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Hail Fucking Hydra update
🕑 Added 2020-07-14 22:00:00 +0000 UTC
All good things must come to an end.
That was the only meaning Katie could ascribe to the last few months. After all her work, all her planning, all Hydra’s planning, they’d once more been defeated by the Avengers and SHIELD. What’s worse, she hadn’t even come close to being a deciding factor in the bout. She might’ve guessed from her assignment being to neutralize Hawkeye, but at the end of the day, it’d turned out all to be a perversion of the current Supreme Hydra. There’d been no plan to seducing Maya Hawke; someone in the chain of command just thought she was cute.
It was quite an embarrassing thing to be locked up for in a SHIELD blacksite, awaiting interrogation and trial.
The door to her cell rumbled, the facility’s computers performing a quick scan to ensure the room was safe to enter. They could’ve monitored her all the time, but they preferred to give her some privacy. The weakness was almost endearing.
She put away the book she was reading and stood up; the laser of the scan running over the room gave her ample warning that she was about to get a visit. Then the door finally opened and there was Clint, sidling into the room.
“Hi Daddy,” Katie said obsequiously.
Clint shut the door behind him, then went to disable the camera so that they couldn’t be spied on even if someone wanted to. “I thought I’d give you another chance to spill.”
“More interrogations,” Katie sighed. “There’s nothing I know that you haven’t gotten from others. Why bother trying to stain my honor?”
“Because if you ratted on some of these Hydra bastards, it would go a long way to showing certain people that you’re done with being a terrorist bitch. You’re young. You have a long life ahead of you. Why spend it in jail for no reason?”
“Why keep visiting me?” Katie asked. “My answer’s the same every time. Maybe you should use a different method.”
“I think we both like the method I use just fine.” Clint put a big hand on Katie’s shoulder. Then he pushed her down, onto her knees, to watch at eyelevel as he fumbled his cock out of his fly with his other hand.
“Suck it,” he ordered her. “Get this prick in your mouth and suck hard!”
Katie smirked to herself. Clint was on the Avengers with some of the hottest women in existence, and he’d had his fair share of liaisons with them, but it was still her he came to for blowjobs.
Clint’s hard cock stuck out at her face, quickly becoming hard just from the lustful circumstances, the promise of Katie servicing it. As always, Katie was a little shocked by just how big and stiff it was for her, staring, mesmerized by how it throbbed, how precum dripped from the engorged cockhead. She didn’t have much of a social life in the prison. She missed sex. And however demeaning it was to suck off an enemy agent, with his fat cock under her nose, any self-respect of hers just disappeared.
“Go on. Do it,” Clint urged her, his eyes bright. “Put it in your mouth like I know you want to. You loved doing it back when you were playing Mata Hari, so do it now. Suck it, you Hydra bitch!”
Aroused by how he roared at her, Katie obediently lowered her mouth to his swollen knob. Clint groaned softly, feeling her lips once more wrapped around his cockhead. He defied the urge to lean his head back and luxuriate in the feeling, instead keeping his eyes on Katie’s pumping head. Relishing the sight of her sucking his rigid manhood.
Katie felt her pussy twitching. There came a time when a girl just needed cock and however much it seemed that Fate had abandoned her, it had at least left her with someone to fuck. She wondered if Clint was going to come in her mouth or finish in her pussy. She wouldn’t mind either way. She liked the way he tasted and she liked the way his cum burned when he shot it in her sex.
Pulling her mouth from his glans with a slurp, Katie started running her tongue along the length of his throbbing shaft. She kissed and bit and sucked at his foreskin, loving how smooth and supple it felt on her lips. When she’d completely covered his prick in her warm saliva, she asked him to slap her with it, just like he’d used to.
Clint chuckled as he took hold of his erection at the base. “You know, every time I feel bad about sleeping with you, I just remember how much you were in it for love of the game.”
Katie flushed. She had enjoyed fucking him. She still enjoyed it, even now, and she moaned when he smacked his cock against her cheek, again and again, pumping a hearty pain into her vulnerable face.
Then his other hand was palming the top of her head, pushing her down between his legs as he jacked his erection up out of the way. She purred with happiness as she burrowed her face into his scrotum, mouthing his hairy balls.
“Yeah, good girl,” Clint husked. He took a handful of her hair and wrapped it around his shaft, using that to jack off as she teethed the wrinkled skin and wiry hair of his bag. Her pussy burning at how he used her, she pulled his bloated balls into her mouth, surrounding them with the hot wetness of her gulping.
Clint groaned and shuddered, feeling her suck at his cum right inside his balls. “Christ, you’ve got a mouth!”
She pulled away from him, the damp hair he’d masturbated with clapping and clinging to her cheek, and she sucked his prick back into her ravenous lips.
Katie sucked slow and hard, pumping her mouth up and down on his twitching erection as if to see how many inches she could take in one go. She loved how his stiffness ran over her tongue and pushed into the back of her throat, the delicious texture of his bulging veins caressing her lips when his fat shaft stretched her mouth. Slowly gagging her way from his bulbous cockhead to the crooked hairs at his groin, Katie sucked all she could of his manhood.
Clint moaned, desire for more outpacing the pleasure of what he felt, his eyes feasting on Katie’s whore mouth as it lazily polished his shaft. It still shocked him how this girl—the identical twin of sweet, innocent Kate Bishop—knew so much about cocksucking. He wondered if he’d try to get something going with the real Kate, his Kate, if it hadn’t been Hydra psycho-drugs that had gotten them hot for each other in the first place, making the whole subject a minefield of awkwardness. And why was it he always thought of Kate when he was about to come?
From the way Clint’s body jerked, Katie could tell his orgasm was about to arrive too. She decided she wanted to take his load in her mouth. It was too late now to get a fuck going; he wanted to finish this blowjob too badly. But hopefully she’d gotten him aroused enough to fuck her for an encore. Either way, she already loved the taste of the precum he was shedding onto her tongue. She’d like swallowing his load even more.
Neither of them noticed the scanning laser sweep over the room again, or heard the door retract into the walls. About the only thing they could hear was the cry Kate Bishop let out when she saw her mentor’s cock down her evil twin’s throat. And by then, it was too late for Clint not to come.
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Shendude
Well, this was a surprise. And full of interesting developments, too.
