Natasha Endures Hell

By the time Natasha had gotten dressed into more suitable clothing, Gwen had already cleaned herself and left the building.

Now, only Zeta and she remained.

"So, where's my teacher?" Natasha asked, her mood had been dampened from seeing Gwen fall so far.

"M'Shen." Zeta called out. Instantly, the red-haired menace appeared in front of Zeta, kneeling at his feet. "You'll be training Natasha to become a better assassin. However, half the intensity of the training that you received."

Zeta made sure that M'Shen wouldn't break Natasha, he knew how difficult the training the temple assassins ensured.

However, even with the restriction he gave her, Natasha was in for some of the most grueling hours of her life.

M'Shen didn't allow for more breaks than was necessary. The breaks were only a minute or so long, and Natasha could only eat or drink in her break. If she so much as fixed her shirt to prevent her tits from falling out the bottom, M'Shen would put her back to work.

Her swear formed a layer on the ground of the gym and Natasha could no longer form a cohesive thought, shutting off her thoughts in order to concentrate.

Thankfully, her training only lasted one hour. Natasha was convinced that any longer would cause the death of her.

"Want a drink?" Zeta extended a bottle of water to Natasha. She tried to move her arms and drink, but she wasn't even able to summon the strength to raise her head.

"Got it." Zeta understood her and put the bottle to her lips, allowing her to drink as much as she wanted.

In only a dozen seconds, the bottle had been completely emptied. Seeing the state M'Shen left Natasha in, Zeta picked her limp body up and took her to the locker room.

He sat her down on a bench and began undressing her. Despite her exhausted state, Natasha noticed and reached down to her boot in order to pull out a hidden blade, but her muscles froze her in place.

"I'm not so desperate that I'd rape you." Zeta spoke as he continued to strip Natasha. She heard his words, but nevertheless didn't trust him. She once again tried to reach for the knife, but her arms were stopped by her shirt being pulled off of her torso.

Before she could even helpless, her bra, pants and underwear followed suite.

"Don't you fucking dare." Natasha spat at Zeta who simply ignored her words.

Zeta picked up Natasha's nude body and entered one of the shower booths. He laid her down on his lap as he got the right heat. Once he felt comfortable with the temperature, he dragged Natasha in with him and picked up the soap.

Rather than her previous feelings of dread and hopelessness, now Natasha just felt embarrassed. She had never been bathed like an infant before, and the new experience was not one she was proud of.

Unfortunately, after washing her back, stomach, back and legs came her breasts. Without fear, Zeta looked into her eyes.

"I'm going to clean your breasts and vagina now." His gaze didn't falter. Natasha wanted to crack his head with a pipe, but she had neither the energy nor pride to resist anymore.

Seeing that Natasha simply accepted her fate, Zeta took a couple of seconds to soap up her breasts and let it wash off with the shower water. Lastly, he separated her legs and lightly applied soap to her clean-shaven vagina and similarly let wash off.

Lastly, he flipped her over and separated her ass cheeks. Natasha couldn't help but bite her thumb as the soap bar glid over her ass cheeks and eventually her asshole which puckered at the contact.

Zeta left her there for a second before moving onto her hair.

Thankfully, this was perhaps the least humiliating part of all this.

"I hate you." Natasha spoke in a soft voice after Zeta took her out of the shower and began cleaning her.

"You would smell disgusting if you didn't wash after that training." Zeta replied.

"I know that, but why did YOU have to clean me?" Natasha asked.

"Would you rather M'Shen?" He asked.

"..." She couldn't reply. The training she endured was supposed to be half of what M'Shen intended her to receive, she'd probably clean Natasha's eyes with soap if she was given the command to clean her by Zeta.

"Thought so." Zeta finished drying her off. He quickly stepped out of the room and searched through his car. Finding what he was looking for, he returned to Natasha with a set of pajamas.

"These should fit nicely on you." Zeta spoke as he slid the clothes onto Natasha.

"How would you know if they'd fit?" Natasha asked.

"You and Felicia have a similar build, in every aspect." He spoke while clipping on a bra, indicating what he was speaking of. "Where do you want me to drop you off?" Zeta asked.

Despite how much her muscles hurt, Natasha remembered her mission, the reason she went through this torture in the first place.

"Everywhere I can stay is too far, mind if I stay at yours?" Natasha asked. She knew that the longer she stayed close to Zeta, the more chances she'd have to seduce him. But she definitely lamented the fact that M'Shen would most likely be in the same house.

"Sure." Zeta wasn't one to refuse women who wanted a sleepover, so he readily accepted.

Natasha simply thought on what just happened over the car trip back to Zeta's house. She was stripped to her birthday suit only to be washed like an infant. Unfortunately for her, humiliation wasn't the only emotion that surfaced from this. She also felt a sense of safety as weird as it sounds.

She fully expected to be raped by Zeta just half an hour ago. But instead, she was cleaned and dried like a parental figure would. However, she didn't get the sense of a parental figure from Zeta, she was older than him after all, no. Instead, it felt as if she was being taken care of by her lover after a life-threatening accident.

Of course, this didn't mean that she'd spread her legs for him right then and there, but it definitely made Natasha more tolerant of the fact that she'd probably have to do it for the mission.

Zeta carried Natasha through the front door of his house, all the way to a spare bedroom.

"Catch another woman?" Felicia asked while letting Nezuko hop off of her lap to hug Zeta.

"Not yet, she had to endure M'Shen's training. Pretty exhausting as you'd expect, so she'll be sleeping here for now.

Zeta set her down in a guest bedroom and joined Felicia in enjoying Nezuko's company.

'Now, how will I spend these points?' He asked himself.

(A.N. I know I'm not at the usual word limit, but its close enough and I can't be bothered doing maths at the moment.)