large, abrasive claws scrapped continuously across her arms and back, like slashes from a blunt knife.

It didn't take long for the dog to finish, and with a weird wailing yelp it leaped off Natasha and sauntered into a corner, as casually as if it had just been out for a walk. Moro rested the camera on the table and, with a wicked grin at Astardo, released the other two leashed dogs. They bounded over to Natasha, shoving each other with vicious guttural growls as they fought for position. Astardo laughed uproariously as he watched the two massive hounds clawing and clambering over the writhing Natasha. One managed to penetrate her ass and began its piston-like pounding, while the wiggled beneath it and lapped fervently at the remaining honey on her wax-scorched pussy.

After a few minutes, Astardo grabbed a hose curled up on a nearby wall. As he twisted the ancient handle with some force, a freezing torrent of filthy mud and debris vomited forth from its gurgling lengths. Both men roared with laughed as it hit the dogs, and they jumped aside yelping and shocked. Once the plug of detritus was cleared a strong foaming torrent of icy water began pouring out, and Astardo directed the powerful stream over Natasha's naked crouching body. "Gotta wash you up before our turn, puta!" he shouted over the noise. Moro meanwhile skirted around the room and collected up the three dogs, who returned to their master with wagging tails, and he re-tied them to the ring on the wall.

The next step in the game unfolded. Astardo had a selection of cattle prods handing for the wall; he chose a particularly large one, fitted with a wicked steel fork on the end. Attaching it to a battery pack, the prod spat and sparkled in the dimly lit room. Slowly, pacing each poke, Astardo shocked Natasha all over her body. He placed it against her tongue, sides and butt, chuckling each time she yelped. Then, with a triumphant cheer, he pushed it hard and deep into her exposed pussy, sending over ten second's worth of agonizing current into the most tender part of her sex.
 
Natasha had never felt anything so degrading than right now. She was on a conflict still as she squirmed, trying to get the dog to fall off but her body was enjoying the sensation of being full and being worked on by something which knew how to use it's own cock. Cut like wounds filled her back, some getting deeper as the dog's claws worked the same movements, causing more damage to her skin and a hell of a lot more pain. It's saliva drooled from it's mouth, trickling down her back to her neck where it would drip around to the front and on to the floor. It's smell wasn't nice and made her gag and want to vomit.

When it leapt up off of her, the agent couldn't confirm or deny if the mutt had came inside of her but she had no time to think about it as the two other dogs came running over and fighting for position. Hearing their wild growls and barks at one another terrified her because she thought they would take their anger out on her, making biting her. As the two muscled in on one another they seemed comfortable brushing bodies, believing they had the better of each other as both found a hole to fuck. Her tight asshole which had never been used was forced open. As both serviced her, it didn't last long due to Astardo spraying them and her with a hose of ice cold water.

Her body was shaking and trembling as the cold water washed over her, spraying on to her wounds in her back and making her yelp in pain. A sound was coming from Natasha's mouth like she wanted to talk. Opening her hand out, trying to reach out to Astardo she finally got his attention and the hose stopped shooting out water.

"Don...Don't" was her word before she gathered the strength to continue. "Don't, spray yourself....don't want your small cock shrinking much more!" She laughed lightly before moaning in pain as the wounds on her back were stinging wildly. She wasn't sure if he would understand her with the gag in her mouth, but it sure made herself laugh.

Seeing a blue spark light up the room, she noticed he had his own shocking tool. Biting her bottom lip, she tried to clench herself and her muscles, bracing for the pain coming her way. The shock was far more powerful then she could have imagined and made her muscles relax, almost making her wee herself in the process. As he continued to poke and stab at her the worst pain she had felt all night was when he shoved it inside of her slit and shocked her inside.

Natasha let out a large yelp so loud that everyone inside the compound would have heard it.
 
A baleful grin spread across Astardo's face as he listened to Natasha's scream. He knew no-one could withstand the prod for very long, and even the toughest holdouts would soon become a grovelling mess. As he continued to fire a series of savage jolts into her pussy, Moro zoomed the camera in on her face to capture every little nuance of her suffering. Careful not to get too close, he held back as the arching bursts illuminated the room a searing white for a few seconds. Astardo exactly how to apply the pain, and also jolted Natasha's knees, elbows and asshole as she lay writhing on the floor.

For nearly ten minutes both men were almost deafened by her howls of agony as she was shocked over and over again. Astardo was grudgingly impressed; no-one had ever made it past five before. Natasha was convulsing and twitching in a puddle of ice water, as well as her sweat and urine. Her eyes had rolled back into her head and wisps of grey smoke came from her nose. "Man, that bitch is fried, boss," Moro said, marveling at the incredible amount of pain she had endured in a very short time. Looking her over with a satisfied sneer, Astardo nodded and said "Hold her up for me."

Moro put the camera aside and gabbed Natasha by her forearms. Her body was limp despite her firm muscular figure, and she felt like a ragdoll in his grip. Astardo threw the rod back onto a nearby table, and grabbed the length of chain still hanging from the ceiling. Wrapping it several times around Natasha's neck to form a cruel steel noose, he looped a padlock through the links to fix it tight. She was now suspended on tip-toe, kept just before the point of choking. But if she relaxed her posture or tried to move, she would start to hang.

Astardo stripped quickly and took several loud, large breaths. "I hope the hounds got you in the mood, puta," he growled. Her lithe young body shone in the searing light of the bulb, glistening as she struggled to remain on her toes. Coming up from behind, Astardo seized her hips, and pushed up hard and painfully into her battered pussy. "Feel good, gringa?" He started to fuck her, each thrust tipping her off-balance and throttling her. Moro took up the camera again and resumed fighting, impatiently waiting for his own turn.
 
The shock and bolts flying in to her body made Natasha urinate on herself many times until her bladder was empty. It made her sweat what felt like gallons of water and soon she found herself on top of a puddle. Her stamina, arrogance and free will kept her going much longer than they had ever seen before. Hopefully she had them impressed.

When it was over, Natasha felt Moro lift her up by her arms before Astardo tied the chain around her neck and secured it cleverly with a padlock. Being pulled up on to her toes, her airways were blocked by the pulling before she was allowed to rest on her toes which remained broken. Natasha squirmed in an anguish with her hands and feet now free. Her glistening body full of sweat glimmered because of the light bulb above and her toes tip toed in the puddle made from her body fluids.

Up above in her mouth, her jaw was aching as it was made to stay open because of the gag. She was sure it would lock, although she wasn't sure if that was possible. When Astardo walked around her after stripping, the agent felt his hands on her hips before thrusting himself deeply in to her pussy where he would fuck her. Holding out her hands, she tried to reach out for him but couldn't. They just kept falling back down because of the bolts which had passed through her muscles.
 
After a long period of abstinence Astardo suddenly felt himself released like an exploding dam. Natasha's body was wet and firm in his callused grip, her breasts hard yet yielding to his molesting gropes. Holding a fistful of her wet matted hair in one hand, he grabbed her clawing fingers with the other as she tried to reach back to him. Twisting one of them back violently it broke with a loud snap. Cackling in delight at her choked screams, he thrust deep and hard into her smooth little snatch. He knew exactly how it make it hurt, and hurt Natasha in a place she had never known existed. Every muscle in his body strained and he furiously fucked her, determined to break her inside.

Moro grabbed Natasha's hands from the front as they flailed about, and following his bosses' lead he quickly broke all fingers and both her thumbs as easily as if he was snapping branches off a twig. The dogs were barking wildly at the noise, driven to madness by the stink of Natasha's sex and a furious desire to mount her again. He slapped her face again roughly, then landed several hard blows direct into her solar plexus. Checking to make sure he camera was angled properly to catch everything, he punched her in the face three times in rapid succession, ultimately breaking her nose and releasing a small but strong stream of bright scarlet blood streaking over her lips and chin and dripping onto her tits. Reaching around to undo the O-ring, Moro pulled it free and threw it aside. "You ready to beg now, puta?" he said softly.
 
Whilst continuing to fuck her, Natasha's breathing began to get harder as he pulled on her hair, making her neck grasp tighter within the chains. When he took a hold of her arm and broke it, she let out a loud groan, much bigger than when he snapped her fingers. Her arm now rested by her side but not for long as Moro came over and held both arms up and snapped each finger. When the O-ring was removed from her mouth, her screams became louder as she was still in pain. It caused a determination to to grow inside of her now and she wasn't going to take any more bullshit.

The blows to her face were hard, making her nose break and causing her eyes to shut almost due to instant swelling. Pulling on the chain, she couldn't move because Astardo had his hands on her hips, holding her close as he was fucking her slit. Waiting for his grip to loosen, she mustered all the strength she had and lifted herself up, pulling tightly on the chain. She was suffocating now as her legs were in the air but they managed to tightly wrap around Moro's neck. With her thighs clenching his throat, the chain around her neck was now loose and Natasha managed to pull it from the roof although it caused so much agony to her fingers.

As the chain dropped she used her one good arm and whipped it across Astardo's face with a fierce lash. The man she was sitting on now was growing weak and fell to his knees. He was dead, and Astardo was going to get the same treatment. Thankfully the dogs were on their chains still and couldn't harm her but she didn't to take any chances so picked up the rod the man had used and shocked each one to death.

Now holding it the best she could, she was squaring up to Astardo who seemed to be recovering from his lashing.
 
Lost in a total reverie of overconfidence, Moro and Astardo were caught completely off guard by Natasha's savage counterattack. Even as she screamed loudly in obvious plan she still managed to outclass them both, and the shock of that was almost as stunning as the suddenness of her assault. The lash of the chain snapped Astardo right across the bridge of his nose, blinding him and sending him rending backwards before sagging to his knees. His pants were still loose, his flaccid cock dangling as he staggered. Meanwhile Moro fought desperately for his cruel and depraved life as Natasha crushed his neck between her steel thighs. He dug his fingers into them firmly but was helpless to fight back. With a loud sharp snap his wiry neck broke and he collapsed into a heap onto the concrete floor. The dogs went berserk at the sight, bark viciously and straining so hard their chains were starting to pull out from the concrete wall.

Astardo frantically tried to collect his thoughts. The whole game had suddenly changed and he was utterly unprepared for it. He felt like a blade had been slashed across his face, and his eyes burned as his tried to make out blurry images. Fumbling as he tried to get his trousers back up, he listened in terror to the screams and howls he could hear over the roar of the dogs. There seemed to be something almost supernatural about this woman, and he began to feel panic surge through him.
 
The barks of the dogs were slowly drowning as Natasha had shocked them with the rod, pulsing volts in to their bodies until they died. It brought a silence to the room, so still that the birds from the trees outside could be heard nesting and tweeting. The red head didn't say anything to him, instead she limped around him in a circle, covering him and making sure he couldn't get away. Stopping by the door, she wasn't going to allow him to escape, he was going to die now, die today for what he had done to her. Fuck the mission she thought, she couldn't care less about it any more. She was going to abuse Astardo so bad that his body wouldn't be recognisable. It wasn't going to be humane either.

Edging closely to the man who seemed to be blinded by the lashing across his face Natasha stabbed the rob through in to his leg, hitting an artery. Blood squirted out of his leg as he lay on the floor in agony as the electricity coursed through his body. Given how limp her fingers were now she couldn't mould them in to fists. She was like a cripple now at the moment, and she would remain that way with each second she didn't get help. Lifting the rod up from his leg, the woman realised she was limited in the torture she could apply.
 
Astardo tried to harness the mad energy that was racing through him. Every instinct he had was screaming at him to escape, and get away from this demonic woman. The fright and urgency he had felt during the earlier firefight was nothing compared to the pounding panic that rang his head like a bell. The maddening noise of the dogs roaring was brought to an abrupt end as they slumped dead, and Astardo could hear the sound of his own ragged, struggling breaths. Looking over he saw the prone and broken of Moro and felt a sense of utter dread.

The explosion of agony through his leg was something he could never have conceived of. But the initial pain was nothing compared to the blinding, burning shock of the electricity. He could feel it trace all the way up the bone and explode inside him. Bleeding freely, Astardo spasmed and thrashed about on the stone floor, trying to pull himself up. Struggling to focus through the mind-blanking agony he was looking desperately for a weapon to fight back with.
 
Slumping herself over to the table of torture devices, Natasha saw her gun which they had taken from her. She had one good finger, one which wasn't broken well. Placing the trigger against it and holding the gun at the man, she started to talk. "This is for the wax" she mumbled from her bruised face. Firing the gun, it landed in his knee cap, making it shatter in to a million pieces. "This is for the dogs" Shooting his other knee cap now, that to split in to many pieces.

"The rod" she said, shooting his arm where his elbow was. "The FUCKING!" His other elbow broken by the bullet. Walking steadily up to him, she pressed the gun against his forehead, watching his eyes whimpering with tears and pain. "My nightmare!" Shooting his skull, he slumped to the floor dead like his friend. Natasha then fell to the floor herself crying. She didn't believe that anyone would break her, humiliate her the way she was today. Crawling over to the table, she saw the camera which they had been filming on and she started to shoot at it to destroy any evidence of what happened to her.

Reaching in to Astardo's pocket now she dialled the agency, calling the mission in and urgent medical care. Despite all she had gone through, she still got the job done. Laying on the floor, she looked up at the ceiling and remembered all the pain she was feeling. Her sudden rush of adrenaline in killing both Moro and Astardo helped hide the anguish her body was feeling.

Closing her eyes, Natasha slowly drift out of conciousness as the shock caught up with her.
 
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