Violet Arrow and the Sweatsuit Mob

"Come on, quietly now." A man said in a hushed voice to another who was carrying a wooden crate. The man barking orders was Alexei Petrov, a Russian gangster who was a lieutenant in the Sweatsuit Mob.

"Why the hush hush? You said that the city was free of that damn Violet Arrow." the goon replied to his boss, referring to the vigilante who had regularly stifled their ambitions in expanding into the city of New Camden.

"Yes, but the city is still crawling full of vigilantes and his protégé is still around." Alexei replied. The only vigilante he was worried about was the other archer, Paige Castle. She had taken up her mentor's mantle while he took a sabbatical.

Paige had foiled his last few attempts to regain a foothold back in NYC for the Sweatsuits. While other 22-year-old girls were out having a grand ol time on a Friday night, Paige found her happy place in taking down criminals.

In fact, Paige Castle was observing Alexei and his men unload their cargo from the shady white van that was parked in the auto shop, Fat Man's Tires, an auto shop that had historically been a front for the Sweatsuits.

'Jesus... If not anything else, Alexei is persistent...' Paige thought to herself as she continued to scan the auto shop for anything else suspicious. Paige wished that Blake was still around NYC so that she had someone to quip with. A partner or something, but Spider-man said he was too busy and that Dare Devil guy kind of intimated her. So, she went at it alone. The whole hero vigilante thing.

Once Paige got a good sense of the layout of the auto shop once more and how many Sweatsuit Mob goons there were, about 9 in total, she went to work. The first things she targeted were all the lights surrounding the auto shop, to include streetlights. The city probably hated her for this.

In quick succession along with expert accuracy the arrows left her bow. The bulbs exploded into millions of pieces of glass, and the gangster began to panic.

"Shit! It's the Violet Arrow!" One goon cried out.

"But I thought he was gone!"

"The girl archer!"

"That's right!" Paige exclaimed as she let a concussive arrow loose towards one of the goons.

"Oooph!" The goon grunted as he slumped to the ground.

'One of nine.' Paige counted in her head as she shot a grapple arrow to the building next to hers. Once the grapple hooked in, Paige swung to her next position. By the time the Sweatsuits had figured out where her voice and arrow had come from, she was gone.

"Shit! Su-Ka..." Alexei mumbled to himself as he scanned the tops of the buildings. This was not the first time he had faced off with Paige Castle. She had humiliated him in their last encounters.

"Had enough yet Alexei?" Paige taunted from the rooftop of the brick building she was on right before letting loose another two arrows at two unsuspecting goons. They go down.

'Three of nine. Can't wait to tell Blake this story.' Paige grinned at the thought of being able to brag about her exploits to the more seasoned hero.

Alexei cursed in Russian once more. He could feel himself getting overwhelmed with anxiety. How this was going to be yet another humiliating defeat for him to the hands of some twenty-something year old girl with a bow and arrow.

"Turn yourself in and you won't have to go back to your boss to tell him you lost yet again!" Paige teased more as she leaped to the next building while keeping to the shadows. "To the same girl too!" she added, letting loose another arrow.

"Cyka blyat!" Alexei expressed his frustration the only way he knew how as he watched yet another idiot goon of his expose himself only to get taken out by the archer vigilante. In an act of desperation, Alexei grabbed his radio and called for help. "Markov. Please. Help."

"Wilco." A voice replied from the radio.

Alexei had not returned to NYC with just his own men. The Sweatsuit Mob had also sent Markov Teller, an American Russian with American military training, along with his team to help Alexei. Alexei was insulted at the gesture and told Markov to not do anything unless asked for. It was unfortunate for Paige Castle.

Although Paige was more than a match for the usual street-level gangster lieutenant, Markov was in a different league. Paige barely saw it coming.

"Gotcha." Paige muttered to herself as she shot another arrow at another of Alexei's men. The man had foolishly peaked around the corner he was hiding behind.

"And that's four..." Paige began to count aloud in celebration, but her joy was cut short by the sound of a metal cannister rolling towards her. "Shit!" She exclaimed right as the cannister exploded. It was a stun grenade. Even the shades she was wearing did little to block the flash.

'Shit this is bad!' Paige thought to herself. Blinded and disoriented, the young heroine is unable to put up a fight when Markov and his men descend upon her.

Markov and his three men had been following the vigilante girl since the first arrow to have left her bow. Markov could have pounced at any moment, but he was respecting the orders of Alexei. When the go was given, Markov and his men moved with extreme efficiency. Efficiency only gained from strict rehearsals and experience.

"Augh! No! G-get off of me!" Paige shouted out loud to the sudden four hands that grabbed her. She barely heard them coming. "Noo!" She grunted as she feels her bow ripped away from her hands. Paige struggled as much as she could, but she is easily overpowered by these men.

By the time Paige began to get her sight back, she was on her knees, hands cuffed behind her back with cold steel cuffs that bit into her soft wrists. She looked up at her assailant as her vision began to clear. It was Markov Teller.

"Who the fuck are you?" Paige asked while glaring up at the man in front of her. Markov smiled at how fierce the girl still was but ignored her question. The man's smile caused a chill to run down Paige's spine.

Markov ordered the man standing behind Paige to stand her up.

"H-hey! Get off of me you creep!" Paige protested and struggled to only end up standing up with a tighter grip around her arms from the goon behind her. "Woah! Hey what do you think you're doing!?!" Paige shouted in a panic as Markov moved towards the girl and began to run his hands across her body.

It wasn't sexual though. It was deliberate and strategic. Paige hated how robotic it was. She had been searched before, and every time before, the man conducting the search usually took some liberties. She would act like she hated it but there was a part of her that enjoyed it, the looks and the little gropes.

This was different. She felt small, like a good part of her knew she wasn't going to get out of this. She was out of her league.

From the search, Markov produced a few knives that were on Paige along with two phones. Markov threw the phones on the ground and prepared to stomp on them.

"Wait wait! I haven't paid those off yet!" Paige shouted in jest, but really didn't have any other ways of being tracked or communicating for help other than those phones. "NO!" She cried out as they smashed into pieces as Markov stomped on them. "You'll pay for that! 19.99 a month!" She said, trying to add some levity to a situation she felt she was losing control of fast.

...

Markov and his men continued to ignore the girl and her endless quips and protesting. Markov had one of his men just pick her up over his shoulder and brought her down to the office of Fat Man's Auto Shop where Alexei was.

"Augh!" Paige grunted as she was thrown into the office from the doorway, right in front of the desk Alexei was sitting at. "Oh... Hey Alexei..."

"Cyka blat..." Alexei mumbled. He had heard the explosion of the stun grenade but had assumed the worst and retreated to his office.

"A peace offering Alexei." Markov said as he stepped into the office and threw a small duffle bag onto the desk.

"What?" Alexei inquired, looking into the bag. His eyes opened in awe at the sight of what was in the bag. The bag was full of a variety of different sex toys from what he could see. It had paddles, vibrators, crops, dildos, pretty much anything a sexual deviant would want in a go bag.

"Your men tell me how much you hate this woman." Markov began to explain, "this girl pretending to be a hero."

"Pretending? I'll-" Paige was about to protest only to be cut off.

"Shut up!" Markov shouted with a cold glare at the girl who was still on the ground with her hands cuffed behind her back.

Paige gave a dry gulp.

"We'll have to teach this one some manners, no?" Markov commented to Alexei much to Paige's chagrin, "As I was saying. Your men tell me not only how much you hate this girl, but also how much you want to fuck her. How much you want to stick your fat cock into her tight little pussy."

Paige's heart dropped and her stomach turned as she listened to how the one Russian mobster was speaking about her. She slowly propped her back up against the office wall after working off the pain of being tossed into the room.

"Woah... Hey now... Alexei's and I have a strictly professional relationship..." Paige said, once again trying to add levity to the situation with one of her trademarked Paige Castle quips. Unfortunately, her quip didn't do much to deter Alexei from hungrily looking her up and down the moment she had been tossed into his office.

Markov did not appreciate Paige speaking out of turn and grabbed something out of the bag he had thrown on Alexei's desk. Paige's eyes opened wide at the sight of what was in his hand, a ring-gag.

'Shit...' Paige thought to herself. Though a young woman, Paige had the full college experience, so she knew what a ring-gag was. It wasn't her favorite. For the first time she kept her mouth closed as the intimidating Russo-American gangster walked up to her. Instead, she glared and kept her mouth shut.

"Now she shuts up." Markov commented before grabbing a handful of her hair from the back of her head and pulls back, "Open up slut... Or else."

"Aammph!" Paige let out a yelp with her mouth shut as Markov slapped her across the face.

"Open up." Markov ordered.

Defiance was all that Markov received. A good part of Markov enjoyed how much fight and spirit the girl had in her. It was going to be fun to break her. With the ring gag in his left hand, Markov took his right hand and wrapped it around the heroine's slim neck and slowly tightened his grip.

"Mmmph!" Paige whined without opening her mouth. Paige was nervous as she felt his rough hand wrap around her soft neck. Whimpering through her closed mouth, "Aammph.." she began to squirm as she felt her lungs begin to constrict.

'Never gave a safe word...' Paige joked in her head even as she felt herself begin to pass out. Right on the cusp of blacking out, Markov released his grip.

Paige instinctively gasped for air, opening her mouth and keeling over for a moment. In that moment, Markov roughly shoved the large ring-gag into the girl's mouth and quickly tightened it. Paige winced at how tight it was.

"Aaargha-aa-agrh"! Paige tried to hurl insults and quips at the man, but all that came out were unintelligible grunts and saliva. "Aaaagrh!" Paige grunted as she was pulled up to her feet by her hair and then subsequently dragged over to Alexeis's desk and slammed over it. "Auughh..." Paige groaned as she found herself facing Alexei's rock-hard cock, his Sweatsuit pants not doing much to cover it.

"Yuri, Pavel." Markov called out to two of his men standing outside. "Hold her down." He ordered.

"Aaagrh.." Paige protested as she felt the hands of Markov's men pin her down against the desk. One man placed a hand against the small of her back to pin her against the desk while he used his other hand to pull on Paige's ponytail forcing her to look towards Alexei's crotch. The other man forced her legs apart and her ass to stick up.

Paige had found herself in sticky situations before, but she had always felt as if she had a way out. Here, hands cuffed behind her back, ring-gag in her mouth, and two much stronger men pinning her against a desk, with a man eager to stick his cock inside of her, Paige felt hopeless.

"Aaaagrh.." Paige groaned as she writhed helplessly against the desk and the men pinning her to it. Never in a million years did she think she would end up in a situation like this one without any way of getting out. Never did she think a situation like this, all helpless and the like, make her so wet...

"Now. Alexei." Markov turned his attention back to the fellow Sweatsuit Mob lieutenant. "My proposal. It's simple."

"Yah..." Alexei replied, distracted at the sight of the pretty heroine writhing and struggling against his desk.

"I would give you the girl to do keep and do whatever, but Pakhan wants to make an example of her." Markov began to explain. Paige wasn't super thrilled at what he was saying. Markov continued, "But, given your history for this 'hero', I will give you tonight to use her however you see fit. As a gesture of goodwill."

"Aaagrh!?!" Paige spoke up against the Mob captain's proposal. Markov shot a glare at the girl, but it did little to quiet her.

"This is very generous of you, comrade Markov..." Alexei said, staring into the eyes of the girl who had been the source for his constant headaches and humiliations. Paige's stomach twisted as she watched a sick twisted grin creep across the man's face, a man whom she had usually thought of as a goofy loser.

"Aaagrhh..." Paige groaned as she watched Alexei stand up from his chair and his rock-hard cock became obvious in his baggy trackpants. His crotch was in her face. She hated this and continued to squirm against the two large gangsters holding her down against the table.

"I can fuck all her holes?" Alexei asked

"You have her until nine tomorrow morning. I'll come by to grab her then." Markov clarified, "Don't hurt her too bad."

'Nine!?! Don't hurt me too bad!?! This is bad!' Paige thought to herself. She didn't know what time it was but she still thought that 'until nine in the morning sounded like a long time to be left alone with a vindictive creep.'

It was 11:00 PM

"You're leaving?" Alexei asked while almost casually slapping Paige's cheek with his cock through the fabric of his Sweatsuit.

Paige felt herself reel with disgust, but she was helpless to do anything of worth. Hands cuffed behind her back, held down by two beefy gangsters, while her mouth was forced open with a large ring-gag that made her mouth sore.

"Da. I'll leave Yuri and Pavel here to help you hold her down and whatever..." Markov replied as he made his way to leave Alexei's office. Markov gave a nod to Alexei before shutting the door behind him.

Alexei turned his attention to the helpless heroine who was held down against his desk, her face buried into his crotch. Paige wanted nothing more than to take a nice big chomp at the man's cock.

"Now... Suka... What are we going to do with you...?" Alexei asked, taking a step back so that he could look into Paige's eyes while he talked to her. The Russian gangster could feel his cock throb as the girl glared at him with her pretty, piercing blue eyes. He gave the girl a grin before crouching down and continuing, "And by what, I mean which little hole of yours should I fuck first hmm?"

Alexei's face was level with Paige. As much as she wanted to headbutt the man, or even look away, she couldn't as Yuri kept a strong grip of her hair to keep her head in place, any which way Alexei wanted it. Paige didn't entertain the question, whatever she would have said would have been intelligible and even if it was, the man would most likely ignore it. It was just another attempt to humiliate her.

"What? No witty remarks?" No quips? No nothing? Ha... scared?" Alexei teased, stroking the girl's face which caused her to shiver in disgust. Alexei soaked in the sight of fear coming across the vigilante girl's face.

"Aaah!" She protested as she watched Alexei pulls his Sweatsuit pants and briefs down so that his cock and balls popped over the waistband. "Aughh!" Paige grunted as the middle-aged Russian gangsters cock slapped her face.

'Ohmygod...T-this can't be happening... Someone save me! Blake! Someone please!' Paige despaired as she fought back the urge to cry, not believing it to be very hero like of her if she did.

Yuri and Pavel couldn't help but feel their cocks fill with blood as the girl squirmed harder and harder underneath their grasp and let out whines and whimpers. They were good goons, but they were as lustful as any other and their thoughts grew into fantasies of having their own turn with the helpless heroine.

Alexei rested the tip of his cock on Paige's tongue. Paige wanted to kill these men, but she was utterly helpless and could only writhe in frustration which excited the men even more, watching her tight body squirm about.

"Now Paige... I apologize for how, uh, potent, my dick might be... I haven't been home in some time... Too busy chasing around a dumb little vigilante slut." Alexei taunted the poor heroine as he slowly slide his cock into her mouth. He never cared for the feeling of the metal of a ring-gag around his cock, but the feeling of the young woman's lips wrapped around his cock and her tongue gliding underneath, unmatched.

"Aaamp-aagrp-agrh!" Paige gagged hard, wanting nothing more than to bite down hard on the gangster's cock. Paige wasn't a big fan of the ring-gag either.

"Mmm! Blyat! Fuck! Paige! You are a true little shlyukha!" Alexei shouted as he pushed his cock deep down the helpless heroine's throat, causing her to choke and gag harder and harder.

"Aagrh-aaagrh--agrhha-agrhrh!!" Paige struggled to breathe as Alexei kept his thick 9-inch sweaty cock shoved down her throat. Paige couldn't believe she was choking on Alexei's cock. It all felt like a surreal horrible nightmare. She hated that she could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter the more the gangster used her.

'oh god... I can't be the Revenger who gets horny from bad guys capturing and using her... If they even let me join now...' Paige found herself thinking while Alexei gave her a moment to catch her breath and pulled his cock out, cock slapping her pretty face.

Yuri and Pavel's cocks grew even harder at the sight of the helpless heroine being cock slapped and taunted by Dmirti..

"Even with the gag, you suck cock good Paige." Alexei praised. Paige hated that he was using her name.

"Aaah..." Paige let out weakly. Alexei replied with shoving his cock hard and rough back into her mouth and down her throat, making her gag hard, "Aagrh!!".

"Shut up Suka!" Alexei demanded as he began to roughly facefuck the poor girl as Yuri held her head up and still, "How many times have you foiled me..." Alexei hissed while holding the girl's face and nose pressed against his thick pubes, "Humiliated me...!" he added, "Tsk! Now look at you! Choking on my cock!"

"Aaampgrh!" Paige choked as she struggled for air, but Alexei sadistically held her face down even longer. It wasn't until her coughing became erratic and tears were streaming down her face, lots of spittle and spit dripping down from her mouth and down her chin, then Alexei pulled his cock back. Just enough to let the girl catch her breath.

"Don't worry Paige. Practice makes perfect." Alexei taunted as he thrusted his cock back down into her mouth and throat, soaking in the sounds of her gagging and choking as he face fucked her without mercy.

"Aa-aar-aamammpmmpgrh!" Paige gagged and whined when she felt the thick middle-aged cock down her throat begin to throb and pulsate erratically. "Aaa-aamgprh!" She choked as Alexei's cock began to spray thick strings of cum down her throat, filling it up quick. "Aaagrh-aagrh!" Paige choked and coughed as her mouth filled with cum as well, coughing up spittle and cum from around the cock still shoved deep down her throat.