“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.
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