Kate Bishop of Earth-669 continues to endure humiliation at the hands of the Tracksuit Mafia.
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It was 1:30 AM when Markov returned to Dmitri’s office. He had opened the door to a scene of Dmitri, Yuri, and Pavel all circled around Kate Bishop who was on her knees. The three men were all standing around the girl with their semi-hard cocks out, taking turns cock-slapping her and sticking their cocks in her mouth. Kate was helpless to stop them.
The poor girl had her hands still cuffed behind her back, the ring-gag was back in her mouth, and the men had popped open her iconic purple jacket and cut away at her shirt and bra so her perky c-cup tits could be on display as they cock-slapped her and taunted her. Her eyes were closed as Pavel had just covered her face in a fresh layer of his cum just a few minutes ago.
“This is a good look for you shlyuka.” Dmitri taunted the defeated heroine, spitting on her as he slapped his cock across her cum-covered face. He had ignored that Markov had just opened his door. He did not want his time with Kate to end.
“Aah...ngah..” Kate groaned, she had kind of turned off her brain for the latest little humiliation Dmitri and the two goons subjected her to. Kate was horrified at what had and was transpiring, but she also knew that as incompetent as the Tracksuits tended to be, she’d have a chance of escaping sooner rather than later.
‘Bastards. They won’t get away with this...’ She thought to herself as she struggled to breathe around the cock shoved down her throat.
“I see you put your time with the girl to good use.” Markov commented as he walked into the room, trying to focus his gaze on Kate’s irritated expression and not the cocks of his fellow gangsters smacking her around.
“Ah, comrade Markov.” Dmitri said, finally acknowledging the presence of Markov. “Would you like a turn with the suka?” He asked. Dmitri grabbed Kate’s head, slapped her cheeks a few times and then pulled her head in as he shoved his cock deep down into her mouth.
“Aagmpgrh!” Kate gagged and choked hard as she was forced yet again to take the older Russian’s cock down her throat, helpless to stop him due to the ring-gag. “Aaammpgrhh!” She whimpered as he held her face down against his pubes. He had shoved his cock into her mouth while it was still semi-flaccid, but it didn’t take long for it take get hard again. “Aaagrh-agrh!” She gagged as she felt the man’s cock get thicker and harder while down her throat, choking her even more.
“No thank you comrade Dmirti.” Markov said while watching his comrade choke the defeated vigilante girl with his cock down her throat. “But you guys are going to have to wrap it up soon. Pakhan wants us to move her.”
“Yes yes. I understand. Is protocol.” Dmitri replied without looking at Markov, he was too focused on watching the girl choke and gag around his cock. He held Kate’s head down so her nose smushed against his pubes. He had a sadistic grin across his face as he soaked in the sight of Kate Bishop gagging and struggling to breathe as she choked, drool and spittle coming out from the sides of her mouth, dripping down her chin onto her tits as she choked.
“Aagrh...” Kate gagged, feeling her consciousness beginning to slip. She writhed around while on her knees, struggling to breathe, and right as she felt herself begin to black out, the Russian gangster pulled her head up from his cock. “Aaaaah!” She gasped hard for air.
“How long was that?” Dmitri asked Yuri who was standing next to him.
“4 minutes.” Yuri answered. He had been stroking his cock, and it was rock hard at the sight of the heroine choking on Dmitri’s cock. Pavel’s was too.
“That might be your best record Kate!” Dmitri commented, patting the girl patronizingly on the head before gripping her hair again hard to force her hot little mouth back onto his cock.
“Aagrmph!” She gagged once more as the Russian gangster’s cock slid into her ring-gagged mouth once more. “Aagrh!” She choked as the gangster this time instead of holding her down began to mercilessly facefuck her.
Dmitri was not a selfish man. He facefucked poor Kate for about a minute before he pulled his cock out, slapped her face with his saliva covered cock, and then roughly passed her head over to the right to Yuri.
“Aa-aagrh!” Kate choked as Yuri wasted no time to shove his cock into her mouth and down her throat, roughly pumping his cock inside her mouth, facefucking her hard, soaking in the sight and sound of the poor girl choking and gagging on his cock.
“Come on Kate! I thought you would be better by now! Suck Kate! Suck!” Yuri demanded as he facefucked the defeated heroine. “You want to breathe, no?” He asked as he held her face down against his pubes as Dmitri had just done.
“Aamgrh-agrmh!” Kate struggled to breathe. She could feel herself begin to lose consciousness, but like Dmitri had, Yuri pulled Kate’s head up and off his cock, “Aaaah-aaaah—aughh!” She gasped for air as Yuri slapped her face with his cock a few times.
“Okay, okay, my turn again!” Pavel said as he grabbed a hold Kate’s head from Yuri, pulling on her ponytail to for her to move on her knees to face his cock. Pavel didn’t give the girl a chance to brace herself as he shoved his cock into her ring-gagged mouth and down her throat. Pavel was younger than his two fellow Russian gangsters, so although he had just covered the girl’s pretty face in a nice layer of his cum, his cock was rock hard once more as it pumped down her throat for one final time. He would not pass up another chance to choke the cocky little heroine on his cock.
“Aa-aagrh-agrh!” Kate gagged and choked. It’s all she could do as the men passed her around, taking turns facefucking her and choking her on their cocks.
Markov watched somewhat impatiently, the Tracksuit Mafia Captain had a timeline to meet, but he also understood the other three men’s desire to use the girl one more time. Because despite how disciplined he believed he was, he could feel his cock getting hard at the sight of the defeated vigilante girl on her knees being facefucked by the three men.
“Mmm... Shlyuka, where do you want us to cum huh?” Yuri asked while his cock was shoved down the girl’s throat, throbbing and ready to cum again.
“Yes Kate, do you want us all to cum over your face again?” Pavel chimed in as he stroked his cock. “We know you like it when we do that!”
“Or shall we give you one last snack before your big trip with comrade Markov?” Dmirti added with a wide grin across his face. It had been quite the memorable night for the Russian gangster. It was not every night he had the chance to get his revenge on the girl who had constantly humiliated him by gang-banging her.
“Aaah-aah-agrh!” is all Kate could say as she gagged from one cock to another.
‘Bastards...’ Kate thought to herself as she struggled catch her breath as she is pulled from Yuri’s cock, only to have Pavel shove his cock into her mouth, then Dmitri, and so on. Her mouth and throat being used like a communal fleshlight for the men.
“If you gentlemen would be so kind as to shoot your load in such a way that I wouldn’t get your jizz dripping all over my seats, that would be much appreciated.” Markov added from across the room. Dmitri, Yuri, and Pavel all snickered in response.
“Ah, there you have it. Comrade Markov says you need a snack!” Dmitri said, his cock twitching and ready to explode.
“Aaaah-aah!” Kate whined as Dmitri pulled her hair back, forcing her to tilt her head back and look up. Dmitri held her like that as he aimed his cock towards her mouth and stroked his cock until it came. “Aaa-agrh!” She squealed and then gagged as thick strings of cum landed inside her mouth and she could do nothing but swallow it.
“Eat up Kate!” Pavel teased right before cumming into Kate’s mouth too.
“Aaagrh-aarg-agrh!” Kate couldn’t help but choke as her mouth filled with cum and she was forced to swallow.
“Oh Kate, it’s not good to waste such a healthy snack.” Yuri taunted as he joined the two other gangsters in filling the defeated heroine’s mouth with cum.
The men did their best to abide by Markov’s wishes to not cum on the girl’s face, but they were not marksman with their cocks and a good bit of cum had landed all over her face. A good layer of cum dripped down her face while most pooled in her mouth as she struggled to swallow it all.
Kate had never before felt more humiliated and defeated than in that moment. Her mouth overfilled with the three men’s thick potent cum, struggling to swallow it, feeling it drip down around her mouth, down her chin and onto her tits.
Unfortunately for the intrepid heroine, the sight of her getting bukkaked by the men was too good not to record. The three men had pulled out their phones to take pictures and videos of the poor girl as they milked their cocks for the last drops of cum they had onto the poor girl’s face.
“Aargh...” Kate gagged as she struggled to swallow the mix of cum and saliva down her throat, her eyes closed with a fresh small layer of cum coating her face. She felt pangs of humiliation as she heard the shutter noises of the camera apps on the men’s cameras as they took pictures.
‘Oh great... I’m going to find myself on some gross sketchy website now...’ Kate thought to herself as she writhed weakly in her cuffs while on her knees, helpless to do anything but just let it happen. Despite the great humiliation she was enduring, being handcuffed, exhausted, covered in cum, surrounded by three gangsters plus Markov, did not make it an opportune time to attempt to escape. Instead, she continued to struggle down the last of the cum down her throat, hating herself more and more as she did.
“Ah, sorry Markov, we did our best not to get any cum on Kate’s pretty face…” Dmitri said and then chuckled. Markov just gave a little a glare and Dmitri immediately grabbed a rag from his pocket and then started to crudely wipe the cum dripping off the girl's face.
“Aaaghh…aagrhh..” Kate groaned as the man wiped the fresh cum off her face. As Dmitri finished wiping the cum off her face, Kate noticed Markov staring at her and her attention turned towards him. She could feel an intimidating presence from his glare.
“Thank you, comrade Dmitri.” Markov said as he began to walk towards Kate.
“No, thank you Markov, for allowing me to exact the perfect revenge on this suka.” Dmitri replied, “or really, Kate, you’re more of a shlyuka now aren’t you? An American Super Whore!” He added to taunt the defeated heroine.
Kate felt a rush of rage and humiliation come over her at the comments that Dmitri was making. ‘You’ll pay for this Dmitri…I swear it..’ She thought as she stewed in her humiliation, helpless to make any moves yet, especially with Markov in the room. The man was looking at her.
“Now Kate Bishop. Are you going to cooperate and follow me, or are Yuri and Pavel here going to have to carry you?” Markov asked, which made Kate uncomfortable with the choice but Yuri and Pavel excited at the chance to grope and molest her some more. “Stand up if you don’t want to be carried.” Markov added.
“Aah…” Kate groaned as she struggled to get up to her feet with her hands cuffed behind her back still and her pants and panties pulled down. Eventually Yuri and Pavel gladly took the initiative and picked the heroine up by her arms and brought her up to her feet. “Uuh--aahh!” Kate protested against the two men as they forced her to walk forward awkwardly with her pants and panties still pulled down.
The men chuckled at the sight of the once proud heroine forced to shuffle forwards with her pants and panties around her ankles. Impatient, Markov ordered the men to slide her pants and panties back on, and to just throw her over the shoulder.
“Ughh!” Kate groaned as Yuri and Pavel caressed and groped her as they pulled her pants and panties back up. “Ah!” She grunted as Yuri, the larger of the two men, picked her up and slung her over his shoulder. Kate hated being manhandled like this and struggled as much as she could. She hated the smug smile on Dmitri's face even more as he watched her get carried away over the shoulder of his friend.
It did not take long for Yuri to carry the girl to the blacked-out SUV for her outside. Pavel opened the door and Yuri threw the girl onto the floor of the SUV.
“Ughh!” Kate grunted as she landed on the floor of the car, glaring angrily at the man who had just tossed her. Yuri just chuckled and shut the door on her. The SUV was modified so that the first row of passenger seats had been removed from the car, and that there was a partition between the front and backseats of the SUV. Yuri got into the driver seat and Pavel the passenger side.
Kate looked up and saw Markov sitting in the back row of seats left in the SUV with a grin across his face. Kate glared back at the man and slowly positioned herself so that her back was against the divider. Despite how ridiculous she knew she looked, with the ring-gag in her mouth, tongue sticking out with drool dripping down, Kate thought that it was a better position to be in than letting herself lying on the ground.
‘Damn it! Now I have to deal with this creep… I really need to find a way out of this…’ Kate thought, struggling in her cuffs a little as she glared at the Russian-American gangster. She didn’t like that they were moving her. She felt herself fill with a little anxiety when she heard the engine of the car start. ‘Shit…’
“Didn’t enjoy your time with Dmitri?” Markov teased the heroine, a sly grin across his face. Kate continued to glare at him. “I see they didn’t do a good job breaking you in though.” Markov added.
She wanted to curse the man out and scream, but she knew that if she said anything, it would be intelligible babble because of the ring-gag. The vehicle began to move, and Kate tried to look out the window to see where they might be taking her, unfortunately the backseat windows were near 100% tinted black. So, instead, Kate tried to memorize the turns and stops the car made. Unfortunately, for her, Markov wasn’t planning on just watching her the entire trip to the safe house.
Markov soaked in the sight of the pretty girl, her hands cuffed behind her, backed against the divider, drool dripping down her mouth, glaring at him with uneasiness in her eyes. He could feel his cock fill with blood as images of what he wanted to do to her rushed through his sadistic perverted mind. Kate hated how he was looking at her.
The car stopped for a little and then took a right. ‘Okay… should be on 22nd and Walnut…’ Kate calculated in her head.
The car began to move again. Markov stood up and began to walk towards the girl, skillfully keeping his balance as the car moved. In a futile attempt, Kate kicked at him. Markov easily blocked and then grabbed the girl’s right leg by her boot.
“Aaah!” Kate grunted as Markov pulled her leg towards him causing her to slump down from the divider and onto the ground.
“Still have some fire in you huh?!” Markov hissed as he moved so he was over her, straddled over top of her and moved his hand to her throat.
“Aah-argh!” Kate chocked as he squeezed his hand around her slender throat. She squirmed as she struggled to breathe.
“Look at you… Still so feisty even after being used like a common little whore!” Markov taunted and then spat on the girl’s face. Kate let out a whine as the spit landed on her cheek and she felt it drip down. “I can see why Dmitri had such a thing for you.” Markov added, easing his hand around her throat.
“Uugh!” Kate gasped for air and coughed, writhing around underneath the weight of the man on top of her as she caught her breath.
“Mmm…” Markov hummed and then slapped the girl across the face, hard enough to sting. She yelped, much to his delight. He caressed her face gently and then turned his attention to her bare perfect perky c-cup tits. His left hand trailed down her face, then down her neck until it was around her bare breast. He ran his right hand up her taut stomach to her other boob. And soon he had two handfuls of Kate’s tits and began to slowly and methodically grope her.
“Aaah-aaah!” Kate whined and complained as the gangster groped her tits.
“Pretty face, perfect tits, tight little body… Mmm… oh Kate, you’re going to make for a very popular whore for us!” Markov commented as he groped the helpless girl beneath her. Kate could only squirm underneath him as he continued to roughly grope her tits.
“Aaah-oww!” She yelped as Markov began to slap her tits and pull on her nipples. The cruel Russian-American gangster delighted in the sight and sound of the defeated vigilante made as he slapped her tits and pinched her nipples.
“Don’t like me playing with your tits like this?” Markov asked, knowing that she really couldn’t answer him, other than unintelligible groans, whines, and whimpers as he played with her tits.
Kate hated how helpless she felt as she writhed beneath the man. She hated that she knew that there was a part of her that was enjoying this. She felt waves of shame wash over her as she felt her pussy getting wetter as the man continued to grope and caress her.
‘Augh… I can’t believe I’m getting hot from getting groped in the back of a mafia’s SUV…’ the heroine thought to herself in shame.
Markov enjoyed the sight of Kate with the ring-gag in her mouth, her tongue sticking out of her mouth, drool dripping down from the edges of her mouth, but he became curious to what she had to say. So when the SUV came to stop at another light, Markov reached around her head and unclipped the straps of the ring-gag.
Kate was a little confused at first as the man took the ring-gag out of her mouth before resting his hands back onto her tits, waiting for her to say something. The ring-gag had been pretty wide so her mouth was sore and she stretched it out.
The car began to move again.
Kate’s eyes narrowed as she glared at the man on top of her and began her tirade, “You better fucking let me go you creep! The fucking Avengers are out in force looking for me! And just you wait until Doctor Strange finds out what you creeps did to me-Aiye-owww!” She let out yelp as Markov slapped her across the face, interrupting her tirade. “Aargh!” She gagged as Markov then wrapped his hand around her throat again.
“Shut the fuck up! Every one knows the Avengers aren’t what they used to be! You think I believe that Doctor fucking Strange cares about some little slut running around with a bow and arrow!?!” Markov said while loosening his grip around her throat. “Especially a slut who’s getting wet from getting groped in the back of some truck?” He taunted, reached back with his right hand, slid it down underneath her pants, and felt how wet her panties were.
“Augh! Y-you’re wrong! Stop it! Ow!” Kate demanded, only to be slapped once again.
“I commend you for having so much bravado still Kate! Even though we both know I’ll probably get you, Hawkslut, to cum again with just my fingers before we even get to our next stop!” Markov replied as he brought his left hand back to her breast and began to rub her pussy through the fabric of her panties.
“S-shut up! Y-you think I’ll let a creep like you make me feel anything!” She replied, trying her best to fight back the pleasure she felt from the man groping her tits and rubbing her pussy. Despite all her efforts, she could not hide the pleasure she was feeling, her face getting red, her chest heaving as Markov rubbed her pussy harder and harder.
Markov grinned and ignored the girl’s protests and continued to play with her breasts and rub her pussy, soaking in the sight of the girl just helplessly squirm and writhe underneath him. Instead, he groped and rubbed harder.
“Augh! F-fucking creep! Ngghh!” Kate insulted before biting her lips to stop herself from letting out a moan. Markov chuckled at the sight, knowing he was already close to making her cum, he stopped.
‘Asshhole!’ Kate thought to herself in shameful frustration. She didn’t do well to hide the frustration in her face. She was breathing heavy but tried to control her writhing and squirming down.
Markov let the defeated vigilante girl catch her breath for a moment before he slipped his right hand down her panties.
“No! S-stop!” Kate protested as she felt the man’s rough fingers, slick with her own juices, begin to slide down her crotch, down her shaved bare pussy, causing her to tremble as they touched her pussy lips. “Nnngh!” She bit her lips once again as she felt Markov tease her pussy. He quickly found her clit with one of his fingers. “N-no!”
Markov smirked as he began to rub the girl’s swollen clit with the tip of his finger.
“Nnngh-f-fuck! N-no! Aaaahh-ooh!” Kate let out, despite how much she fought the urge to moan. “Ooh! F-fuck! Y-you asshole! Oooh-gawd!” She moaned harder as Markov rubbed her clit harder as he squeezed her tits at the same time, easily pushing her over the edge, making her cum hard. Markov continued to rub her clit, extending her orgasm, making her squirm and writhe harder and harder underneath him. “Oooh! S-stop! Stop! Oooooh-god!” She begged, feeling herself overwhelmed with pleasure as he pressed his finger against her clit and rubbed harder.
The SUV came to a complete stop. Markov stopped rubbing Kate’s clit and groping her tits. Kate was breathing heavy and writhing in post-orgasm ecstasy, trying to regain her composure. She couldn’t believe that she had just been made to cum as hard as she did by some gangster in the back of his blacked-out SUV like some common whore.
Markov chuckled as Kate looked away from him in shame and humiliation, sweat dripping down her face, chest heaving up and down. “Welcome to your new home slut.” Markov said, getting up from being straddled over-top of her. Yuri and Patel got out from the front of the car and opened the back door.
“Kate Bishop! Did you have a good ride?” Yuri teased, having heard her moan while he was driving.
“Fuck off…” She replied weakly, still trying to catch her breath. She looked outside from the opened door and realized that she didn’t really recognize where she was. Having been groped, molested, and eventually made to cum the entire car ride made it hard to concentrate on the turns and stops the cars made. From what she saw and if she had to guess, she was probably no longer in NYC.
Markov grabbed some tape out of a bag full of “supplies” that was on the backseat of the SUV. He had planned to use more of the items out of the bag during the ride over, but he had gotten distracted. He then reached down her pants and in a single motion, ripped her panties off of her and out from her pants.
“Open up.” Markov ordered. Kate didn’t listen, so he pinched her nose shut until she opened her mouth to breathe. When she did for a brief moment, the gangster took the opportunity to ball her panties up and shove them into her mouth.
“Aaam-ammpgrh!” She protested as her panties, soaked in her own juices, were shoved into mouth. She tried to spit them out, but Markov forced her mouth to close a little and quickly taped her mouth shut with a few layers of tape. Markov’s cock throbbed at the sight of Kate taped gagged, knowing that her soaked panties were shoved in her mouth too. He knew it humiliated her, and it did. Kate had never really tasted herself down there before, but she did now.
“Come Kate, let’s get you situated in your new home.” Markov said as he exited the SUV, motioning for Yuri to carry the girl out.
“Aaaammpgrh!” Kate demanded, despite still breathing heavy and shaking a bit as Yuri picked her up from the car floor and threw her over his shoulder. The Tracksuit Mafia members were not worried about moving her from the car into their safe house. It was 3:00 AM and they owned the street they were on.
Markov opened the door to the safe house, a row-home that looked like every other house on the street. Kate could not see any signs or indicators of where she was at specifically as Yuri carried her in. Kate squirmed and writhed while over Yuri’s shoulder. Kate knew that her struggling was useless, but she didn’t want to show the men that she was going to submit to them. She would never, she told herself.
“Aaampgrh!” Kate protested as she was carried over Yuri’s shoulder down a set of stairs into the basement of the row home. Her eyes widened in disbelief as they reached the bottom of the stairs and she saw how the dingy, unfinished basement, had all sorts of different kinky fetish items lined up on the wall along with various kinky furniture spread throughout it and chains and rings hanging from the ceiling.
“Like your new room?” Markov asked, teasing the girl as he walked down to the basement.
“Aaammpmmph!” Kate cursed into the panties shoved in her mouth while glaring at the man.
“Let’s help Kate here get situated into her new room boys.” Markov said, motioning to Yuri and Pavel who walked down behind him. Yuri put the girl down onto her feet, she almost fell over, her legs still a little weak from her last orgasm she was forced to have.
Yuri undid the cuffs from around Kate’s wrists. Markov expected for her to do something, watching her intently, seeing a glint of resolve in her eyes.
‘He expects me to make a move…’ Kate thought to herself. As much as she wanted to make a desperate move to escape, she knew that she didn’t stand a chance against the three of the men in her current condition. She knew that Markov was betting on her making a move, so he had an excuse to punish her hard. So, instead, Kate just rubbed her wrists while glaring at the men. She moved her hands up to her face to rip the tape off, but Yuri grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her back before she could.
“Aammph!” She whined. It’s all she could do.
Markov grinned. He knew that she was just bidding her time and that she was a long way from being broken. He instructed Yuri and Pavel to tie the girl up with the coils of rope that were laid around the rope. Pavel grabbed the rope and handed some to Yuri.
Kate winced as Yuri tied the rope around her wrists and cinched it tight, so the rope bit a little into her skin. The men were not finished and continued to wrap the rope around all parts of her. Kate struggled and squirmed as they tied her up, but it only caused the men to spank her to stop. Eventually she found herself strictly tied up in a light shibari style bondage. The men had tied ropes around her elbows, a tight breast harness on her that made her perky tits pop out even more, a tight rope collar around her neck, and to complete the rope work, the men tied a tight crotch rope on the girl. Before cinching the crotch rope, they slipped a small wireless vibrator inside the girl’s pussy.
“Aaaammpgrh!” Kate whined as she struggled in her tight bondage, only for the men connect all the ropes together so that the ropes around her wrists, breast harness, neck, and the crotch rope connected into a ring that was hanging off the ceiling. This forced the girl to bend over slightly onto her tiptoes, and any slight movement made the crotch rope, the ropes around her tits, and her rope collar to tighten.
The men took a step back to admire the work. The beautiful Kate Bishop writhing helplessly bent over in tight rope bondage on her tiptoes in her boots, and the more she struggled the more the tightrope tightened into her pussy.
“Unfortunately Kate, I have to leave for a meeting. Tracksuit business, ya know.” Markov teased as he walked up to the helpless girl and began to caressing up her thigh, squeezing her ass before working up to her tits, groping them.
“Aaammmphh!” Kate protested as she squirmed in his grasp as he molested her, feeling the ropes all over her body tighten as she squirmed.
“But don’t worry, I won’t leave you hanging..” He added, chuckling at his bad joke. Out from his pocket he took out two more wireless vibrators. He took each vibrator and taped them to her nipples. He then turned the girl so she was facing a full-length mirror so she could see herself all helplessly tied up. “See you soon slut.” Markov said and spanked her ass once more before walking away. Yuri and Pavel gave her tits and ass a little squeeze too before following their leader out from the basement.
“Aaaaammmph!” Kate squealed as she felt the vibrators on her nipples and inside of her pussy suddenly turn on. She stepped around, trying to keep her composure only for the ropes around her tits and her crotch rope to tighten, forcing her feel even more pleasure as she struggled around. The vibrators were placed on a random pattern, turning on between high, medium, and low at random intervals.
Upstairs from the basement of the safe house, on the first floor, Markov gave simple instructions to Pavel who he was leaving to watch their captive.
“Pavel, listen you horny motherfucker, I bet you’re thinking, once we leave, you can be balls deep inside that vigilante slut.” Markov said.
“No, comrade Markov, I was lucky for Dmitri to allow me empty my balls onto her before.” Pavel replied.
“Yeah, you were. I haven’t been so lucky yet. So, all you are to do until I get back is to watch the bitch. Touch her if you want, but I swear to god, if I see on the cameras you try to stick your cock inside of her, I’ll cut it off.” Markov threatened.
“Roger comrade, I understand.” Pavel said with a dry gulp following.
“We’ll be back soon. He might be interested in her too.” Markov said as he made his way to the front door.
“Da, take care comrade.” Pavel said, closing the door after Markov and Yuri left. He seemed to be in a hurry because he was excited to go to the security room of the house. There he clicked on the camera feed from the basement, his cock getting instantly hard at the sight and sound of Kate Bishop, helplessly squirming about in her ropes while moaning as the vibrators buzzed on her nipples and inside of her.
“Aaammmph…aaammmmmmph…” Kate moaned into her own panties that were shoved inside her mouth, trying to control how much she was squirming and writhing about so the ropes on her wouldn’t tighten, but it was difficult as she felt herself getting edged closer and closer to cumming from the ropes around her body and the vibrators. “Aaammpgh…” She whimpered, feeling her body shake, fighting the urge to gyrate against the crotch-rope to make herself cum.
‘Ugh… Can’t get too distracted… have to figure a way out of this…’ Kate thought to herself only to let out another small moan as the vibrators turned to high for a short burst.
Pavel from the comfort of the security room, sat back and enjoyed the show.