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Yes, There is something else I need	By : AgentSekhmet Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Iron Man Views: 5011 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: nything associated with the Iron Man franchise in any way, shape or form. Abuse, Anal, Angst, M/F, NonCon

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Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with the IM franchise and I am not making any money from this.
To my readers: I apologize for taking so long to update this story and I hope you like this. Let me know what you think! On with the show…
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It had been almost a week since Kate was forcibly dragged away by the lecherous CEO of Hammer Industries. Since then, nothing. He focused on his work, completing the drones that he was commissioned to build. During the day, the room was full of other scientists and technicians but aside from the usual and necessary interactions, Vanko did not let one careless word slip. Instinct told him that every word he said would have been repeated and reported back to Hammer. Vanko did not ask about Kate nor refer to her in any way--he would only speak with Justin Hammer himself about this matter...not his hired lackeys.
In bed and exhausted from after another day's efforts, Vanko rolled over onto his side, his still-unhealed burns throbbing unpleasantly. However, it wasn’t only the pain that kept him from sleeping—it was a sense of relentless worry; apprehension that only seemed to heighten with each day away from Kate.
As he had done far too often in the last seven days, Vanko reached over to the bottle of Grey Goose that was always at his side. He shook it, disappointed at the paltry amount of vodka that remained. Scowling that there was less in it than he would have liked, he raised it to his mouth. With three deep swallows, he drained it dry, savoring the fiery burn that slid down his throat.
Tomorrow, Justin Hammer himself would be supervising the progress on his army of drones. Tomorrow would also be the day for answers.
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“I am proceeding ahead of schedule,” Vanko announced to the diminutive CEO, “so I want something in return.” His hangover was pounding in his temples and his mouth felt like the floor of a New York subway station in August.
Hammer glanced apprehensively at the physicist who towered over him. Lack of sleep and too much booze made Vanko’s overall mood dangerous. One wrong word on his part would result in his being pounded into a bloody smudge on the floor. He had a sneaking suspicion what Vanko would ask for: Kate. However, asking for Kate was one thing; seeing her was another. She still hadn’t recovered from her client’s handling—keeping the severity of her injuries from Vanko was going to be difficult.
He had to take control of the situation. “Can we at least sit down and discuss this like gentlemen?” Hammer said smoothly, indicating the kitchen chairs. Vanko grunted and led the way. The CEO sighed silently in relief.
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Since Hammer knew that men—himself included-- do a lot of their thinking with their dicks, it was unlikely that Vanko would say that he didn’t want the services of the hired tidbit that was waiting to be ushered into the room.
Long-legged, slim-hipped, and she was sporting implants that would make even Pamela Anderson stand up and take notice. With a body built for sin, Hammer was confident that by next morning Vanko would be saying, “Kate who?”
Even thinking about her made Hammer’s groin tighten and he nonchalantly crossed his legs to hide the growing bulge in his trousers.
“I’ve brought you something that I think you might like,” he said, sliding his thick-rimmed glasses higher on his nose. Before Vanko could ask what that was, Hammer was on his feet and strode to the door, yanking it open. With a jerk of his head, he indicated the girl enter.
Vanko straightened, hoping that it was Kate on the other side of the door but when the girl entered, he scowled.
“What is this?”
“What the hell do you think she is? Your reward,” Hammer said, his anger getting the best of him.
Vanko rose to his feet and grabbed the girl's arm, forcing her to look up at him. "Do you want me to fuck you?"
The terrified barely-out-of-high school girl shook her head vigorously. As soon as the Russian physicist released her arm, she was out of the room like a shot, her stiletto heels clicking madly on the concrete until the sound of silence filled the two remaining men's ears. Taking his cue from the hasty exodus of his hired whore, Hammer also left.
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Vanko was not sorry that he was alone again. Now that he was alone with no one but the computer for company, there were ways of finding out what he needed to know.
When the terminal beeped, Vanko snorted. Hammer hadn’t bothered to update or change the security programming at all. Hacking in now was as easy as the last time--where the posturing CEO was very close to choking on his astonishment. It was a moment that Vanko had come to savour whenever the little twerp was at his most annoying.
It took only a few moments for Vanko to find Kate’s file. As he read the itemized list of her injuries, his brow furrowed in puzzlement when the impact of what he was reading hit him—none of her injuries was sexual in nature.
Nevertheless, that didn’t mean what she suffered wasn’t serious. Digging deeper into Hammer hard drive, Vanko found a file that captured his interest but he hesitated to open. It was Kate's medical file. The sense that he was not going to like what he found filled him with dread. A single bead of icy sweat trickled down the length of his spine, chilling him. It took another deep swig of alcohol before he stiffened his resolve.
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Reading the text of the medical report, Vanko learned that over the last three years, Kate had had numerous black eyes, a spiral fracture of her left forearm, a broken rib, contusions, concussions.
What hadn't she gone through?
Then he saw the images and Vanko moaned in pity. Long-healed small circular burns dotted her ass and Vanko knew the scars as being burned by a lit cigarette. In addition, there were many long welts across her ass and the back of her thighs. The report listed the injuries were the result of caning.
As hardened as he had become during a fifteen-year stretch in a brutal Soviet prison, it was too much. He was about to close the window when one final image caught his eye. He saw a bright scar line across her right wrist and Vanko understood what it meant. It had not been a cry for help---it was a serious suicide attempt but different. Where most people slit their wrists, they tended to do it horizontally. When Kate tried to kill herself, she cut herself vertically, which meant that there was a greater loss of blood. However, after reading her file, Vanko couldn’t judge her. Everyone has their limits and Kate finally reached the point where the desire to die overcame the urge to live.
Spotting her phone number, he dialed it. The phone rang until it went to voicemail. And, like Kate herself, the message was lighthearted and honest:
“Hi, you’ve reached the Brady residence. Unfortunately, Kate, Pinky, Hurley, and the ‘goos aren’t available to take your call right now. You know what to do…Wait for the beep, bye.”
“Kate?” Vanko asked. He tried to think of something, anything, else to say but for the first time that he could remember, he was tongue-tied. The dead air on the other end of the line seemed to mock him; but hanging up was not an option—she needed to know that someone cared and was willing to listen.
Based on what he read in the file, Kate was in a lot of pain if the dose of the opioids was correct. What she needed was someone who cared. Someone who would make no demands on her mind and body--she needed a friend and if she wanted to cry on his shoulder, she could have that and a pair of strong arms to make her feel safe and insulated from the world.
“I know you are there, Kate...I will call back. I must talk to you.” Not knowing what else to do, Vanko hung up.
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“Well,” Vanko shrugged, “As you say in this country, so far so good, yes?”
Hammer smiled his most shit-eating grin and nodded. He was pleased.
“I want to show you something I’ve been working on. Come,” Vanko said, gesturing.
“Everything looks fine,” Hammer said, rapidly running out of patience. “What’s so important?” He watched as Vanko went up the ladder to where a platform had been installed so that he could work on several drones at once.
Vanko leaned over and grasped the headpiece of the machine that was closest to him. With a grunt and twist, the head came off and Vanko threw it on the floor. Without a second’s hesitation, he worked his way through two more.
Hammer’s face turned ashen as he rang up the damage in his head. One hundred million, two hundred million, three hundred million dollars now lay on the concrete floor.
“Seven days I do not hear from Ms. Brady, you put me off,” Vanko snarled. He put his hands around a fourth drone but Hammer could not remain silent any longer. The crazy commie just pissed away the profits of Hammer Industries for the last quarter. “Okay, okay. I can be reasonable.”
“That time has passed,” said the Russian.
“No! Wait….what do you want?”
“I want truth.”
“She was hurt because of her last client,” Hammer said, carefully edging his way around the truth. “But she is recuperating.”
“I know this,” Vanko snarled. “Tell me what you’ve found out about her daughter. You lead Kate on with endless promises that you will find her daughter but you never intended to do that, da?”
“That’s not true, I found out her name…Patricia Anne Crawford!” Hammer protested, his voice dwindling to an involuntary squeak as Vanko grabbed Hammer by the lapels of his Armani jacket. By the next beat of his fiercely thudding heart, Vanko had lifted him until he was off the floor, his feet dangling helplessly in the air like a child sitting in an adult's chair for the first time.
“Tell me the truth!”
“Okay, okay. I was stringing her along, I admit that…”
“And?” Vanko shook Hammer with enough force to make the CEO’s fillings rattle. He smirked when the smaller man’s face turned ashen from the force. “Why do you humiliate her? Why do you sell her to dogs?”
“Because she’s the most submissive woman I own. And some men, especially those from the Middle East, like that.”
Vanko narrowed his eyes as he pondered Hammer's words. Kate Brady hadn’t been submissive during their time together. She hadn’t been afraid for the simple reason that she trusted Vanko. During the several glorious hours that they had spent together, she saw that beneath the rough exterior, beneath the tattoos and the scars that covered his battered body, was a man who would keep his word and treat her with respect.
That trust was something that Vanko would not forget. However, this executive would learn something about being submissive; about being completely in the power of someone who would show no mercy.
Just like the animal who dared to bruise Kate's tender body for his own perverted pleasure.
“I show you what submissive means,” Vanko snarled through clenched teeth. He grabbed Hammer’s scrawny neck in a powerful grip and directed him over to a workbench. He bent Hammer over so that his hips were in contact with the hard metal edge and his butt was in the air.
He would teach this man what it really meant to be someone’s bitch. What he was going to do would make Hammer ashamed to show his face to his underlings or equals.
Reaching around Hammer’s skinny waist, Vanko removed his belt before unbuttoning the hand-tailored pants and pulling them down, where they pooled in an expensive heap at his ankles. They were followed by white silk boxer shorts emblazoned with bright red hearts.
"No, don't do that...please!"
Vanko sneered when he understood Hammer's meaning. "I saw that movie too. You think I make you squeal like pig, mudak?" he said, disgust twisting his features.
Hammer heard the whistle of the belt a split-second before a thousand points of fire exploded across his backside. He bit his tongue until it bled, determined not to give the Commie bastard the satisfaction that this was causing him pain. However, the second, third and fourth blows evaporated any thought of remaining stoic. His cries of agony reverberated throughout the cavernous research facility, taunting his own ears with the sounds of his weakness.
“You do not own Kate or any woman any longer," Vanko said, laying down a series of particularly hard blows on the back of Hammer's thighs. "As soon as I finish, we go to your office.”
“Why?”
“I will watch as you find the information about her daughter. You never keep your word; I do not trust you to do this like honest man. Get up, huesos!"
Vanko cocked his head and admired his handiwork. Now, instead of the sickly white colour it started out as, the executive's ass was now a mass of red welts. “Nye plohah,” he said and chuckled.
Hammer obeyed the order without a word and purposefully avoided Vanko’s gaze as he got off the table and pulled his boxers up. He hissed sharply when his flesh touched the cold fabric.
"What I do is only small part of what you deserve and you know it. This is only first time for you. How many times has she gone through this but never complain? She is stronger than you. Now we go to your office.”
Vanko grabbed Hammer’s arm and dragged the reluctant smaller man to the door.
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