Guest: Also i think it would be cool if we have another Boisterous Bootys for other stuff like anime or games but only if you want to.
BigBootyLover:Well at first i wanted to do just cartoons because i felt more inclined to it but i did some chapters related to animals and have been more incline to the idea so i am asking you guys, do you want me to make another one that focus on anime and game characters ot just ALLOW this one to be giving anime ideas as well and make them? I'm down with any of it at this point.
Guest: Known for her exuberance? Normally a merry personality? Cousin Mel?
BigBootyLover:That is what they know about her on a superficial level haha
The room was dimly lit, the cold metal walls reflecting the faint green glow of Hydra's insignia. Hawkeye sat restrained in a chair, but the restraints weren't necessary not anymore. His body wasn't his to control. His fingers twitched at Viper's command, his muscles responded to an unseen force, and yet, despite it all, his glare remained sharp.
Viper circled him, her emerald hair swaying with each slow, deliberate step. She trailed a gloved finger along his shoulder, watching with amusement as his body stiffened not because he wanted to, but because she made it so.
"Oh, Barton," she purred, tilting his chin up with a single finger. "You have no idea how much fun this is going to be."
Hawkeye clenched his jaw, the only thing he could still control. "Go to hell."
Viper chuckled, stepping back and admiring her handiwork. "Tsk, tsk. Such a rude tongue. Lucky for you, I'm not interested in what you have to say. I'm much more entertained by what I can make you do."
And with that, she snapped her fingers. Hawkeye's body obeyed.
Hawkeye's mind raced, replaying the events that led him here. One minute, he was tracking a Hydra convoy on the outskirts of Madripoor, relaying intel back to the Avengers. The next, he was ambushed cut off, outnumbered. He fought like hell, taking down more Hydra agents than he could count, but then came the dart. A tiny prick in his neck, barely noticeable in the heat of battle. He'd thought it was just a sedative. He was wrong.
The chemical they used on him some experimental Hydra project was far worse. It didn't knock him out. It didn't dull his senses. Instead, it hijacked his nervous system, turning his body into a marionette with strings only Viper could pull. He could still think, still resist in his mind, but his limbs… they weren't his anymore. He had tested it, tried to move even a finger on his own. Nothing. He was a prisoner inside his own skin.
Viper smirked as if she could hear his thoughts. "You're wondering how it works, aren't you?" she mused, striding over to the small metal table beside him. "It's quite the breakthrough, really. Hydra scientists have been working on it for months something to override muscle control at the neurological level. And I must say, their efforts have paid off beautifully."
She plucked a sleek, needle-thin device from the table, twirling it between her fingers. "The chemical binds to your motor neurons, intercepting signals from your brain. You can think about moving all you want, but your body only listens to me now."
She leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear. "It's almost poetic, don't you think? The great Hawkeye, master marksman, reduced to nothing more than a puppet on my strings."
Hawkeye swallowed down the rising frustration in his throat. He had been captured before, restrained, beaten, threatened. But this this was different. This was worse. Because no matter how much he fought, how much he willed himself to move, his body obeyed her and her alone.
Viper perched herself on the edge of the metal table, crossing one leg over the other as she studied him. Her gloved fingers tapped idly against her thigh, as if debating her next move. "Now, Clint, let's make this easy," she said smoothly. "I need information. You give me what I want, and maybe just maybe I'll consider letting you go."
Hawkeye narrowed his eyes. "Not a chance."
Viper exhaled a dramatic sigh and stood, sauntering closer. "Oh, don't be difficult. I already told you, you don't have to say anything. That tongue of yours is still your own, unfortunately." She smirked, tilting her head. "But that doesn't mean we can't have a productive conversation."
She reached out, and with the barest flick of her fingers, Hawkeye's body responded. His arms relaxed, his posture straightened. His own lips curled into a smirk that wasn't his. It was hers.
"See?" she cooed. "You don't have to talk, but your body will listen to me just fine."
His muscles burned with the betrayal, his body bending to her will without hesitation. He wanted to lunge at her, to wipe that smug expression off her face, but he couldn't even clench his fists without her permission.
"Let's start simple," Viper continued, pacing in slow circles around him. "Avengers Tower. Security codes, blind spots, secret little passageways I know Stark must have built in. Give me something useful, and I might decide you've been a good enough puppet to earn your freedom."
Hawkeye let out a sharp breath through his nose, his jaw tightening. "Not happening."
Viper's smirk widened. "Oh, Clint. I was hoping you'd say that."
Hawkeye forced out a breath through his nose, his jaw tight as his body remained in the perfect, obedient posture Viper had arranged him in. His arms rested on his knees, back straight like some well-trained soldier waiting for orders. The only thing that was still his was his mouth.
And he knew exactly how to use it.
"You seriously think I'd sell them out? To you?" He scoffed, shaking his head just enough to let her know he still had control over something. "You really must be delusional, lady. Or maybe just desperate. Bet Hydra's real proud, putting their big bad interrogator on babysitting duty."
Viper's smirk twitched, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"You're wasting your time," Barton continued, letting his words cut sharp and fast. "You could make me crawl around like a dog, make me stand on my damn head if you wanted, but I will never ever give you what you want." His lips curled into a smirk of his own. "So why don't you just quit while you're ahead and go file some paperwork for your Hydra bosses, huh? Maybe they'll even give you a-"
GRRROOOOAN
The sound cut through the room like a low, drawn-out growl. But it wasn't Hawkeye making it.
Viper stiffened.
Barton blinked.
Another deep, rolling gurgle bubbled up from her stomach, this time loud enough that even the dim hum of the overhead lights couldn't drown it out. Viper's lips parted slightly in realization, and for just a flicker of a moment, her usual smug confidence wavered.
Hawkeye's eyebrows shot up. "Uh… was that?"
Viper's face darkened instantly. "Say. Nothing."
But it was too late.
Hawkeye's smirk stretched wider. "Wow," he said, dragging the word out. "And here I thought Hydra ran a tight operation. You guys don't even feed your top agents properly? No wonder you're so grumpy all the time."
Viper inhaled sharply, straightening as if she could will away whatever was happening in her stomach. She clenched one gloved hand into a fist, eyes flashing with warning.
"This is not up for discussion," She snapped, though there was a slight strain in her voice now.
"You know, I was gonna say something about you being a snake in the grass, but with the way your stomach's hissing, I think you might've swallowed one instead."
Viper's nostrils flared.
And then, beneath her breath, she muttered as that noise was not from hunger "This is the last time I go to a burger joint."
Viper inhaled slowly, regaining her composure as she cast a calculating glance at Hawkeye. His sharp tongue was an annoyance, yes, but it wasn't what frustrated her most. It was his defiance. His refusal to break, even knowing she had complete control over him.
Fine. If he wouldn't talk, then she'd make him suffer in a different way.
A smirk slowly crept across her lips as an idea formed in her mind. Oh, this was perfect.
"You know," she mused, turning back toward him, "I could try to beat the information out of you. But I'm sure you've been trained for that, haven't you?" She sauntered closer, her tone dripping with amusement. "Pain tolerance, endurance, the whole 'never surrender' mentality… Hydra has plenty of ways to make a man scream, but I have something much more creative in mind."
She stopped directly in front of him, placing her hands on her hips. Then, with slow, deliberate movement, she turned around, showcasing her very generous curves, her large green clad body suit ass now in sight
Hawkeye's smirk faltered. "Wait what the hell are yo-"
"Hands up," she commanded, her voice a purr of satisfaction.
To his horror, his body obeyed instantly. His arms lifted, his fingers flexing against his will.
"Now…" Viper threw a smirk over her shoulder, eyes gleaming with wicked delight. "Be a good little puppet and massage."
His hands moved.
Hawkeye's face twisted in pure mortification as his fingers sank into the plush, jiggly flesh of her rear. His hands kneaded, squeezed, worked as if he wanted to be doing this. But he didn't not in the slightest.
Viper let out a pleased hum. "Mmm… not bad. You have quite the grip, Barton."
His teeth clenched as he growled out, "You really a-"
"Careful" she interrupted, wiggling her hips just enough to make his hands follow. "If you're rude, I might just enjoy this even more."
Hawkeye's entire body burned with humiliation, if only he was doing this to someone he liked, his hands continuing their traitorous motions. He had faced death, torture, and all sorts of horrors in his line of work. But this? This was a brand-new kind.
Viper let out a pleased sigh, rolling her shoulders as she felt Hawkeye's unwilling hands continue their work. "Mmm… you know, I think you're holding back," she mused, glancing over her shoulder at him. "Let's see what those hands can really do."
Hawkeye barely had time to process the command before his fingers dug in deeper, his grip firm and unrelenting. His palms pressed against the plush curves of her rear, kneading roughly, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh with every involuntary squeeze.
Viper chuckled, clearly relishing every second. "There we go. That's much better."
Hawkeye's jaw tightened, his breath coming in sharp through his nose. He had fought gods, monsters, and assassins, but never not once had he gone through something like this. His hands were betraying him, his body playing along with Viper's twisted little game, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Then, just as he thought this couldn't get any worse.
"Now… give it a kiss."
His heart stopped. His eyes widened in horror. "You've got to be kidding me."
Viper merely smirked, arching a brow. "I don't joke about these things, darling."
Hawkeye's body betrayed him yet again. He felt himself leaning forward, his lips parting against his will. No, no, no!
His mouth pressed against the soft, rounded flesh of her backside. Once. Twice. A third time, each humiliating peck landing exactly where she wanted.
Viper laughed, clearly thrilled by his torment. "Oh, Barton," she sighed, mockingly affectionate. "You're such a devoted little puppet"
Hawkeye's entire face burned with rage and humiliation, but his lips, his damn lips had just kissed her on command, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. Just as Hawkeye thought this nightmare couldn't possibly sink any lower, another deep, ominous gurgle rumbled from Viper's stomach.
She stiffened slightly, placing a hand on her abdomen. "Ugh." Her smirk faltered for just a second before she quickly regained her composure. Then, something cruel flickered in her eyes.
"You know, Barton," she purred, rolling her hips ever so slightly under his still-massaging hands. "I think it's time for another kiss."
Hawkeye clenched his teeth. His body moved forward again, lips preparing to press against her plump backside against his will.
But this time?
Viper chuckled darkly. "Oh, but before you do… I have a little surprise for you."
Her stomach groaned louder, an unmistakable signal of what was coming.
Hawkeye's eyes widened in sheer horror.
"You wouldn't" He rasped.
She glanced over her shoulder, eyes gleaming. "Oh, I definitely would."
And with perfect, point-blank precision! Just as his lips were about to make contact with her plush, round backside once again, Viper's smirk widened.
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A loud, raucous burst erupted right in his face, vibrating through the air like a declaration of absolute dominance. The sheer force of it sent a warm gust directly into him, making Hawkeye recoil internally,though his body, of course, remained perfectly in place, thanks to her control. His eyes bulged. His nose wrinkled. If he could die right now, he would have gladly accepted that fate.
Viper let out a contented sigh, shifting her weight slightly as if to punctuate the moment. "Ahh… much better," she purred, casting a smug glance over her shoulder. "I did say I had a surprise for you."
Hawkeye clenched his jaw so tight it felt like it would snap. "You disgusting bitch"
Viper's laughter was downright wicked. "Oh, darling, I know."
She wiggled her hips just enough to make his still-trapped face flinch. "Now," she cooed, thoroughly enjoying herself, "be a good boy and finish what you started. Kiss it."
Hawkeye had faced some of the most terrifying beings in the universe. But at that moment? Nothing compared to the absolute horror of what he had just endured; he barely had a second to process the devastation before Viper placed her hands on her hips and let out a pleased sigh.
"Mmm, that felt amazing," she mused. Then, her eyes gleamed with something even more devious. "But you know what would feel even better?"
Hawkeye dreaded whatever was about to come next.
"Press your face deep into my glutes, bury yourself in there," she ordered, her voice dripping with amusement. "And…" she tapped her stomach teasingly, "...give my tummy a nice, deep massage. Let's see if we can get more surprises out."
Hawkeye's body moved against his will, his face pushing firmly into her soft, jiggly rear. His nose practically sank into her plush curves, and his hands slid up to her stomach, kneading the slightly tense area beneath her suit.
Another deep, ominous gurgle bubbled from her gut.
Viper purred in satisfaction. "Ohhh, that's the spot. Keep going, Barton."
Hawkeye groaned into her backside, completely smothered in her softness. He kneaded her stomach against his will, each press coaxing more movement inside her, fueling his own suffering.
And then she chuckled. "Mmm… I could do this for a long, long time."
Hawkeye let out a muffled curse, but Viper simply relaxed into his touch, fully embracing the luxury of her unwilling massage slave. Viper stretched luxuriously, rolling her shoulders as Hawkeye's unwilling hands continued to knead her stomach. Another low, deep gurgle resonated beneath his fingers, signaling the inevitable.
She let out a slow, satisfied groan, her emerald lips parting slightly as she bit her lower lip. "Mmm... you have no idea how good that feels, Barton," she purred.
Hawkeye gritted his teeth, still buried in the plush depths of her glutes. His fingers dug into her toned stomach, pressing just right.
"Oohhh... that's it... right there..." Viper moaned softly.
Suddenly, her body shuddered slightly, and a long, silent burst escaped her, rolling out in a thick, invisible wave of putrid heat.
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It was deadly.
A slow-moving tornado of pure, fetid devastation seeped into the air, wrapping around Hawkeye like a vengeful specter of sheer, unrelenting stink. It wasn't loud. It didn't announce itself like the previous ones. No, this one crept in with insidious intent, saturating every molecule of oxygen he desperately wished he could breathe.
And when it hit, it hit with a vengeance.
Hawkeye's entire body seized, his lungs betrayed him as the scent assaulted every nerve in his brain. His stomach churned, his eyes watered beneath the force of the unholy miasma now clinging to him.
Viper exhaled, placing a hand on her stomach with a dreamy sigh. "Ahhh... much better."
Then, with a wicked smirk, she wiggled her hips, making sure his face remained deeply nestled in her softness. "I think we're just getting started, my little puppet."
After savoring the control, Viper slowly rose from her position over Hawkeye, stepping off him with a casual, almost bored flick of her heel. She turned to face him, her arms crossing in a show of quiet authority.
"You know, Barton," she said in a low, almost hissing tone, her eyes narrowing, "this little game of ours could've been much more pleasant for you."
Hawkeye could barely meet her gaze, his face flushed and tortured by the recent experience. He gritted his teeth, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing him completely broken.
Viper's expression shifted, the mockery fading into something colder. "But if you continue to be stubborn and not give me what I want..." Her voice grew dangerously soft "...I'll have to find another way to make you cooperate."
Her lips curled into a sinister smile as she motioned to the cold, hard floor beneath them. "Now… I think it's time for you to show some real respect."
Hawkeye's heart pounded. His body was already sore, humiliated, subjugated but this?
"Position yourself."
She didn't need to say it twice. Her tone brooked no argument. She knew he couldn't resist, not with the chemical still making his body her puppet.
Hawkeye's hands, once filled with defiance, moved against his will. He gritted his teeth as his legs folded, forcing himself into a kneeling position on the floor.
Viper stepped closer, her gaze gleaming with amusement. "You're going to be my chair, NOW OPEN your mouth. Don't make me ask agai."
With no choice but to comply, Hawkeye lowered himself into the position, his body fully at her mercy once again. Viper sat down with a satisfied sigh, her weight pressing into him as he became her unwilling seat.
His humiliation, it seemed, knew no bounds.
And Viper?
She was thrilled to remind him just how much power she held.
"Lets see if the Avengers trained you for this"
She took a deep breath, unbothered by the smell of her own gas, then clenches her ass cheeks, making sure to charge up whatever she was feeling at the time as the knot in her stomach was tightening up and building up pressure, before then relaxing her ass cheeks from holding t in with an exhale,beforethen it came forth, erupting like a thunderclap
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Hawkeye's body swayed for a moment, his senses drowning in the inescapable stench. His vision blurred, dark spots dancing at the edges of his sight. He tried to resist, to force himself to stay conscious, but it was hopeless. The smell was beyond overwhelming, a thick cloud of pure stench, hanging in the air like a cursed fog. The odor was pungent, with a mix of rotten eggs, fish, cheese and garbage blended together into one unbearable miasma. It would cling to everything! The walls, the floors, and most of all, poor Hawkeye, who'd be trapped in the middle of it, getting the full force of the "attack" The sulfur infused torrent of gassy wind slammed into him with no mercy who is forced to swallow all of her nasty ass gas, his belly visibly growing from all this.
His eyes rolled back, and he crumpled to the cold, unforgiving floor.
Madame Hydra who was just sitting on him had to keep her balance before looking back at him, an amused smirk curling her lips as she crossed her arms. She took a slow step forward, her heeled boots clicking sharply against the metal floor. The sight of the famed Avenger, collapsed in a heap before her, filled her with a quiet satisfaction.
"Tsk tsk" She murmured, kneeling down beside his motionless form. With a gloved hand, she gently lifted his chin, studying his unconscious face. "And here I was hoping for a bit more endurance from you, Barton. Can't even handle a few lady farts? But it doesn't matter. This little game can continue another time."
She released him, letting his head drop unceremoniously back onto the floor. Rising to her feet, she turned to her subordinates, who stood at attention, awaiting her command.
"Secure him. I want him ready for another session soon" She ordered coolly. "He may think he can resist, but in the end, everything… everyone… falls under Hydra's grasp."
With that, she strode toward the exit, her coat billowing behind her. The stench still lingered in the air, but she didn't seem to mind. After all, patience was a virtue and she had all the time in the world and after that? Her gut felt much more comfortable.
"...Shit! Thank god we wear gas masks" A random Hydra soldier said.
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