She gripped her shotgun as she studied the men. They were crouched down, focused on something between them that she couldn’t make out. They didn’t...have horses though, and brahmin rustlers always had horses. Maybe they were lost and needed help finding their way to a town, she thought as she brought her horse to a trot down the hill. After a short ride, she came up to them. The men’s backs were still turned as she approached. One of them, the smaller man on the left, turned his head to face. Her bare breasts were beautiful as she proudly displayed her dark areolas and rock-hard nipples.She motioned for me to sit on the floor. She lowered herself behind me with her back to the wall and opened her legs wide in a V across the floor. Although she was wearing jeans, it was blatantly obvious that her crotch was soaked. A wide swath of moisture appeared at the top of her legs.“Sit in front of me with your back to me,” she motioned.I sat between her legs and my naked back felt her big. It depends on what he wants… You can do it, Jill. Just text this number. Itll be ok He looked into her eyes reassuringly. When Jill got home that night, she texted the number. Their conversation was something like this: Jill: umm… Mr. Moore told me to text this number… so hi. whats your name? Friend: You can call me Hunter. Jill: wow… interesting name… whered you pick up the name from? (Im assuming thats a fake name) Hunter: Of course. From John Hunter, he is a pretty famous physician.. The figure looked back to the monitor watching, Spider-woman had been chosen as a “recruit” for a few reasons, she been Hydra at one time, so it made sense to bring her back to her roots. Also, she had at least one close friend in the Avengers which was something that could prove useful.Spider-Woman screamed and withered in agony it felt like every nerve in her body was on fire as waves of pain pulsed through her. The voice was persistent in its chant of obedience to Hydra. “I don’t care how.