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.
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