There's no way out!

Sneaking through the shadows, Sasha led the group up the zigzagging staircase that led to where the planes were parked. She ran to a small side door and walked out. Soon the three fugitives were outside the hangar; the sun was beginning its descent toward the west, and before them lay an inhospitable and unfamiliar environment. - I know where we are! It's Ukraine! <unk> said Sasha in an exultant tone <unk> What we need is a vehicle, because I know where to go! "I know where they leave their unused cars", Sergey corrected, running along the side wall that led to the back of the hangar. Chantal and Sasha followed him out, and soon they were in what looked like a graveyard of mechanical junk, some for military use and some for civilian use. I followed him and ran to an SUV that looked like it was in good condition; it got in and started shooting under the dashboard. "Do you know what you're doing?" asked Chantal nervously. "I know cars better than anyone", he replied, still with his face tucked under the dashboard. "If it has an engine, I know how to make it work". -That's true! <unk> said Sasha in a complimentary tone <unk> Too bad you're not so good with women! Before Chantal could understand the malicious comment, the vehicle roared, signaling that it was fully operational. Afraid, they boarded the car and with Sergey at the wheel they took off, guided by Sasha, indicating where to go. A little relieved, Chantal was still curious to know how no one noticed Steppenwolf's delay in serving the meal to the prisoners; she feared that it was all a trap ..., but who to trust at that moment? They stopped at a gas station, where Sasha made a call from a public telephone. "Nothing done! They said we need to be on Russian territory to help us!" Sasha grumbled, as soon as she got into the vehicle, demonstrating her revolt. Sergey made a face of desolation and Chantal became mute and thoughtful. "What are we going to do now?" asked Chantal, breaking the silence and showing her impatience. "Are you worried about Scarlett?" interrupted Sasha with a fearful expression. "I'm sorry, but you mentioned her last night. "What did I say?" asked Chantal, without hiding her concern. "Nothing much, just her name and that she needed your help", replied the spy, in a wired manner. "All right, but what about us?" he asked again. -Well..., we still have Luka! <unk> said Sasha looking at Sergey, whose expression was one of discomfort and irritation. - Fuck, Sasha, that fucking Croat scratched the spy, writhing in pain with his wounds. -Sergey, the way you are and we have no money, there is no other way <unk> corrected Sasha with conviction <unk> He can help us a lot! - All right, people <unk> intervened the adventurous, still impatient <unk> Let's go after this Luka! But now we have an immediate problem - said Sergey, settling for the inevitable - we need supplies and some food. "I know, Chantal, come with me!" said Sasha, opening the car door and pulling the relic hunter by the hand. With Sergei looking at his companions in astonishment, Sasha and Chantal entered the convenience store heading towards the cash register. Sasha turned around on the counter and whispered something in the ear of the subject who seemed to be in charge. The man, a belly Ukrainian, however, with clear signs of having had a defined musculature, heard what Sasha said to him and then looked at Chantal, licking his lips and scratching his groin. After a few minutes, he nodded his head, opened the cash drawer, pulled out some bills and handed them to Sasha, and then retreated to the back of the store. "Come on, my friend, it's your turn now!" said the young spy, taking out some packets of snacks, soft drinks, and a box of dressings. "What do I have to do?" asked Chantal, somewhat stunned by what was happening. "Just go to the back ... the guy will show you what needs to be done" answered Sasha, without losing his attention on the shelves. Chantal walked up to the place, and as she walked through a door, she came face to face with the naked Ukrainian man in the scroll laughing! He looked at her and gave a cursory smile, holding the member and swaying in exhibition. Chantal then understood what she had to do. She walked up to him, knelt down and held the scroll, examining it carefully. It was, indeed, a fine specimen of benga, thick, large, and full of veins; the girl began by licking her head, hearing the subject growle like an animal; from short licks, she proceeded to run the entire length of the member, ending by sucking the huge balls, still hearing the growls and other indistinct sounds of the man trembling with excitement. Soon, Chantal opened the tool, sucking vigorously, making it go in and out of her mouth, with agile and frenetic movements, hoping that he would enjoy it as quickly as possible. The subject groaned at length, but without giving any sign that he was close to orgasm; and the delay made Chantal even more impatient; from sucking, he alternated with a vigorous hand job, until his hand hurt! "I don't know what that bitch has arranged with this brute, but I think I will appeal!" she thought, getting tired of the hand job. With some impatience, Chantal made the big man lie down on the cold floor, while she took off her pants, climbed over him and held the cane with one hand. Chantal descended until the glans was close to her vagina; she brushed a few times and then sat on the scroll, making it disappear into her cave; the subject rolled his eyes and grunted even more; the adventurer wasted no time, going up and down the mast, with increasingly rapid movements, until finally the Ukrainian screamed, reaching orgasm and ejaculating voluminously, flooding Chantal's bowels with his hot, viscous semen. Without waiting for anything, Chantal pulled herself together and ran outside; inside the car, Sasha and Segui were waiting for her. "It took a while, didn't it? I thought it was just a lollipop!" Sasha commented in a hurried tone. Chantal looked at her with disdain and said nothing. Sergey, who had already tried to refuel the vehicle, started and headed for the meeting with Luka. Night was falling in the city near Kiev; inside a room in a decadent hotel, the night was promising. From four on the bed, the Croatian named Luka delighted in sucking Sasha's vagina, which was just so moaning, at the same time as he received Sergey's stick in his butt, which struck hard, even feeling some pain. The slender-bodied boy with protruding buttocks, groaned stifled by the licks on Sasha, delighting in the impetuousness of the Russian spy and his powerful roll, going in and out of his anus. Sitting in a chair, Chantal watched the private show without much head for it, since her mind was on Scarlett. After a while, Sergey growled, contracting his muscles and trembling in sign that his enjoyment was upon him ..., he ejaculated into the laced hole of the Croat who, in turn, groaned and boiled like a whore. It didn't take long for Luka and Sasha to fall into a deep sleep, while Sergey went to the bathroom to wash himself; he took a quick shower and left wrapped in a towel, walking to the table next to the chair where Chantal was keeping herself thoughtful. "What's the matter, girl? What are you worried about? Or rather, who are you worried about?" he asked, as he lit a cigarette and sat at the other end. - I'm thinking about Scarlett. - She responded in a discouraged tone. - I'm very worried about her. "Why does she have the Templar map?" asked the Russian, interrupting Chantal. "How do you know that?" she asked in an impatient tone. "Well, who doesn't know?" he answered by taking a long puff on his cigarette. There was then a heavy silence between them. "Look, Chantal, this mad search of yours for the treasure of the Spanish galleon would have gone unnoticed had it not been for the theft of the map, you have been very reckless!" commented Sergey, breaking the tense atmosphere. "But what's so bad about that? It was just an extreme measure", she said, trying to justify herself. "An extreme measure? I don't think you have any idea what you've done!" said Sergey in an exalted tone. "Look, I'll explain to you the consequences of your crazy act!" And so, he began a detailed explanation. <unk>First, you invaded a monastery of the Order, an act that caused fury among its members. Not satisfied, you seduced a lancer to give you access to the Grand Master's office; then, you stole the map, which you could have very well photographed and left there. To make matters worse, you let Rufus take the treasure, not knowing that, along with it, a very valuable relic for the Templars was also taken. In the end, you leave the map in the possession of an inconsequential girl who has no idea what she is carrying! Finally, your extreme measure even generated an international crisis, involving, I put my government, and Sasha, to rescue the relic! Do you understand now? <unk> When Sergei finished speaking, Chantal could not hide a tear that flowed down her face; she had always been a determined woman and never bowed to a challenge; perhaps her mother's genetic inheritance had made her that way; however, at that moment she realized the extent of what she had done and the consequences that were unleashing. Sergei, realizing that he had gotten heavy, got up and walked up to her, holding her hand and pulling her to himself; he wrapped her in his arms and let her drown her sorrow; after crying a lot, Chantal felt the warmth of Sergei's body leaving her rapt; even after so much abuse she had suffered at the hands of Rufus' men, she needed now to feel like a woman in the arms of a man who was not just an animal. And the first kiss was inevitable ..., and after it, others more prolonged and deep followed; as the bed was occupied, Chantal and Sergey lay down on the old felt lining; she stood on top of it and snaked on her body, descending with many kisses, until she reached the towel that she opened with her teeth, leaving the member in full display and accelerated process of erection. Chantal licked the male's tool, listening to him groan and stroking his hair with his fingertips; in a rush of excitement, she stroked the rigid mast, sucking with the voracity of a hungry woman; she swallowed and spit out the member, stopping at the glans she sucked and pretending to bite only with her lips, leaving her partner in a state of ecstasy; and after tasting for a long time, her partner, Chantal, climbed on top of him. Sergey held her reed and waited while the girl descended towards him, wrapping him inside herself; insane movements of up and down followed, leaning on the male's chest and letting him taste her numb nipples. Leaning a little more, Chantal began to move her butt, with an untamed roar, while Sergey groaned and sighed. At one point, Sergey tried to change his position, raising his torso and grabbing Chantal between his arms; she retaliated, wrapping him with arms and legs, allowing him to drive the change of position. Sergey made a studied movement, and the next moment, he was upon Chantal, striking vigorously but without fury, seeking to give her what she deserved as a woman and also as a female. The pleasures of the female multiplied in an almost endless succession of pleasure vehemently and profusely in quality and quantity. And when the apex approached, intoxicating and inevitable, both reached a climax in a single burst of pleasure; Chantal felt filled with the male's mockery and sighed, lying on his chest. A few minutes later, they both fell asleep; Chantal remained on Sergei, loving to feel the warmth of his body and his warm breath, which gave him confidence and security ..., just before dawn, Chantal got up and went to take a bath. And on leaving the bathroom, she saw a shocking scene: Sergei lay on his back on the floor, with a wound on his forehead that bled; there was no one on the bed ..., and suddenly the door of the room opened ... "Hey, puppy ..., did you miss me?" said Rocket, as soon as the door opened wide. "I came to get you ..., come on, get dressed! We need to catch a plane! ..., we're going to Ireland ..., by the way, Steppenwolf is down there! Chantal's eyes sparkled..., that's where Scarlett was hiding! And at the same moment, Sasha appeared next to the mercenary; she had a look full of malice and virulence. "You have to be careful, friend! ..., you talk in your sleep ..., especially when you're high!" she said with a tone of irony. A shot followed! Rocket fell to the side, shot and bleeding; Sasha tried to seize the mercenary's gun, but was prevented by a vigorous kick in the face given by the adventurer. Standing up with great effort, Sergey wielded a gun. "I'm still holding on to my Glock!" he said, breathing heavily. But Steppenwolf is down there, and the Croat is gone! "Don't worry, get dressed!" said Sergei, as he applied a bandage to his shoulder, trying to stop the blood. While she was getting dressed, Sergey gave her a shot of morphine and got dressed as well. They went down the back of the building, using an old fire escape that swayed a lot, and ran down a narrow alley, exiting in the back, away from the eyes of the mercenary, who, leaning against the vehicle, looked at the bandage on his stomach. <unk>Now, let's go after that perverted Croat! I have some money ..., it's not much, but for now it's enough<unk>, Sergey said, taking Chantal by the hand and running as fast as he could.