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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
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Disclaimer: Don’t own anything of Ultimate Marvel Comics Spider-Man series nor do I make or even seek any profit from this. I do this on my own dime and do not seek profit.
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Author's Note: Okay, got a couple of emails from the readers, both reviews and personal ones, asking about the setting of this story. It is set in the Ultimate Marvel Comics universe. Not the animated series one. Keep in mind the key difference between the two is that Liz Allen/Firestar is not in the animated series. She is in the Ultimate Marvel Comics universe.
Also, I get that the part of Mary Walker was definitely darker than expected but there was a reason for it AnansiScribe. This chapter will reveal it..
So now, onto the story
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Chapter 15: Assembling the Teams Part Three
-Baumgartner's High-rise apartment-
Lana Baumgartner had remember the times when she woke up before she had her powers that the day would suck and knew that almost nothing exciting would happen. Maybe something that would qualify as a distraction from the hum-drum motion that was her typical day but in the end, the day would be the same as the day before and the days to come in her view. In retrospect, Lana figured that was why she was such a rebel during those times when she learned what it meant to be and how to act like one.
Well, act like a rebel without a clue instead of a cause as it were.
She wanted to enjoy life more than how she saw her mother Lori Baumgartner was doing. If responsibilities were an inevitable part of life than Lana was going to make sure the ones she would let be part of her life would ensure that the days were never boring.
Lana did ask herself that if she had never made that decision, well at least made that decision at that point in her life, where would she be at this moment.
Certainly not lying in bed naked with another girl as well as her own mother.
Lana had thought to herself several times about the possibilities that would come the day she and her mother had that accident at that warehouse where a rave party was going on. How some splash of chemicals and electricity and a whole lot of explosions would give them the abilities to become more powerful than an army tank. Turning to crime almost felt like a natural decision for them two of them. Maybe more natural for her mother since once she realized she had powers, Lana saw a side of her mother that she had never seen before.
Of course there had been plenty of things she had seen about her mother recently that obviously no 'normal' mother and daughter relationship would reveal.
But what she saw was practically proof that her own rebel side definitely came from her mother. When they started making moves in robbing places for the big bucks, it did feel wrong but only for a moment for Lana. She had made the decision before not to let responsibilities ruining her chances at enjoying life and her explosive powers somehow freed her from whatever obligations or responsibilities society might place upon her.
When that word entered into her mind, Lana couldn't help but sigh at how things come to be.
The worst Lana feared her responsibilities would entail would stem all from the typical events of a high school teenager. Lana even knew that she never once considered what would happen once she and her mother continued their proverbial 'life of crime'. The only responsibility she believed would apply to her was to never get caught by the law or at least not attract S.H.I.E.L.D.'s attention. Lana knew how powerful she was and that in a fight she could hold her own one way or another. But to go against guys like Thor or Iron Man, Lana didn't think she would last long despite having the attitude of going down fighting against them.
But the absolute last thing she would ever consider that would become her obligations and such would be part of a team of vigilantes that shared three things in common.
They all were normal people in the beginning before some strange event gave them some extraordinary abilities that most people would easily kill to have.
The second thing that tied them together was they were certainly being monitored by the United State's top government agency that had the authority to either capture or assassinate them at any given moment. And if they so choose to arrest them, there was no doubt in her mind that Peter was right in that they would send either an army or their elites like the Ultimates after them without any hesitation.
The third and quite notably the most stand-out aspect that all of them had in common was the fact they had a more active sex life than most as well as the fact it had incest aspects easily attached to it.
Still lying in bed looking at the other two occupants, Lana did think about the ramifications of it all. She had touched her mother intimately and vice-versa several times including last night. What started out as the three just enjoying some Chinese takeout since neither had no real skills at cooking turned into a weird contest that was started by Lori.
Then again, Lana had seen that it was her mother that was the one who started things that led to acts of sex between them as of late. Even more so whenever Peter was around. Lana wondered if maybe Peter had somehow awakened their inner nymphomaniac. She was aware that Peter had fangs, having seen him actually sink them into both Liz and Mary Jane when they were at Peter's house for their serious discussion about becoming a vigilante team.
Lana had thought that maybe Peter was injecting them with some kind of spider venom but didn't pursue those thoughts since she couldn't see how it would matter anymore. Especially after last night with her mother and Jessica.
Last night while the three of them were relaxing, Lana's mother had talked about her days of eating nothing but takeout and ramen noodles before Lana herself was born. How some of Lori's actual party days left her with little pocket change and little choices in what to serve for dinner. To make things interesting despite it being the same meal almost every other day of the week, Lori had said that she tried to see how well she could 'eat' the noodles.
Jessica Drew, their impromptu roommate, as the obvious question of what Lori had meant which prompted some interesting demonstrations. Lori first took some noodles and then used her tongue to twirl around and get the noodles to wrap around her tongue. It was definitely a sight that inspired some erotic images in both teenage girls' minds. The girls even tried to copy what the mature woman had done but failed on each of their attempts. Lori did laugh at their attempts and reminded them that she had plenty of practice to get as good as she was now.
Another trick Lori showed to the girls was where she took the chopsticks and managed to twirl each of them in her hands separately. That was part one of the trick. The other part is where she timed it just right for the tip of the chopsticks to actually spear the egg rolls on a plate. It was just enough to where Lori sent them flying up into the air and then she caught them both with her mouth one after the other. Both girls made mention that made Lori should work at a Chinese restaurant, the one that shows the cook how they prepare a meal in front of the patrons considering how skilled she showed she was with the food. Lori replied that her other tricks with the food wouldn't exactly be the kind public restaurant would endorse.
That sparked the curiosity of both Jessica and Lana. Both of them wanted to know what other tricks Lori could do with the noodles. No sooner did that question was asked did Lori suddenly get a very lustful look in her eyes that was easily directed at both girls. Both of the girls had seen that look in Lori's eyes before and had an idea what was going to happen next.
But the idea they had was nothing closely compared to what Lori had actually planned.
Lori told them that it would better to show than say as well as being more fun in actually doing the trick.
Both girls watched at Lori took off her black sweat shirt, revealing that like the other two was no wearing a bra at the time, She then laid down on her back, put some soy sauce between her breasts and then laid out some noodles that reached down to her toned stomach and up to her mouth. Lana and Jessica watched as Lori slowly sucked up the noodles while pressing her breasts together just enough so that the noodles themselves were coated in the soy sauce while passing in between the breasts.
Both girls didn't admit it but it was another erotic sight for them. Mostly because it easily implied something a woman would do for the opposite sex.
After Lori cleaned herself up, she made the move to have the fun spread among the other girls.
Lana had thought before that getting a dick rammed into her asshole and loving it was probably the weirdest of erotic feelings she had ever experienced. She had easily heard of people doing sex acts with food and such but never considered it doing so herself. Her opinion on that matter quickly changed and Lana had no doubt the Jessica was of a similar mind as well.
Lori first made the girls remove their upper clothing so all of them were naked from the waist up. She then had both girls lay down on their backs while taking some of the noodles and sauce and spreading some of it on their stomachs. Both girls shivered in delight as Lori licked both of their stomachs clean by doing so slowly enough to send delightful shivers into each girls.
Lana had felt what it was like to have another naked body pressed against her but that was during the actual act of sex. This was probably the first time she truly experienced foreplay and all that entails. Jessica too if the sounds of sensual moaning and gasps were any indication.
After giving each of the girls a passionate kiss, Lori instructed to try what they had felt on the other girl. Not much prompting was needed since Lori had already instilled lust into the two with just her own tongue. Jessica was the first to make a move since Lana was enjoying the lingering feeling herself. Lana didn't even see the girl move until she felt the girl pressing her lips against her own.
Both girls had used their tongues while lip-locked with either Peter or the other girls but Jessica was the first to do that tongue trick both had just seen her do minutes before. Lori actually smiled when she saw that both her daughter and their roommate were doing exactly what she had showed them to do with a tongue.
Both girls continued to kiss, their respective body become hotter by their actions. With Lana being on the bottom, Jessica started to grind against her slowly. By instinct or conscious thought, Lori wasn't sure but she did admit to herself she enjoy the sight of seeing two girls' breasts rubbing against each other slowly.
Jessica broke the kiss and began kissing and licking as she moved down to give more attention to Lana's nipples. Her vision was in a haze but Lana was able to see that her mother was now pleasuring herself which watching Jessica suck on Lana's nipples. Lana couldn't help herself but moan since Jessica was easily getting better at what she was doing. More so since it was starting to become a night ritual for the three of them to become intimate because of a longing each of them had for Peter whom they knew couldn't always be with them all the time.
Not wanting to be left out any more, Lori moved over to the two teenagers and removed their remaining articles of clothing but was rather surprised to see what Lana was wearing for panties.
“My, my. And here I thought I was losing some of my panties in the dryer during laundry day.” Lori said while looking at her daughter in her lust-filled eyes. “Trying to get someone's attention, are we?”
“Wh-what do you...mean?” Lana managed to ask while Jessica continued to lick, suck and even lightly bite her nipples.
“Racy underwear, especially when it's no more than a string attached to a small piece of silk, is mostly meant to be worn as enticement. To pull the string and unwrap the present as it were.” Lori replied while taking hold of the end of one string and slightly pulling on it to undo the tying of it. “So, did you want me to unwrap it, or Jessica.....or rather Peter?”
Lori didn't wait for a response, mostly because it was about as obvious as it could be, before pulling the string and undoing the tie that held the lacy panties in place. Jessica was aware enough of what Lori had in mind so she moved her lower half of her body off to the side to give the mother a clear shot at eating out the snatch of her daughter.
Like her daughter Lana, Lori had similar thoughts when they came to Peter Parker. Even she had noticed the fangs that appeared whenever they were engaged in intimacy. She even felt them pierce her skin, especially around the areola of her breasts. It seemed to her that Peter liked to give more than just his white hot cream from his dick to the girls.
Lori had a feeling that it was possible that Peter's spider abilities were more than just the physical aspect. The woman had seen Jessica with her own set of fangs more than a couple of times. Of course, Peter didn't have the ability to fire of strange energy blasts like Jessica but maybe it was some kind of trade off in regards to gender. That was about as far as Lori had contemplated about Peter's fangs but she still had a similar suspicion that her daughter had about what Peter's fangs could really do.
All of that was definitely not in her mind at the moment. Only for one second did Lori actually remind herself of the fact she was doing something that by all standards in society was incestuous and that she should stop what she was doing here and now with her daughter. But that second wasn't enough to overpower the lust and desire that had taken hold of her as well as her daughter.
The only real thought she had that Lori actually listened to was how to have some more fun this time around with both her daughter and guest.
Seeing that they had plenty of useable items from their take out meal, Lori decided to add some more foreplay to the action. Reaching for a slice of lemon that she had order with her meal, Lori squeezed the slice around her daughter's snatch. Lori did smirk when she noticed her daughter react to the cool liquid hitting her bare skin and even more so when Lori moved forward and demonstrated her skill with her tongue by licking all around the wet area rather slowly. Lori had remembered the times when she was younger and had done so with some of the other party girls as she was doing now with her daughter.
Honestly, Lori actually enjoyed this better for both the taste and the reaction she got from her actions.
Lana gasped loudly as both her tits and pussy were stimulated with tongues in the just the right way to drive her entire body wild. She did felt something wet drip onto her skin around her snatch but didn't care what it was save for the fact it was a prelude to what her mother was now doing to her.
It wasn't until recently that Lana started keeping herself neatly trimmed down there. Something her mother had taught both her and Jessica as part of keeping Peter interested in them despite having already screwed them both separately and together on multiple occasions. Lori had said that any man would want a piece of ass but the better theirs look, the less it will be likely the man will look at others as she put it to them.
After having cleaned her daughter completely with her tongue, Lori decided to give the same to Jessica. Both girls did whimper a bit when she separated the two of them. Lana for the loss of sensation Jessica was giving to her and Jessica for the fact that she actually enjoying herself even though she was giving the pleasure and not receiving it.
With the last of the juice from her lemon slice, Lori squeezed every drop she could onto Jessica's snatch before giving the girl a rather sly look for her actions.
“An interesting twist on the phrase 'sweet and sour'. You'll see.” Lori said before she used her tongue in the same way on Jessica as she had just done with her daughter.
Jessica had been eaten out before but what Lori was doing to her was completely different. She was both teasing and pleasuring at the same time. It was exactly the same as Lori had done to her daughter but it was a sensation that was entirely new to the girl. Even with all the other experiences she had recently, Jessica was of a mind that this was entirely new and that she wanted more of it.
All the sounds of pleasures that were coming from her mouth gave a clear signal to Lana on what her mother was doing to Jessica.
“Damn, I knew what you did to me was fucking sweet, but know I get the sour part. Not getting it at all.” Lana said while watching Jessica hold her mother's head where it was between her legs and practically having a kind of death-grip on Lori's hair it seemed.
Lana wasn't sure if her mother heard her at all but didn't care anyways. To her, it was time to really kick it up a notch. Lana quickly got up and ran into their shared bedroom to retrieve an item that hadn't really been used lately. When Lana had first found it in her mother's dresser drawer, at the time she was looking for some loose cash to buy some things she needed, she wondered if her mother was more lesbian than straight. Or maybe she had it and forgot all about it since it wasn't too long after Lana's finding of it did they get their powers and their lives changed to what it was now.
Didn't matter anymore after everything they been through and done together.
When she came back with the item in hand, rather now wearing the item, Lana still saw her mother eating out Jessica while her hands were squeezing the teenager's tits. It was obvious how lost in the pleasure Jessica was since Lana could clearly see the girl's fangs were exposed. For Jessica, it seemed the more intense of pleasure she was feeling, the more primal she tended to be. At least in Lana's view which she was sure Peter would agree to.
Lana walked over to behind her mother while making sure her new article of clothing was situated properly on her person. Lana reached over to the items that were left over from their takeout. Specifically another lemon slice but from her own takeout meal and coated the sex toy as much as she could with it.
“Sweet and sour, huh? Well, how about we try my version of something that's both sweet and sour?” Lana said while taking position right behind her mother's rather shapely ass.
The only thing that Lori really felt was her daughter spreading her ass cheeks apart so as to allow a better view and angle for the strap-on dildo to enter into her already wet pussy. When Lori felt her daughter go into her as far as the sex toy she had forgotten recently that she had it still in her possession. Lori never did figure out who it belonged to despite having only four possible women to choose from.
The only reason she still held onto it, other than the fact she woke up with it still inside of her, was maybe one day she could return the favor to whoever used it on her. Not with any malice intent behind the return but to give back the pleasurable experience.
Especially with the added feature of this particular strap-on.
Lana started slow at first but soon established a rather hard rhythm of fucking her own mother with the fake cock. The teenager held tightly onto her mother's hips in order to keep it in place while she put some significant effort into each thrust. Lana even went so far as to pull her mother backwards when she went forward with the sex toy. Lori grunt in pleasure with each thrust into her but was still mostly using her mouth to continue to eat out Jessica's pussy much to the teenager's delight.
“So, mother, tell me...” Lana asked while she continued to pound Lori's pussy with the sex toy. “when did you plan on using this fun little toy?”
A couple of moments passed before Lori managed to voice a response. “When the situation called for it. Like now.”
Lori showed she was rather flexible when she turned to face her daughter who was still thrusting into her pussy with the dildo. With one hand, Lori reached down to the toy and depressed something that Lana thought was a button. No sooner did Lana hear the 'click' sound did the strap-on she was wearing suddenly started to vibrate. And very intensely in Lana's opinion.
“Holy fucking shit! What is this?” Lana actually stopped thrusting into Lori because the intense vibration that was coming from the sex toy caught Lana completely by surprise. So much so that even though she was already on her knees while behind her mother, Lana felt her legs getting weaker as the result of the outside stimulation.
“This is something I found after one wild night with some....friends. Wasn't too long before you were born.” Lori replied while softly pushing her daughter so she would lay on her back on the floor. “I kept it in the hopes of being able to do something like this.”
Lana heard what her mother had said but didn't have the ability at the moment to voice a response. All Lana managed to voice was a deep pleasurable moan at what she was still feeling. Even when she watched her mother reposition herself so that she straddle the sex toy, the teenage girl gasped out loud at the change of positions.
Jessica was wondering what had happened when Lori stopped what she was doing to her. She definitely heard a rather loud buzzing noise when her sense cleared up from the haze of pleasure Lori had given her. Almost like there was a bee right next to her ear at the moment considering how loud it was. Jessica turned her attention to where the buzzing was coming from and was amazed at what she saw.
Lana was wearing a strap-on of a deep red colored dildo attached to a very skimpy piece of red leather looking panties. The buzzing noise was coming from the dildo itself and the sound was barely quieted as Jessica watched the mother lower herself onto her daughter. Both Lana and Lori let out rather loud moans once Lori was fully impaled on the fake cock.
Lori knew beforehand that the strap-on was designed to be a toy for both people involved. Of course it took two rather large battery cells to power it, but that was so both could enjoy the vibrator function of the sex toy. Having used it several times herself, Lori knew what to expect when the toy was turned on. Seeing that her daughter was practically lost in the pleasurable stimulation was something of an enjoyable sight for Lori.
“You see, my lovely daughter, this little treasure is meant to be shared, not just used.” Lori said while shifting her waist around while still impaled on the cock. This had the effect of shifting the vibrations around which Lana definitely enjoyed even though her response was gasps and moans. “Only with toys like this does...'stirring the honey pot' actually take on the best kind of meaning.”
Lana's response was her hands reaching up to her mother's waist and doing what she could to keep her mother shifting her waist around like she was doing but adding more downward force in order to intensify the sensation of it all. Lori could only smile at her daughter's actions. She continued the motions with her waist a little more before she started lifting herself up and down on the dildo.
Once Lori stared doing this, Lana's sounds of pleasure practically double at the same instant.
“Another feature of this wonderful toy is how we are both able to enjoy this incredible feeling.” Lori said while starting to breathe heavily at her own actions now.
Each time Lori was fully impaled on the dildo, her full weight was on her daughter at that moment, the vibration of the sex toy increased against Lana. It gave the feeling that while her mother was one the receiving end of the fake cock, Lana was also being impaled as well.
“No fucking shit! Oh, God! Don't...don't you fucking...oh, for fuck's sake, don't you fucking STOP!” Lana screamed out.
Seeing the two going at it made Jessica want to be part of the fun even more, the first idea she got on how to enjoy the fun was seeing Lori's breasts bounce up and down from her actions of riding her daughter. Jessica licked her lips and her fangs before she moved herself over to the mature woman and took her right breasts into her mouth.
Like Peter, Jessica had learned that Lori could still lactate, even more so whenever she was in her current state. Jessica could remember a time when she never would have considered what she was doing now as something she would enjoy doing. Not even in the wildest of dreams she had before the changes made to her by Norman Osborn.
Now, after everything she had learned and experienced, Jessica decided to enjoy it as much as possible because of the uncertain future she knew was coming.
Lori was lost in the feeling of the sex toy stimulating her pussy along with her own actions on it. She didn't notice until about a moment later that Jessica had taken her right tit into her mouth and was sucking rather heavily on it. Looking down at the teenager who was essentially feeding off of her breast milk, Lori wanted to say something along the lines of 'how milk does a body good' but couldn't when Jessica started to squeezed the breast rather hard with one hand. Whatever amount of Lori's milk Jessica was getting was obviously not enough. Especially when she started to alternate between the two in order to get the most she could out of both.
Lana managed to see this through the haze of pleasure, of Jessica drinking her mother's breasts as if the girl hadn't even had a drink of water in three days.
The dildo was enough for Lori to reach her limit but Jessica's action was enough to increase the stimulation to where both herself and Lana achieved their respective orgasm. Lana let out a scream as loud as Lori at the same time. Both females practically gushed out their lust juices also at the same time. This had the effect of enticing Jessica even more in drinking of Lori's breast milk. The teenager practically pushed Lori onto to her back and then straddled her so she could keep her still while drank of the rather sweet nectar. If Lori had her wits about her at that moment, she might've seen this as how a spider would keep its prey stationary while it took what it wanted from it. This idea would've been reinforced in Lori's mind when she felt something, a pair of some things actually, pierced her right nipple. Lori's strength had momentarily left her so she was unable to stop Jessica from what she was doing. Though, after the moment of discomfort had passed, Lori was now of the mind of letting Jessica continue.
Her fangs were out the entire time she had sucked on Lori's breasts but Jessica had only sunk them into Lori's nipple on instinct than actual choice. What she was drinking from Lori was something she definitely wanted more.
What was actually unknown to everyone including Lori was that Peter had injected his venom into Lori's breasts as part of both an experiment and as his usual injection into the girls whenever he was in intimate contact with them. The effect of the OZ venom mixing with Lori's breast milk created a rather unique cocktail of rather vital nutrients that would be difficult to get even under extraordinary means.
A human body will always seek what it needs to keep function and after having a taste of the mature woman's enhanced breast milk will easily be marked as the best and first source to go to after that.
Since Jessica didn't have any venom of her own, her fangs were meant to extract whatever it could in the same manner as a spider. Now that her body knew that when she needed to replenish certain nutrients, Jessica would always have a desire for Lori's breasts milk even if she didn't understand it herself.
While Jessica continued to drink in Lori's breast milk, Lana managed to come back down from her blast to cloud nine even though the sex toy was still vibrating as intensely as ever on her sex area. Lana moaned in pleasure from the sex toy but became aware of what Jessica was doing to her mother and felt that she had just enough left in her for one more time.
'Already fucked my mother, might as well share the fun and fuck her brains out too.' Lana thought to herself as she actually struggled to get to her feet and move over to where the other two were at on the floor.
Lana managed to position herself right behind Jessica but her vision wasn't entirely clear at that moment. She was aware that she gripped Jessica ass and spread the cheeks as far apart as she could but Lana hazed over eyes didn't see that she had aimed for Jessica's anal bud instead of her snatch. Hell, Lana didn't care even when she pushed the vibrating cock in as deep as it could go and Jessica screamed out the entire time.
“That hurts! Why are you, ugh, in my ass?!” Jessica yelled out before looking back and seeing that Lana's expression was a mixture of lust and something akin to predatory.
“Just take it bitch. I can already tell you fucking love it.” Lana replied while she began to thrust in and out of Jessica's ass.
Jessica wasn't able to reply that since she had only ever done anal sex once before with her first time with Peter. She hadn’t done it since so her ass wasn’t used to it. She had seen it done to Mary Jane when Peter and Lori had done so with Lori using a strap-on some time ago. Lori and Peter even wanted to the same thing together with the other girls there but Jessica only took the spears in her snatch, never in her anal area since that first time.
While Jessica tried to adjust to the feeling of being penetrated in that fashion, Lana was completely taken over by her desires and continued to pump in and out of Jessica's ass. Lana knew that Jessica was stronger than her so she made sure her grip on Jessica's waist was as solid as it could be. Like before when her mother was on top of her, the vibration of the sex toy increased and decreased against her sex area in response to where she was in her thrusts.
“Please! It's too much! OH GOD! GOD, TAKE IT OUT!!” Jessica again screamed out but Lana didn't even respond other than increasing her motions of thrusts. Jessica wasn’t sure if she was feeling pain or pleasure, she hadn’t been stretched out there lately but the vibrations were helping and it was wet so it was sliding easily at least.
“Sweet and sour, bitch! Maybe fucking sour for you but it's goddamn fucking sweet for me!”
Lori heard the words and wondered if Lana's inner nymphomaniac had somehow been freed. It surprised her a bit but also reaffirmed a theory she had. Didn't matter what interest any person in the world had. Be it of the mind, political, financial, scientific, or even some completely radical, Lori knew that once that person was exposed to just enough pleasures of the flesh, they would be so hooked on it, much like those who are open about being nymphomaniacs.
That was when Lori had a thought enter into her mind still in the haze of sex itself. The strap-on that her daughter had was one that Lori had kept but it wasn't the one she had brought to Peter's home that day when herself along with Mary Jane and Liz as well all had an orgy in the living room.
That gave Lori all the incentive for an idea that came to her mind about the current situation.
Lori was able to locate the strap-on she had taken to Peter's home and came back to the living room after putting on. She walked over to the two teenagers and licked her lips at what was about to happen next.
Lana was still taking Jessica in her ass and it had gotten so intense for Jessica that only her ass was still up in the air. Only because Lana held it in place while she continued to fuck Jessica from behind. Jessica's face was clearly showing that what she was feeling was intense. But Lori had seen enough people's expression while in the 'throes of intimacy' as others would put it while she would simply say it as 'getting their brains fucked out' and knew that Jessica was also enjoying it.
In fact, to Lori, it looked as her daughter was trying to fuck Jessica right through the floor and Jessica herself was doing nothing to stop it. It was sort of funny to her since Lori knew that Jessica was stronger than the two of them and yet, here she was being held in place on the floor because her ass was being pleasurably violated by her daughter.
When Lana looked at her mother while still continuing to ram into Jessica's ass, she noticed her mother had a strap-on as well and got the idea of what she had in mind the instant she saw it. Lana stopped for a moment, which made Jessica think that her fellow teenage sex friend had her fill. Jessica wouldn't openly admit that she was actually starting to enjoy what Lana was doing to her ass nor was she even enjoying the fact the vibrating toy was sending pleasurable jolt after jolt up her spine while it was still in her ass.
But when Lana reached down and took hold of both of Jessica's tits and held onto them very strongly, Jessica didn't know what Lana was up to when she pulled her back by her tits so that Lana was laying on her back but still had the strap-on impaled in her asshole. The movement itself definitely hurt but the after-feeling of the motion itself sent shivers throughout Jessica even with the dildo still vibrating in her ass.
“Ugh! What are you doing? Please....take it out.” Jessica was somewhat pleading but her pleas clearly fell on deaf ears of both Lana and Lori.
When Lori walked over to take her position, she couldn't help but still smile in seeing that Jessica's teeth were clenched tight like her eyes were and that her fangs actually gave a kind of fierce look. If Jessica didn't have a dildo in her ass at the moment, Lori might have the thought that Jessica might be dangerous.
Once she got herself into position, Lori lined up her strap-on but didn't enter Jessica right away. The mature woman gently caressed the teenager's face after she had activated the vibrator function of her sex toy. Jessica felt both the gentle touch of Lori's hand and the vibrating tip of the dildo at her snatch.
“What makes sex so enjoyable is that it’s both painful and pleasurable. A virgin's first time is painful but after that, it's nothing but pleasure. I can see it in your eyes it that it hurts a bit back there but I can tell by your actions, you've done nothing stop it and we both know you're stronger than the two of us together.”
Jessica heard the words and had a gasp of realization that there was actually some truth to Lori's words. At any given time, Jessica could have easily forced Lana away from her and yet....all she did was basically take it up the ass. If she were really honest she remembered with Peter how good it felt after some time and it was starting to feel good again now.
“Another definition of 'sweet and sour' as it were. We may not be able to enjoy this as much in the near future so before it all goes sour, lets enjoy how sweet it is.” Lori said before kissing Jessica on the lips very passionately.
Lori also kissed her daughter just as passionately before she slowly pushed her vibrating toy into Jessica's pussy. Jessica couldn't help gut groan loudly as she now had two vibrating dildos in her and that she could feel them pressing against each other while inside of her. Lana and Lori were feeling their respective toys' effect on them but it was nothing compared to what Jessica was feeling from the combined two.
“Ugh! I...It's...oh, damn!” Jessica was barely able to say from having both her pussy and ass simultaneously stuff and stimulated. If she had gotten off from her first time with Peter in her ass this was starting to get even better having both lower holes being filled.
“Let’s really fuck this bitch.” Lana said to Lori with a rather wild hunger in her eyes.
“Language, Lana. Besides, it’s better and lasting when we take it slow.” Lori replied before she started shifting her hips to stir Jessica's pussy a bit before starting to thrust back and forth.
Jessica's hand shot out to her sides and grabbed the carpet on the floor however she could. There was some slight tearing of the fabric that might've been heard had Lana didn't start moving her hips as well in order to thrust her strap-on in and out of Jessica's ass which made the girl groan loudly through clenched teeth.
Lana held onto Jessica's waist to make sure she had a stable form in her thrusts while Lori held onto the upper thigh area of Jessica's legs for her stability. Because of how Lori had a hold of Jessica's legs, Lori's thrusts made Jessica's legs bounce rather wildly in the air.
From what the mother and daughter were doing to her, Jessica didn't last much more than a minute before her orgasm exploded inside of her. Jessica's release was equally intense where Lori was amazed at how much of Jessica's lust juice came from the teenager's pussy.
“God damn!” Lori had heard of gusher where women who achieved such an orgasm, the level of their released lust juices was a sign as to how much. Never did Lori expect to encounter one who was still a teenager. She easily felt both her legs becoming coated with Jessica's release and pool underneath the trio. “Guess that's one fuck mess to clean up in the morning.”
“Oh, you tell me to watch my mouth and yet you turn around and fucking swear? Fucking hypocrite.” Lana said while giving her mother a rather all-knowing smirk.
Seeing as how Jessica was completely out cold from what the two of them had done, Lori decided on a course of action that she might've never considered but she hadn't had an orgasm yet. Plus, Lori also felt it was time to maybe do the proverbial 'put your money where your mouth is' with her daughter now.
As gently as she could, Lori pulled herself away from Jessica and carried the girl rather bridal-style back to the bed room. She told Lana to follow her which actually sparked the teenager's curiosity since Lori gave her a mischievous look that Lana had rarely seen on her mother.
Because of their living arrangement, the bed in the main bedroom was the kind that you would expect people like Hugh Hefner or Tony Stark to have for all the women they had in their lives at any given moment. It was the kind of bed that Lori was going to make sure was at their new home when they made the final move in order to be close to Peter as was planned. Sure the bed could only be special ordered but it would be worth the price in the long run Lori figured.
Once Jessica was laid out on the bed, Lori went to the other side and told her daughter to lay down on the bed but on her side. With her strap-on still vibrating, Lana did as she was told and watched as her mother got on the bed as well but she laid away from her and on her opposite side as well.
“Now then, lets have one last bit of fun.” Lori said while she moved herself closer to Lana.
Lana watched as her mother lifted her leg up so as to do what Lana could only guess was the scissoring move that woman would do with each other. Lana did see the appeal of such an act and was curious at how it might feel. But she expected wasn't what her mother had in mind.
Lori took hold of her strap-on dildo and managed to angle it so that from how she was laying on the bed, the dildo would have a line aimed at her daughter's backdoor. The mother already knew how much her daughter enjoyed getting it in the ass bit this would be a bit different but no less enjoyable. Lana did nothing but watch as her mother put the tip of her vibrating fake cock against her anal bud but became confused when she didn't push it in. She continued to watch as Lori took hold of her strap-on and angled it so it was directed at her own asshole with the tip also just touching.
“Are you ready, my daughter?” Lori said while giving a look that Lana felt was a challenge of sorts. One she wasn't about to back down from.
“You better fucking bring it.” Lana replied while slightly shivering in anticipation.
Lori only smiled before she made the motion that resulted in both her and Lana being impaled in the ass by vibrating strap-ons. Lana and Lori both groaned at the impalement and vibrations that their anal areas were experiencing. While Lana enjoyed the feeling, Lori began moving so as to have their sex toys thrust in and out of the other's ass. Lori had to hold on to Lana by her left leg in order keep the two of them in their respective position since Lana was only enjoying the sensation.
“Oh, fuck yeah! Fuck me! Fuck my asshole harder! Just fucking fuck it!!” Lana yelled out while her mother was doing so but really needed no more incentive or consent.
Lori was enjoying what she was doing despite being the one putting all effort into it. She enjoyed seeing the sight of her daughter writhing in ecstasy, her body slowly starting to shine in the light from the layer of sweat that forming on her skin. She could even see a layer of sweat was already forming on her own skin which made holding onto Lana's leg a little more difficult.
This continued on for what felt like an eternity to the both of them. Both Lana and Lori were completely lost to what the mother was doing to herself and to her daughter. The sound of sweat covered skin slapping against skin filled the air along with the wailing of a female teenager.
Lori continued her efforts just long enough to where she felt her climax was coming. Once she knew her limit was nearing, Lori increased her thrusts until her orgasm hit her in the most satisfying way. Lana reached her limit moments before Lori did but didn't come down from her cloud nine until much later.
Lori just sighed in relief as she felt all the tension leaving her body. She used the last of her strength to pull herself from her daughter and deactivate the sex toys after taking them off of her and Lana. It actually took some considerable effort for Lori to move up so that her head was on the bed's pillows. No sooner did her head hit the pillow that Lori feel completely asleep next to Jessica and Lana. The sudden shift in weight on the bed made Jessica move herself so she could embrace Lori in sleep as well.
Lana herself stayed where she was at on the bed until the following morning, waking up to both an aching backside and afterglow of what she experienced that night.
Her thoughts continued to replay the events of last night while she continued to look at how her mother and Jessica were holding each other as they continued to sleep.
“I wonder what my younger self would think if I told her she would be fucking her own mother in the near future?” Lana said out loud but mostly to herself.
Shifting herself so that she was now laying on her stomach than her side, mostly to help ease the ache that was lingering in her asshole, Lana couldn't help but sigh in content at the current situation.
“She would probably say that parents fuck their children over is only a statement. Why the Hell would I let my mother do that to me?” Lana again said out loud, giving voice to her current train of thought.
After watching her mother continue to sleep, noticing how her chest slowly raised and lowered with her breathing, Lana decided to follow Jessica's example. Lana crawled over to Lori so as to not awake her just yet and brought her face to her mother's chest. Specifically, her right nipple.
Lana gave it a quick lick of her tongue before voicing her thoughts one more time.
“To my inner child and past self, I maybe a rebel without a cause but being a rebel sure have some fucking great benefits to it.”
After she said that with her mouth, Lana then used her mouth to take in her mother's nipple and began sucking on a replenished supply of breast milk. Unlike Jessica, Lana was going to enjoy every drop she could get out of her mother's rather heavenly mounds.
-New York City-
If there's one thing that a nurse can say about working at a hospital for a city as large as New York, it how long or rather how short the time comes before you can honestly say you've seen it all in the medical profession. Doctors can say the same thing but nurses are the first to see them before anyone else and multiple times before most trauma doctors.
For one particular Latina nurse named Isabella Johnson, she had seen people being brought in this state more times than she would care to admit. No matter what the statistics say, there is more going on than the events themselves being actually reported.
Isabella was there when they brought the woman in. From what the ambulance technician reported, the woman was found behind a warehouse in a basically naked state with obvious signs of sexual intercourse. What couldn't be determined at the time was either it was either consensual or not since the woman was known to the police as a professional in the area. That was what the hospital was told after they reported the possible rape case to the police.
It was one thing to be informed that they were taking care of a person that might've been just raped but Isabella had to admit that it was another thing when taking care of a prostitute. She had her own opinions about it and she could see their views on how hard it would be to get them out of such a state once they entered into it. But very rarely did Isabella see any of them choose such a life in the same manner one would choose a legitimate profession.
True there were risks to anything done in life no matter if it was legal or not. That included being a nurse since there had been several times a criminal had been taken to the hospital that she worked at for care and more often than not did such criminals make it real hard to carry out their oath to help people in their time of need.
Isabella wouldn't openly admit that there were times she wished they had just some of the criminals just die since even she could see that they were not only repeat offenders but criminals for life if they didn't piss off the wrong person with a gun or shoot up the latest street designer drugs.
Right now was another hard time for Isabella to fulfill her oath. Especially with a woman that she could see would go right back to the profession that caused her to be in her current situation.
After filling out the latest paperwork for the upcoming police files that would later cross the main nurse's desk, Isabella saw that it was her time for 'coffee break period'. There were plenty of times where she couldn't take it or take the whole time since the periods of calm in a hospital were sporadic at best for city like New York. If she could move to one of the more urban city hospitals or even one far from a major city, Isabella wouldn't hesitate to take the chance.
Reaching the employee's break room and pouring herself a cup of coffee that she was grateful for came from a freshly made pot, Isabella got off of her feet and let her aches in her body ease up for as long as her break time allowed it.
Isabella had just taken a sip when her fellow co-worker and friend came into the break room as well.
“This is definitely rare for the week.” the dark skinned woman said while going over to and pouring herself a cup of coffee as well. “Both of us being able to take a break at the same time without some kind of mad rush happening in the city and filling out hospital beds past their limits.”
“Heh. Can't say I quite remember the last time we were in the break room together. Funny how we can easily remember how much blood or limbs an incoming patient has lost and how many of such cases there are and yet, our personal lives become mostly a blur most of the time.”
“I say 'Amen to that' but there are days I think God just likes causing problems by letting some of the lunatics run around in the world.” Isabella's friend replied while taking a seat opposite of her at the table.
“I thought you were done blaming God for all the crap in the world, Anna.”
After taking a sip of her coffee once she added several packets of sugar to it, Anna replied. “Never said I blamed God for everything. What I said that day was that God is acting the same way as a mean ignorant kid with an ant farm. Every so often He either shakes it up so the ants have to start over or doesn't pay enough attention and lets whatever happens just happen.”
“That still sounds like blaming the Almighty but I can see the other side of the point. Kind of reminds me something I remember seeing back in my college days.” Isabella replied while taking another sip from her own beverage.
“How many of the frats act the same despite saying how completely different they are to the others?” Anna asked since she herself had remembered what her college days were like. Especially how many times she had to help her roommate sober up whenever she came back from one of the frat parties.
“Won't disagree there but it's not what I was thinking about. My roommate was taking courses in media in order to become either some kind of special effects technician or to work at a some kind of broadcast company, not really sure which. Anyways, there was this one thing he had to study for which was the evolution of media for the past 60 years. Old shows that are seen as iconic to some to others that either set the standard to pushed the limit of what the Federal Communication Commission would allow.”
Anna couldn't help but laugh at a thought that just popped into her mind. “Some of the shows they are on the TV nowadays, there is no way any of them would even be played in the movie theaters let alone black and white TV sets. Even that shows “Breaking Bad” or those “American Pie” movies.”
Isabella herself laughed too since she remembered some of the shows she watched in her younger days were not only tame in comparison but quite easily something kids nowadays would watch instead of animal puppets teaching them the ABCs. “Oh yeah. I remember some cartoons I watched as a kid and thought they were 'cool' but unless the shows either have some violence or scantily clad girls in the group of characters, its not a show worth watching for the kids.”
Both women took another sip from their coffee before Isabella continued.
“Back to what I was saying, there was one show that my roommate watched and I somewhat got hooked to it as well he did. Remember that show “M*A*S*H*”?
Anna nodded her head in reply. “Kind of a bit of a parallel to our lives, isn't it?”
“To some extent but they had the Korean War to deal with in that show and we have Persons of Mass Destruction that can do just as much death and destruction alone than anyone one man army.”
Anna again nodded her head in reply. “So, what that show go to do with your point?”
“Let me get to it.” Isabella got her thoughts in order before she spoke so as to leave nothing forgotten. “In one episode, there was a discussion going on between the doctors and the preacher stationed there. I forget the characters name but one doctor commented on how someone said that 'War is Hell' and said that he believes war is worse than Hell. When asked to explain his point, the doctor asked the preacher that the rules for getting into both Heaven and Hell go by a merit system. That what they do and don't do earn either salvation or damnation. By that reasoning, that means there are no innocents in Hell whatsoever.”
Anna listened and tried to see the point Isabella was making but felt like she was missing something that was easy to overlook. She gave a look to her friend to continue.
“Well, the doctor pointed out that wartime claims innocent people regardless if they are for, against, or even neither side of the conflict. Some of the patients he said they worked on in the show were simply farm folks that got caught in the crossfire or the advancement of troops. They had nothing invested or were remotely interested in the fight between the two powers.”
“So how does that mix in with the point you said you could see about my views on the Almighty?” Anna got that point but felt it was completely different to her own just moments ago.
“Doesn't matter what the media says since they love reporting the bad news as much as kids love ice cream. We may not be fighting another nation or power at this very moment but the war never really ended. It spilled onto the streets across every nation and people are fighting for the stupidest of reasons all the while thinking it’s the most important fight of their lives.”
Anna started to understand the point a little more but let Isabella continued.
“Our very streets have organizations of every kind fighting others for what they feel is rightfully theirs. Even the police fight with other forms of law enforcement when they get in on whatever they feel belongs to them. Remember all those FBI agents that showed up to take that guy posing as Spider-Man into custody and how the police were saying the man was a local hood and their collar?”
“Oh yeah. It never gets old when the police and federal agents do a dickhead contest to see who has the better reach.” Anna reply was made sarcastically since there had been several times in her own experience where she got stuck in the middle of such arguments. None of them were pleasant and every one of them she wished she had a taser on hand to zap both sides just to shut them up.
“All the asshole was was a guy in a costume robbing banks. Did they actually think we had the real Spider-Man here? That man was nearly beaten to death by the real McCoy and rightly so. Everyone thought he had killed that police captain and that made the police officers out for blood. I would have done the same thing just as a reminder to all the other criminals for trying that crap.”
“Same here. It’s good to know that he didn't go through with it since then Spider-Man would be nothing more than a vigilante like that Punisher guy those goes around blasting people's heads off.” Anna said while getting a slight chill down her spine when she remembered the morgue getting some of gun-toting maniac's target practice. They are barely identifiable as people with the amount of their body mass missing.
“Which brings me to my point: We can't count on the Almighty to stop the maniacs that run around on the streets and in other countries. We have to have faith in the people who actually stand up to the maniacs and ask for nothing in return as true heroes would.”
Anna nodded in response but had one question left at the moment. “Well, that's for heroes but what about people like us? There are many that say we are heroes too, the unsung kind.”
“I don't believe unsung heroes. Those kind of people do what they do and never really ask for any kind of recognition. Those that do, they aren't really heroes because why would a hero ask for recognition?”
“Maybe to have some 'thanks' in the fact that they did something no one else could do?” Anna said in a manner that told her friend it was something that was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Gratitude is one thing and completely different than recognition. The best example of that is Spider-Man. He's constantly being slammed by the Daily Bugle and yet he keeps going out there each day because he can. He's almost no different than the police that do their damndest to be honest when there are few out there that do the stupidest of mistakes and ruin it for the rest of them. Like those honest cops. Spider-Man does something almost no one else does....he endures.”
That was enough to convince Anna of her friend's view. She knew both of them had been in this line of work and have practically seen all the different walks of life during their time. But Anna felt there were plenty of times where Isabella showed more insight about life than anyone might've guessed.
Anna lifted her drink up as a toast to Isabella's statement to which her friend touched the cup with her own.
“To heroes, wherever they are.” Anna said to her friend.
“To the heroes that are still to come.” Isabella replied.
For a moment, both women actually believed that the day would continue in the sense of peace they were currently feeling. But it was moment that quickly and chaotically changed into a nightmare when the recover wing suddenly became engulfed in flames.
The fire that torched the rooms where the patients were in started small enough to where a passing by orderly thought only a fire extinguisher was needed for it.
But this wasn't an ordinary fire by any sense.
The first clue was obvious but the orderly missed it completely. The person in the bed, a woman, was not even reacting to the fact her bed was quickly engulfed in fire nor did her vital signs before the monitor shorted out showed any signs of distress. At least, the kind of distress that comes from having their entire body covered in flames.
The woman in question and covered in flames was Mary Walker, the woman that the nurse Isabella had just left for her break.
In fact, had the blood sample that was taken from the woman had been analyzed as soon as the hematology department had received it, they would have learned something that wasn't right about what should have been a typical blood sample.
For all intents and purposes, Mary Walker was deemed to be, by the attending physician that was in charge of the shift when she was brought, in some form of a coma. Her vitals seemed stable but there was no neurological response and the specialist to determine what kind of coma that Mary might be in wouldn't be in the hospital for several hours.
During the moment the OZ venom entered into her bloodstream, a dramatic change was taking effect within her due to an unknown fact. Mary Walker was a latent mutant but the X-gene within her wasn't at all active. It would possibly become active in passing it on to the next generation should she ever have children of her own or grandchildren.
But now that the OZ venom in her blood was making the X-gene active, the rest of Mary's biology was changing to accommodate for what Mary would be able to do now. The fire that to the naked eye seemed to consume Mary would later be seen as her rebirth.
The fire quickly engulfed the room and began to spread. Even the emergency fire suppression system that turned on a minute later couldn't douse any of the flames. The fuel source for the fire wasn't typical or natural so the water from the sprinklers was wasted. In the midst of the fire, Mary began to stir as if she was trying to wake up from a bad dream. When she fell out of her hospital bed, which was completely ablaze with the metal frame being the only thing that would remain, Mary looked around of her surroundings.
Nothing was said at first. No sounds came from the woman until she stood up with her burnt gown falling apart as she moved. The flames that had spread around the room were on her naked body as well. But neither did they burn the skin nor were smothered as the water continued to rain on it.
The nude woman stood for several seconds before the first sound came from her mouth. It sounded like the woman was being strangled or something was impeding her ability to create coherent sounds. This went on for several more moments before the sounds became something undeniable.
In a room that was completely on fire stood a woman that started to laugh at the very sight of it all. It clearly had a tone of amusement in it but something else as well. It was as if something this woman had sought for so long had been achieved.
Mary laughed for almost a minute before several orderlies came back with fire extinguishers and began spraying the room in order to contain the fire. The woman watched as the hospital personnel did everything they could to smother the flames and could only smile since no matter how much they sprayed the retardant, the flames remained as intense.
As suddenly as they appeared, the flames all died out at the same moment which left the two men who tried to extinguish the flames completely at a loss of words for what had just happened. Even more so when they finally took stock of the naked woman that was looking at them, obviously both were at a loss of words for situation in front of them.
They watched as the woman lifted up her left hand and slowly become covered in light flames. The woman examined it before finally bringing a voice to her own thoughts.
“So, this is what it's like to be free. Just like the fire...when finally given the chance.” The woman looked at the two that were still staring at her with a gaze that said both were trying to make sense of the situation. The look on her face easily sent chills into the two men.
“I....like it.” The woman said before pointing her flame-covered hand at the two men and said one word. “Burn”.
The very instant the word left her lips, the two men suddenly caught fire themselves. It was as if someone douse in lit gasoline considering how fast the flames covered their entire body. Both men screamed in pain while the fire consumed them, much to the delight of the woman who walked right past them as if it was the most natural thing to her.
Still naked, Mary walked down the hall while casually pointing at anything and anyone and setting them ablaze with one word. A word that she spoke in a way as if she was speaking to a lover.
“Oh, baby! Burn!” Mary said when she saw a patient still in her bed with a terrified look on her face when she could see and smell the fire that was growing in the hallway. Seeing the look of pure terror before becoming obscured by both the fire and the thrashing about was practically an aphrodisiac for the fire starter.
“All this fire and you did nothing with it Mary! No wonder you let that Spider-Asshole fuck you like that.” The woman said to herself while continually set anything that caught her brief interest ablaze. Then her attention soon focused on several hospital security personnel that rounded the corner with their sidearms drawn.
“I know you're still in their Mary, so pay attention. This is what it means to be free.” She said to herself before bringing her focus to set the two on fire.
But she took too much time in enjoy the upcoming fire and misery she was about to inflict on the guards. Both of them had brought their sidearms to bear and opened fired on the naked woman in front of them. They had seen on their security camera monitors of her setting things on fire and automatically assumed the woman was some homicidal mutant. They also assumed she had killed several people already and that meant to them that they couldn't wait for the police to show up with patient's lives at stake.
Both of them unloaded their weapons when they fired rather blindly at the woman. Only one bullet found its mark but it was not a fatal blow. The guns the guards were using weren't the standard issue used by the police. They were little better than slug-throwers in comparison which was why that one fact affected the outcome of the one bullet hitting 'Mary'.
Since they were only aiming at the target's center mass or hoping to hit center mass, the bullet that hit only glanced off the left temple area of the target's head, blinding pain shot through her head in that moment.
Because of this, the intended targets that Mary was going to set on fire were mostly spared but the general area itself suddenly caught fire just like it had back in Mary's hospital room. The fire spread just as fast as it did before but there was a difference this time around. The hallway area that Mary was in was located next to a supply closet that held items that were supposed to be kept away from heat sources and open flames.
While the two guards did everything they could to put the flames that were on them and Mary was staggering back after being hit like she had, the flames from the hallway quickly reached the supply closet and ignited the dangerous contents inside. It wasn't until a moment later after ignition was there an explosion that easily sent both the guards and Mary flying in opposite directions.
The fire suppression system had engaged but the flames weren't going to be extinguish in time to see that Mary wasn't where she had been thrown to by the explosion.
The chaos that was caused by Mary's actions easily caught the attention of every police department in the city as well as some federal agencies as well. The fire at the hospital would get S.H.I.E.L.D.'s attention later since the initial report stated that someone was causing outbreaks of fire without any noticeable means.
Because of the response time to the incident, evacuation of the hospital, firefighters showing up as well as all the general chaos one woman managed to slip out with a pair of stolen shirt and pants and a doctor’s jacket.
Hell, when she got onto the subway that ran to her neighborhood, no one actually gave her a second look. If anyone had, they might've notice several things out of place about her like how she wasn't wearing any kind of footwear and that almost half her face was covered in her own dried blood with even several blotches of blood on her white coat. It was New York and you’d see some strange things in the city, plus sometimes people didn’t just want to get involved.
During the train ride, Mary's thoughts became a jumble of a mess. Before there was a rather set means of thinking even if it seemed almost two sided. Now, not sure when it happened exactly, but there seemed to be a third line of thought for every other thought that entered into Mary's mind.
It was like there were three voices that were now arguing with each other inside of Mary's injured head.
Again, for the typical New Yorker, seeing someone talking to themselves wasn't out of place for them, even if that person seemed to be carrying on a conversation with an actual someone who wasn't even there.
“I gotta get home. Gotta...just...gotta get home.” Mary said out loud. It wasn't even a second later that Mary spoke again. “No, gotta find that Spider-Fuck and get him back for what he did to us.”
“How the Hell can we since we just got shot? Are you really that much of a moron?”
“Don't fucking talk to me about being a moron. I wasn't the one who let some pajama wearing faggot rape us and do nothing about it while it was happening.”
“He's Spider-Man. You've seen the news reports. He's stronger than the most drugged out pimp we've ever faced.”
“And you let those bitches slap you around too. I gotta say, Mary, you are the weakest cunt there ever was to walk a corner.”
The 'argument' continued until the subway conductor announced that they had reached Mary's destination. Mary did leave with several other subway patrons but got knocked over by guy who obviously preferred to be your stereotypical punk of the street with his loud clothing and various tattoos and piercings.
“Hey, watch where I'm going you skanky bitch.” The guy said who even went so far as to kick Mary in the leg for what he felt was good measure.
It was the last act that this guy would ever do. Right after he kicked Mary while she was on the ground, the woman got up and shot out a hand that wrapped around the guy's throat.
“I'm that last bitch you should ever fuck with.”
While her grip on his throat was solid, it wasn't what made the guy have a very frighten look on his face. It was the fact he felt his head begin to be in what felt like a vice that slowly crushing his skull. The punk tried to break Mary's grip but the pain of his head being crushed became too much for him. Now a crazy lady on the subway you could ignore but people noticed when a woman was holding a man up by his head in one hand as he screamed.
People started running away, some were crying out mutant, others to get the cops. One person actually tried to step in and stop her but Mary with a flung of her free arm sent the person flying onto the ground. That stopped anymore people trying to help and only caused more panic.
When she finished, Mary looked at the punk and noticed how much of his blood was coming out of all the natural holes in his head. She then let the body fall to the ground as if she was dropping a piece of garbage without a care in the world.
Looking at the dead body on the subway's platform floor, Mary said one thing out loud so as to be heard clearly by those who were actually paying attention.
“Just to be clear, I'M the one whom you don't want to fuck with.”
With that said, Mary began walking to her home but stopped when she saw her reflection in a framed advertisement poster. Wasn't much but she could see how the blood from her head wound had covered about half of her face. Somehow to her, the sight of it felt quite right to her.
“Guess that makes me Bloody Mary of our little group.” She said to which got silent acknowledgment from the other two.
Once that was settled, several ideas entered into the torn mind of this woman about what their next set of moves were going to be.
And how best to deal with the wall-crawling vigilante.
-Parker Residence-
“What the Hell did I do?” Peter said to himself while he sat on his bed, just shaking his head as if to purge his mind of what he hoped was some delusion he had last night.
It took several moments for Peter Parker, in his Spider-Man costume, to realize that the woman that was laying in front of him, mostly naked, had just been raped by him.
Multiple times even.
Even when he realized this, it took Peter several minutes at least for his mind to actually kick into gear and do more than just stand there with his mouth hanging open at the obvious crime he had just committed. His reasoning failed him and his instincts kicked in which commanded Peter to return home as soon as possible. When he arrived and made sure no one else was aware of his arrival, Peter snuck back into his bed and tried to get some sleep for the rest of the night.
Somehow Peter managed to get a couple hours of sleep before waking up to an alarm clock and a new reality for him.
“I can't believe I did that.” Peter again said to himself with his hands covering his face in shame.
For the next half hour at least, Peter sat on his bed and continued to run through every thought he had about what he had done and what was he going to do about it. He knew that the woman was alive when he left her and it wouldn't be long before she tells the police what happened to her. Peter knew that there was no way that woman wouldn't go yelling to the heavens that Spider-Man had raped her and left her in that alleyway. He also knew that the Daily Bugle would jump at the chance to print the story since it confirmed what was in one of their headlines some time ago.
“Spider-Man: Criminal”
That was posted after someone in a Spider-Man costume went on a crime spree that ended up killing his new housemate's late father. Gwen was already of the mind to hate Spider-Man for this simple fact even though the guy that was caught admitted to being the one who was behind it all. Peter didn't want to know what would happen the moment she learned that the one she hated was now a confirmed rapist.
“Oh yeah, I can see it now. Gwen starts up an online lynch mob of some kind and posts a reward for my head on a silver platter. Probably doesn't have to worry about the money since J. Jonah Jameson could easily bank that operation and get loads of papers to sell that could easily compensate for the millions in the rewards.” Peter said outloud to himself.
After he had said that, Peter realized that the owner of a newspaper and rather righteously pissed off teenager weren't the only ones he had to be worried about that would use this as an excuse to come after him. A certain one-eyed man that was in charge of a world protection agency would more than likely pay him a visit just to tell him he was either under arrest or to take away his powers. Between the two, Peter rather lose his powers than spend time in a S.H.I.E.L.D. prison where he could only imagine how much more dangerous those inmates would be compared to those who were spending the rest of their life on Riker's Island.
It was at this moment Peter was seriously considering turning himself in before either the police or the Daily Bugle started actively searching for Spider-Man. The last time he did something stupid with his powers, Uncle Ben paid the price but the choice behind that was more not doing the right thing when it called for it. Having openly made the decision to forcibly take a woman in that manner was easily on a whole other level.
Of course there was a reason for Peter not to go to the police and turn himself in. Remembering what Wilson Fisk, the criminal Kingpin of New York, yelled out on what he would do to him should he ever catch him was the only solid reason Peter could think of at this point.
Peter knew life wasn't like what he saw on tv or the movies but he knew he had enough of an idea what Fisk would do once he actually had Spider-Man's secret identity. And that was just a man who was both well financed and connected. All the would-be muggers, purse snatchers and typical thieves of convenient stores would no doubt go right after him for either payback or for whoever would pay the most for his capture.
His actions already cost his Aunt May her husband. However he would choose now would determine if the woman who was definitely a mother-figure to him would either live her life or be forced into hiding or even worse.
“I'm already paying for one reckless act. Is this karma getting back at me for all the joy I had with the girls? I wasn't supposed to have this much fun without consequences?”
Peter continued to rack his brain over and over for some kind of answer that might help either improve the situation or create an avenue that might lead to some better options than the ones he had now. The only thing that his mind could come up with was something of a whisper that belong to a familiar voice he had heard before he committed this crime.
It kept saying over and over of how Peter should 'become the spider'. Nothing else was explained or even offered. Just for him to become what he is.
Peter got up and looked at his reflection in his large dresser mirror. He looked hard at it until it looked like his reflection was actually passing a judgment gaze at him.
“Well, what do you got to say for yourself?”
Peter wasn't sure if he was asking the reflection that question or if the reflection was asking him that question.
“The last time it took you to respond to a situation, someone important to you died. Are you going to just stand there and wait to see what runs over your head?”
That time Peter was sure his reflection asked him that. Bizarre as it was when Peter thought about it but he didn't see how else to go about this at the moment. Almost a clear sign he was at the end of his rope.
“This is one of those situations of where they say 'Damned if you do and Damned if you don't'. Even if no one believes her that she was raped by Spider-Man, there's no way a piece of gossip like that won't hit the internet within the week.”
“So you are going to take the wait-and-see-and-stupidly-hope-the-fallout-won't-be-so-bad approach.” Peter's reflection said while crossing his arms and taking a stance that clearly said 'Could you do an even stupider move that than?'
“You know as well as I do that the second I turn myself in, every single bad guy I stopped and left webbed up for the cops to take away are going to come gunning after me just for vengeance alone. Then there's going to be idiots who will try to use me to make a quick buck. I mean, that one woman I saved when the Hulk came to New York and caused some debris to fall which almost hit her. When they interviewed her, the last thing she said to the camera after saying it was my fault for everything in the first place that she wanted to know who to sue for her emotional distress as well as physical endangerment.”
“Yeah and there's a girl living with you that wants you dead because she thinks you killed her father. You didn't turn yourself in when that fake Spider-Man was going around ruining your good name.”
Peter couldn't help but actually be angry at his reflection when it said that. “That's completely different!”
“Is it?”
Peter's dumbfounded expression wasn't in his reflection after being asked that.
“You chose to be Spider-Man because of what Uncle Ben taught you. When he said, 'With great power, there must also come great responsibility' did you really understand the meaning of that or did you just half-listen to him because you let the teenage drama in your life get the better of you that night?”
“What the Hell is your point?” Peter didn't realize how frustrating he was becoming with his own reflection.
“When Captain America became the symbol for the Allied Forces during World War II, he also became a symbol for the Axis Powers but one of fear and hatred. He took on both sides of the responsibility being Captain America, a hero and an enemy. You took on half of the responsibility being Spider-Man, protecting the people of the city but you didn't think about what it would mean about stopping those that don't care what happens to the innocent. About what would happen when people, both the good and the bad, would start to realize there is someone out there who operates outside the law.”
“So what you're basically saying is that I should take responsibility of the fact I had just rape a woman and only worry about the consequences that affect and not anyone else? Not even Aunt May?” Peter felt he had just come full circle and was nowhere near any real answer to his situation.
“No, you supreme idiot! I'm telling you what I tried to tell you last night! Become the spider!”:
Peter found himself again dumbfounded at what he was just told. “What the Hell are you saying?! You want me to go around raping any lone woman I find?! Are you out of your damn mind?!”
“Interesting choice of words at the moment but between the two of us, I'm not as idiotic as you are right now.” the reflection said before he raised his right arm and pointed his index finger right at Peter. “You let your instincts, the spider's instincts, control your actions ever since you got them. You felt you had no other choice but to screw Lori and Lana Baumgartner into submission because they had unmasked you and were going to sell your picture to whoever wanted the most. You wanted to form a team because of some realizations you've come across about what goes on in the world but haven't even done anything other than give in to your instinct and do whatever pleases them.”
Peter accepted that bit of information but was still hazy on the point he was being told. His counter part caught this and continued his explanation.
“Your current level of strength is as such that if you blocked someone's punch, you are more than capable of breaking their arm just by catching their fist in your hand. You've taken control of that since you knew it was more than possible you would seriously hurt if not kill someone if you didn't know the limits of your strength. You've taken control of everything except your instincts and this is what happens when you let it run wild. Spiders are hunters and take what they need, not what they want. Your instincts wanted that woman because you thought you felt your body needed her but it didn't. I tried to tell you that but you were only half-listening.”
Peter actually looked away from the mirror when the realization of what had happened dawn on him. Regardless of how his body felt before that moment with that street hooker, Peter realized he could have easily moved away from it and deal with the issue personally.
Rather reluctantly, Peter looked back at the mirror but this time he wasn't looking at himself. He was looking at Spider-Man.
“So here's the question that we both know you haven't asked yourself and it's about damn time that you do. Are you going to be Peter Parker....or are you going to be Spider-Man?”
Peter stood in silent after that question was said to him. Though he hadn't answered the question right away, the question itself began making connections that Peter hadn't even realized were there to be made.
Before he got his abilities, Peter never would have done anything that he had did before what happened to Uncle Ben. He would have easily remained a nerd that was the target of torment by a jock and his entourage. Peter knew he never would have openly challenge Flash like he had done when he saw the jock hitting on Mary Jane during gym after he had gotten his powers. There were so many things he wouldn't have done had he remaining being the ordinary nerd that he was before the spider bit him.
Peter did say that he would do his best to live to the teachings that his uncle had given before his untimely passing. But looking back on it, Peter saw that he was still thinking like that idiot teenager he had briefly become.
Having been given all those abilities of a spider was clearly a game changer but Peter didn't even bother to listen to the rules the game he was now in. He wasn't just playing the game but letting the game play him and believing whatever victories he obtained were the result of him making the smart move at the time.
Looking over to where his costume was hidden, Peter took only a minute before he made his decision. One he knew he should have made a helluva lot sooner than he did now.
Peter walked over to and retrieved the mask of his costume and held it with both hands. He looked right in the eyes of the mask and voiced his answer to the question.
“I'm Peter Parker....but when I put on the uniform, I am Spider-Man.”

Next Chapter: Assembling the Teams Part Four.
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Apologies for the late update. Wrote myself into a corner several times and had to start over. The next chapter of this story will come out a lot sooner since I had already begun working on it but this was needed to help better establish that upcoming chapter.
Now, things are going start getting more serious. As much as I would like to write about Spider-Man scoring with different women on a regular basis, it's time to kick this story in gear.
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