DISCLAIMER: The following story contains BDSM, noncon, brainwashing, and related sexual content. All characters are 18+ at the time of the story, and belong to their respective copyright holders.
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“Drone number 614, commence testing session 57.”
The dull voice in Natasha Romanoff’s ears snapped her out of her stupor. Just like the other times she’d been awoken from her trance, her first reaction was to tear at the rubber enclosing her body as she tried to figure out why she was lying on the floor, unable to see, hear, speak, or move. And just like those other times, she soon slumped in defeat as her memories of what had happened slowly came back to her.
In hindsight, it had been a terrible decision on her part. An informant she knew from her old SHIELD days had passed along some leads about a major white slavery ring. They had only just begun operating within the last year, but they were already suspected in the disappearance of hundreds of women around the world. According to the information she’d gotten, a shell company connected to the slavers had recently constructed a remote compound in the French countryside, using it to store many of their recent captures as well as other illicit goods.
She knew she should have taken the info to Steve and the others, but she’d gotten cocky. Doing recon on a stronghold full of slavers was hardly a challenge for the legendary Black Widow, after all, and there was no need to drag the likes of Captain America or the Scarlet Witch along on a mission she could do in her sleep!
Upon infiltrating the base, however, she’d quickly learned the secret behind this new group’s rise to power. Somehow, they’d gotten their hands on alien technology and reverse-engineered it to use in their schemes. The true purpose of the new compound was not to store slaves, but to develop new devices to help them better enslave and condition their merchandise - and the women held within were being used as guinea pigs to test their depraved creations!
With this new information, Natasha had tried to escape the base and bring backup; she was good at what she did, but she knew her limits. Trying to single-handedly take down a heavily-equipped army with unknown capabilities was pushing those limits, and doing so in their own base with minimal possibility of extraction was out of the question! In her haste to flee, though, she had tripped a motion sensor in a secure hallway. All at once, blast doors had come down over all the exits and turrets had extended from the corners of the ceiling, opening fire on her faster than even her incredible reflexes could allow her to dodge.
Instead of bullets, though, Natasha had been peppered with small black balls of rubbery goo. Any relief she may have felt had been short-lived as the rubber had rapidly spread over her body. Her suit and all of her concealed weapons vanished in seconds, the goo converting it into raw materials as it expanded to cover every inch of her from the neck down. Once fully grown, the rubber around her arms and legs had forced her arms into a boxtie behind her back and bent her legs into a frogtie, then seamlessly sealed itself together. No matter how she struggled, she couldn’t make the tiniest tear in her new rubber restraints.
A few minutes after that, the blast doors had reopened, leaving Natasha to wriggle on the floor in the faint hopes of dragging herself out of sight before the guards could arrive. Instead of guards, though, a small fleet of drones had buzzed down the hallway, each carrying a new alien-tech accessory they wasted no time equipping onto her.
First had been a piece of black rubber shaped into an exaggerated pair of lips with a small nub protruding from the backside. Despite her best efforts, the drone had easily managed to slip the nub between her lips. Once in place, the rubber lips had adhered themselves to Natasha’s own like glue, then opened wide, the nub expanding into a rigid ring that forced the redheaded spy’s mouth open as far as it would go.
Next were a pair of rubber half-spheres filled with tiny blue tendrils, which had been stuck over her ears. They’d barely even sealed themselves into place when the tendrils had flooded into her ears, forming an airtight seal that rendered her completely deaf. Her vision had quickly gone the way of her hearing, as the final drones pressed a pair of black, oval-shaped lenses over her eyes.
At the time, she’d thought the purpose of the cups and lenses was simply to block off her senses, making it harder for her to escape if she ever broke free of the suit. She’d quickly learned their true role, though, as her vision had suddenly lit up with swirls and flashing patterns while loud static echoed through her head. SHIELD had trained her to resist brainwashing, of course, but this one was unlike anything they’d ever seen in operation before. It smashed through her defenses with ease, and her mind went completely blank.
And blank it would remain, until the first time the sounds and colors cut out and the announcement about “drone testing” blared in Natasha’s ears. It seemed that rather than selling her or otherwise disposing of her, the slavers had decided to keep her as one of their test subjects. What they were testing, Natasha had no idea. The brainwashing program? The accessories? The rubber suit still sealed to her body like a second skin? Or something else entirely, something she was unaware of due to being blinded, deafened, and kept entranced outside of the testing periods?
One possibility scared her more than any other: that she herself was the one being tested, that her captors were ultimately planning to use her not as a sex slave, but as a brainwashed puppet to kidnap even more women for them to use.
Though her perception was severely limited, she could already feel the telltale signs of a testing session beginning - two pairs of strong hands grabbing her bound body and lifting her up, the rubber coating around her lower holes receding, and finally, something long and hard thrusting into her newly-exposed pussy. It was a woman this time; the previous 56 testing sessions had been more than enough experience for her to immediately know the difference between a strap-on and a real cock.
The other party was quickly determined to be a man, as unseen hands roughly seized her hair and a very real cock slammed into the back of her throat. Like the previous times she’d had her face fucked during a testing session, the rubber lips shrunk slightly to squeeze around the member pounding into her mouth.
Deep down, Natasha knew the brainwashing was already starting to change her core personality. Her body grew aroused faster and faster with each test, and it was taking all her willpower to consciously stop herself from licking and sucking at the shaft between her lips. The only reason she wasn’t already a mindless slut was because of her extensive training against reprogramming, and even that was beginning to fail her. Her only hope was that Steve - or even Tony - would discover where she’d snuck off to before there was nothing left of her mind to save...
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