Thanos' P.O.V. 

Silence. Apparently, Banner hasn't been completely honest with his feelings. His lips are capturing mine in a searing kiss almost immediately after the Panther's back was turned. He is definitely one to kiss with fire and passion, my jaw will be sore once he's finished, my lips will be bitten and bruised. 

His tongue forces its way into my mouth and I submissively allow it, feeling my cock harden at the thrill of not being in control of my own body. I allow him to kiss me like this, to shove his slimy tongue down my throat deep, to rape my mouth, to push his tongue against mine, to battle. I am no longer the Mad Titan. Instead, I am that woman that Banner claimed to love, the scientist. 

I want to be free of these tight bonds, to wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer! But alas, I am truly helpless. I cannot push this Hulk off my chest. He is sitting on my thighs, so that small freedom is less than helpful. Who knew that Hulk liked the beating I gave him on the Asgardian ship? Apparently he was riled up by it and this is his form of revenge, dateless kissing. If you can even call this kissing, it's too sloppy and rushed. His hand, on my throat, just holding me there.. no pressure yet, it's almost comforting. 

If I had the authority to chose what happens to me first I'd want a good spanking, and I want it to hurt. I want it to make me cry like a bitch. What kind of gag will they shove in my mouth? Something painful like a cheek retractor or something silencing like those ball-shaped ones that make it hard to breathe. Or maybe they'd just use a sweaty hand instead. What else will they make me do? Lick a filthy boot? Suck their cocks? Ooh, I'd love that. I want to. 

"That's enough, Banner. Who said you could kiss him?" Panther returns from the sexiest leather getup I've ever seen, and he has something behind his back. "Sorry," says Banner. "What's that?" I ask. "Nothing, but I'd close your eyes." 

I saw it and didn't see it coming. 

The Black Panther cracks the whip down hard on my chest, causing me to cry out in between a gasp and a groan. "Ah!" Hissing.. it stings, but it's erotic. The whip leaves a mark, which Hulk traces with his bulky finger. "Ouch." He says. "That didn't hurt. Why don't you try again, prince? Maybe a little harder." 

I didn't need to ask. The next strike hits my face, which excites me more than it burns. "Ah, yes! Oh, I love it.." the look on my face is a sign that I'm not lying. "Do you, huh? Give it a go, Banner. Hit him with your best shot." Says Panther. I lick my lips seductively and stick out my tongue. "Listen to your friend." 

He doesn't disappoint. Faster and harder are his strokes, leaving gashes and tearing moans and growls from my throat. I throw my head back, begging aimlessly for more pain. Why does it feel so good? Why do I want this? 

"More, Banner! I want to bleed." I say, panting from the utter excitement. T'Challa's hand quickly strokes his naked cock, aroused from my torture. Banner says nothing, but he complies. The final stroke sends blood rushing through my split skin on the right pectoral, earning a scream and a blissful expression. "Ah! Ah! AAAAH!! God! Ouch!" I scream, biting my lip, moaning. "Damn, you really like this. I've got more for you, don't worry, Thanos." Said T'Challa. "Mmm... oh god, yes. Give me all you've got!" I throw my head back, feeling my gold helmet hit the back of the bed. T'Challa returns into the closet, and poor affectionate Hulk returns to me on the bed to lick up my blood. "Thank you..." my eyes roll back into my head in pleasure and excitement. 

"Thank you... I want so much more."