The thing no one tells you about becoming a superhero is just how much detective work is involved. It doesn't matter how big your muscles are or how many cool, fun gadgets you have, unless you're working for the government or something you're going to have to do a lot of the leg work yourself, tracking down bad guys and putting an end to their evil schemes.
It's certainly not all fun and games. Kate Bishop knew it wasn't going to be when she started out, but that doesn't mean sure doesn't wish it could be a littlemore fun and games. You know, just sometimes! It would certainly help liven things up a little!
All that being said, she breathes a sigh of relief when, from the roof that she's standing on, she looks down through the skylight and sees a bunch of kids in tracksuits laughing and shoving each other and going on like they're celebrating something.
Why the Tracksuit Mafia is made up of a bunch of little kids, Bishop— Hawkeye, she reminds herself to start calling herself in her head when she's on the job, because she doesn't want to slip up and end up referring to herself by name out loud and blow her secret identity— she has no idea. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that no matter how heinous their crimes, a jury is going to balk at the idea of trying a bunch of pre-teens as adults. Maybe it's the element of surprise, because you certainly don't expect a bunch of children to come at you with murderous intent in their eyes.
Or maybe that's just the world they live in now. Whatever the case, Kate doesn't have the time or the inclination to sit up on a roof all night debating the ethics of child soldiers in a gang war; she's here to do her job.
The sudden disappearance of social media starlet, model, and amateur reporter Mary Jane Watson has been plastered all over her various pages. Of course, the nature of social media is that things like this happen all the time, and no one ever thinks to dig too much into it— it isn't long before the next big thing comes along and distracts everyone, even from something as serious as a woman disappearing seemingly into thin air.
Of course, most people would be inclined to believe it was some kind of crazy stalker fan who's seem one too many of her videos where she makes sure all of her best assets are in full view, or that the fame has just gotten to her and it's made her have a mental breakdown and run off somewhere. In most cases when it comes to social media starlets, whether they're beauty influencers or up-and-coming reporters using their bountiful chests and charming smiles to dig deep into stories no one else would touch with a ten-foot pole, one of those two things can explain away most cases of a person who loves to plaster their face all over the internet suddenly disappearing from the face of the earth.
But Kate had known it was more than that from the very beginning, a hunch of hers that her turned out to lead her down a massive rabbit hole.
Mary Jane Watson had been looking into the Tracksuit Mafia shortly before her disappearance, intent on blowing a story wide open about the kiddie gang and the rich and powerful people that benefitted from them. She obviously had no idea what kind of trouble she was getting herself into with that one.
Now, Hawkeye is looking down on the hideout of a pretty major branch of the Tracksuit Mafia, and just as she's about to bust in and start demanding answers as to what they've done with this woman— her investigation finally having led her to the point where busting heads and taking out kneecaps is her only remaining path— they go ahead and just give her the answer on a silver platter.
In the form of them dragging her out from somewhere just out of the skylight's range of view.
As more of the Tracksuit kiddies appear on the scene, Kate ducks back to avoid any of them spotting her if they happen to look up, knowing that the element of surprise is the only advantage she has against their numbers. Thankfully, they all seem to be wrapped up too much in their celebration to care much about security.
Taking a chance and hoping that they're speaking pretty loudly, she wiggles her way down so she can press her ear to the glass.
Mary Jane Watson is being dragged out with a rag shoved in her mouth and tied there, and ropes wrapped around her. The way she's being led makes it look like she's a dog on a leash, even as she's squirming violently and trying to say something from behind the gag, although it's just coming out as a lot of muffled angry noises.
"The boss said he's very pleased with our work, boys," one of the kids says to the rest. "So good work in catching the bitch who was shoving her nose into our business. He says as a reward, we get to decide how to get rid of her however we want."
Loud cheers go up through the room, loud enough that Kate could probably hear them even without pressing up to the glass. One of the kids pulls out a bottle of champagne (she knows she probably shouldn't wonder where a bunch of kids got champagne from considering all of the other crimes they pull, but the thought still crosses her mind) and shakes it right in front of his crotch until the cork pops, the resultant foam looking like something else shooting out of him from the way he's holding it, which makes all of the other boys laugh.
They pass around the bottle, each taking a big swig of it, until they get to the last of the boys who also happens to be the one holding the end of the rope they're leading their captive around on— and after he finishes taking a big gulp, he looks into the bottle like he's trying to figure out how much is left in it, and after a moment of deliberation he dumps the remainder on Mary Jane's head.
This sends all of the boys into uproarious laughter as Mary Jane glowers at them like she would happily kill all of them if she just had the chance. Kate knows exactly how she feels— she feels a pang of sympathy for the woman, and as much as she would like to swoop in right now and rescue her and keep her from having to go through any more pain and humiliation…
The new Hawkeye might be really excited to be here, but that doesn't mean she's stupid. She knows that she needs to plan this carefully, otherwise things could go very wrong for her and Mary Jane.
One of the boys moves forward to untie the gag. Mary Jane tries to bite him when he does, which immediately earns her a backhand across the face that makes Kate wince, because even if he is just a little kid he's wearing some big chunky rings that definitely wouldn't have felt pleasant making such hard contact.
The same kid pulls a gun out from the waistband of his red track pants, pointing it right at MJ's face. Kate tenses up, reaching for her bow, not liking the idea of killing a kid even if he's a horrid little shit but ready to act in the defence of an innocent civilian— but it seems like the kid is just trying to intimidate her, smirking as Mary Jane's eyes go wide.
"You're going to listen to us," he says, growling from the back of his throat, something that would probably sound way more intimidating if he weren't so young. The gun seems to be doing a good enough job at intimidation for the both of them, though. "You try to run or try anything else funny, and I'll blow your head off. We clear?"
Mary Jane opens her mouth to say something— whether she's going to protest or agree to their terms is impossible to tell, but even though she can't hear it through the glass, Kate can just imagine the click of the gun as MJ snaps her jaw shut.
"See, that's not so hard, is it?" The kid's teeth are all crooked and he's missing one of his front ones. It makes his smile look that much more menacing. "Boys, what do you think we should do with her?"
A chorus of young but aggressive voices rings out, all of the tracksuit boys trying to talk over each other as they offer up their suggestions for MJ's fate. The kid holding the gun rolls his eyes and aims it upwards, firing it straight into the ceiling.
Thankfully he's not standing directly under the skylight, but Hawkeye jumps back either way at the sound of the shot. She knows that she has to act quickly now. There are weapons in play and, as she creeps back towards the window, she sees the boys all looking at the one that's decided he's the leader of the group.
"So the votes are in," he says. "We fuck her silly, and then we sell her to the highest bidder. I'm sure with how much she likes sticking her nose in other people's business, I bet someone would pay a pretty penny for her— and even if not, then I bet lots of people would pay just to have personal access to these sweet tits."
The kid with the gun reaches forward, grabs the front of Mary Jane's shirt, and rips.
Kate watches as buttons go flying and he tosses the scrap of white fabric off somewhere else. Even wearing a bra— a lacy blue number that looks far too nice for someone to just wear on a normal day out on the town, especially if they're planning on going to investigate a murderous street gang, but hey, Kate isn't a social media person so maybe that's just normal for them— her tits bounce when her shirt is ripped off, and the bra is quickly tugged down to show her full chest.
Even from this far away (she has very good eyes, after all), Kate can see the tears starting to form in Mary Jane's eyes. The boys don't care at all, though. In fact, they seem like they're even more excited now that she's started to cry, and another one of them steps forward with a knife in his hand to cut away the ropes binding her together. With the threat of the gun pointed at her head, Mary Jane doesn't try to run away, although her eyes dart back and forth like she's trying to see if there's any chance of that happening.
Either the boys don't notice or don't care that she looks like she's going to make a run for it if they let their guard down. They're cocky, confident, and another one of the boys quickly grabs the rest of her shirt and pulls it right off her body, while a third sticks a knife way too close to Mary Jane's skin for comfort in order to cut away the straps of her bra, probably having no idea how to even begin undoing the complicated clasp.
Typical men. Even if they are just boys.
As yet another boy kicks MJ in the chest and sends her falling onto her back so one of his friends can grab her skirt and start yanking it down, ignoring the way she flails her legs instinctively.
Kate knows that she has to do something. There are half a dozen boys down there and they've made it plain what they're planning on doing to MJ. On the one hand there's some comfort in the fact that they're not planning to kill her— not unless she does something stupid— but she barely trusts adult men who should at least have fully developed brains to actually keep their promises or do what they say they're going to do, and she doesn't think pre-teens with anger issues and access to weapons are going to be any better in that regard.
She knows she's outnumbered and she doesn't really have a plan aside from jump in there and start kicking ass, but at the very least she—
Kate is so focused on watching the scene unfold as the boys rip MJ's panties off and force her to spread her legs while she cries and probably is begging them not to do this that she doesn't even notice she's been creeping closer and closer to the skylight.
The thing about being a superhero is that you always have to be alert. If you lose yourself in the moment, it makes it way too easy for your enemies to sneak up on you, pull some kind of dirty trick, get the advantage over you.
It also makes it easy for you to make incredibly stupid mistakes.
Like tripping on the casing of the skylight you've been using to spy on the people down below and go plummeting through the glass straight down into the lion's den without any of the advantages you were just trying to gain knowing that it would be the only way you were going to come out on top.
The fall isn't that long, but Kate can't get her feet under her, too caught off guard by the shattering glass around her. It's all she can do to cover her face to keep it from being torn to shreds by the shards of plate glass that she just fell through, and when she hits the ground, it's back first into a coffee table that sends half-full cans of soda and bags of chips flying everywhere as it splinters under her full body weight falling on top of it.
The impact steals all of the breath from her lungs. Hawkeye tries to force herself to breathe in, to be able to jump up to her feet and at least stand a fighting chance against these kids, but it's already too late. Thankfully there's enough space between the skylight she just fell through and where they have Mary Jane thrown to the floor that she didn't just give the naked woman a glass shower, although that also means none of the kids got hit with any stray pieces as well (a crying shame, because she would have loved to hand them over to the cops with them still picking glass splints out of unfortunate places).
Everyone is in shock for a moment— even MJ has stopped thrashing around on the ground and is instead just staring dumbfounded at the woman who just fell through the ceiling— but the tracksuit boys are the ones who gather their wits first, unfortunately.
And a moment later Kate Bishop has three boys with unsettling grins leaning over her and looking down at her.
"Would you look at this, fellas?" one of them says and licks his lips like he's staring at a giant juicy steak and not a woman, which makes a shudder go down Kate's spine. "Looks like a little birdie decided to pay us a visit. Should we give her a sending off party, too?"
There are cheers from around the room, and another cork pops like one of the boys has pulled out yet another bottle of champagne. Kate opens her mouth to at least say something witty, but she's stopped immediately when her entire body goes tense and feels like she's being set on fire.
Because one of the boys standing over has just pulled out a taser and given her a full taste of it right in the belly, and even her suit can't stop the prongs from delivering her a nasty shock that has her immediately passing out.
Kate Bishop wakes up to the sound of mocking laughter. It takes her a second to gather herself— to remember what happened just before she passed out.
As soon as those memories come back to her through the fog of having just woken up from being passed out as opposed to asleep, she tries to bolt up, only to realize immediately that her limbs aren't doing what she's telling them to do.
Her eyes are at least able to open, although when she does open them, she thinks that she would have been better off leaving them closed.
Because the first thing she sees are a half a dozen pre-teen boys in red jogging suits with nasty smiles and obvious bulges in their pants all staring at her.
Her and the woman next to her, which is the next thing that Kate registers. It's a real struggle to be able to turn her head— she has no idea if her muscles are just struggling to start working again after getting such a nasty shock or if they gave her something to make her more docile, deciding that the threat of a gun in her face wouldn't be enough to deter her— but when she does, she sees that Mary Jane Watson is lying next to her.
Both of them are completely naked, which is something Kate noticed but hasn't really registered until that moment. Of course they both are— the boys had already been planning on violating MJ before she had come crashing in, and thanks to her spectacular entrance that had been maybe her worst fuckup yet since becoming the new Hawkeye, now they have twowomen at their disposal to do whatever they want to.
Kate curses herself in her head, but doesn't let herself focus on that for too long. After all, she needs to get the two of them out of here— she's already fucked up this rescue mission, but maybe she has a chance of salvaging it before things go from humiliating to disturbing.
Considering the way those boys are looking at her, though, she knows she doesn't have much time before that happens.
"Mary Jane Watson?" she hisses in the general direction of the other woman, who whips her head in her direction. She has fear in her eyes like a deer facing down the barrel of a hunter's rifle, but she doesn't panic, which tells Kate that she's a lot more than just the pretty face so many people seem to think that she is.
It's no wonder she managed to piss off the Tracksuit Mafia by digging into their business, then— and it's no wonder she actually managed to figure out enough to make it worth the risk of bringing attention to themselves by capturing her and making her disappear.
Although considering these are a bunch of pre-teens they're dealing with, she's pretty sure that things being worth the risk is not something that's really crossed their minds all that much.
All they see are a couple of women who have tried to take them down, and if those bulges are anything to go by, they're very excited about the chance to pay them back for it.
"Y-yeah?" MJ hisses back. The boys are caught up talking to each other, and the few words Kate catches them saying don't give her a lot of confidence about what's going to happen to them very soon, but she knows she has to keep a clear head and try to focus on getting them out of this
She's a hero now, after all. She's Hawkeye. Getting others— and herself— out of peril is supposed to be her job.
But in order to do her job without the risk of loss of life, she knows she's going to have to do something she never wants to do—
Give up.
Or at least make it look like she's given up.
"Whatever you do, don't say or do anything to provoke them," she whispers to her. "I know all of this is really terrifying right now, but these kids wouldn't hesitate to kill you. The more we go along with whatever it is they want, the better chance we'll have of getting out of here—"
Kate winces instinctively when she hears the sound of a gun being cocked. Mary Jane's reflexes are not nearly as honed, because when the gun goes off— nowhere near them, clearly meant to be a warning shot to keep them from talking to each other— she screams, practically bursting Kate's eardrums in the process.
The tracksuit boys all laugh, nudging each other in the ribs like they're proud of themselves, and Kate feels a bubbling hatred in the pit of her stomach. Sure, they are kids— but they're also monsters, there's no denying not.
Not that she was ever trying to, but actually experiencing it firsthand is something else entirely.
"Are you girls done gossiping?" one of the boys, the one holding the gun— she can't tell if it's the same one from before, they're all dressed the same and pretty much look the same, grubby faces and evil grins and bulges in their joggers that are way too big considering how old they are.
Little boys with big cocks are far from the weirdest thing she's had to deal with since becoming Hawkeye, though, but when one of them— obviously starting to get impatient for the main event— drops his pants around his ankles and steps out of them, showing off the full size of the thing which looks like a more dangerous weapon than the gun in his friend's hand, she can see Mary Jane freeze up out of the corner of her eye.
Hawkeye forces herself to focus on her breathing. She watches intently as the boys start to advance on the two of them. Neither of them are tied up, but she still can't really move all that well, and Mary Jane is frozen in fear in the face of both the reality of her situation setting in and the weapon that the boys are far too cavalier about using.
They must have drugged her, because there's no way she still wouldn't be able to move if the only thing at play were that taser shock, as much as it hurt. There's not much she can do about that, though. At least she still has her wits about her— even if that isn't going to do her much good right now.
It might actually make things worse, because if she was drugged out of her mind, at least she wouldn't have to be aware of all of the bad things that are about to happen to her because she made one stupid mistake— and all of the bad things that are about to happen to the woman next to her, too.
Spurred on by their friend's impatience, the other boys start to strip, although they all leave their jackets on like without them they won't be able to tell the rest of them are in the same gang. Hawkeye would be tempted to call them stupid if she didn't know they were anything but, or at the very least they're under the charge of someone smart enough to know how to keep them from getting completely captured and wiped out by now.
The boys start to advance on them. Kate feels her heart start to race, equal parts fear and adrenaline, but even if she wanted to kick and try to fight her way out (which would go totally against what she just told MJ to do), her body isn't responding to her. Which leaves her defenseless and totally open for one of the boys to walk up and grab her by her knees, spreading her legs apart to show off her pussy.
Her knees are planted on the floor, and she's totally exposed as the boy spreading her legs and two of his companions crowd around her, each of them with their oversized cocks in hand and jerking themselves off as they look down at her.
"Her tits aren't as nice as the other one," one of the boys says. "You think she'll still make us some good money?"
"Oh, for sure. And I think they're still nice enough to bump the price on her waaaaaaay up."
The way they're talking about her like she's just some kind of cattle is humiliating enough, but far worse is the way one of them delivers a harsh slap across her chest, right on the side of her left tit, leaving behind a stinging red handprint.
Kate holds back her cry of pain and the curse she wants to let out, but Mary Jane doesn't, crying out when one of the tracksuit boys slaps her across the face. Kate glances at her out of the corner of her eye, seeing tears starting to streak down her face, but one of the boys leaning over her grabs her face by pinching her cheeks between his fingers and turns her head back towards him.
"Don't worry about her, princess," he says. "You just focus on keeping us happy and maybe we'll be nice when picking who gets to buy you."
There's no way I'm going to be here that long, she wants to say, but holds back, following her own advice.
Doing that becomes a lot harder when the kid grabs her hair instead, wrenching her head towards his cock.
He lets it fall on her face, making a wet slap sound that she cringes at, but she's quickly distracted by the feeling of a hair of hands on her thighs and something pressing against her hole.
"No, stop, please—" MJ begs next to her, but Kate can't look over in her direction when her head is being forced to one side. She can imagine what's happening, though— especially when she hears the boys repeat MJ's pleas in a mocking tone of voice right before she hears the crack of skin on skin again.
"Suck, bitch," the boy at her mouth says as he takes his cock in hand and presses it against her lips, and as much as Kate wants to keep her mouth very firmly shut…
She would much rather get out of here alive, so she can take down their whole fucking gang and maybe kick a few of them in their oversized balls on the way out.
So even though it makes her feel suck to the stomach just at the thought of it, she opens her mouth and lets the boy feed the head of his cock into it— only for him to suddenly thrust in!
It takes a lot of willpower for Kate not to gag around the cock she suddenly finds in her throat, as much from the smell and the taste of it— both of it making it seem like this kid hasn't washed his dick in a week— as from the sudden feeling of having her throat so invaded. Although she struggles to breathe for a second, she reminds herself that the worst thing she can do right now is panic, and starts to breathe through her nose.
Calming herself enough to banish all of those naughty thoughts of just biting this kid's dick off before she ends up doing it and getting them both killed.
The kid plants his hand firmly on the back of her head and thrusts into her like he's fucking into another one of her holes, like her mouth is nothing but a sex toy for him to use at his leisure.
The way his balls are slapping against her chin is almost enough to distract her from the other kid between her legs, but that's only until he thrusts into her, burying half of his dick in her all at once.
It's obvious that these kids don't care what shape she's going to be in when they end up selling her off, maybe haven't even thought that far ahead, because the absolutely brutal way they fuck into her means that if she weren't half as flexible and half as tough as she is she would probably be tearing in some places by now, or throwing up all over them. The pain shoots through her body like a red-hot needle, straight from her pussy up to her head as she's violated so intensely, surrounded by the cackling laughter and cheers of the other boys who are watching on.
Although Kate Bishop can't see her, Mary Jane Watson next to her isn't faring any better. In fact…
MJ cries out as she's suddenly flipped over by two of the boys, her face shoved into the ground by a sneaker pressed into the back of her head. She can't stop herself from sobbing even as she's practically licking the filthy concrete under her in the process, and she feels like she's going to start hyperventilating soon.
She knows that she should stay calm, that she should try to think rationally. But everything hurts and the boys are cheering and laughing at her pain, one of them landing a heavy slap on her ass, and then another, and another, until the stinging handprints start to hurt so much they almost feel numb.
"It jiggles like Jello! You think she's had those ass implants?"
"No way, that's totally real."
"Like you'd fucking know!"
Hearing such filthy words come out of the mouths of such young boys makes her head spin. She had known going into this investigation that the Tracksuit Mafia were not the sort of people you wanted to fuck with, but she hadn't really taken it to heart, not knowing how young all of them were.
But the thing with child soldiers is that, sad as the thought may be, it doesn't take long for children to become accustomed to and even start to enjoy the violence that adults force them to make. Fuck, sometimes the kids are just bad from the very beginning and are happy to commit all kinds of atrocities.
"Which hole do you want?"
"Fuck, can I take her ass first?"
"Dibs on her mouth!"
They talk about her like she's just some piece of meat for them to do whatever they want with. She tries to take deep, calming breaths, reminding herself that the woman next to her— the one who had just fallen through the ceiling and had ended up in exactly the same nightmare as her— had told her to keep calm and not panic, and that if she just did whatever these boys wanted then they would have a better chance of making it out of this horror story alive.
But as she feels one of the boys spread her ass cheeks apart and spit on it, suddenly shoving two of his fingers in her dry ass with nothing but his spit to lube the way, it's hard for her to imagine wanting to live through this nightmare. Especially as one of the other boys crawls under her and cups her tits in his hands, and a third comes around to stand in front of her so she can see his off-brand dirty sneakers in her full field of view.
He reaches down to grab a fistful of her thick hair and yank her up. She cries out in pain at the pressure on her scalp, but all that does is make sure her mouth is open nice and wide for him to suddenly shove his cock into, immediately stealing all of her breath.
The panic is building up in her as curious, mean fingers massage her tits uncomfortably, pinching and pulling at her and making all sorts of heinous comments about milking her like a cow to make his friends laugh. The fingers in her ass are already enough to make her uncomfortable, but she knows exactly what the kid is planning on doing, and considering she's never been fucked in that hole without spending half an hour at least preparing herself for it, she can barely manage to hold back a whimper around the cock that's suddenly invading her throat.
Instead of thrusting into her mouth, the boy in front of of her drags her along his cock, tipping his head back and laughing too. All of them sound like they're having the best day of their lives, like they're a bunch of kids out having a grand time at a theme park, instead of crowding around a pair of women to rape them until they get tired of them and then sell them off to some fucked up human trafficking scheme.
Mary Jane had known that there was a big story to be had when it comes to the Tracksuit Mafia, but she had never imagined that she would end up being caught up in it like this— and who knows if she's even going to get to tell that story, if they don't end up getting out of here like the other woman seems to think they will?
But all of those complicated thoughts go flying right out of her head as she feels the head of a cock press up against her barely prepared asshole— and, even more surprisingly, a second one pressing up against her pussy, from the boy underneath of her who has abandoned playing with one of her tits so he can line himself up with her.
"Lower her down a bit, will ya? You can't just hog her all to yourself!"
"Bite me, asshole!"
Even though the two boys start bickering, MJ feels her hips being pulled down— until all of a sudden she's being pulled down hard onto the cock of the boy under her, spearing her all at once, and barely a breath later the other boy is shoving himself into her pretty much completely dry.
MJ can't even scream because of the other massive cock that's in her mouth right now, even though the combined pain of having her hair practically ripped out of her scalp, her body stretched and filled beyond its natural limits, and her asshole practically ripped in half by the massive cock that's been shoved into her with no lube is so intense that she thinks for a moment that she might black out.
In fact, it would be a small blessing to just be able to pass out— but as her vision starts to go hazy, the boy in front of her yanks on her hair even harder, startling her back to full alertness along with the new burst of pain.
"Don't go passing out on us," he growls at her, and his voice is so low considering how young he is. Maybe it has something to do with why he's so ridiculously big, too? It feels like she's trying to swallow a Yule log, and tears are springing to her eyes not just from how emotionally overwhelmed she is or even from the pain but from the fact that she can't breathe.
It doesn't feel like she's going to have much of a choice about passing out, if not from the pain then from the lack of oxygen— but the boy in front of her pulls out of her mouth enough to let her take a deep breath and cough up some of her own spit before he thrusts back into her, like he's reading her mind.
With the two boys in her pussy and ass alternating their rhythms so one is always pulling out while the other is pushing in, and the boy in her throat making sure not to pull out too far unless he's trying to give her a chance to breathe (not out of mercy or courtesy but simply so she won't pass out, like he told her not to), Mary Jane truly feels like her body is floating, and not in the good way.
But that doesn't stop her from getting wet.
Maybe that's the worst thing of all. The pain is intense, but the humiliation of knowing that some part of her body is enjoying this even as her conscious mind is screaming about how badly she wants this to stop. It doesn't change the fact that a massive cock is plunging into her over and over again in three different holes, that the rough way the boys are treating her lining up exactly the way she would want to be treated if it was by someone she actually wanted to be fucking her— their harsh slaps to her ass provoking whimpers that are as much from pleasure as from pain, the sharp tugs on her hair making her eyes roll back into her head at the same time as it makes tears spring to her eyes.
"Fuck, she's fucking tight… She's even getting wet! Ha! Are you getting off on this, you dumb bitch?!"
It might be funny in any other situation to hear such vulgar words coming from the mouths of young boys, but right now it just makes her feel even filthier and more degraded than she already is. She can't stop a sob from breaking loose, making her cough and sputter around the cock down her throat, and that just makes all of the boys laugh that much louder.
When the one under her decides that it's not enough to just verbally abuse her, he has to do it physicallytoo, and tightly grabs one of her tits so he can pull it towards his mouth and latch onto her nipple— not sucking at it like a baby but sinking his teeth into her tit, making her scream around the cock in her throat, and at the same time making her clench down hard on both of the cocks inside of her as she cums harder than she ever has in her life.
Of course, all this does is make all of the boys laugh at her even harder, and only encourages them to torment her even more.
Kate should be faring better in this situation than Mary Jane. After all, even if this is degrading and disgusting in ways that make her want to throw up, she's had training for dealing with the pain and she has a firm plan in her mind (or as close top a firm plan as she can when she has no weapons or resources and is more or less completely at the mercy of a bunch of psychotic children) for how to get them out of this as soon as the boys have exhausted themselves.
But whether they know she's more of a threat to them or whether it turns out she's just incredibly weak to this specific sort of treatment, Kate is faring just as poorly as MJ— or maybe even worse.
After all, MJ is being accosted by three of the boys at once, while all Kate has to deal with is two; one of them fucking her face and one of them fucking her pussy, and although they're just as big and just as painful to take as Mary Jane's tormentors, they seem much more interested in tormenting her in other ways.
The boy fucking her face keeps pinching her nose shut, depriving her of her one source of oxygen until he sees her eyes start rolling into the back of her head and then letting go to make her take a deep breath before starting the process all over again. The boy between her legs, aside from fucking her so hard she thinks his balls are going to leave bruises on her, keeps slapping and pinching her thighs to make her twitch, and when he gets tired of doing that he brings his hand down on her pussy so he can rub his thumb against her hard clit.
It's clumsy and awkward, the motions of a boy who either doesn't know what he's doing or doesn't care that much about making a woman feel good (and with these brats she's thinking it could be either), but it still succeeds at what he wants to do— making her feel pleasure through the pain, making her pussy flutter around his absurdly sized cock, and making her head feel all fuzzy in a way that she can't blame on the drug she may or may not have been dosed with or the taser she was definitely hit with.
While the two of them are being tormented by five of the boys, one of them is standing off to the side, just watching the chaos ensue— the boy with the gun, the ringleader of the little pack as far as either of the women can tell.
He has his hand on his cock and is stroking himself slowly, like he wants to savour the sight in front of him— but he keeps the gun at the ready, like he's fully prepared to shoot either of them or even shoot one of his friends if things start going south.
But with the two of them being fucked from all sides, mouths and holes full of cock and pleasure that keeps creeping up on them— making them cum over and over again until their brains can't even seem to work right anymore— it doesn't seem likely that, no matter how many plans Kate Bishop has up her non-existent sleeve or how much MJ hopes and prays that the two of them are going to get rescued, that the ladies are going to be causing much trouble.
One of the boys curses loudly as he cums hard down Hawkeye's throat, the way she sputters and chokes on his cock making cum come out of her nose, just one more thing that makes her look completely wrecked— a welcome change from the defiance she had been putting up earlier, acting like just because she's some kind of hero that she can waltz in and act like she's so above it all.
As the first boy stands up and staggers his way over to him, he plants a hand on his shoulder.
"You want a turn, boss?" he asks. "I'm gonna need a minute to catch my breath, I can make sure they don't go anywhere."
"Thanks." He hands his gun to the other boy, walking towards Hawkeye and kneeling down at her head to take up the spot his friend had just vacated. Before he feeds his cock into her mouth, though, he looks up at his friend. "Hey, why don't you text some of the other guys? I'm sure they'd love to get a chance to go at these two before we sell them."
Kate and MJ both feel their blood run cold in their veins on hearing that— but as the two boys filling MJ's holes pump her full of hot cum until she feels like her stomach must be starting to bulge and cum running out of her and down her legs before they've even pulled out of her, and as the newcomer yanks on Kate's hair so hard he pulls her up by it to stuff his cock into her mouth to cut off her breathing yet again, the two of them don't get much of a chance to focus on their fear.
It's not like they can do anything about it, anyway.
The flash of a phone camera goes off, alongside that obnoxious fake camera noise. It mostly gets drowned out by the cackling laughter of the tracksuit boys.
There are a dozen or so of them all crowded around. Some of them are lounging and enjoying snacks and drinks, clearly exhausted from the marathon fucking they just gave to the two women in their captivity; others have been working hard to get the two of them all dressed up nice and pretty so they can take a picture of them to send to their boss' friend who will make sure he gets some good buyers lined up for them.
Positioned on top of a pair of matching old wooden rocking horses, with gags in their mouths to stop them from screaming their heads off but nothing covering the rest of their face because they want the people interested in buying them to see the tears in their eyes and their mascara running down their faces, the two women would probably be glaring at them right now— if they had the ability to do something like that.
After the dicking down they just endured, having all of their holes filled with multiple rounds of cum until they couldn't even close right after they pulled out of them and their stomachs were bulging with the sheer amount they had been filled with, the two of them are too exhausted to be able to act like that. Definitely too exhausted to be able to fight back or even think about trying to escape, too. Which is precisely how they want them.
Maybe if their boss' friend has to take a little bit to get them sold, they'll be able to have another round of fun with them to make sure they're kept nice and docile. But for right now, all of the boys are at their limits, so they've found another solution to keep them from acting up too much.
Not only are the two of them tied to the rocking horses and unable to scream for help— there's a faint buzzing sound that can be heard.
One of the boys wanders around behind Mary Jane and lifts her ass cheek so he can peer under her. Nice and big yet perfectly bouncy and tight, he can't resist the urge to give her cheek a nice squeeze as he does so, wishing he'd saved up his allowance enough that he could be the one to afford her— but hey, this job does have a lot of perks, because he doesn't think he'd ever get a chance like this doing anything else.
And to think his mom had tried to get him to stay in school! Ha!
Lifting her ass like this— and making the horse rock at the same time, which makes her moan behind her gag— he can see one of the two fat pink vibrators they'd played rock-paper-scissors over, forcing the loser to run out to the shop to buy them.
Hawkeye has a matching pair shoved in her holes, which is not only doing a good job of tormenting them further but is also making sure they keep all of the boys' cum inside of them instead of just leaking it out all over the floor and making an even bigger mess for them to clean up.
He cackles as he lets MJ's cheek drop, giving the rocking horse a push to make it rock and push the toys up inside of her in all sorts of interesting and probably painful but pleasurable ways— and then, for good measure, he lays a harsh slap across her ass, making her shriek behind the gag.
It's compelling enough to have some of the other boys filtering forwards, all leaving their marks on the women in the form of bright red handprints as they take turns slapping their asses and listening to the noises they make.
The party would probably continue like that until all of the boys got tired of doing it and decided to just leave the two of them there until their buyer could come and pick them up—
If not for the sudden sound of one of their phones going off.
The little ditty that plays as a ringtone is a catchy tune, and all of the boys immediately snap to attention, patting themselves down in desperate search for their phones. Eventually the ringleader of the group manages to dig his out of his pockets, and it just happens to be the one that's ringing.
"Hello?" He swallows heavily as he listens to the voice on the other end of the line. "Yeah. Uh huh. Yeah. No, we haven't— Yeah! Yeah. Of course! Sure thing, boss, whatever you say."
The very one-sided conversation ends with the boy hanging up, and looking down at his phone before breathing a sigh of relief.
When he turns to Hawkeye and Mary Jane Watson on their rocking horses, though… That look of relief turns into something much more sinister.
"Well, well. Aren't you ladies lucky," he says. "Guess what? You get to pay a visit to the boss before you end up on the free market. He says he's sending a car to pick the two of you up right now.
"Congratulations, girls— and say hi to Kingpin for us, yeah?"