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Spider's Web Trilogy - The Spider's Bite	By : Shadow-Of-The-Guardian Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Spiderman Views: 195379 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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Chapter List
- 13
- 14
- 15
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Author's Note: I redid the ending of the last chapter since it put me into a corner that was too hard to make believable for the upcoming chapters but this was in the planning stages to begin with. The previous chapter was edited and updated before this was posted just to make sure the readers are up to speed. So before reading this chapter, re-read the previous chapter in case you haven't so that way the start of this chapter will make sense
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Chapter 14: Assembling the Teams Part Two
It took all night but Natasha managed to get where she had wanted to go after making her rather 'typical' exit from a spy agency.
Every spy in the game knew about “Burn Notices” and how they can royally screw a spy over. It didn't matter what agency you worked for or in what capacity. Natasha knew of those who got burned but at best were only local agents. The kind of people that either worked at maintaining a safe house for the agency or ensuring that whatever equipment was needed for whatever operation that was taking place in that particular part of the world.
One person Natasha remembered that got burned was Yelena Belova. Both of them were in the training program to become an elite class of agents for Russia. They had graduate at the top of their class in The Red Room program and both were put on immediate assignments.
For a while, they were known as the �� , “The Shadow Blades” for they expertly eliminated all targets with no proof it was them or even it was their own country that ordered the hit. Sometimes they had eliminated the target with some very obvious results such as a car bomb. But never was there any evidence left to point to anyone in any official way.
For a while, they had gotten so good that even though it was already expected of them to always achieve 100% successful mission, they were now expected to die for their country without a single bit of hesitation.
They were given a mission where Yelena was to infiltrate and eliminate the new initiative that United States of America was working on. The “Strategic Hazard Intervention Espionage Logistics Directorate.” By elimination, Yelena was to take out the person was established to be the head of this new organization. A man that was also working within the American government to restart the super soldier program for the next war all major countries in the world including Russia was planning for.
Natasha knew that the assignment would require Yelena to go undercover for more than a year at least. It was the only way to ease any suspicion long enough for her to eliminate the target. When Yelena told Natasha that she was being tasked to eliminate Nicholas Fury, the red head told her blonde compatriot that she believed Yelena would succeed.
It was the following day that she learned the true mission behind the elimination of S.H.I.E.L.D. and it's director.
Natasha's superiors had said that with what they learned during the Cold War, nothing could be left to chance. Both sides were trying to play the honest role to ease whatever hostilities that might still be there. That much Natasha understood since it made the most sense to her. It was the other parts that she didn't grasp right away.
She was told that in order to truly convince the American Nation that Russia wasn't a threat to them for the foreseeable future, they would have to assist the nation in adverting a crisis that would have the public from both sides demanding for war.
One particular crisis that came to mind was stopping a 'renegade' agent from killing prominent American political figures. Nick Fury did have a lot of red tape and closed files that most knew connected to him all the way back to World War 2 but he was still an asset to the United States government. The Russian government made it seemed that Yelena had taken it upon herself to eliminate a possible threat to her country despite the fact her superiors told her that no action was to be taken unless the threat level increased.
That was more than enough for Natasha to figure out the scenario and the purpose of the mission itself.
Yelena wasn't to infiltrate the organization and eliminate those within. She was to be burned so that Natasha herself could infiltrate but be seen as the hero of two nations.
Natasha could still feel the sickness in her stomach when she was given the order to eliminate Yelena despite the fact she was as loyal to the Russia as she had ever been. It was a hard pill to swallow and even more so when she and Yelena were face to face with each other at a train yard in Maine
Yelena knew she was burned and why her own government had done so. She even knew why Natasha was chosen to be the one to eliminate her. More fuel to fire for a better smokescreen for Natasha's infiltration.
Before Natasha pulled the trigger to 'end the threat to the peace between the nations', Yelena said one last thing to her friend.
“Only black widow spiders kill their own.”
The sound of her gun going off after she had pulled the trigger, Natasha remembered she didn't even hear it or it didn't even register with her. It was the last words of her only friend that echoed more loudly than the rumbling trains that passed by that night in the train yard.
The following days after that was something of a blur for Natasha. She had returned home to a something of a hero's welcome. The United States thanked her for helping with adverting the crisis and her own government said that relations were better than they were before. Her own superiors thanked her for her unwavering dedication to the true mission. They did admit that Yelena was a significant loss to their ranks but in the grand scheme of things, it was a necessary sacrifice.
As a reward for her acts, her government put her in an experimental program that could enhance her physical attributes. Natasha was given a kind of cybernetic upgrade into her muscular and skeletal aspects of her body. It wasn't anything serious that required significant surgeries to accomplish. It was at best a rudimentary use of nanotechnology that they had recently developed.
Once she was injected with them, Natasha felt herself actually becoming stronger and faster than ever before. Of course she was trained to be at her physical peak before leaving the Red Room. Now she was better than ever before with everything being much clearer to her now with her sense being beyond razor sharp.
The only real downside to having them was that they would become bonded to her in a way that would allow her superiors to track her if they so choose. It wouldn't be long before they would catch wind of her leaving S.H.I.E.L.D. and would deem her an immediate threat.
In an ironic way, Natasha was going to go through the same thing her late-friend Yelena went through.
But this time things were going to be different. Natasha was sick and tired of the game both sides played with the people of the world being in the middle of it all and suffering the consequences of actions behind the shadows.
It was time for a game changer but to reset the rules would require more from Natasha than she had yet to give.
Inside a safe house she had set up herself in case she was burned by either SHIELD or her own government after the incident with Yelena, Natasha made sure she had everything she was going to need for what she had to do next. Right now, she was mostly waiting on Nebo to come to grips with what he was being asked to do.
“So, the long and short of this problem is that the only way to truly get off the grid, so to speak, is to get all the nanotechnology out of your blood. Correct?” Nebo asked while looking at his former protégée as if she might have actually lost her mind.
Natasha only nodded since she had no real urge to say the words again since the first time was rather hard enough.
“And according to you, the amount of your blood that you must lose in order to get rid of the nanotech is close to 30%. Even with this special dialysis machine that you had me bring in to help filter your blood back to your body, it takes at least 5 minutes from beginning to end for your blood to start coming back. You know as well as I do that a human body cannot lose more than 20% of it's blood. Anymore and the body starts to shut down and that even under the best of conditions.”
“I am aware of that. There really is no other way. Especially with what's to come.” Natasha replied while double checking the equipment and the medical chart that she was going to sit in for the operation.
Nebo could only shake his head in exasperation at the current situation. Ever since he retired from being a trainer of agents for Russia, he had tried to wipe his hands of it all since he had seen more than what could be considered a fair share of agents he had trained die. Either because of a mission that went wrong for a variety of reasons or because the agents themselves cracked under all the pressure at dealing with the secrets.
Natasha had been the only one so far that had given Nebo the impression she might actually live to 'retirement age'. A fabled time of life for spies where everything that they had done for their agency and country finally meant they could enjoy life for more than just a day. Nebo himself had only heard a handful of spies in the world that had achieved such point in their life with Nebo being one of them.
But he also remembered that even when one retires from the game, there will come a time when either the game calls them back or they have to in order to stay alive again. Nebo knew that Natasha wasn't the retiring kind, herself going into retirement in that regards. What she was doing now was definitely going to change the playing field for her and with luck, a hell of a lot of luck, she would come out of it alive.
Nebo knew that there was nothing more to be said. Natasha had made up her mind and they were wasting time since he knew S.H.I.E.L.D. was already either looking for her or sending word about her going rogue.
After seeing that Nebo was going to go through with the procedure, Natasha replied to one last thing said to her by Nebo before she passed out from the effects of the procedure.
“I hope this person you're doing this for is worth.” Nebo said after activating the dialysis machine to begin filtering out Natasha's blood.
Feeling the needles enter into her arms for both to extract and replenish her blood, Natasha only hissed in response at first. Seeing that Nebo was actually waiting for an answer, Natasha decided to give one of the few honest answers she had ever given in her life ever since becoming the Black Widow.
“He is.”

xxxxx

There had been plenty of mornings for Liz Allen that when she woke up, she felt the need to go right back to sleep. This was one of those mornings but there was a good reason for it. Usually it was because of something at school that made Liz want to go back to sleep, to let the day blow over.
This time was a new kind of morning for her.
Peter had visited her during the night and definitely showed her how much stamina he had just for her. Liz wasn't the kind of girl you would say was experienced in sexual situations but it was her opinion that Peter was the kind of bed mate most girls fantasized about.
Liz had heard the talk from the girls that were clearly more into being sexually active than most. Some of them said that so and so had this size of a gun between their legs. Other said this one had the stamina of a stallion. There was also plenty of talks where the girls said these kinds of guys who acted all macho and mature were about as well developed as a nine-year old boys.
Liz new that in a way, it was a two sided coin in that department. There were plenty of girls that brought attention to themselves simply because of the fact they were more developed than most.
One good example was girl who came from a foreign family. Her name was Morrigan Anseland and Liz wasn't exactly sure where she was from other than somewhere in England.
From what she did know about the girl was three things.
The first thing that stood out about her was that she had a kind of accent that seemed to go along with her attitude about being from a more refined family. At least that's what she implied whenever she spoke of her family.
The second was that she had an attitude that just set her apart from whatever preconception notices anyone had about her. To say that she was a bitch would qualify as Understatement of the Year if not the Decade. Morrigan felt like because of her family's origin, she was already inherently better and thus, must continually prove in one form or another.
The third and was quite possibly the most that stood out was the fact she had the tits of a pornstar. Obviously there was plenty of speculation that there was no conceivable way her breasts were natural. That was the rumor until one teenager was brave enough to cop a feel from one of her tits during a gym class. Liz was there when it happened and she found it extremely funny that a girl who practically enjoyed showing off her assets would get so embarrassed when someone actually went after the goods.
“Holy mother of God! These are real!”
Liz remembered how everyone laughed at both Morrigan's reaction and the subsequent ass-kicking she did once she got the boy off of her and her tits.
Though the whole ordeal did knock the girl down several pegs, it wasn't too long afterwards that Morrigan somehow used it to her advantage. She said that what she had was real and was hers and that she said it was what separated her from the typical Americans since they had to resort to all forms of artificial enhancements to achieve the look she was born naturally with.
If anything after that, the clothes Morrigan wore before that somehow managed to draw attention to her rather ample bosom seemed to changed overnight. They still drew attention but it also gave off the vibe of a 'look but you can never touch' which seemed to make her even more desired among the male populace of their high school. Some girls as well which was no surprise there.
Having gone down a memory lane that went along the route of a woman's development, Liz couldn't help but wonder about her own breasts. Sure they weren't at all small but there was always a lingering doubt with Liz if they could be a little bigger.
Before she started having sex with Peter, Liz would often...play with her own breasts from time to time. Of course she had masturbated before when she started to come into her own womanhood but those times with just her tits was to see if she could make them bigger when she learned that they had stopped developing.
She had heard from time to time there were methods that would allow to increase one's own bust size up one more before the considering the option of plastic surgery. Not that she would ever consider it but Liz felt like she was every other woman out there. Sometimes you wish for something being more than what was already there.
That certainly applied to the male half of the high school populace no matter what was said otherwise. At least in Liz's opinion.
Eventually Liz decided to get herself out and about, even if it wasn't a school day. She also figured that it would be a good idea considering that her room still had a lingering and very distinct smell about it. So far, her mother wasn't aware that she was as sexually active as she was with Peter. There was plenty of times where her mother had made certain inquires but Liz managed to keep her mother convinced otherwise.
Liz figured that her mother would be concerned about her being one of those high school statistics about pregnant teens. Her own mother even made mention how she had become an unwed mother herself. It happened right after high school where she said met someone she had never met before. When Liz asked on what she meant by that, all her mother mentioned was that the man was definitely one-of-a-kind type of person.
That was the most Liz had ever gotten about her father from her mother. No one else in the family seemed to ever met him and there was no pictures she could find of the two of them together. The only clue she had was a name Liz overheard her mother saying once when talking to someone over the phone, possibly a relative. Her mother had said that 'Cain Marko wasn't part of her life nor will be part of Liz's life either'.
If it was a real name, Liz could never find anything connected to it.
In fact, her own desire to find out who her father was didn't really kick in much until recently. After having a talk with Mary Jane and Lana on their stance of parents and such is where her interest in her own father resurfaced. When Mary Jane said that her own father was a kind of bastard, Liz did feel sorry for her along with Lana. But when Lana mentioned how she didn't know who her own father was, the conversation went down a strange path none of them considered except Lana at that point.
“Now that's fucking funny.” Lana said with both girls looking at her confused. “Here we're talking about our fathers and we actually have something more in common than those fucking assholes than them being bitches and ditching us and our mothers.”
Liz hadn't really made the kind of connection Lana did but in retrospect, was wondering how she didn't think of it in the first place.
“Well, more in common with my father than yours. The three of us are fucking my mother practically in the same way my deadbeat of an asshole father fucked her.”
On any other day, Liz would have been appalled at such a revelation. Even Mary Jane would have been equally disgusted but Liz remembered that the two of them just looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. The kind that said, 'Can't argue with that kind of logic' nor would they even try.
One time recently Liz did go through her mother's stuff looking for anything on this Cain Marko if he was possibly her father. She snuck into her mother's bedroom and looked through some of her personal belongings for anything that might be a clue for her. But the only thing she found was a piece of paper from the hospital that went along with Liz's own birth certificate. It looked like it was another birth certificate but it didn't look official. It was missing the stamp that Liz saw on hers.
On her birth certificate, it said her full name: Elizabeth Laura Allen. On this other piece of paper, it said: Clarice Ferguson Allen.
It wasn't much of a stretch in her mind that what she saw was possible proof she might've had a twin sister since the dates and times on both were the same. Liz never asked her mother about it, mostly because she didn't want her own mother to know she was going through all of her stuff even if it was just to find more about her own father. She also knew that if she did have a twin sister that her mother never told her about, there was a good reason for it.
And possibly one reason that her mother didn't want to be reminded of.
Liz couldn't say that she didn't wonder from time to time if she did have a sister. Who wouldn't after living so long believing to be an only child. But as of late, Liz noticed she's been thinking about having a possible twin sister more and more. Was it because of her relationship with Peter and the other girls, the intimacies they've shared? Liz wasn't entirely sure but she figured maybe she was seeing a sister in either Mary Jane or Lana.
A weird kind of sister but a sister maybe.
After clearing her mind of all current thoughts and focusing on her next set of actions, Liz grabbed a couple of pieces of loose article of clothes and headed to the bathroom for a morning shower. Liz's mind had cleared up more when she reached her destination. There was something she had wanted to check out in city.
If she was right, maybe this could turn out to be something that would help Peter out in dealing with him being Spider-Man. That and also maybe a better arrangement for all of them. Having Peter fuck her the way he does was good and all but maybe something might be needed in the long run.
Something that could be beneficial to all them
Inside the bathroom and setting the shower to the appropriate temperature, Liz got inside and just felt herself melt as the warm water cascaded over her skin. Most showers never felt as good as it did right now. Liz thought for a moment that maybe after a good round of sex with Peter during the night and a fresh shower in the morning was a pleasurable combination.
After she let her hair get wet so as to shampoo it, Liz turned around so as to let the spray of water splash her face. Liz was definitely of the mind that this shower was one of the better showers she's had in a long time. One thing she noticed as the shower continued was the water getting a little colder than normal. Liz had to adjust the water temperature several times before it reached the level of warmness she had wanted it to be.
Had Liz opened her eyes to look at the dial for how much hot water she had it set for, she might've noticed something rather odd about the dial setting. The amount of hot water that was hitting Liz at the moment was capable of actually burning human skin slightly after several seconds of exposure. But for Liz, it was just warm enough for her.
Liz first removed all the leftover scent and stains with her hands first. She only started doing this recently because she learned that she like the feel of her own skin. After all the effort she put into keeping her skin in the best possible condition she could, Liz often wanted to feel her accomplishments.
This time was a little bit different than the last time. Liz wasn't really riding a euphoric high while in the shower but she was slowly coming down from it. She would have come down all the way before but her hands started to touch areas that illicit a particular response when touched.
With everything feeling so good to her, the after effects of Peter's lovemaking, the warm water against her skin, and her own hands brushing up against her breasts and nipples by accident at first, Liz started to give in to her growing lust.
Liz didn't realize that she was starting to feel herself up, fondling her breasts more and more. Liz didn't even realize that because of how much steams that was coming from the shower being on it's highest level of heat that the entire bathroom was being covered in a complete haze of hot steam.
The amount of heat that was building up in the room would easily be more than enough for anyone to handle for more than a few minutes. Only for Liz did it feel just right. Like it was as natural to her as breathing the very air itself.
And on the part of breathing, Liz's breaths started to become deeper. Light gasps and moans as her hands began to stimulate her body just the way she liked it. Well, like it before Peter's hands had taken over the job.
The very second the thought of Peter's hands fondling her body was more than enough for the fantasy to take life and Liz to 'see' Peter doing to her what she and her body so easily loved. Her mind began recapping all the times she was deeply intimate with Peter and his touch. Like last night when he showed up with the clear look of lustful hunger in his eyes.
For a moment, Liz actually imagined Peter being with her in the shower, leaning down to kiss her as deeply as he always did with her. But the vision ended as she suddenly moaned out loud.
Liz wasn't so surprised when she realized that during her daydream she had begun rubbing along her slit. However instead of stopping though, she put the daydream on hold to continue her current actions. Now conscious of her arousal Liz again pictured the teenage superhero as if he was right behind her. Still as naked as she was and as close to her own body as possible.
It was easy to picture him as such due in part to seeing Peter in such a state almost every other day of the week. Seeing the tone and athletic body that even his costume barely covered she began to pick up the pace of her rubbing. Spurred on by the distinct memory of his touch caressing over her, she stopped her rubbing her slit long enough to bury her hand inside wet folds. Liz had to brace herself with her other hand against the shower wall as she began rubbing her pussy directly.
When she was sure of her balance in the running water, Liz brought her other hand up to her breast and began groping in the same way Peter would. Finding her nipple already erect, Liz began to tweak it as she moved the breast around in circles. Rubbing her clit she was forced to pull her hand from her breast to bite down on her knuckle to prevent from moaning out loud and alerting her mom to what she was doing if she was still in the house.
Liz began to imagine that it was Peter who was responsible for the pleasant sensations racking her body. Although having seen Peter's dick, Liz imagined that it was inside of her instead of her hand which somehow enhanced the pleasure she was giving to herself.
Liz imagined Peter was lining his dick up with her passage, feeling the warm member caressing her ass cheeks before making the final connection. When the phantom Peter penetrated her she had just buried her fingers inside her cunt working it in and out of her slick tunnel. As she did this, Liz imagined Peter telling her how good it felt to be inside her and imagined herself telling him how good and right it felt for him to be there.
What Peter never really knew about Liz was the fact that she did have deep feelings for him. That attempt to make out with him that night at the party at Kong's house was actually a true one. She was indeed drunk when she tried to make out with Peter but she felt she needed some 'liquid courage' since it was a step in a direction she wasn't sure about.
Overall, she was glad that things did turn out the way they did. Even with the acts of incest with Lana and her mother.
That bit of joyful thought made Liz really work her fingers inside her and imagined Peter telling her he was close. Picturing herself clamping her legs around Peter like she usually did whenever she could, the fantasy played out with Peter cumming inside of her. This in turn triggered Liz's orgasm as a result of her self-pleasure.
Tensing, Liz's release easily coated her inner thighs despite the shower water still running over her body. The blonde had to brace herself against the shower wall again since the strength in her legs started to fail in strength. After her strength returned to her legs, Liz gave her mound a few gentle rubs which sent shivers of pleasure through her at least one more time. Pulling her hand from between her legs, Liz spread her fingers, blushing at the sight of the strand of her release that clung between them even with the shower still spraying hot water on her. Staring at them, Liz thought back to the first time that she had come to realize that Peter had become more than a friend to her.
Liz had been talking with Mary Jane shortly their school trip to the Harry's father's company. At the time, Liz remember Mary Jane showing actual concern for Peter when he was bitten by that weird spider that was easily bigger than Kong's foot that was used to squash it. Liz had wanted to sit next to Peter on the ride home but Mary Jane had beaten her to it.
She did manage to sit at least close enough to the pair to listen in on their conversation. Mary Jane's words towards Peter easily showed honest concern but what puzzled her the most was the fact that Liz managed to hear something else in those words.
It was almost as if Mary Jane herself was testing the waters to see if being with Peter was something he had considered as well. Of course Peter didn't catch the subtly in those words since he was still the typical nerd in their high school. Not yet the adventurous vigilante that came to love multiple women including herself.
If it wasn't for the fact that at that particular moment in time, Mary Jane Watson and Harry Osborn were a secret couple, Liz might've just let it go altogether. But she saw it as something else at the time as well.
Was Mary Jane trying to get Harry jealous or was she actually concerned for Peter?
That was actually a question that had yet to be answered entirely. Like Liz, Mary Jane hadn't told anyone outside their little group that Peter was screwing them both. Harry still acted as friendly as he always did which didn't hint at a possible break-up between him and the red head.
Whatever the case was, Liz knew she would have to ask her friend about it and soon. Peter was definitely a good guy even when including his Spider-Man side of his life. He was someone that Liz wasn't about to lose in her life nor would she allow him to be hurt because someone in their group had a secret relationship.
Obviously all of them were in a secret relationship but the fact was they all knew Peter was Spider-Man. If Mary Jane inadvertently blurted out that bit of fact to Harry because they were still secretly dating, it could create a whole slew of problems for everyone individually in the group itself.
That was something she was going to address as soon as possible. No way would she let her friend ruin all the fun she was having with someone she now knew was worth having with.
Back in the present, Liz wiped her hand clean and finished her shower. It didn't take long for her soap and shampoo herself now that she achieved her impromptu release. When finished, Liz got out of the shower and began drying herself with her towels. That was when she noticed several things that seemed a bit amiss to her.
The first was the fact that the entire bathroom was in a complete haze. It was hard enough to see where she was even just by standing in one spot in the bathroom. It took her a bit to find the switch that turned on the ceiling fan which eventually pulled out all the steam haze from the bathroom. It didn't take long for it to clear up enough for Liz to see her reflection in the main mirror.
That was when she noticed the other thing.
When Liz began drying her hair with the towel, she noticed right away it felt different than when she usually dried her wet hair. Having done so countless times before and in a specific way so as to keep her hair in a manner so it was easy to comb and dress up would so easily reveal something was different even in the slightest of ways.
Liz wiped the mirror clean with the towel to confirm what she suspected but didn't really believe. In her reflection was something Liz had only expected to see after she was done completely with her shower. Not right after she had exited the shower not even a minute ago.
Her hair wasn't damp nor was there a spot of water anywhere on her naked body. For a moment, it looked like some steam was coming off of her where there was water still on her body. But it was so quick and small that Liz 's eyes barely registered it. Liz didn't even bothered with what she thought she had saw but focused on what she was seeing.
Liz saw in her reflection that the color of her eyes wasn't the natural blue that they always had been. She could easily tell that they were completely red and not just the main color of her eyes. She had no irises at all. It was like her own eyes were replaced with fiery red marbles, maybe even rubies from the shade of red she was looking at.
If she hadn't blinked several times once her mind registered the fact her eyes were completely red, Liz might've thought something was wrong with her. It was when she blinked several times to see if her eyes might've needed some kind of adjustment that the natural blue color returned to them.
Liz might've felt relieved at this point but then for some unknown reason her entire body suddenly felt so far off that Liz almost fell right to her knees in response. She managed to steady herself from falling completely to the floor by grabbing onto the bathroom sink. For about a minute, Liz felt like she had a bad case of what affects women at that special time of the month. So bad in fact that Liz almost felt like she was going to throw up everything she had eaten the last week and a half.
The girl did her best to work past the sickness she was feeling, to mentally block out what her body was telling her it was feeling. That was when Liz had the dreadful thought she was possibly pregnant and this was what they called morning sickness.
Of all the times she had let Peter cum inside of her, never once did she wear any kind of protection or did Peter insist on any.
This was the foremost thought on Liz's mind at this moment. Not the fact that she had seen her eyes change to a different color or that she was completely dry in manner that said she had never taken a shower minutes before. The possible idea that she was pregnant was screaming in her mind.
Whatever was causing Liz to feel this way continued for several moments more. Liz had closed her eyes when the sickness and aches hit her, to try and push it back like she could control it through her will. But when she opened her eyes and looked at her reflection in the mirror again, Liz couldn't help but feel both elated and even more worried at what she saw.
Elated because she had paid attention in health class as well as done her own research into learning what happens when a woman becomes pregnant. The initial symptoms of what she was feeling seemed to match those of what she had learned about.
Her reflection in the mirror showed something that elated her but worried her even more. Her skin had taken on a darker shade of red like she had sunburn all over. Even her hair had taken on a more reddish tone of color from the natural blonde that she was. Again her eyes had turned back to complete red like before.
From seeing how red her skin was, Liz might've thought she was actually starting to glow red hot from the way she feeling now.
Strangely, for how quickly it started it ended for Liz and she felt like she did right after exiting the shower. Liz had to catch her breath since she wasn't aware that she had been holding it the entire time.
“What the Hell was that?” Liz said to herself while she caught her breath and check to see if there was any area on her body that was as red as she had saw in the mirror.
Something wasn't right, that much Liz knew. She didn't imagine any of it nor did she just wake up from some strange dream either.
Whatever it was, Liz was going to have to figure it out and hope that whatever it was wasn't serious.
The only light side she found at the moment was that at least she knew she wasn't pregnant since nothing in her research said a girl would go through that if she was pregnant.
Then again, Liz had to remind herself that who had been fucking her wasn't a typical male of the human race. If Peter had the powers of a spider, did that mean if he impregnated a girl they would either become spiders themselves or give birth to spider babies?
There was only one person Liz knew that could have some answer for her but she knew to at least wait until they were alone. She had already considered telling Peter what she suspected about Mary Jane and Harry having some kind of affair behind his back. Adding in the possibility that Peter knocked her up and Liz was now going through some kind of alteration as a result easily meant more than just one topic of conversation.
“Well...one wildfire at a time I guess.” Liz said to herself one more time before making her decision to find Peter as soon as she possibly could.

xxxx

At any given time in a person's life, they always ask one particular question. Even on multiple occasions. The wording or the circumstances may vary each time but it's always the same at the very core.
How did things get to this point?
This question was easily asked in Peter Parker's mind on a daily basis ever since he first entered high school. They were typical for a teenage nerd like Peter, especially when he lived the life of a typical high school teenager that was tormented by those that felt were superior to all other classmates.
On some days, ever since he was bitten by the spider that gave him his abilities, he even asked the question almost a dozen times before the sun went down.
Of course, the only reason why he asked this question now was because a part of him had yet to fully grasp the idea that the life he was now living was indeed reality. Every answer he came up with, the answer that made the most sense to him at the moment, was sufficient at the time.
The world was changing in ways no one had ever expected. Even the people who were famous for making science fiction didn't even come close to what was becoming the daily norm. So Peter eventually accepted that a new status norm was happening to him and that it would constantly change regardless of what he did or didn't do. Then again, Peter might've rephrased that as 'who he did or didn't do.'
That was what he came to as for the reasoning why he was heading back into the city to meet with someone he had met a couple of nights ago.
'On any other night or time, I seriously doubt I would be doing something like this. Meeting someone I had just met that was in the middle of a robbery from a high rise in the city. True, she was easily a step up compared to the usual punks that he would catch on the rooftops. But why would she want to me with me when she clearly got away with whatever it was that she stole?' Peter, as Spider-Man, thought to himself as he swung into the city.
His mind was going over the logical questions he had about his chosen course of actions. But truthfully, Peter was actually picturing the woman on how he saw her in the full moon and city light. That black skin-tight outfit definitely showed off her curvaceous body and definitely brought attention to her sizable cleavage. Add to the fact that when they had a brief scuffle before she disappeared, the woman was clearly agile when she actually managed to outmaneuver him several times.
There was another thing that Peter remembered about her. After several retrospectively noticeable points in their encounter, and when she said something about how crossing a black cat gives you seven years bad luck, it was possible she might even had some kind of 'bad luck' power. Peter might've dismissed it but knowing that there were people out in the world that defied all known laws of physics, maybe he finally encountered someone that defied the laws of probability.
'Well, the message she had in the paper had her calling herself 'The Cat'. Maybe she is a mutant with some kind of probability powers?'
The logical side of Peter's mind finished that thought before his thought processes switched over to how sexy looking the woman was even if she was a confirmed criminal. Peter might've considered that this was some kind of trap he was heading straight into. He had made more than his fair share of enemies and from what he learned from the Baumgartners, there was definitely a price on his head.
The only thing he was actually considering was if the woman's body was as curvaceous as it seemed to him, that her tits were as full as they appeared to be and the outfit was just for looks alone. Peter even thought about the possibility that her outfit was actually painted on. Sure, there were some outfits that were skintight in every sense of the word but maybe she painted hers on so she could be even more agile.
Peter had to make sure to wipe his mouth since he felt a little drool starting to pool inside his mask.
'Damn. You think being able to screw what could be easily considered a harem would mean I wouldn't get so worked up meeting another woman. Especially one that is obviously one bad girl you can't help but want to...no, no, no. Keep your mind clear, Parker!' Peter thought to himself while he briefly landed on one rooftop before deciding on where to go next and getting his mind out of the gutter.
'Alright, time to recap Peter Parker. In recent months, you have had sex with the following members of the opposite sex. Mary Jane Watson and Liz Allen. Two girls you've known since around childhood and both who are allowing you to have sex with them and the other girls as well. Jessica Drew, a fellow student and spider-powered hero who has an equal grudge against Norman Osborn.'
Peter then realized that he had yet to approach his best friend Harry about his father and what he knew. They still talk in school and whenever they got together as friends but how exactly could Peter tell his best friend, someone who was about as close to being his brother, that he knew for certain his father was doing things so illegal that he would be lucky to get life without parole if not the death penalty which comes with charges for acts of treason.
Those were thoughts that Peter knew he would have to deal with later. Now wasn't the time to think of the fallout to when Harry learned about this side of his father and Peter knew Harry was going to learn this no matter what Peter himself would or won't do.
Peter slapped himself on each side of his face to get his mind back on track. 'Okay. After those three, we then add in the Baumgartners, the mother Lori and the daughter Lana. Not only did I screw both of them but I had an incestuous three-way with and they didn't even seem fazed by this fact. You think that alone would be way more than enough with all things considered, especially the several orgies I've had with the girls but no...I had to go and screw a woman that is not only married but on both S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Ultimates team. My reasoning back then sounded so well thought out, trying to get a double agent inside that place but now that I think about, I was just trying to screw another hot looking example of the opposite sex.'
Looking towards the rooftop where the note left by 'The Cat' from the newspaper add, Peter continued to follow his current train of thought.
'A smart man would wait and let that particular problem with Janet Van Dyne come back and blow up in his face. He would not go to a secret meeting with no real plan other than show up and see what falls apart.'
Peter let out a sigh and voiced his final thoughts before he began web-swinging over to where a person of incredible interest was supposedly waiting for him.
“Well, there's been a lot times where I should have done the smart thing. Especially with the girls. With all the times I've fucked them, I'm definitely risking one or more of them getting pregnant.'
Peter couldn't help but realize how foolishly he was acting with the girls and only now was realizing it.
'Of course it takes something so out of the blue for me to consider something that is oh, so fucking obvious.' Peter mentally yelled at himself before giving himself one slap across the face.
“Alright, I'm here to see what this cat burglar wants. If it’s a trap, then it’s a trap. If it’s anything else...well at this point in time it might as well be a trap.” Peter said to himself before swinging to the rooftop of where the rendezvous was to be at.
Making sure he was out of sight when he got to the rooftop, Peter, as Spider-Man was surprised at what he saw.
Sitting on the edge of the rooftop was the woman still in her very sexy looking body suit but next to her looked like a makeshift picnic of sorts. A bottle of what had to be wine, two glasses and some kind of side dish that Spider-Man couldn't really make out.
“Well...this is something you don't see every day.” Spider-Man said while making his presence known.
“Oh hey! You came.” The woman replied
Spider-Man got a good look at her when she stood up and face him. He didn't really get that much of a look at her last time despite the fact her outfit was almost seared into his brain.
The woman was wearing a black body suit, latex probably if not leather, that Spider-Man could tell was just more than for show. The fact that it was showing off her impressive cleavage was probably something of her choice than actual design. She had long white hair that looked like it reached down to her waist at least. The color of her eyes wasn't easy to determine since she was wearing what Spider-Man figured some kind of covert goggles, possibly custom-made as well. The utility belt that she was wearing along with the design of her shoes for the body suit was enough to give Spider-Man an educated guess that this woman was indeed more than a common garden variety thief he usually ran into on his patrols.
Being that she looked so sexy with what she was wearing, Spider-Man couldn't help but think about what she had said to him.
'If I play my cards just right, I will so definitely cum for you.'
What followed was an interesting conversation to say the least for Spider-Man. There had been plenty of others, including with the girls themselves.
But knowing that the reason this woman, who was calling herself Black Cat, wanted to meet him wasn't something Spider-Man had actually expected. For someone like her to say that she hadn't met that many interesting guys in her life, there had to be something else going on. Even Spider-Man knew that if you dress like that and steal things from tall buildings from people who are loaded with money, what sort of set of interesting people are you looking to meet.
Of course the basic questions were out of the way. Like was Spider-Man married or horribly disfigured underneath his mask. She even asked him if he's into girls. That actually threw Spider-Man off his game for a moment. Then again, there had been many people, celebrities and such, that one would never suspect of them being one way or the other.
In a way, it was weird to find himself on the other end of the spectrum, for one to wonder what his sexual preference was.
'Can't tell the world I'm into girls and how many I've banged in recent months. Can already see the Daily Bugle calling me some kind of pimp to a bad Hugh Hefner knock-off. But I bet Tony Stark would like to hear my exploits as well.' Spider-Man thought to himself at that point in the conversation with the sexy thief.
The conversation continued on innocently enough. Spider-Man felt that it would be rude of him to not accept some wine from the woman since she had gone through all the trouble to getting the stuff on the rooftop via other means. Even though it was a bit cold at this time of the night, Spider-Man could already feel himself becoming hotter the longer he talks to the woman.
It was times like these that Peter was glad that the lens on his mask did make it hard for anyone to see his actual eyes.
Then again, Spider-Man was more than sure this Black Cat was aware that his eyes were permanently locked onto her magnificent breasts.
The conversation between them went along a little bit with some questions here and there for one of them to answer for the other. Spider-Man was already trying to figure how best to get close enough to this woman who was easily having an effect on him and his urges. In fact, only a blind man wouldn't know that this woman wanted this kind of attention. The kind that said “Look but don't touch.” and Spider-Man could tell she used it to her advantage whenever she could.
Unfortunately, before Spider-Man could enact any kind of plan to get this woman to become part of his harem, an interruption occurred that was both expected and unexpected.
Expected in that Spider-Man knew something was not right in meeting a woman at night on a rooftop in the city not too long after their first meeting which resulted in the media claiming he was either the thief or an accomplice to the one who actually stole the item. Overall, something would happen that would not be in his favor in any sense.
Unexpected that the interruption would involve at first glance another stunning beautiful woman who wore practically even less than Black Cat herself was wearing. At second glance it would also reveal that the woman was there with a serious intention to harm either him or Black Cat or both. That was reinforced when Spider-Man caught sight of what his spider-sense was warning him about: throwing stars.
If it wasn't for his reflexes and agility, Spider-Man had no doubt that there would be several of those razor sharp objects in his chest at least. One maybe in his eye socket if he saw the quick light reflection right.
Spider-Man already expected that this person was after him since he felt that was the way his luck worked in these particular situations. It wasn't until she heard the woman yell out to Black Cat to 'return what you stole.'
Before this new woman and Black Cat started to fight one-on-one, Spider-Man took stock of who this woman was.
She had dark hair which was almost as long as Black Cat's. The outfit she was wearing consisted of possible leather pants and boots but it was her top that was the most interesting. It looked like a leather halter top with only one strap that went over her right shoulder. It was possible that she didn't need both straps to keep her voluptuous tits in place. Spider-Man thought it was possible that this woman too didn't need clothing to augment her natural beauty.
'Wow. Two women that don't need to wear any kind of push-up bras in outfits that are already giving me a hard on.' Spider-Man thought to himself as he watches the two of them fighting each other.
There had been plenty of times in his high school aspect of life where this teenage vigilante had seen a catfight break out between two girls. Usually it was between two who were stark contracts of each other. A goth girl to a prep girl or girl that was a tomboy to a girl that was in charge of some highly view clique.
This time was decidedly different for a variety of reasons. One of which was that neither girl fight he had seen before involved very dangerous weapons. Another was the simple fact that though hair pulling was involved, some serious looking martial arts moves were used as well.
Obviously Spider-Man couldn't help himself but watch the fight between the leather wearing women. He took notice of their moves as well as how flexible both women were.
'Damn. I knew some girls could kick that high but why does watching these two make it seem even...better?' Spider-Man thought to himself.
At the moment, Spider-Man was undecided what to do about the fight. He did remember that the reason for what was happening in front of him was because Black Cat had taken something particular from someone. Obviously this person had some connections since the way this unknown was fighting, she wasn't just someone they found at a bar and was told she was some biker chick looking for a payday.
Maybe she was in some kind of biker gang since the black leather outfit she was wearing might be typical of such a gang. Spider-Man had broken up a couple of outlaw biker gangs where he saw some of the women wearing outfits that either said highly sexual or just like to bust balls with their heels.
Spider-Man's musing about who this woman might be was cut short when he heard Black Cat yelling something out directly at her opponent.
“You tell your master! I am not my father!! Tell him after I knock all your teeth out!!”
“You really shouldn't have said that.” was the only response the woman said to Black Cat's words.
It wasn't something heard in a typical fight which was what got Spider-Man's attention. Did it mean Black Cat knew who hired this ninja lady or was she just yelling out words to confuse her opponent? That was a tactic Spider-Man himself used in some of his own battles. To keep his opponent off center and frustrated to where they would make a mistake and he would capitalize on it.
Watching some of the slashes the woman made with her bladed weapons against Black Cat's body, mostly superficial cuts it seemed, Spider-Man decided to make his move and end the fight before one or the other was killed.
That and his own instincts was telling him to save Black Cat for it deemed her worthy. Spider-Man didn't question when that particular thought enter into his mind. The only thought that he did question was what exactly could he do once he had Black Cat out of her outfit.
When the ninja woman kicked Black Cat away, Spider-Man got in between the two of them when he saw that she was going to go in for the kill with her weapons.
“Whoa there, you nestle crunch bar in hot pants! Now, I don't know why you are here but I do care in that you are interrupting a perfectly good date setting between the two of us. So how's about you...”
Spider-Man was already moving by instinct thanks to his spider-sense about an imminent attack. He had just side stepped in time to avoid a direct stab to his abdomen and a follow-up that came damn near his throat.
“Hey there, I'm sensing some intimacy issues here.” Spider-Man said while barely managing to dodge another slash and stab combo to his body.
“That's what you said last time!” The woman replied while scoring a direct hit with a kick to Spider-Man's side which practically sent him flying from the amount of force she had put into it. “Before that, you said you wouldn't mind some light wrestling!”
“Wait, do we know each other because....” that was all Spider-Man got out when his logical aspect of his mind finally overrode his primal aspect and reminded him where he had met this woman before. “You're that woman that tried to kill that Latveria general for crimes of genocide against his neighboring countries.”
Spider-Man dodge several more strikes, just barely since his costume was showing how close his opponent was getting to him. “You're not still mad about that? And by the way, didn't you wear red and a sash when we first met?”
After three more attacks and near-misses, Spider-Man got faked out by the woman when she threw another throwing star at him but used his temporary off-balance to get in a solid elbow strike to his chest. The wind was knocked out of him just long enough for him to get hit again with a backwards spin kick to his stomach which kept Spider-Man from regaining his breath a little longer.
“When I took this job, I had hoped that I might run into you and settle the score. But work comes first.”
Spider-Man didn't get a chance to reply to what this woman was saying to him before she struck him one more time which caused him to be knocked over the edge of the roof.
It was only because of his reflex action in firing off his weblines did Spider-Man managed to keep himself from falling all the way down to the street below. Sure his landing left something to be desired but the simple fact that he could walk away alive wasn't anything to sneeze at either. Though he did fall almost all the way down, Spider-Man managed to land at the building's entrance awning and used this moment to catch his breath after it was so effectively knocked out of his lungs.
“Huh...huh....huh....that...was about as close...to being street pizza....than I wanted it to be....huh....” Spider-Man said out loud to himself but the words barely registered at whisper level so no one below him heard his words.
Even though he hadn't caught wind back into his lungs, Spider-Man knew that he had to get back up to the rooftop as soon as he could. He noticed that where he was didn't allow anything that could help him web-swing back up. He knew it would take some time to scale the building itself even with his abilities but he didn't have much of a choice in the matter.
As he climbed the building, Spider-Man raced though his mind about everything he could remember about the woman that had kicked his ass with little effort it seemed.
'Okay...I met that woman before...when she was trying to kill that man at the international airport. Didn't know what I was doing then other than stopping a possible assassination....which I later learned wasn't some good Samaritan that was the target. Still can't believe I stopped someone from eliminating a piece of scum of the Earth like him. Definitely jumped the gun on that one.'
Spider-Man tried to scale the building as fast as he could but each level had something of a ledge that divide each floor. That meant he could just simply jump straight up. Spider-Man had to climb over each ledge just to get onto the next level of the building.
As he continued upwards as fast as he could, Spider-Man still wracked his brain on the whole situation.
'That woman...according to what I saw on the internet, her name is Elektra Natchios. An assassin for hire it said but more like a mercenary but I doubt that makes a difference now. One thing I do know for certain....is that I am in the presense of two totally hot women in leather with tits that I just can't help but want to motorboat on.'
Spider-Man mentally slapped himself when that last thought had entered into his mind.
'Okay...what is exactly wrong with me here? I agree to come out here in the middle of the night to make all nice-nice with a cat burglar...I mean I got a girlfriend! Several in fact including a hot mom and daughter and yet...here I am as if I could add another girl and there wouldn't be any repercussions to these actions. Of course there are repercussions and one of them is getting my ass kicked by a girl who is not only just as hot as Black Cat but someone I've tangled with before and who nearly killed me when we first met. I still have a slight scar on my hand from when I was keeping her from using her sharp and very pointy object from poking out one of me eyes. And now I'm just ranting because I don't want to acknowledge the fact that I'm heading back into a situation that in all likelihood I will get my ass kicked again. I have to be some incredible lame-o kind of guy that can forget that because of meeting two women who look crazy hot in their outfits. The same kind of lame-o that will somehow get those two hot chicks to stop fighting and actually team up against me when I get back on the roof.'
Spider-Man knew he was just letting his thoughts flow out of his mind with no real direction for them to take. What he was trying to do was keep his mind on the seriousness of the situation. But try as he could, Spider-Man's mind only went to possibilities with the two women. Especially when the thought of them teaming up against him twisted into some kind of three-way on the rooftop. Using his web lines in much the same way of some bondage ideas he had heard Lori and Lana propose.
'Great, now I'm getting all hot again when it is the last thing I should be doing. I am literally walking right back into a fight and all I'm really doing is imagining what the two women look like naked. Oh....I can already feel that I'm coming down with a case of the blue balls.'
Spider-Man's body was indeed in some kind of pain. Even though Elektra's hits did hurt, they started to fade away for another pain was starting make it's presence known.
All throughout the day, Spider-Man had yet to indulge in his desire to be with one of the girls though he had made plans on talking with Mary Jane earlier. Talking in this instance be something that does utilizes their mouths but very few words are ever spoken. But since the opportunity never came and Peter had for once gone for what felt like the longest of time he had without having sex, his craving was beginning to build.
It didn't help matters that he was still living with a very desirable blonde at home and that his anticipation for having a sexual encounter with Black Cat caused his libido to go up a couple of levels. But having yet to be denied release, Peter was completely unaccustomed to what the effects might be for him. In time, Peter would learn more interesting facts about himself that was the result of him being bitten by that particular spider months ago.
On the medical front, Peter's body had been adapting to all the extra activities he had been sharing with the girls. This allowed him to have more stamina but it also allowed him to have more abundance of certain fluids that are produced naturally within his system. Peter had learned in his biology class that if the human body doesn't expend or expel certain fluids in it's system then the buildup would easily be detrimental if not dangerous over prolonged periods of time.
The prime example of that is lactic acid build-up in arms and legs. While it is a natural build-up to help with the task set before the limbs, either running or lifting objects, too much of it or it being in the system for too long will start to damage the muscles in where it is building up.
Peter's biology was relatively human but it had changed and was still changing. Peter had actually yet to learn the limits of his augmentation from that spider's bite. Now he was beginning to learn one of them. With his desire to mate coupled with the surge of adrenaline that came from both the brief fight and the near-death experience, his body was now loaded with what could be considered desire that it had to be released faster than the gradual burn-off it was doing now.
Unfortunately, Peter wasn't aware of any of these important facts about himself. He was only wondering what his next move should be after he had reached the rooftop again and found that neither Black Cat nor Elektra still there. There was no sign of bodies or any significant blood splatters that he could see. Either they continued to fight elsewhere or when Black Cat took off when Elektra took him down.
Spider-Man was doing his best to ignore the pain, not really caring where it was coming from within him, and thought about his next move.
'Nothing left here to tell me where either one went. Plus what am I supposed to do once I found either of them? Ask them nicely to either not kill me return what they stole? Man, was I way over my head here.'
Spider-Man knew he had to do something but there was nothing that he could do in regards to the two women.
'Maybe there was a time limit on their outfits? That kind of leather either melts or falls apart?' Spider-Man thought to himself which in turned the thoughts became easily erotic. He slapped himself a couple of time to reset his thoughts but it had little effect. 'There's nothing to be done and I gotta get back home before Aunt May notices I'm gone.'
Spider-Man quickly plotted his path that would take him directly back home and took off after double checking his web-shooter fluid levels. He had been meaning to upgrade his tech to accommodate a better storage for his web fluid but he'd been putting off when he knew he shouldn't.
As he made his way back towards home, the pain that Spider-Man had been feeling from the brief fight hadn't gone away. In fact, it was getting worse which Spider-Man didn't understand. This pain didn't feel like the typical kind that came with being in a fight. It felt more and more like there was a pressure inside him building up beyond what he could handle.
'Guess I shouldn't have had those tacos at school. Wouldn't be the first time ate some mystery meat and I regretted it later on. Please let it be gas and not the other kind like before.' Spider-Man said while he landed after only traveling at best 12 blocks away.
The pain was radiating from his abdomen but it started to spread practically everywhere else in just seconds.
'Oh please let this just be a fart that got stuck sideways.' Spider-Man said while putting a hand to his stomach in some attempt to ease the pain which was failing miserably. 'I hadn't felt like this since my powers first manifested. It's like my body is....changing...again.'
Spider-Man made his way over to the edge of the building and sat on it trying to get a handle of this unknown pain. It wasn't crippling but it wasn't something he could ignore either. While the teenage vigilante tried to figure out what could be the possible answer for his situation, he noticed something standing next to a street lamp at a street corner.
Being a typical New Yorker before becoming a super powered vigilante, Spider-Man could spot a street professional almost as easily as a typical city patrol officer. He couldn't make out the details of this woman but it would be safe to say that she was wearing some rather trampy clothing to get the attention of anyone passing by.
Before any more attention could be paid to this woman, a very sudden and sharp jolt of pain shot throughout Spider-Man's body. It didn't take much to realize on his part that the pain happened just as he notices the woman all by herself.
While a kind of battle began for Spider-Man on the rooftop with the pain being his opponent and his victory seemed nowhere in sight, the person he had observed was dealing with her own situation as well.
A woman with dark brown hair and brown eyes and in her late 20's wearing a black leather jacket, skirt, and fishnet stockings was doing something she knew she had to do but hated it at the same time. Her name was Mary Walker and at the moment she was so unsure of herself that the only thought she had was to find some way to get rid of this feeling. This feeling that felt like it was actually crushing her soul and she wanted to get away from it by any means possible.
That was when she remembered a little poem she had made in her days in high school. A poem that came from an assignment in her English class.
“When I was little, I had a pair of red rubber boots. My boots took me to most places. One day they got lost. I thought they were hiding under my bed or hiding in my closet. But they're gone. I miss them. All of them. One of us is tender and one of us is not. One of us take vengeance and one of us means a lot. All four of us are tied together in a knot.”
Mary had first wanted to be a writer when she was asked by her teachers what she wanted to become after graduation. But her childhood had left some scarring on her, emotional scars for the most part, which didn't really help her in achieve that dream.
She had gone into major acts of depression because of those incidents that led her to down the path to becoming a prostitute. While in high school, Mary attended a frat part where she was introduced to some of the street drugs she would later enjoy. She enjoyed what they gave her so much that she even enjoyed when a group of guys basically ganged raped her. It was for almost three days straight they had her in their house and each taking a turn with her. Mary managed to leave when someone forgot to give her another dose of whatever party drug they had been giving her.
It wasn't long after that did Mary found that the only way to survive after her parents had thrown her out was to become what they had called her when they threw her out: a whore.
She had nowhere to go, no one that would take her in and give her a fair chance. It was like she was damaged goods and what she had left was being with the dregs of society. She tried working solo out of a nightly rate motel outside of the city but she learned quickly on that she would chicken out every time a possible client approached her. Eventually a pimp took her in and taught her the finer points of the trade she was entering into.
He also showed her that before she started a night that she would need something to calm her nerves long enough to do the job. If it wasn't for that little happy pill she took each time, Mary knew that most of the Johns and Janes that approached her for a night she would've turned them away. Some of them wanted the most disturbing of things either done to or with them.
Hell, there was even this one woman that Mary had been with who wanted her to shove as much of her fist into her pussy as she possibly could. Mary had never done anything like that before. Even when she had started to masturbate, Mary never really used more than a couple of fingers. The only positive thing that came from that was the funny thought Mary had about what it might mean in stuffing a turkey for Thanksgiving.
Right now, at her usual spot in order to work for the pimp that gave her a home, Mary was missing the feeling she always got when she took her happy blue pill. A part of her was grateful that no one had approached her yet but she was also aware that if she didn't get a client soon, she would have to call her pimp and he would arrange it so that she would be put on display at some nightclub in the city and sold off like a piece of meat to whoever had the biggest appetite and wallet to go with it.
It had been done before, several times in fact. But each time Mary regretted it even though it actually paid more than just working the corner. Say what you will about the Johns and Janes you meet on the street. Mary knew that those who went to the nightclubs looking for a piece of ass had the craziest of sexual desires she had ever known. Some of which not even the major porn dealers of internet and video would touch with a ten-foot dildo.
Mary looked at her clock display on her cellphone to see how much time she had left before she would have to make the call to her pimp. At best it was another half hour before she would enter into what she felt were dungeons than nightclubs. Mary knew at least before she did go through with one of her pimp's prearranged play dates she would have to hit him up for at least one more happy pill.
“Say, how much for a night on the town?” a voice from behind her said.
'Well, maybe I won't have to call him if I can get some decent coins on this one.' Mary thought to herself knowing what she was being asked.
“Depends on what kind of night out you're looking for. I could give you the tourist special or the grand tour?” Mary replied when she turned around to face the man that was propositioning her.
To her surprise, there was no one there. Mary thought that maybe she might've imagined it. It could be the result of what she was feeling and the fact she wasn't riding her high anymore that made her imagine it. But Mary was sure someone was there because she could feel someone was nearby.
“What if I want something more than the grand tour?” the voice said again from behind Mary which made the woman turn around quickly only to find that no one was there again.
'What the fuck is going on?' Mary thought to herself while looking all around to see if someone was near her at least.
Mary felt her heart begin to speed up as she felt the wind shifted around her which easily told her someone was there but out of sight. Then she felt it from behind, a hand slowly caressing her skin from the back of her thigh up to her ass. Mary tried not to shiver at the warm touch. Especially considering she still did not see who it was she was talking to or was even there.
“Who are you? What the fuck do you want?” Mary's patience had never been all that well. Even more so when she knew she was being screwed with.
“Interesting questions. So here's my answer.” the voice said again but this time Mary managed to see the person behind the voice.
Seeing who it was startled her. Not because of the mask he was wearing but because he was upside down when she was facing him.
“I want to fuck you.” Spider-Man said before taking hold of Mary and practically springing her off the ground and out of sight within the blink of an eye.
It was a blur Mary from between the moment she was picked up by Spider-Man to when she was practically dumped onto the ground in an alleyway near some warehouses that wasn't too far away from where she originally was. The place was owned by Wilson Steel Company and was a major port for the company in both shipping and receiving goods.
The only reason why Mary knew this place so well was there had been several times she visited a bored worker or two here. Especially when work was slow for her and her pimp wasn't able to arrange a meet at any of the nightclubs he would have her frequent.
The place had little more than a couple of dozen people working during the night and considering how big the place was, the odds of someone seeing anyone down an alley between the warehouses was remote for everyone was on the move. That was how she and some of her marks would find the time and place for a quick bang.
Maybe Spider-Man knew this or just simply figured it was as out of sight as any other alley. Either way, Mary was more worried about the fact she was brought here in the manner that was used. It only reinforced the idea that Spider-Man was going to have his way with her despite what he had said earlier.
Spider-Man had landed in front of Mary after he had let go of her but in a crouched position. With both his eyes covered by the lenses of his mask and the rather poor lighting of the alleyway itself, Mary was unaware of how much of a predatory gaze that was being directed at her.
Before Spider-Man had approached Mary, he had gone into an internal war with himself. The pain he had been feeling earlier grew strong enough to where it actually gained a voice.
It was a voice Spider-Man had heard before. When he was with Liz for their first time and how it told him to bite her. Practically every time he was with the girls including just a handful of moments ago in with both Black Cat and Elektra.
This voice was now commanding Spider-Man to take the female he saw in front of him as soon as possible. If he did not, then the pain he was feeling would be the end of him. Spider-Man didn't know why or how but somehow he knew this voice was telling the truth.
But as much as he wanted the pain to end, Spider-Man was not going to give in and essentially rape a girl just to ease his own pain. He may have failed in some parts of his life but he wasn't about to fail here. To him, this felt like the final test of being who he was and his relationship with the other girls. They may have forgave him for taking Janet Van Dyne from the Ultimates but they were also keeping a close eye on him since he had Gwen living with him and his aunt. They knew Gwen was the kind of girl that many at school, both guys and the girls, probably masturbated to which meant they knew fully well that Peter was capable of taking the chance if it presented itself.
If he hadn't given in to his urges when it came to Gwen, Peter would certainly not do so now. Not now or ever.
But pain become more and more with each passing second. This was made evident when Spider-Man's hands on the stone bricks easily crushed them past the point of being turned into pebbles. It even went past the point where his fingernails easily broke both past the material of his gloves and his very skin itself.
With absolutely everything he had, Spider-Man fought back against the pain so as to not succumb to what was require to ease it.
It became a losing battle when the voice was now screaming at him to accept what he is and become every bit of the spider he claimed he was.
The internal fight ended when the final words were spoken, were yelled out in his mind.
“Become the hunter! BECOME THE SPIDER!!”
Spider-Man looked back at the woman standing in the corner still and decided, under a different mindset now, to do what he was told to do.
Here he was now facing the woman who clearly had a look of fear in her eyes. It was also clear she was about ready to take off running at any given moment. Somehow, that actually aroused Spider-Man even more.
Mary wasn't sure what Spider-Man was going to do. She had heard from the news that he was considered a menace to society and such. She had heard that it was still believed that he was responsible for the death of a police captain not too long ago. But of all the things she had heard, never once did she hear anything of him being into something like this. Mary should have reminded herself of the kinds of people that she would regularly meet and that Spider-Man was probably no different when he wasn't making headline news.
Whatever the situation was or was going to be, Mary wasn't about to stand around to find out.
Unfortunately, Mary only got about six steps away while trying to run in high heel boots before Spider-Man hit her with two weblines and brought her right back to where she had just started. The weblines had hit her arms but Spider-Man fired another set and made it so that Mary's arms were hanging from a metal rafter above the alleyway. This clearly hinted at a bondage setting and the funny thing was for Mary, this was actually the first time she had ever been in such a setting.
Mary tried to break free but the weblines had a strong hold on her arms. The woman didn't even get a chance to yell out for help when Spider-Man was right in front of her. She could feel both his predatory gaze on her and lustful desire just from the sounds of his breathing alone. Mary could feel her own breathing increasing in to heavy pants since now she knew without a doubt what was going to happen.
The prostitute watched as Spider-Man reached up to her breasts and began fondling them with both hands. Because of the thing material of the shirt she was wearing, Mary could feel the costume on her flesh. She felt Spider-Man slowly caressing her entire body. He actually took time with her legs and her arms, and then over her stomach when he lifted up her shirt. Despite herself, Mary heard herself make a small moan and then felt him as he slowly massaged her firm breasts.
“Oh, so you have sensitive body.” Spider-Man said
“What...what are you going to....to do?” Mary asked while trying to keep herself calm and collected which was proving impossible while Spider-Man continued to fondle her tits.
Mary decided that if she was going to be raped, she could at least try to go to a kind of happy place in her mind in order to get away from the reality of what was about to happen, it wouldn’t be the first time she went into a happy place.
Spider-Man hadn’t been sure about this but he had to admit that there was a thrill to it all. It was like the excitement of the first time being with a girl even if there was some kind of guilt to it all in the aftermath. He had a feeling that this woman was used to acts like this but somehow was finding it as exciting as well.
He continued to gently run his hands over that young body that he was eagerly wanting to know in depth. He traced the curves of her body all the way down to her legs. Spider-Man gripped the hem of the woman's leather skirt and slowly started to pull it down to her legs. He did it slowly, teasingly hearing the woman breath slightly faster.
Seeing that she was wearing black panties that were barely more than what an eye patch in his opinion, Spider-Man reached up to see if she was wearing a matching bra. Indeed she was and the patches of leather material barely covered her areolas and nipples. They were definitely dark which was probably why she wore dark colored underwear in the first place.
Though he knew this woman was a street professional, Spider-Man was impressed with the woman's physique. She obviously kept in shape but whether it was for her job on the corner or something else, it didn't really matter. For Spider-Man, it just meant he had something that was worth taking.
Then he decided that more than enough time had passed for foreplay. His prey was now trapped and it was time to reap the reward of the capture. Spider-Man moved his mask up enough to expose his mouth as he started to lick and suck on the woman's nipples.
Mary tried to control her breathing, to keep her mind away from reality at the moment but it was hard. She felt him playing with her breasts and his hands roaming over her young body. She felt like she was beginning to burn up with desire which she felt couldn't be possible since someone was taking her against her will.
Even though it had happened before at the frat house party, that was when she had the drug to get her mind away from it all during everything that was done to her. Now she was as lucid as could be with someone having their way with her.
Again, she moaned when she felt Spider-Man play with her nipples with his lips, his teeth and his tongue. She tried her best to keep herself quite but was failing. Especially when she felt his fingers gently probe her pussy. It was clear to Mary that he was being very slow and methodical and that was somehow driving her body nuts with desire.
After a few more minutes of this teasing of both her tits and pussy, Spider-Man broke contact with the woman's body just long enough for him to bring his face to hers. Mary started to move again, to try and see if she could free herself. She looked at Spider-Man and was about to let out a loud scream before he clamped his mouth over hers.
Mary never had any of the sexually transmitted diseases before. She was glad it never happened to her but wondered what exactly she was feeling in her mouth. She may given oral jobs before, never mind that she can't remember the last time someone actually kissed her. So she didn't understand what she was feeling at the moment with Spider-Man sticking his tongue into her mouth.
Something was entering into her, that much Mary knew. What it was she didn't know and it somehow was scaring and exciting her at the same time.
While Spider-Man kissed the woman, he continued to play with her pussy as well. He could feel the woman reacting by the way she was grinding her legs together. She was trying to keep Spider-Man's hand from moving into her anymore.
Spider-Man broke the kiss and looked right into the woman's face.
“Quiet.” He commanded her and he continued to play with her pussy but a bit more rougher now. “My, my, my...aren’t you the horny one? I can feel you already getting wet and I haven't even had my fun yet. Guess that means you’re wanting a nice little fuck too. Maybe that's why you're in this profession.”
Mary tried to shake her head like she was saying no, although she felt the desire within her of wanting him to take her. Her heart was racing as she felt him against her exposed bare skin. Mary tried to speak again while trying to hold back her moans as he played with her body.
“What was that?” Spider-Man asked.
It took a bit to get her breathing under control long enough to speak. “Oh God...please don’t do this. Please don’t...don't rape me. I-I’ll do anything but please don’t do it.”
“Anything?” He asked her with a smirk appearing on his mouth.
“Yes, anything. Please I-I don’t want to be raped.” Mary pleaded with him despite the fact that she could feel her body starting to want him. She honestly didn’t want to be raped but a part of her found it kind of thrilling.
“Well....too bad. I’m going to rape you, your pussy, your ass and guess what?” Spider-Man got right up to the woman's left ear before she spoke again. “You’re going to love it.”
Spider-Man grinned as his hand went to her panties and with his strength literally tore them off her. Mary jumped at the unexpected move as well as when he reached up and ripped her bra off as well. Mary could only react when she felt Spider-Man place his mouth on the left side of her neck and bite down. She felt something pierce her skin and something beginning to enter into her.
She definitely let out a yell when this happened but it didn't last long enough for anyone to hear it. At best it was a yelp of pain from having Spider-Man's fang sink into her. Like with the kiss, Mary was well aware something was entering into her but what she didn't know. The sensation was flooding her sense but she still had enough control over them to realize something else was happening.
Mary felt herself get raised up by her hips and then felt Spider-Man's cock brush up against her pussy.
“Oh please...please don’t do this.” Mary whimpered while still feeling something else from where Spider-Man's mouth was entering into her.
Spider-Man broke contact just long enough to reply. “I think I’ll do whatever I want to you.” He said and pushed himself in, he grunted feeling her nice and tight walls. “God, I didn't think you were a tight one.”
“Oh God! Please don’t do this to me!” Mary arched her back somewhat in response to feeling him move inside of her. “You’re too big! It hurts!”
Spider-Man was definitely larger than what Mary was usually exposed to. Her vagina was wet and ready to receive a cock because of Spider-Man's hand acts. “Ugggghhhhh! Oh my God! Ohhhhh! Please stop! Stop it! You’re destroying me!.” She moaned out very loudly.
What she was feeling was as if Spider-Man was the one who was taking her virginity. Mary knew she lost it back at that frat house party but she was dimly aware of the event. From that point to now, the most Mary had put into her pussy was what consider average. And Spider-Man was clearly anything but average.
Spider-Man found that he was actually getting kind of turned on a bit more by this. Since he was several inches taller than the woman, it was easy to lift the woman up high enough and drop her right on his cock without her feet touching the ground. In fact, he didn't even miss a beat when he pulled down his lower half of his costume to free the one-eyed beast that was so eagerly waiting to claim the maiden before them.
When he began, he pushed himself into her in one whole thrust feeling himself fill her up to the hilt easily.
Mary gave a cry that he guessed was one of pain but there were bits of pleasure he heard through. To him, that said otherwise and only encouraged him more. Spider-Man started to savagely thrusts in and out of her, making the prostitute moan and cry out.
She shook her head side to side while moaning out both pain and now pleasure. Mary continued to beg him to stop as she tried as best as she could to pull her arms free. Her struggling, however, only made it slightly more erotic. Spider-Man was reluctant to admit it but he was kind of worried being turned on by all of this.
But the voice inside of him encourage him on. Telling him that it is the hunter's right to take the prey once it is captured.
Without realizing it, Mary started to unconsciously grip his dick with her pussy. This made Spider-Man all the more aware of what effects his actions had on this women.
“Oh, you’re loving this aren’t you?”
“No! No I’m not!” Mary yelled back but her words easily betrayed how her body was feeling.
“Then why are you so fucking wet? Why is your pussy gripping me like a vice? Admit it. You love this! You love being fucked like this. If you didn't then you wouldn't be doing this for a living.” Spider-Man increased his pace a bit, making the woman moan out loud now. “See? Your moaning like a whore now. You're just a slut that wants a nice big dick in her, aren’t you?”
Mary was starting to grunt now. Spider-Man was easily making her slam down almost as hard as possible onto his rod. Even with the random machinery noises that came from the warehouses, it was almost easy to hear the loud slapping of skin against skin.
With her arms still tied up by the web-lines, Mary reluctantly gave into the pleasure that Spider-Man was giving to her.
“Ugh, oh...oh...y-yes.”
“What was that?” Spider-Man was positive what he heard but wanted to play a game with this woman. He figured since he had already gone this far, might as well enjoy it to the absolute limit.
“Yes! Oh fuck! I can’t take it anymore!” Mary felt like a part of her was going to cry in shame but the other parts of her was feeling fantastic. She was so close to cumming now and that was something that she had to force herself to do virtually every single time. For her to achieve a real orgasm in a setting like this, Mary knew there had to be something wrong with her. “Fuck me!”
Mary grabbed the web-lines that held her arms to give her enough leverage so she could start thrusting back against Spider-Man. Or rather help steady her as he continued drop her up and down on his cock. Both knew that this wasn’t any kind of love making at this point now. It was a tryst or a one-night stand in the common sense. This was more carnal, more primal and Mary felt the power of it all right down into her veins.
“Get ready, whore. I’m going to cum right into that hot pussy of yours.” Spider-Man said while making sure his grip on her waist was secure so he could really put as much thrust as much as he could into hammered pussy of this woman. If anything, Spider-Man was learning some new tricks with this woman he figured he would try on the other girls later on.
Mary cried out, feeling like she was going to be ripping her apart on the inside. But she was enjoying it far too much to care. She didn't even hear that this man raping her was about to cum right into her.
A couple of more thrust before Spider-Man let loose everything that had built up in his hot cock. The very second the semen touched her inner walls, Mary's eyes shot right open and she yelled out straight to the night heavens.
“Oh please don’t cum inside of me! I-I don’t want to get pregnant! Cum on my face, my tits, anywhere else but not inside of me!”
“Too late.” Spider-Man replied as a matter-of-factly while grunting with each hot shot of cum he fired into the woman.
It was just a moment after the white liquid touched her womb did Mary realize she what she was feeling. 'Oh God I think...I think I’m...I'm cumming!'
Mary's version blurred when her body achieved it's release. Never before, even when she had done drugs before meeting a client, has she felt the way she did. It was like a new euphoric high that didn't seem possible and yet she was feeling right down to her very bones.
While Mary was breathing hard like she had just run a mile, Spider-Man was a bit winded at best. He had managed to ease the pain that had built up inside of him but he could tell it wasn't enough. Spider-Man wasn’t done yet, that much he knew and felt he could go another two more rounds with the woman.
'Oh, what the Hell? Might as well go all out since I doubt I'll get another chance to have such primal sex with any of the girls any time soon.' Spider-Man thought to himself when he decided on his next course of action.
It was actually a bit difficult but Spider-Man managed to pull his cock out of the woman's cunt. No sooner did his rod leave the hole that it already began leaking from her juices and the large amount of his spunk he had put into her. Spider-Man did take note of this since he had a possible idea that the amount he ejaculated had increased in volume for some reason lately. Just another change he had been observing.
Spider-Man easily freed the woman from the weblines that held her arms up. As strong as he made them to be, he knew how to break them when he wanted to. One thing he was surprised was why the woman didn't simply get out of her leather jacket since that was what the weblines were really holding on to. All she had to do was raise her arms straight up and she would get out of her jacket as easy as she would put it on.
Spider-Man took the woman to the nearest wall and placed her against it face first. He could easily tell that the strenght in her legs had yet to return for her knees looked about ready to buckle at a moment's notice. Spider-Man had another smirk form on his face when he thought about what else he was going to take from this woman. He then took her rather firm ass and pulled her checks apart as he got ready for the next part.
Mary was still a little dazed from her last orgasm. She had no idea a that someone, especially someone like Spider-Man could give her such a thrill. It easily sickened her that she enjoyed it but it was worse on the fact that she actually wanted more. Mary didn't care about the how and the why parts on what started this all. Mary simply could not understand it. She knew she moaned when he pulled out of her and was hoping for a breather. It was then she felt what he was doing to her ass and she got scared.
“W-Wait you’re not doing what I think you’re doing are you!?” She yelled out.
“I think so.” Peter smirked.
Mary started to move but he held her against the wall easily enough. Her body was still weak from her orgasms and his obvious super strength wasn’t helping her out. “I’ve never done it there! Please don’t do this! Fuck my pussy again. Hell, I suck you off if you want. I've never done anal before!”
“First time for everything.” Spider-Man grinned as he shoved his cock into her asshole slowly.
“AWWWWWW! GOD IT HURTS! STOP IT! PLEASE!” Mary then screamed as he pushed his cock deeper into her.
True to her word, Mary had never done any anal before now. She had even told her pimp that since she felt there were some lines she wouldn't cross just yet. This was one she had actually hoped she would never cross or at least be this aware when it happened.
It felt like her insides were being pushed into her throat. Spider-Man got about halfway in before stopping. He actually didn’t want to hurt her permanently so he waited for her body to adjust. He felt the woman's body shake and a small sob escape from her mouth. Spider-Man figured the woman was trying not to cry from the pain. He had given her pleasure but it was time in his opinion to take some pleasure from her this time.
“Relax. By the end you’ll feel good and if you want, I’ll give you a few more orgasms after I break in your firm ass” Spider-Man whispered into the woman's ear. “Now, I’m going to push it in more. Don’t tense up or it will only hurt more.”
Spider-Man already figured that by the time he was all the way into the woman's ass, he would blow his second load into her without having to work up a pace. Plus she was an anal virgin and that easily meant she had on hell of a tight ass. Knowing that, Spider-Man couldn't help himself as he just felt the need to hammer into it. It was like his base instincts were taking over as he slammed himself all the way into her.
Mary had both her eyes shut tightly and her teeth as clenched as hard as he could in response to the violation of her anal rosebud. She wanted to scream in pain but only managed loud groaning instead with each inch that went into her. Mary tried to struggle to get free but Spider-Man was easily too strong for her.
As he expected, once Spider-Man was all the way in it was more than enough to get his cock to ejaculate right into the woman's asshole. Mary never felt anything so hot enter into her before. The cock that was being pushed into her was the hottest thing she had ever felt inside of her. That quickly changed after Spider-Man emptied his big gun into her and it almost felt like someone took a red-hot poker with a white-hot piece of burning ember stuck on the end and left it inside of her after putting the rod all the way into her.
As good as that felt, having release another load into the woman, Spider-Man felt he had one more round in him and he wanted more of this tight ass he was in.
Mary did her best to come to some kind of understanding that right after she had felt Spider-Man cum into her ass, her body responded by having another orgasm ripple right through her. Like she was actually a closet anal virgin and her body was acknowledging this before her mind did. Again, she became both excited and disgusted that she enjoyed this level of violation.
“Damn. This feels so good I gotta go one more round.” Spider-Man said while figuring out how best to end this final round.
Mary felt Spider-Man pull out as he slammed back into her making her grunt out in pain. Again and again as he started to thrust into her repeatedly. Mary tried to move away but Spider-Man made sure his grip on her hips was solid and also forced her body to go with him.
On a desperate move, Mary tried to swing a punch but Spider-Man easily grabbed it and forced it behind her back as he continued to rape her ass. Mary couldn’t believe how much it hurt and how much she was enjoying it. She knew for a fact she wasn't a masochist in any way and that she was being raped in top of it all. The only thing she could do at the moment was grunt in pain with each thrust into her as she went nearly limp in his hold.
Spider-Man couldn’t believe how good this felt. He no longer cared that the only reason he was doing this was to silence both the voice and the pain. He only cared about his own pleasure and hoped that maybe he could do similar acts with the other girls in the near future.
As he continued, Spider-Man felt the grip pf the woman's ass actually get tighter. It was still thrilling that he was breaking an ass in for the first time for a woman of this age. It truly felt great for some reason that he didn't quite understand at the moment nor was he going to waste time to.
Of course there was a small part of his mind that informed him that before everything after that spider that bit him that he would never do anything like this. It was just another small change that had slowly been adding to his personality. The same with the fact he was actually comfortable being in a multiple relationship with all those concerned was aware of it as well.
Wanting to end on a high note, Spider-Man let go of the woman's waist and grabbed her legs from behind. With his strength, Spider-Man easily lifted the woman off the ground again and had her legs spread wide open so as to allow an even better feeling while his cock was still being pumped into the prostitute's ass. This act made Mary cry out in shock and pain. She tried to grab anything with her freed arms to help ease the pain in her ass but all she managed to do was reach back and hold onto Spider-Man's head while he continued to pump his rod into her back door.
Spider-Man began picking up speed as he was about to blow his final load into her.
Mary felt him speed up and although it hurt more, she was thankful that it was finally going to be over with. The thrusts became faster and faster before he did several deep thrusts into her ass. On a rather instinctive move, Spider-Man latched onto the right side of the woman's neck and sunk his fangs right into her.
At about the same time he finally came in her ass, Spider-Man's venom entered into her bloodstream. The combined effects of both substance entering into her surprised Mary so much that she could only gasp at the completely unique sensation when it seemed she wanted to yell out as loud as she could. This was reinforced when Spider-Man noticed what looked like an explosion of the woman's lust juice coming right out of her vagina.
“Wow! I have never seen someone come that hard.” Spider-Man said to himself after he had released his fangs from the woman's neck.
If Mary could see her face at this moment, she would see it be a mix of pain, confusion and pleasure. Her mind couldn't make sense of what her body was telling her. She was feeling nothing but pain while her ass was being fucked.
So how in the world, how the fuck did she just the best orgasm she ever had!?
Mary panted as she felt the pain in her ass slowly going away. It was like it was just melting away from her body as a pleasurable sensation was slowly takings its place. A kind of pleasure she had never knew even with all the recreational drugs and mixture of them she had experimented with.
Though Spider-Man did let her down, Mary felt her body do something that was completely against her current desires. She turned around and with what strength she had left managed to jump up and wrap her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. She could easily feel Spider-Man's cock against her drenched pussy and it wasn't as limp as one would expect it to be. Mary was screaming at herself to stop when she notice she was moving her hips in order to stroke the cock back into being at full salute.
Spider-Man no longer felt the pain that made him go through with the desire to rape this woman in order to ease it. But he wasn't sure if he should continue even with the woman he has basically rape hinting at going at it again.
“Please. Fuck me. Fuck me senseless. I do care if it's my ass or my pussy. Just...please fuck me.” the woman said while looking Spider-Man right in his eyes
The words were spoken but Mary could've sworn she herself had not said them. It didn't even sound like her in the least.
Spider-Man didn't need any more encouragement after that. He believes that if she wanted more then he might as well keep going until one of them finally passed out. Probably the prostitute after one more time, maybe two.
Mary tried everything she could do to stop herself but nothing worked. She literally could feel herself not caring anymore about what was going on. Mary felt herself in letting Spider-Man fuck her over and over again. She felt herself not even care on whatever way he wanted to fuck as long as he did. She could even feel her body enjoying the thrusts into her aching pussy and hurting ass. Even when she felt something pierce her neck again where Spider-Man had put his mouth.
Mary lost all sense of time when again she was given one of the best orgasms she had ever experienced. She was dimly aware of the fact that Spider-Man left her lying up against a wall in the alleyway. Even more so when someone found her and was asking if she was dead.
It was morning time when someone who worked on the morning shift crew noticed her. The state that she was left in easily suggests she had either died just recently or was left for dead in the alleyway. Eventually an ambulance was called for her and she was taken to the nearest hospital for examination.
The entire time, Mary wasn't aware of the world around her or even the people who were policemen that came to ask her why she was found naked inside private property. The only words that came from her mouth as she lay in her hospital bed sounded like a recording to anyone who heard it.
“When I was little, I had a pair of red rubber boots. My boots took me to most places. One day they got lost. I thought they were hiding under my bed or hiding in my closet. But they're gone. I miss them. All of them. One of us is tender and one of us is not. One of us take vengeance and one of us means a lot. All four of us are tied together in a knot.” Mary said to herself while barely hanging onto consciousness.
When it looked like she finally succumb to passing from having no strength left to stay away, her eyes snapped open one more time but with a different look in them. As different as how the sounding of her next words that came out.
“You've got that right, Mary.”

Next Chapter: Assembling the Teams Part Three
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I apologize for the late update for this story. Had to do some rewrite of the last chapter in order to get myself out of a corner I wrote myself into.
Now I know some of you were expecting Black Cat to be added to the harem as soon as she appeared in this chapter. Don't worry, she's in the plans but not at the moment. I decided to do this dark aspect of Peter's spider side to lay out some events that will happen later on. In a way, its like saying there's a reason why venom does not sound something joyful and everyone just jumps at the chance to get a dose of it.
Now remember, this story is set in the Ultimate Marvel Comics universe, not the current cartoon series. That I'm working on as well after watching a couple of episode and seeing something that could easily work out differently.
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