Hail fucking Hydra update

Maya Hawke had just changed into her pajamas when she realized her motel room had no ice. It figures, she thought. Daughter of Hollywood royalty, star of the biggest Netflix show around, and the promotional tour still put her up in the kind of place a traveling salesman would be ashamed to call home. 

She took a look at herself in the mirror. Her shortie pajamas, with their short-sleeve top and boyshorts, would’ve passed muster at a public park and would be downright conservative for the beach. She could wear them on a trip to the ice machine. What would happen—she’d meet a crazed fan?

She took the ice bucket, made the trek to the machine, filled it, and then turned to find herself facing a crazed fan.

Well, maybe not crazed. She looked like a smart young woman. Wan face, clear eyes, lush black hair, with an athletic frame well-suited to the sweatpants and tanktop she wore. Clearly, another woman who didn’t go for pants after 9 PM. Her only weapon was an autograph book she clutched in her hands.

“Hi,” the woman said, “Katie Bishop. You’re Maya Hawke, right?”

“Yeah,” Maya said, holding the ice bucket close. 

“Sign my autograph book?” She held out the book with a pen.

“Trade you,” Maya said, and passed Katie the ice bucket while she took the pen and book. She opened the book, expecting to see a cast photo or some other publicity pic for her to sign, but there was nothing like that. She saw Katie having a giant cock rammed into her blissful cunt. What looked like the girl and her twin. Katie was being fucked up the pussy, ass, and mouth, all at the same time, either by the man with the big cock, the twin with the strap-on, or her own fingers. 

Maya began getting a warm, scratchy feeling in her sex. Haplessly, she turned the pages, and her juices really flowed as she looked at the next picture. The man had a cock like a bull, too big for humans to take, and the twin’s strap-on was just as big. The strap-on was halfway inside Katie’s ass. The man’s cock was in her mouth, but it was so big she could barely get her lips around the knob.

“I, uh, I…” It was hard for Maya to think. Something about holding those smooth, glossy pictures and seeing the threesome they captured with such reality—it made her feel like she was high all of a sudden. Or maybe hypnotized. Brainwashed by her own lust. Mind-controlled by her wet pussy. “Which one do you want me to sign?”

“Oh, any of them,” Katie said. “See, I’m Hawkeye, and I think you should play me in a movie. Don’t you want to play me?”

“Hawkeye…?” It was really hard for Maya to think. The pen slipped from her fingers. She reached down as if trying to catch it, but instead her hand went into her shorts and found her moist pussy. Her forefinger parted the labia. She sighed contentedly as she lightly traced the sensitive folds of her cuntlips. “I thought Hawkeye was a man.”

“Oh, he is.” Katie tapped the next picture of the man, his cock between Katie and her sister as they tried to kiss each other through it. It was far too thick for their tongues to meet, but their hands could certainly find each other. Maya’s fingers sought out her clit, just like theirs were. “Look at him. Man enough for both of us.”

“Muh-mm-man,” Maya repeated. So hard to think. She didn’t know why she was bothering. The only important thing was to keep touching herself. It felt so good to touch herself.

“Uh-huh.” Katie linked her arm with Maya’s, careful not to touch the autograph book. It was harmless enough, as long as you only held the cover. “Let’s go to my room. I can be the man there.”

“Cock,” Maya moaned, unable to look away from the picture of the three Hawkeyes.

“Mmm-hmm,” Katie agreed, pulling her along, with Maya pliantly keeping up. “We can even take a few more pictures for my scrapbook.”

She took the ice bucket with her. It might come in handy.