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Spider's Web Trilogy - The Spider's Bite	By : Shadow-Of-The-Guardian Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Spiderman Views: 195402 -:- 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: Wrote in some back story to help explain certain situations that will happen later on for certain characters.
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Chapter 19: Night Predators

It was nighttime when a lone woman that had been sitting in a rundown apartment had left to fulfill her intentions within the city.
For some time now, this particular individual had been preparing herself for what had become almost the complete driving force in her life now. So much so that she had gone to certain lengths she had only dared to dream of doing. Such lengths as taking something she had seen several times at a local pawn shop on her nights of doing her 'special trade'.
It was always strange that, in retrospect, out of all the things that were in display in the shop's main window, it was something that didn't look valuable that caught her eye the most. She had always wondered what reason there could be for that and now she knew why.
Sometimes there is a treasure to be found in the most unlikely of places.
Of course the store owner didn't want to part with such an item after learning how much value she had put on it. He changed his mind after being 'enlightened' to the real cost of denying her 'other self' and her desires.
Not too long after obtaining her new accessory, she went through her entire wardrobe and deemed that she was in need of clothes. The kind that they all could agree on for their new take on life. Going to a store that she and the 'others' felt was completely overpriced for some very tasteful leather outfits.
Liberating several outfits and some designer make-up was a bit of a rush for her since it wasn't the usual storeroom snatch like she did as a teenager. The store's security guard tried to apprehend her but the futile attempt wouldn't have been so funny if she hadn't set fire to the man's pants and sent him flying into a very flammable clothing display.
The resulting fire in the store was more than enough to cause a commotion for her to escape completely unnoticed. She couldn't help but smile at how much media coverage her little shopping spree got her but also felt a hint of anger in that it didn't get the kind of attention she was really going for. It was probably why she even stole from a jewelry store not two blocks away from the fire she started the following day.
Mary Walker was more than just determined to get the attention of a particular someone on this night. Someone that she had come to realize that she could not live without, that she felt a kind of love that she had never felt before. Someone that she wouldn't rest until his still beating heart was in her hands just moments before it stopped in front of the very man's face.
It was why she had taken the Japanese katana from the pawn shop. One of them remembered reading about how seeing their heart make it's last motion of life was something of an honor in ancient times. That or just using a very long and sharp object against the vigilante seemed more worthwhile than just bludgeoning the guy to death.
Of course, one of them was against the idea of looking for Spider-Man. Having said how badly they had been hurt by him and that he was stronger than either of them somehow ended up being the main arguments for the others as to why they should seek him out.
For the time being only one of them stayed silent while the other two went on the hunt for the spider.
Walking down the streets with no particular destination in mind, Mary made sure that her actions easily gained anyone's attention. Her outfit, which was more risque than what she had wore before, definitely got onlookers' attention.
Black leather hot pants with black lace fishnet stalkings made up her lower clothing in what Mary believed made her smoking hot legs and ass even hotter. Her short biker boots were black leather too but with the steel spikes on them made them have the feel that she wasn't just a rebel but possibly a dangerous one. Her black leather jacket had a steel shoulder guard on her right shoulder with a looping steel chain on her left shoulder. Her tank top barely reached passed her breasts and was virtually all see-through save her just the nipple areas of her tits. This wasn't a coincidence since Mary had gotten some tattoo and piercing work done recently on her navel area and wanted to show it off.
Mary didn't care how the cold night air felt against most of her exposed skin. Maybe it was one of the reasons why, known only to her at the moment, when she applied her make-up that she had only covered half of her face with the snow white-colored makeup. Probably to signify to others that she was as both intensely cold and hot at the same time.
Overall, Mary knew that she was definitely far sexier than she was before her encounter with Spider-Man.
What she wore when she worked the corner was only meant to imply she was a professional. Even Mary knew that most of the men she encountered, including the cops that would harass her from time time, didn't really need all that incentive to even come around sniffing her goods. Show them off her tight ass in any kind of shorts and even a blind man would come looking around.
Even now she was also conveying something new and exciting for her. Mary had never once thought of her being the kind of woman that was 'look but don't touch' type.
But now?
Well, she may allow only one to touch her while the rest she would have to establish the fact that she was more like a blood rose now. Beautiful in looks but very dangerous to touch.
However, back to the matter at hand, Mary contemplated what tactics she should employ to gain a certain individual's attention.
Mary's contemplation didn't last long before the general direction that she was walking in brought her to a local bar that many in the neighborhood kept away from. A chapter of the Hell's Angel motorcycle club had established it as their own personal watering hole. They method the bikers used in establishing this fact to the public was rather brutal but unquestionable to say the least. So much so that even the police stopped coming by entirely. Whatever patrol routes they took that came even close to the bar itself had changed to where any patrol cars on duty never even came more than five city blocks.
Mary Walker had never thought of a more perfect situation to use in her favor than now.
The woman made sure her way of walking would easily gain the attention of the opposite sex. Sure the others agreed that it wouldn't take much to get leather-wearing, beer-soaked, one-pump-chumps bikers' attention but Mary herself wanted to add some more fun to what she had planned. Her kind of fun to be precise.
There were six bikers in front of the bar, all of which had an open beer bottle in their hands. It was clear they were having a good time with all the laughing and shouting. Especially when one of them finished drinking their beer and seeing if they could take out a window from the building across the street. From the look of the windows on the first and second level of the building, probably only two of them were still sober enough to make the throw. The one who was trying now clearly wasn't sober since he didn't make the step itself to throw his bottle. He landed right on his backside in the middle of his throw.
“Clive, you silly fucker! You keep telling everyone you can drink anyone under the table and still be able to shoot the nuts off of a squirrel at the same time!” One biker said while laughing at Clive's failing attempts to get back to his feet.
“Fuck you, Earl! I can still kick your ass!” Clive replied but fell backwards on his own ass.
“Oh, go easy on the old geezer fuck. He hasn't been the same since his old lady left him.” Another biker said while helping Clive back to his feet.
“Left him? Who the fuck is Clive kidding? He traded her for another bike since the engine locked up on his last one. Now the booze hound can't find another to suck his tic-tac dick.”
“Fuck you, Jones!” Clive tried to throw a punch but he telegraphed it so clearly that Jones side stepped it.
Being drunk, off-balance, and putting everything he could muster into the punch, Clive essentially threw himself forward several feet before he fell down hard on the sidewalk. This made the other bikers laugh all the more while Clive himself started to wallow in self-pity while he slowly got back to his feet.
“Why find a new 'old lady' when you can go after a new one?”
That Clive and the other bikers' attention when they heard that. All of them saw who had spoken and each found themselves clearly staring at the goods that Mary Walker was putting on display.
Mary walked up to Clive and lowered herself at the knees to face the man since he himself was still on his hands and knees at the moment. Again, Mary showed herself off by making sure that Clive had a direct line of sight at the spot between her legs since she had them spread open.
“So how about it? Does a hardcore biker like you actually have what it takes to get another lady friend or are you content with having your right hand doing all the work?” Mary asked but continued before any of them could reply to her statement. “Guess that means you'll have to free up your schedule in the foreseeable future Earl. Or is Jones more than happy to be Clive's right hand?”
Mary actually found it amusing how her words seemed to strike more than one nerve with the group outside of the bar. It was the reaction some of them was hoping for from these men while one of them was still against the whole idea in the first place.
“Want to say that to my face, bitch?” Jones asked while walking right up to Mary.
Mary only smiled in response before standing up and got real close to Jones.
“You know, when they say puff out one's chest, I think we'll all agree that women make a better example of that than most men.” Mary kept her smile in place but narrowed her eyes to convey an undeniable message within her next words to everyone present. “Although, now that I see it up close, there are some here that are in more need of a bra than I am. Maybe even a pair of lace panties since I can tell who here is smooth as a Ken doll.”
Not caring if her words were directed at him personally or not, Jones' first reaction to Mary's insult was to go back on his 'tough guy' instinct. He let out a kind of growl before pulling back his right fist and sent it flying at Mary. The woman already knew what the biker was going to do and how to, very easily, counter the move without so much as breaking the proverbial sweat.
Her reflexes were faster than the bikers so he was completely caught off-guard when Mary brought up one hand to not only block his punch but also grab his wrist and used the man's forward momentum to actually flip the biker right onto his back. Mary followed up on her movement by turning around on one heel and then bringing the other leather boot's heel straight down on Jones' balls. Even though it was more of a glancing blow with her heel hitting the payment to stop, Mary was more than satisfied that she done the right amount of damage she had intended. Jones groaned out loudly while trying to roll away from Mary while both his hands were covering his damaged organ.
“Guess he wasn't as smooth as a Ken doll. How about the rest of you?” Mary watched the others to gauge their reaction to their fallen 'comrade'.
Two of the bikers quickly showed they carried some rather wicked looking switchblades while another brought out what looked like a retractable billy club. Their faces easily told Mary that they were looking for a fight and didn't care if the numbers were in their favor.
Mary only smiled in response. It was actually what she was hoping for the moment she saw all of them in front of the bar.
“Well, lets see what kind of pairs all of you got.” Mary said, the excitement she was feeling was clearly in her words.
Under normal circumstances, one person against a whole biker gang that was armed with everything from knives to sidearms and said person is only armed with a katana, it might've been seen as one-sided. It was more or less the core reason as to why no one in the establishment even bothered to notify the police of the fight that was going to take place.
But in the end when the smoke cleared and the last beer bottle fell to the floor and shattered, it was clear that all the members of the biker gang were outmatched from the start. Each biker that tried to take on Mary last only as long as she wanted them to last. Even the ones that used their guns didn't even get a chance to fire off a round. Because of her hidden talents, Mary caused the gunpowder in the bullets to combust before any of the armed bikers was even able to pull the trigger.
Mary found the bikers' reaction to their hands being blown to pieces right in front of them very amusing. She did throw in a couple remarks about how even if they lived through this, their weekends alone with their 'lover' were over.
Some of the bikers did escape once they figured out that Mary wasn't some ordinary-looking street hooker with a sword. She figured that it was when she grabbed one of the bikers' weapon which was a pool cue and set it ablaze in her after catching it was when the bikers started to catch on the fact they were outmatched.
Then again, it was probably when someone tried to use a length of metal chains as a makeshift whip against her did they realize what Mary could really do. It did hurt her hand when she caught the chain but the look of surprise from the biker when she started to heat it up to the point of melting made up for it.
Well, that and when she threw the super-heated chain and made it wrap around his head. His screams of pain made up for the pain in her hand.
Looking at her proverbial 'handiwork', Mary felt satisfaction in that she accomplished what she had set out to do. But she did also want to make sure no misinterpretation of her actions were made when the cops and media people came to the bar to find out what happened.
“Hey, the two of you hiding behind the bar, sitting in your own piss!” Mary yelled out in general but knew her intended targets heard her. When no form of response happened, Mary decided to make sure that they were aware that she was aware of where they hiding by taking one of the billiard balls from a nearby pool table and set it ablaze before casually tossing it behind the bar counter-top.
When the two women jump from their hiding spot to avoid the flames, they both acted like the proverbial deer-caught-in-the-headlights when both locked eyes with Mary who only gave them a smile that did anything but put them at ease.
“Now that I've got your attention, make sure to tell the cops when they get here that I'm on the lookout for someone and they know who he is.” Mary said before walking up to one of the women and pointed her weapon to where it was just a few inches away from her face. “Now repeat after me: Bloody Mary is coming for you.”
The woman shook her head in compliance so fast that Mary thought the woman would get some kind of neck whiplash. But Mary momentarily lost her sense of humor when the woman didn't repeat what she had told her to say. It was only when Mary made her katana become coated in flames did the woman repeat what Mary said over and over.
“Good. Now, I would clear out before the building finishes burning to the ground if I were you.” Mary said before she began walking towards the exit.
The two women didn't get a chance to ask what Mary had meant by the before Mary used the flames that were around her katana and sent them flying like a wave throughout the bar. The fight had caused enough alcohol and other flammable liquids to be splattered all over the place. The number of fires that Mary had started with this one move was more than enough to ensure the bar would be destroyed by the time the firefighters arrived on the scene.
Mary just casually walked away from the whole scene. She herself didn't care that there were unconscious people still inside the bar and that they were more than likely going to die in the next couple of minutes.
However, there was someone that didn't like the fact Mary was walking away from impending murders and voiced her opinion as strongly as she could.
“You didn't need to leave that big of a body count back there.” Mary said loud enough to be heard.
“Aw, fuck off Mary! We need to leave a big enough mark that makes it clear that it was me that did it and, for fuck's sake, not you.”
“You just did all that because you wanted prove you live up to the name you gave yourself.”
“Well, fuck yeah! How would that Spider-Fuck feel if 'Mary' was coming for him and not 'Bloody'? Then again, you did come for him when he took your ass that night.”
“We were raped! I didn't like what he did and I know you didn't either but we all know our body reacted the way it did for some reason.”
“Can't argue with that Bloody. We know he wasn't the typical limp dick punk looking for a dry hump that we usually dealt with.” A third voice joined in on the conversation.
Bloody Mary just groaned loudly when she heard the other voice. Dealing with Mary was simply enough at times because Bloody Mary viewed her as the one without a real spine but the other was like her in that she didn't back down easy. “Don't matter if he was half-ant, half-bee, or even half-fucking-dung beetle. It was the man-part that did the deed and that alone is reason enough to kill all of Spider-Man.”
“As much as I want to see him dead like the rest of you, there is still one thing that makes it problem about what you did, Bloody.” Mary said that got the attention of the other two.
“Always nitpicking the little piddly shitting things. What is it that you think that I did wrong back there, besides what else you considered obvious?” Bloody Mary asked in an exasperated tone of voice.
“That woman you told to repeat what you said to the police, you didn't tell her to say 'Spider-Man' at all. We all know that for a fact that there are other vigilantes in the city. There's that Punisher guy who doesn't hesitate to put a bullet in a common criminal not to mention Daredevil and last I checked, we're near the area that a lot of people still considered to be part of Hell's Kitchen. For all the damage and dead bodies you left back there, none of it says that we're trying to get one particular vigilante's attention.”
Bloody Mary stopped dead in her tracks before letting out an audible “Fuck” when she came to the realization of her mistake.
“Well, no point in going back and writing on the cement with your sword who we are and who we're gunning after. At least we're going to bring some attention to ourselves that'll make the morning paper.”
“Oh, fuck off Typhoid! We all know your idea of attracting Spider-Man's attention is just another smug attempt at trying to prove you're superior to the rest of us.” Bloody Mary had wished more than ever before that she could use her weapon to kill that part off. Maybe at the very least silence her forever.
“Let's recap my idea and compare it to your recent actions. You thought taking down a biker bar would get and only get Spider-Man's attention. My idea of getting his attention was to attack the place that tends to talk about him the most. The newspaper/media source The Daily Bugle. Sure we would run into heavier resistance than we did at the biker bar but the attack would spread fast and it wouldn't take long before Spider-Man would show up to do what all heroic vigilantes do in their pajamas.” Typhoid Mary's tone of voice did have a hint of superiority to it but it was almost a given since she believed herself to be the intelligent one of the three.
Mary didn't want the other two to continue their argument since they were all just standing in one spot that was about two blocks away from the burning bar and police sirens could be heard in the distant and where approaching fast. “Can we finish elsewhere? Once those police get here, they won't hesitate to shoot us and say they were defending themselves against a rogue mutant.”
“As much as I loathe to admit it, Mary's right.” Bloody Mary looked in the general direction where she could hear the sirens and guess how long before they reach the city block. “But this is not over. Not by a fucking long shot.”
“Don't worry. I'm with the group and we all want Spider-Man dead.” Typhoid Mary said casually while Bloody Mary only scoffed in response.
“I think I'm the only one who wants him fucking dead and you two want him fucking.” Bloody Mary added before the three of them began running away.
So busy were they in their conversation, none of them were aware of the fact that they had an audience that heard everything that was said. It was a homeless man that had been on the streets for the better part of a decade and even he had seen much despite living in what was labeled as one of the worst neighborhoods.
Looking back down the street and noticing in the distance of a building on fire, the homeless man came to one conclusion that made sense to him with what he knew about this part of the city.
“Not the first person to talk to themselves after leaving that bar. Not even the first time that bar caught fire either. Must be a Wednesday.” the homeless man said outloud while taking another sip of his whiskey he had in his brown paper bad. “Ahh...but probably the prettiest looking drunk ever to come from that bar.”

-Baumgartner's Apartment-

Lori Baumgartner remembered the time when she first began breast-feeding her daughter not too long after she was first born. She was given all sort of pamphlets and advice on what to do and what to expect during those times. Things like how sore her nipples would get after the feeding and how her body would react at times by producing more breast milk which would make her breast bigger than her bras could handle. There were several times that Lori remembered she had to go bra-less because of the fact what she had wasn't big enough.
And how a lot of her male co-workers took notice of that fact on those days. Even after having Lana, Lori managed to keep her figure relatively the same which of the collective opinions of the male side of the human species that worked along side her all agreed she was 'smokin' hot'. More than a couple of times did Lori let one of her co-workers into her bed to help satisfy an itch that grew because of her inability to find enough free time after becoming a mother.
Those partners in bed did succeed at the very least in getting rid of the itch but just barely.
Then again, with everything that Lori has experienced from what she now considered a fateful encounter with a teenage vigilante, she figured that all of her previous partners in the sack were all just a quick fling at best.
The ones that did do more than just hump her until they climaxed barely a minute later couldn't make her feel what she felt at the moment. However, it may be an unfair comparison since these two definitely had a lot of practice in what they were doing but all those others individuals claimed they were 'stallions' in the bedroom.
Lori momentarily forgot the reason why she was thinking about her breasts back when she was first nursing her daughter when Lana and Jessica decided to do more than just drink from them. Lana decided to squeeze Lori's left tit and pull more on the nipple. Whether it was an attempt to get more of her breast milk or to help stimulate the tit itself didn't really much matter for Lori. But it was when Jessica reached down with her hand and began fingering her pussy and started making it get wet that Lori decided to really get into the morning activities.
It was a little tricky but Lori did manage to reach down to both girls' respective pussies and began rubbing them as well. Lana increased her actions on Lori's nipple by using her teeth to pull on it. Lori hissed in pain but there was enough pleasure that came from this act to overshadow it. It wasn't more than a couple of moments later did Lori hiss again in pain when she felt what could be none other than Jessica's fang piercing her other nipple. That hurt more than what her daughter did to her other nipple but the sensation of Jessica basically drinking her breast milk directly completely overshadowed the pain itself.
Both teenage girls moaned in pleasure as they continued to drink from Lori's breasts. Their bodies began to react to the mature woman's finger motions. It clearly told Lori that the girls wanted more, of what they were taking and what Lori was giving to them at the same time.
Lori had enough presence of mind to try a trick she had been thinking about for some time now. She felt now was as good a time as any and she had two test subjects to try the idea out on. However, Lori had to wait until the two teenager had their fill of her breast milk.
Lana was the first to finish by letting out a loud gasp for air which told Lori that her daughter had been holding her breath for some time. Jessica followed suit but also licked her lips and Lori's tit clean when she finished.
Lana gave her mother's nipple a couple of more licks before speaking up to her fellow bed mates. “You know, whoever created that saying about how milk is good for you and helps a young body to big and strong wasn't fucking kidding.”
“Watch your tongue, young lady.” Lori knew it was easily a contradiction of sorts in that fact that she was trying to keep her daughter on a morally right path even though everything in their daily lives wasn't following along the lines of normal morality.
“I do, mother. How else will I know that I'm licking my mother's pussy and my father's cock just right?” Lana replied while taking a kneeling position in front of her mother.
“Father? Oh yeah, that's right. Peter mention something about that last night.” Jessica said before she took a similar kneeling position in front of Lori as well. “Don't worry, I'm not going to make any kind of judgment on that.”
“Well, gotta say that surprises the fuck out of me. But I'm still going to ask, why the fuck not?” Lana asked while giving Jessica Drew the kind of look that easily told her that Lana was looking for any hint of a lie in her words.
“Lets recap our current situation. I'm a teenager that was once kidnapped and was experimented on until I have similar abilities to those of Peter Parker making both of us half-spider. The both of you not only have the ability to fire a destructive energy blast and were once a criminal mother/daughter duo, but the both of you don't really care about the obvious fact that we're part of a group of females that are more than willing to share one man. To make any kind of judgment would be a kind of hypocrisy, don't you think?”
Jessica gauged the reaction of the Baumgartners to see if they understood her point. She saw that Lori thought it over for about a moment before giving a nod of agreement towards Jessica and then turned her attention to Lana. The teenage girl looked as thought she was doing all she could to pick apart what Jessica had said in her mind but came up with nothing at the moment.
Lori saw that her daughter was thinking too hard on something that she believed was inconsequential and decided to get Lana's mind off of it.
“Stop thinking about that and start thinking about this.” Lori said just before she made both teenage girls change their sitting position into where they were both on their hands and knees with their naked asses facing Lori.
This act surprised both of the teenagers and made them curious on what exactly the mature woman had in mind. Looking back and seeing Lori bringing her hands together in what looked like she doing some kind of prayer made them even more curious of what she was planning.
“I learned something interesting about our shared powers and tried it a couple of times. Believe me, you're going to like this.” Lori said before she moved both of her now glowing hands towards the girls' naked rears and pushed her index and middle fingers into the girls' pussies and her thumb directly into their anus.
Even before the moment the girls felt Lori's hands making contact, they could feel some form of heat coming from them. The heat they felt from her hands wasn't serious but it was noticeable. It became even more noticeable when Lori's fingers penetrated their sensitive areas and the heat flooded through their body almost like a wildfire.
Hearing both Lana and Jessica gasp in pleasure to just feeling the heat from her hands, Lori stepped it up by moving her fingers and thumbs in opposite motions in where her fingers went in deep in the girls' pussies and her thumb pulled back just enough before her thumbs went in as deep as they could and her fingers pulled back. Lori also made the motion of pushing forward and pulling back on the lower portion of of the girls' bodies. It was a bit tricky to do so in keeping the rhythm of what her fingers were doing and maintaining the low level of power she was utilizing.
Lori had come across this idea when she wondered if her powers could be more precise than just simply a grenade launcher or bazooka. That idea led to several experiments until she tried it on herself when she realized how warm her hands could be in this state. First it was a massage for sore muscles like in her arms and legs before it became what she was now doing to Jessica and Lana.
Lori could only smile at what she personally knew what these girls were feeling. Her smile became just a little wider when she felt the steady flow of the girls' lust juices coming from their pleasured holes. This made the woman put more effort into her actions which in turned made the girls respond in kind. The elder Baumgartner could tell the girls were responding virtually the same way as if they had a cock in their holes from the way they were actually pushing themselves back onto Lori's hands. She could even see their naked bodies were beginning to be covered in sweat. It didn't matter to Lori if it was because the girls' bodies were reaching their limits from the pleasure they were feeling or if she was somehow raising their body temperature because of how she was using her powers on them. All the mattered for Lori was the girls enjoying every single moment before they hit their orgasmic limits.
Jessica and Lana let out a yell at the same time and released practically the same amount of their sex essence from Lori's actions. Both girls fell to the bed, gasping for breath with their eyes having a glazed over look at the same time.
Seeing her hands coated in both of the girls' juices, Lori licked her hands clean while enjoying each distinct taste of the girls. If she had to make a comparison, it was like how the girls were like lemon juice and orange juice.
After seeing that the girls were up on cloud nine, Lori felt that she needed some release herself. She deserved some fun since both girls started on her tits while she was still asleep.
Lana could barely think after the orgasm hit her. Her mind told her that it usually took a cock in her pussy to get cum like that but what her mother just did to her was excitedly new and easily unique. Her mind was so fixated on what she experienced and how she wanted to experience it again as soon as possible that Lana didn't really registered the fact that her mother lifted her left leg up and brought her pleasure-racked body closer to her own.
But she easily became aware of her surroundings when she felt something press against her vagina and began stimulating it by rubbing up against it hard. Lana looked back to see what was happening and saw that her mother was doing the scissoring move with her, whether she wanted to or not.
Lori had draped her daughter's leg over her shoulder while moving her hips so as to rub her pussy against her daughter's. This was essentially the first time they had ever done this which made Lana wonder why they never tried it before now. It may not have been a cock inside of her wet pussy but the sensation was unique enough to where she wanted more of it.
The mother kept up her pace of rubbing against her daughter's pussy. She didn't really care that her daughter had basically gone limp. Lana wasn't even holding onto the bed like she usually does whenever she was on the receiving end of being pleasured. Lori didn't take it as an insult from her daughter since she knew that whenever she was passed her limit of conscious thought when it came to sex, Lana was just like any other female. The mature woman had previous experiences with other woman in her teenage years and learned that when their mind is basically blissed-out, their bodies still acknowledge the pleasure sensation done to it but it is all they feel.
Lori knew her daughter could feel what she was doing to her sex area. She could feel it herself as well but Lana didn't last as long as Lori wanted her to. It felt like that at best Lori was half way there for her release before Lana screamed in orgasmic bliss and her body reacted again by releasing more of her lust juices.
Not about to let her failure at achieving her own climax with her daughter stand, Lori looked over to Jessica and seemed to have given the teenage girl a look that seemed to worry her. It looked to Jessica that Lori had a hungry look in her eyes before she quickly moved and positioned herself to perform the scissoring move on her.
This time around, Lori really put more effort into her motions against Jessica's pussy. So much so that she was starting to actually lift Jessica's lower half body up each time she pushed against it. When Lori had done this with her daughter, Lana was laying on her stomach the entire time. But with Jessica being on her back, Lori found that she could do more in her motions. This was made clear to Lori when she noticed the teenage girl's fangs were out. Whenever Jessica was too excited or lost in whatever moment was happening, her fangs were out for all the world to see. That was more than enough to tell Lori that what she was doing to the teenager was definitely something Jessica was deeply enjoying. Her gasps and yells of pleasure were a nice touch but not as much of a tell as her fangs being exposed.
Lori herself grunted in both response to her effort and to what she was feeling in her sex area. To make sure she didn't miss out on her turn to achieve bliss, Lori started rubbing her pussy as best as she could while it was still being pressed and rubbed hard against Jessica's.
The mature woman's effort in rubbing her pussy against the teenager's was not only causing the lower half of the teenage girl's body to lift up but the bed was now responding by shifting back in forth in sync with Lori's movements.
It was only because of Jessica's enhanced stamina that she lasted as long as she did but the way her pussy was being stimulated was too much before her body reacted. Jessica let out an orgasmic yell just as her sex exploded and unleashed pure lust juice. Lori achieved her ascension to cloud nine at the same time to and it was indeed satisfying but not as mind-blowing as it was for Jessica. It was clear to see that at the moment that for the teenager, her mind was overloaded with the best possible feeling one could feel with their whole body.
Both teenagers were out like the proverbial light and were quietly sleeping on the bed. Lori herself had to take a moment to catch her breath and let her heart rate come back down. She enjoyed the bliss that washed over her body and left a lingering feeling as it faded away.
Taking stock of her current surroundings, Lori knew that she would have to get the bedsheets washed again. And she just had them changed yesterday too.
“Has to be some kind of record for the amount of times the bed spread gets washed. The only other people who might give this problem I have to deal with that might give me th the proverbial run for the money might be porn stars.” Lori said outloud to herself.
Despite her words, Lori knew that it wasn't herself that washed the bed spreads virtually everyday of the week. Their apartment had it's own maid service and they were good what they did but Lori figured that about now they were probably getting tired of washing sheets that stunk of sweat and sex. No doubt some of the women on the crew were probably getting a little envious that there was such an activity of sex in her living areas or they were disgusted because of the level of activity of sex in this area.
Not that it matter much to her what public opinion said about her. She knew for a fact it would really go off the wall if and when they learned that one of her partners was her own daughter who was all too willing to share someone who the law considered to be minor when it came to acts of intimacy.
Lori couldn't help but let a smile form on her face when those thoughts entered into her mind. How if she was anyone else, even if she was one of the crazy homeless people in the city that claimed they were either the devil or the their savior, she would have found it so disgusting of the idea of a mother and her daughter having sex together that she might've called the police the very second she found out about it. Even during her brief time as a super-powered thief, Lori knew there was a part of her that would feel the pull of morality in that learning a mother and daughter committing incest acts and to act up said pull of morality.
“Things sure have changed.” Lori said to herself again before slowly removing herself from the bed and allowing her daughter and housemate to sleep in peace. It was a bit ironic in that she was letting them sleep when she woke up to the two of them going on her tits like her breast milk was absolutely needed in order to live. Sure the sensation of their actions wasn't unpleasant but considering how sore her tits and nipples felt, Jessica and Lana had to have been at it for at least a good while before their actions awoke her.
Looking down on her naked form and seeing the state of her breasts, Lori felt them and came to the conclusion that they were definitely bigger. Bigger when compared to how they swelled up after Lori had finished breast feeding Lana when she was a baby. Lori stopped her self-examination after she had accidentally brushed one of her nipples and it sent a jolt of pleasure through her body. Her cravings were satisfied at the moment and as much as wanted to indulge said cravings again, there were some things she wanted to take of first.
After putting on a black silk robe to cover her naked form, but just barely since she didn't bother fully tying the robe close and it was just long enough to barely cover the fact she wasn't wearing any panties, Lori walked into the living room area of the expensive apartment and sat herself down in front of her personal laptop she left on the coffee table.
Bringing up a program that was designed for the application of clothing design, actually was meant more those who were into cosplay and wanted to design possibly the most outrageous costumes ever, Lori decided to spend some more time on the quiet little project she had been working on. Lori started it on her own when Jessica Drew came home one night with a costume she had made herself.
In fact, it was still part of the plan to where herself, her daughter and Jessica were going to come out as a new superhero team that work alongside Spider-Man. Peter was still relatively against the idea but he wasn't so against it lately. Lori wasn't sure but there had been something that changed within her lover and he wasn't about to let it be known anytime soon.
Maybe Peter was finally starting to come to terms with what he was doing with multiple women, two of them being Lori and her daughter. Or maybe he was worried about S.H.I.E.L.D. coming after them and the only way to deal with that possibility was to be a team.
Of course, what were the odds of them being able to handle powerhouses like Thor or Iron Man never mind Captain America?
Lori decided to worry about it later since if such a scenario hadn't happened yet, then they had some time to prepare for it.
Looking back at the laptop's screen image of her outfit and the one she had planned for her daughter, Lori decided to do some minor adjustments again to it. She would have preferred that the materials that they had on hand were of the military-grade kind. Be nice to have something that could withstand a bullet and maybe even fireproof considering her and her daughter's powers.
Even if it was possible to buy said materials with the leftover 'funds' she had, Lori knew that there would be too many eyes watching the travel plans of something that even though civilians could purchase but do not have a reason to buy something of that nature for in-home usage only. There might be something she can acquire later on to make the costumes more than just flashy but what she could get now that wouldn't raise suspicion would have to do.
The original outfits that herself and her daughter wore were nothing more than the kind party girls wore at college, street racing or the kind of dive where they say 'real rap is done here on the east coast'.
Lori wasn't about to tell her daughter that she went to such places back during her hellion days. And more than once did she do something that could be seen in some of the current rap music videos but would be the more tame version. If her daughter ever found out that some of the things she did back then, whatever authority she might still have over her would go right out the window and leave a mark on the payment when it hit the ground.
There was one part of her history that if Lana learned of, there would be no way that her daughter wouldn't bring it up at least once a week. It all happened not too long after Lori's own tits finally came out and she couldn't help but enjoy the attention she was getting from her sizable cleavage.

-Past-

Lori and her friend Shanna were clearly having a good time from the amount of laughter that was coming from the two of them. They were both on the subway line with their destination being to a new club. A club that where the word on the street was that it was the place to be if you had to be anywhere in the city.
Both teenage girls were excited since in their views, going to a recently opened night club that was attracting all kind of people who were connected to the music and movie industry, then it also meant they had a chance at scoring fame and being set for life.
Wasn't the best idea for two teenage girls but both of them were of the opinion that working behind a counter top at a fast food place is the same as being slowly dissolved in a vat of acid.
“When we get there, you remember what to do?” Shanna asked Lori.
“Of course I remember. I may not get the good grades in school but I definitely have the street smarts like you.”
“Street smarts, maybe. Fashion sense, not so much until recently. If I hadn't given your wardrobe a serious overhaul and makeup options a few...many more options to choose from.”
Lori gave her friend a pop in the arm after hearing that. “Wasn't you who told me that as long as the goods are showing for all the world to see, even painting your face to look like a clown wouldn't matter?”
“That's because there are people out there who are into horror clown fetishes. If you ever perfect the art of blowing up a balloon with just your vagina, then you know you'll make a lot of potential clients happy.”
That earned her another shot in the arm by Lori. “Ya know, ever since that time you dared me to do what that french porn actress Sylvia Kristel did with that cigarette in that movie we watched, I swear you will always find some way to enter it into a conversation.”
“And you blame me for it? I was like you, I thought it was some kind of camera trick. I mean, who can actually take a puff off of a lit cigarette? And then you're all like, 'I think I can do it.' Makes me wonder what would happen if you took a drag off of a joint instead of a cigarette, like what kind of high can you get off of that?”
“Try it and you'll find out.”
Shanna looked at Lori with shock when she realized that her friend had actually tried something like it. This was also reinforced when Lori had a rather smug smile on her face that told Shanna two things. The first was that not only had Lori done so with a marijuana joint but she has done it a couple of more times if Shanna had to make a guess. The other that Shanna could hazard a guess on was that there was maybe something to act itself if Lori had done it more than just once out of curiosity.
As much as Shanna wanted to learn more, she decided that it was something to be discussed at a later time.
Shanna had gotten as much information as she could about the new club they were heading and decided to go over it one more time. She admitted it was more word-of-mouth but she said that she trusted her sources of information.
“So you're sure that a couple of up-and-coming rap stars are going to be there?” Lori asked in all seriousness.
“Of course. From what my friend Isabella said, all rappers that are in New York always go to clubs like these in order to spread whatever rep they have at the moment. They also go there to pick up everything from girls to drugs and everything in-between. We just gotta make sure we're something they didn't expect to pick up but are damn glad that they did.”
“And what makes us any different than the typical prostitute that trolls these same clubs? Actually, how do we make ourselves any different than the typical prostitute that trolls these same clubs is what we should be worrying about, right?”
“Hell yeah!” Shanna showed her confidence by standing up and taking the kind of stance that screamed both 'look at me' and 'don't touch if you want to live'. “This is how we make sure anyone who sees us knows the difference. We make look like professionals that they may be used to dealing with but we are certainly aren't even close to that low quality.”
“Don't let a professional hooker hear you say that. You know they take pride in what they do.” Lori replied but found that even she didn't wholly believe what she had just said.
“They take it in the pussy, the ass, and in the face. Even you'll agree with me that if there was an analogy that could be applied to them, it would be tires.”
Lori had heard a lot of strange things come from her friend, and some of them really defying the core concept of common sense, but most of the time Lori could follow Shanna's train of thought. This was one of the few times where Lori failed to make it passed the first step in Shanna's point.
Shanna let out a tired sigh before she elaborated her words since she figured her friend would've understood her meaning right away.
“No matter the size, big or small, you keep a high level of traffic going through that particular tunnel and the end result will not be pretty.”
“But you used a tunnel reference now but before you used a reference to tires. So which is it?” Lori was more confused now than before.
“Bit of both. The tunnel gets worn down and every tire that goes down that tunnel might as well be as bald. Slipping in and falling back while not getting anywhere.”
Lori looked at her friend and had the thought that Shanna might be a little too excited for their night adventure into the city. Excitement and nervousness being mixed together just before going to a place where liquor and drugs are served regularly to any paying patron.
It wasn't the first time they jumped off into the deep end of the pool but Lori felt that she and her friend could easily handle whatever might happened. As long as they made sure that their would-be hosts drank more than they did or were more buzzed by whatever it was they were into, Lori was more than sure of herself and of her friend being able to handle any kind of unexpected events that might happen.
Lori figured that since one time months ago when herself and Shanna went to a club where a shooting happened an hour after they had gotten inside the club itself, that was the worst that could happen at any club. The teenager figured that between the two of them was more than enough street smarts to get them out of any tight jam below dodging a bullet.
When they arrived at the new nightclub, which was called “Heaven's Sin”, Shanna and Lori had no trouble getting past the bouncers. As big and strong looking as they were, with two of them having neck that were bigger than either of Lori and Shanna's waist, both teenage girls had more than enough experience to sneak past them without so much as breaking their stride.
Cause a bit of a ruckus in the line of people who want to get into club and wait for the moment well all eyes are not on the front door. They didn't even have to worry about the coat checker in the club. The woman was of the mind that whoever got past the bouncers in the front were on the list of admittance. Had she took the second to question who they were, the woman might've found out that they weren't as old as they were making themselves out to be.
But it wasn't her job to question those that came into the club. Her boss told her flat out that all she had to do was make sure she took care of the people's coats and show off her pretty face and cleavage.
Once inside the club itself, Shanna and Lori found that half of their expectations were automatically fulfilled but some of those expectations were fairly obvious. Low lights in the blue-like color spectrum with throbbing dance and/or rap music playing in the background. Dance floor, which had multi-illuminated colored panels, was located in the middle of the club itself with people either doing unique dance moves or faking dance moves to not show they were having some kind of a seizure. The bar was serving drinks in spectacular fashion by tossing around liquor bottles in much the same way as circus jugglers.
But that wasn't what Shanna and Lori were looking for. It had been in their shared experience that anyone of importance that visited these clubs would be in areas either above the commotion or out of general sight. So what they were looking for was an area that they nicknamed, “The Sweet Spot.”
“So what'd ya think?!” Lori asked her friend, her voice having to be loud enough so Shanna could hear her clearly.
“I don't know. Looks like the ones on the floor around the dancers don't seem to be the kind of people we're looking for!” Shanna had to reply loudly as well despite the fact that the two of them were barely a yard apart from each other.
It took a while to really see the inside layout of the club because of the low lighting but eventually both girls could see how everything was really arranged.
The floor was meant for those who could get into the club. The people who would always be allowed into the club were located on what was the second floor located behind the bar area. It wasn't easy to see where they were standing but there was another bar area and where it was didn't have as many people as there were on the main floor.
“There! That looks like the VIP area!” Shanna said but didn't point it out to Lori. The reason behind her lack of action was she knew that even though it didn't look like it, she as well as Lori were aware that there were people inside that were on the lookout for those who might be up to more than just coming to the club for a good time.
That was a lesson the both of them had learned the hard way after their first time when they entered a club while being underage. Of course the bouncers for that club was as dumb as expected but there were more bouncers inside and they were actually the educated kind. Shanna and Lori got picked out right right away and where told not to come back to the club until they were twenty one. Between the two of them, Shanna was the one that tried to convince those bouncers that they were older than they looked.
While looking at the area that Shanna had notice but at an oblique angle so as to appear not directly looking at it, Lori took note of what the area that was above the main floor and opposite of the second floor bar. Out of the corner of her eyes, Lori could see that there was a small group of people and it looked like they were carrying on conversations but it didn't seem like they were having to raise their voices loud enough to be heard.
Even Shanna came to the same conclusion as Lori when they noticed some of the individuals laughing, like a joke had been told. With the changing of color of the club's interior lights helped Shanna and Lori to see that it was definitely a more secured area because of the light's reflections off the pane glass.
Both teenagers headed towards the bar that was closest to them in order to establish a spot where they could observe the club without drawing suspicion on them any time soon. Neither expected the bartender to check their ID's when they asked for a particular drink that was alcoholic but not strong enough to give them a buzz.
“So, what's the plan here? We can't just walk up to that part of the club and ask them to let us in.” Lori asked while taking a sip from her drink.
“Yeah. We gotta play the 'watch and wait' game. See which guys leaves the room and introduce ourselves to him just the right way.” Shanna replied while taking a sip from her drink as well. “Just remember the plan, if and when we get up there, we focus only on any big names we see there. We don't let whatever kind of entourage they might have keep us separate from them.”
To that both girls tapped their respective glass of drink against each other as acknowledgment for their agreed upon actions.
As both Lori and Shanna began their observation of anything and anyone of interest inside of the club, they were unaware that someone had been watching them the moment they came into his view.
Seeing that the both of them were to the specifications his guest wanted, the man called for one of his closest associates to bring them to up to the private party. The man went over to his high profile guest and asked him again if he still wanted what he had asked for earlier.
“Hell yeah! Besides, we gotta give the high-paying public a reason to come to Heaven's Sin. Many not be able to bring in the stripper and their poles just yet but we can start the party off with a real bang.”
The man who owned the club knew that in order to separate his place of business from all the others that existed in the city, to establish the fact that coming to this club would be the best choice you could make, there were some lines he would have to cross without so much as blinking an eye when the time came to make the choice. This was something he was more than aware of since everyone told him ahead of time when he first set out to open a nightclub.
Warnings about how any financial backers for his club could be mob-related, secret gatherings by some of the more quiet and illegal societies that resided in the city and even of course various drug dealers using his club as a means of making deals or moving product.
The owner figured that if he made enough money like he hope he would then his conscience wouldn't bother him too much and he could still sleep like anyone else.
Back to the clientele that was dropping large wads of cash in his lap, the owner quieted his conscience when he asked the man a very dubious question. “Do you have what we need for the real party to start?”
The man nodded before he pulled out a small plastic bag from his front pants pocket and tossed it to the club owner. “Two per girl. Three if we really want them to be party girls.”
The club owner saw the smile on the man's face which told him more than he wanted to know. But his stomach stopped turning at the thought of what was going to happen when the man also tossed up a roll of $100 bills at the owner as well.
“Those girls won't remember anything clearly in the morning. But you'll remember how much five grand weighs when it's all rolled up.”
Looking back at what was in his hands, the club owner nodded in reply and felt the money was more than enough for him. He also thought to himself to justify his choices that if the girls did remember and went to the police about it, all he had to do was claim them to be prostitutes since their choice of clothing was clearly meant the opposite sex to pay attention to certain areas of their bodies.
In a span of fifteen minutes, Lori and Shanna found themselves after being approached by an unknown man were now up in the private area of the club with the expression that they felt they had just hit the jackpot. Both of them recognized the person that the club owner introduced them to as the black rapper Martin Lee or as the music world called him, 'Mister Negative'. From what Lori and Shanna knew, or what they could learn from all the magazines and interviews was that Martin Lee started calling himself Mister Negative because all the people who decried that rap music was harmful to youths and inspired violent acts. He did so because in his view, if the people said he was someone that should be kept away from children, than he might as well make it official to the public.

The two teenagers might have been more on their guard upon realizing that they were singled out among all the other girls on the dance floor but they had never been this close to someone who was easily a major player in the music industry. This was as both a golden opportunity and only chance that the girls wholly believed that they couldn't pass up.
Once brought up to the VIP area of the club, Lori was first to take stock of the kinds of people who were there. She noticed that there were at least three other guys aside from Martin Lee. Wearing gold chains and gold watches and some diamond earrings on top of clearly expensive looking clothing even if one of them looked like he was wearing a sports jersey. Considering their size overall, Lori figured the three guys were easily Martin's walking bodyguards.
The only white guy in the room was clearly the club owner since his presence alone spoke aloud that he was into business only at the moment.
When Lori and Shanna were brought to up to Mister Negative, neither girl could help themselves but be a little star struck.
“Congrats girls for winning the door prize.” Mister Negative said to the both of them.
“Door prize? I didn't see anything mention like that in front of the club.” Lori said but realized she might've given away something when she noticed Mister Negative narrow his eyes a bit. She quickly continued to ease any suspicion that she might've created. “But we came here to party and we both know that what really matters is what inside of the club and not the outside.”
That response seem to satisfy Mister Negative since the smile he gave towards Lori and Shanna definitely seemed friendly to them.
“Guess I gotta talk to club owner again about the finer points of opening a club the right way.” Mister Negative sent a look over to the man who in turn nodded and simply walked away from the three. “Now then, back to the door prize the two of you won.”
Mister Negative motioned for the two teenagers to take a seat on a leather couch that was next to him. He waited to elaborate on the prize the two teenagers had won until the club owner came back with three separate drinks and handed each of them one.
Lori noticed what appeared to her to be a quick exchange of words between the rap star and the club owner but brushed it off since she didn't hear a single word between them. She made the assumption that what was said between them probably had something to do with on how the rap star was going to pay for everything.
“Now, lets have a toast to the two girls that get to have a spot on the next music video that I'm shooting here in New York.” Mister Negative raised his glass towards the two teenagers who quickly raised their glasses as well. After the three of them took a sip of their drinks, the rapper continued. “That was the door prize you won.”
Hearing that was something both teenagers had hoped to hear on one of their outings into the city. Of course they hadn't expect to hear it so soon. They both figured it would be like a year into their attempts before they struck the proverbial gold mine. Now that they came across this chance, they weren't going to let it slip without them taking it for all its worth.
For the next couple of minutes, Mister Negative went into some details about the music video he was making to help promote his new song he called “Without In-Hibitionz” on the upcoming album “True Colorz”. Mister Negative was actually pleased that the two teenagers had heard his song and understood the message within. About how the limits people put upon themselves, calling them inhibitions. Mister Negative said that he saw it as a defeatist excuse that was disguised so well that people thought of it as realistic views of the world. Lori was going to ask when the rap star came across this kind of realization but her friend was first to speak her own thoughts.
“Exactly. Inhibitions are like, as you say, society's leash. All the people at the top keep trying to establish a way of life. You can't be anything more than what they want you to be and the more you fight it, the more they claim you are creating anarchy when in truth you are being the same kind of people who fought to free this country centuries ago.”
Lori looked at her friend and couldn't help but wonder if she was either saying stuff she had heard from the album or did she actually pay some attention to the social studies lessons in high school. She didn't ponder long on such thoughts before the rap star responded to Shanna's words.
“Damn straight! This country was fucking founded on the concepts of treason, where the people who didn't like being controlled fought back against those who said they were right and everyone else was wrong.”
“But how do you make sure that's what you're saying on the album is both the same and different? That you're not copying all the other rappers and would-be rappers who claim their words have more meaning than yours?” Lori asked. A question that seemed to really spark the interest in Mister Negative.
“That's the trick, isn't it? I've been in the music industry long enough to know that for all the various music artists, both just the singers and the bands, that there tends to be a similarity among all their songs. For fuck's sake, I know at least 20 motherfuckers in the biz and at one time or another, used both the same goddamn kind of title for a song and virtually the same goddamn lyrics.”
Both Lori and Shanna shook their heads in agreement. Some of the songs they've listened to and what is played by the radio deejays, there had been several times where someone had a song where either the title or the lyrics were the same as someone else's. They also found it strange how some people they knew would love a song that one person or band sung and hated some other person or band that basically sang the same thing.
One person that Lori would fit that particular bill was her mother who was a huge Bob Seger fan. More than one of the man's songs he wrote years ago was redone by some current bands like Metallica doing 'Turn The Page' as an example.
The three of them continued their conversation about what the rapper was doing to establish himself as Mister Negative and not just another wannabe who would get only a couple of hits on the radio before fading from the scene and becoming some washed up lounge singer in dive bars either on the east coast or west coast. As they continued, Lori noticed something from the rapper every time she took a drink from he glass.
A smile of a kind that she had seen before where someone either had something planned for later on or had a plan and it was working to their satisfaction.
The girl brushed it off since she made the assumption that they were in a too public area for anything really bad to happen. And if someone decided to bring a gun into the club and shoot up the place, Lori figured she and her friend were at least in an area that was out of any possible line of fire.
About ten minutes later, Lori started to notice something about herself. She felt her body starting to get a little hotter than she thought it would get with the drink in her hand. But as quick as she was to notice it, Lori felt the heat within her somewhat disappear. It was still there but it wasn't uncomfortable when she first noticed it. Her attention quickly shifted over to her friend Shanna who was now doing something that she never believed she would do unless she was in a rap music video.
Lori was surprised that she didn't notice her friend had gotten up from the spot where she was sitting and was now on top of the private room's bar countertop and was doing some rather provocative moves. Some of the moves she did were the kind that easily hinted at something more than just being playful eye candy for any male viewers.
Out of the both of them, Shanna was the one who would take the more riskier moves but this seemed completely out of character even for her.
Lori turned back to Mister Negative, to tell him that he should stop his friends since they were basically telling Shanna to start stripping. She wasn’t too surprised when she saw the rapper’s expression of someone enjoying the show and had no intention of stopping this particular stone rolling down the hill.
Believing that things were going to escalate in the worse kind of way for them, Lori decided that it was time to leave. This might have been their best chance to get in with the popular crews of the music industry but it felt to Lori they might be doing more than they would ever bargain to do.
It was at the very moment Lori set down her drink so she could go over to her friend and, if necessary, drag her out by her hair out of the club when something inside of her felt like it...clicked on. She felt her heart begin to beat a little quicker and her breathing got a little more heavier.
Lori didn’t notice that Mister Negative was watching her and the smile he had while watching her friend Shanna start into a subtle striptease at the bar, it was now giving off both the sense of being pleased of what was happening as well as saying how the ‘fun’ he had been waiting for was now going to begin.
While Lori was trying to make sense of the information her body was giving her and to keep herself from acting on the impulses it was giving to her brain, she didn’t notice that Mister Negative had gotten up from where he was sitting and sat right next to her.
“Getting a little hot under those clothes, huh sexy?” Mister Negative said while gently brushing the nape of Lori’s neck.
From the moment Lori felt his finger touch her skin to when he gently moved it across the exposed area, it was like a jolt of electricity being sent into her body. The moment it stopped, Lori found herself desperately wanting it back and more.
Mister Negative knew what was happening to Lori but decided to keep the secret to himself at the moment. He knew that to achieve the best success with the drug he had given to the two teenage girls was to make them come to their own conclusions. As long as they believed it was their own inhibitions and they were making the choice to shed them of their own ‘free will’, then the sky was limit for what they became willing to do.
After being touched in the neck by the rapper, Lori felt her body begin to heat up even more. It may have looked like she was still watching her friend dancing on the countertop of the bar but the glazed over look in her eyes told the Mister Negative all he needed to know.
Again, the rapper used his index finger and traced a line where Lori’s neck and chest area subtly merged together. Lori gasped at the touch and even moved her head back just enough so to allow the man to touch more of her exposed skin.
Mister Negative did a kind of foreplay by lightly touching around Lori’s exposed neck and chest. He did this for about a minute before deciding that it was time to take it up a notch. Very slowly, the rapper reached down the teenage girl’s shirt and firmly took hold of her left breast with his whole hand.
That kind of act set off a warning that was loud enough to actually bring Lori out of her daze and straight to her feet. She looked at the man with an expression that seemed to amuse him. Especially when she had her arms covering her chest in some weird attempt to keep him from touching her like that again.
“Your reaction is quite funny. You’re not even wearing a bra, are you?” Mister Negative said while standing up and walking up to Lori.
Lori tried to say something in response but her mouth couldn’t form a coherent sentence. All she could do was walk backwards in some vain attempt to keep some distance between her and the rapper. Even she could tell that her situation was that of a gazelle being cornered by a hungry lion.
She turned to her friend and desperately hoped that maybe she could help her somehow. To her shock, Lori watched as Shanna was busy removing her shirt and showing that she herself wasn’t wearing a bra either. Shanna did a kind of tease while removing her shirt by getting close to one of the guys that was just in front of her and pulling back before he could reach up and touch her.
Now half naked and still doing provocative moves to the impromptu crowd, Lori watched as Shanna was more than ready to take it up another notch. Even Mister Negative watched as one of his entourage did something that showed how willing the teenage girl was for the next level of fun.
“Hey, bring that pretty mouth of yours down here and give my nob a shine job.” the man said while making hand motions of what part of himself he wanted Shanna to give attention to.
Even though there was music being played loud enough to heard rather clearly, it was like a kind of silence fell into the room to see how Shanna would react to such a request. It was more tense for Lori because she couldn’t help but feel that this was it for her friend. She could still come back from where she was and the two of them could leave the place without any problems.
But it was like slow motion for Lori as she watched Shanna lick her lips and then jumped down in front of the man. Lori could only watch as Shanna reached for the man’s pants and unzipped them so she could free the man’s cock from his underwear with one hand. Shanna gave the man’s penis several strokes so it would be fully erect before she opened her mouth and took in the entire length of the sex organ.
Lori had thought several times before that her friend had done stuff like giving guys blow jobs. These thoughts came from the time where herself and Shanna managed to get into some clubs after Shanna disappeared for a moment and can back with the means to get into the clubs. Seeing that Shanna obviously had some experience in orally pleasing a man was a sight that just seemed to hit her hard.
“Damn girl, you’re good at this.” the man that Shanna was pleasing said while groaning out the words.
The other guys that were watching what Shanna was doing clearly had the expression that they were enjoying what they saw and were more than ready to join in on the action.
“How about some tender loving for me?” Another man said to which Shanna only glanced sideways before reaching out with one hand to the man’s pants. It was almost a deft move in where she unzipped his pants and pulled out the man’s cock and began stroking it without so much as stopping for even a moment on sucking the man’s cock that was in her mouth.
Lori continued to watch as her friend started to become something of a sex toy with the three guys gathering around her. She was so much in show that she didn’t realize that Mister Negative had gotten right up to her and pushed her back until she was up against the glass wall. She looked into the man’s eyes and saw a predatory look in them. Lori knew she was cornered and couldn’t help but feel that there was nothing she could do to get out this situation.
And for some strange reason, Lori felt a growing part of her that hoped for a certain something to happen. Something that was similar to what was happening to her friend right now.
“I can see you’re confused. I’ve seen that look a lot in young girls. Not sure of what they want even though they know they want it. What you feel is as natural as can be. When you’re thirsty, you get some water. When you’re tired, you go to sleep. When you’re hungry, you satiate the hunger.”
As he talked, Mister Negative reached up and firmly took hold of both of Lori’s ample breasts. He could even see before he even touched her breasts that Lori’s nipples were fully erect and it seemed as though they were just about to pierce through the fabric of her shirt at any given moment.
Lori felt her body heat up again like she was going to burst into flames from the man’s touch. Even more so when she felt her tits being massaged. Each motion sent like wave after wave of unknown pleasure throughout her body that she couldn’t help but crave more of. She may have wanted to stop whatever it was that the rapper doing to her moment before but not, none of those thoughts were within her mind.
The drug that was slipped into her drink had now taken full effect within her system. Mister Negative could see this in Lori’s eyes but he wasn’t about to let it slip that this is what he wanted and not her.
“I can see your body wants more. Do you want more?"
“...yes...” Lori replied in a meek tone. Her voice was so low that her response was almost unheard.
The man was displeased with the response he had gotten. “I’m not asking if your body wants more. I’m asking you if you want more.”
Lori wasn’t sure of what the rapper meant by that. The only thing she became focused on was when she felt hands go down to her skirt and lift it up to expose her panties for all to see. Mister Negative made sure that when he lifted up the girl’s skirt, his hands brushed up against both of her cheeks of her ass and that they came real close to going into between them. Lori gasped when she felt how close the man’s hands were to going past her panties but did nothing to stop him.
Mister Negative continued to expose the more intimate parts of Lori when he reached up and lifted the girls shirt so that it was no longer covering her breasts. He noticed that Lori did nothing to stop him or to even cover herself. She was already over the cliff because of the lust that was building within her but the man knew the girl had to make the decision herself even if the decision was already heavily influenced by his hidden actions.
He went into his mental playbook on what to do to make it seem the teenage girl would believe the decision she made was of her own free will but not realize that he had stacked the situation so completely against that it was the only decision she could make. It only took a moment of this kind of contemplation before he decided what to do to finally make the girl in front of him going over and give in to her lust.
Mister Negative knew that no one was really watching them even with the fact his entourage was mere feet away from him and he was with a half naked girl who was up against a thick pane of glass and the both of them were in full view of anyone on the dance floor below them. He could even see out of the corner of his eyes of people doing stuff like Shanna was doing to his crew. That was what made clubs like this the kind of place would love to go at nights.
Proving that no one was watching them, Mister Negative reached down and started to lightly touch Lori’s sweet spot between her legs. She reacted to this of course, her breathing becoming a little quicker after letting out another gasp. But as before, she was doing nothing to stop the man’s actions. He could tell that he was starting to push her over the edge by the way her body was beginning to swooned. Lori’s eyes started to close in further response to her sensitive area being touched. This was a sign to the rapper that she was getting close to losing it and that all she was going to want at the moment was to sate the need her body felt.
Another sign was the fact her panties were starting to get a little more moist with each passing second of being exposed to Mister Negative’s touch.
It was there he stopped abruptly and walked back over to the spot he was just sitting minutes earlier. He knew it was only minutes that had passed but he also knew that each minute was like a life time for the teenager.
“Again, I ask. What do you want?” Mister Negative said straight at Lori.
While he waited for her response, the rapper took a look over to the other teenager and was a bit surprised in what he saw. He expected the teenage girl to still be jerking two of the guys off while sucking on the third. He certainly didn’t expect the fact that the girl was now laying down on the counter top of the bar sans panties.
‘Damn, she must be a closet nympho.’ the rapper thought to himself as he took stock of what was going with the four of them.
The teenage girl was on her back with one guy ramming her pussy with his cock like he hadn’t fuck a girl for years. Another guy was by her head and she was sucking him off like she hadn’t had a drink of water in the last three days. It even sounded like she was beginning to gag every time she took in the whole length. Mister Negative thought she might’ve used her hands to either fondle the man’s balls or stroke him off but there were busying doing something else. The third guy had positioned himself so the girl titty-fuck his cock as best as she could. Her tits were a bit more than average but it seemed she wanted either makes sure she was doing a best titty-fuck she could or she didn’t want the man’s cock to leave where it was rubbing against.
‘That man said it does release inhibition of anyone who takes it. Guess he wasn’t kidding when he said there might those that have some serious inhibitions and will have crazy reactions to the drug.’
Mister Negative figured that his crew would have fun with the girl so long as she kept the pace up. The teenage girl that was in front of him was going to all his and he had some fun ideas for what he suspect might be a first timer if not a virgin.
The rapper watched as Lori took one shaky step towards him after another. There was obvious hesitance in her movement but it seemed more like she was forcing herself to go past whatever it was that was trying to hold her back. But each step she took make the man in front of her smile just a little bit more.
He knew it was time when saw Lori reach out towards him with her left hand and pleadingly said, “Please…Please end it.”
Mister Negative decided to have some more fun with her. Resting his head onto the hand that was against the armrest of the couch he was sitting on, he said in a rather bored to the girl, “Going to have to be a bit more specific. If not, there’s the door.”
After pointing in the direction of where the teenager could go and probably find someone else to help her with her ‘problem’, the man watched as the girl took only a moment to look in that direction before looking back at him. The pleading eyes she gave him was all he needed to know.
“You know what you need to do to end it.” Mister Negative said to Lori.
Lori nodded her head in reply before taking a step and following it by another as she walked again hesitantly towards the black rapper. When she came to rest in front of him, Mister Negative kept his head on his hand while spreading his legs apart. Lori picked up the hint and dropped herself to her knees. With her hands did she reached for the fly of the rapper’s jeans.
She stopped though when he said to her. “Don't use your hand. Open it with your mouth.”
Lori might’ve glared up at him in response to what he wanted her to do but stopped herself. There was something that made her felt it would be exciting if she did do it the way he wanted.
This was going to be her first time giving someone a blow job and she hadn’t done anything remotely close to what she was about to do. It definitely filled her with a sense of excitement that she hadn’t known and that was enough to drive her forward.
Lori placed both of her hands on Mister Negative’s thighs and leaned forward. It was a bit of a struggle to grab ahold of the zipper using only her teeth. More so because of the large bulge her mouth was more or less was rubbing against in her attempts. It might have been a distraction of sorts but for Lori, it seemed to excite her more.
After she finally managed to latch on with her teeth and pull the zipper down, Lori had to move her head back as the man’s penis practically sprung out after it was released and almost hit her in the eye
Lori stared at it for a moment, having never seen one in person before and did wonder if that was the typical size for all males of their species. Her contemplations were quickly cut short when she realized how long she had been staring at it but not doing anything to it. Lori’s hesitation was still evident as she leaned forward to take the cock into her mouth.
She began slowly and hesitantly once her lips passed the tip of the organ. Lori slowly went forward but stopped when she quickly realized that the rapper’s dick was just pressing against the back of her throat and starting to trigger her gag reflex. There was more for her to swallow but she didn’t how to do so without gagging.
Seeing that she had stopped made the black man impatient. He was more than ready to get it on with the teenager and he had waited long enough.
Grabbing Lori by the back of her head, Mister Negative practically forced her down the rest of his length without warning. He felt the girl shake and gag as a result of the surprise action. Lori even tried to push herself away but Mister Negative was making sure she wouldn’t move until she got used to having all of his dick in her mouth and throat.
It wasn’t even a half a minute later before the man began to furiously fuck her face even as she still attempted to pull away. But his strong hands kept her moving back and forth over his pole at the pace he wanted. The sound of her gagging was actually something of a turn on for him and so increased his forced pace on her.
Feeling himself ready to release, the rapper buried his rod in as far as he could go. He watched in amusement when Lori’s eyes shot wide open the very instant his hot cum coated the inside of her mouth, her throat and from the way her throat moved, easily down into her stomach. He didn’t really care how much he unloaded into the girl’s mouth. He had plenty more of that where it came from.
He held her there for several moments before letting go. Instantly pulling back from where head was, Lori began coughing and massaging her abused throat as she panted for breath. Lori tried to shoot a glare at the man but the strength behind it only gave off the impression of someone who was annoyed.
“Since it’s clear that you’ve never given anything a blow job before, if I left it to you then we'd be here all night.” Mister Negative said to Lori in the tone like a teacher lightly scolding a student into doing better.
There was a small part of Lori that wanted to show more resistance against the man in front of her but the rest of her was screaming for something else. At best what she could describe was after having been basically force fed the man's sperm somehow had made her crave more. This was the first time she had done something this sexual and it seemed to have awaken a form of hunger within her that seemed to only be fulfilled with something only a man could give her.
And the longer she denied this hunger within her, it seemed to cause an increasing amount of discomfort that Lori had no doubt would turn to pain soon. She also had no doubt anymore about how far this was going to go. The man’s predatory look never really left his eyes and that alone was more than enough to give Lori the idea of what the rapper wanted from her.
Despite having heard all the stories about the acts of sex in high school and some from her friend, Lori was completely unsure of what she should do next. Mister Negative didn’t wait for the teenage girl to come to a possible course of action since he had other ideas.
Mister Negative took hold of Lori and lifted her up to her feet before practically forcing her into a standing position but with her naked front pressed against the glass wall. Lori’s face was red for a multiple reasons but now a new one was because the people below her had a clear view of her wet panties and exposed breasts. She also realized how erect her nipples had gotten against the cool glass and how hard both were pressing against each other.
Getting behind her, the rapper pulled her panties away hard, almost ripping them from her body. After dropping both his own pants and boxers, Mister Negative ran his manhood along her dripping snatch. It was already lubricated but for the man it was a kind of tradition. Like he wanted the both of them to feel the growing anticipation of what was to come.
Before he did anything else, the black rapper asked the teenage girl in a whisper to her ear, “You want my dick inside you, don't you?”
In spite of herself, Lori moaned and nodded her head in reply but Mister Negative said, “I can't hear you.”
“...yes...” Lori said but her tone of voice was meek and unsatisfying for the man.
Mister Negative wanted to have just a little bit more fun when he noticed something in the reflection of the glass wall he had Lori pressed up again.
“Look at your friend. She’s proving to be a real she-devil if she can so easily handle three guys.”
Lori turned her head to look back at her friend since she couldn’t get a clear look just by the glass reflection. Before her friend was on her back with a cock in her mouth and in her vagina while using her tits to pleasure a third one. Now she was being held in the air by two of the guys with the third guy somewhat sitting on the countertop next to them. Shanna was having her asshole and her pussy rammed repeatedly while her mouth was busying sucking off the third cock but the sound that came from it seemed to be more like the man was trying to gag her with his rod.
The teenager could see her friend had simply gone limp in response to what was being done to her. Her tits were clearly being groped so hard from the guy that was fucking her ass that red hand prints would be left on her skin for some time. The guy fucking Shanna’s pussy was putting as much effort he could into each thrust to send the girl up in the air as high as she could before coming back down hard on both penetrating rods. The sound of skin slapping skin was close to the sound of someone punching someone without a boxing glove.
The one that was basically forcing Shanna to suck his cock had both of this hands on her head and was doing the same thing the rapper had done to Lori just minutes earlier.
However, even with her body basically being limp, Lori knew her friend Shanna enough to know that the expression on her sweat and cum covered face was one of pure and unadulterated joy. If there was ever a time when Shanna would admit was the time of her life, this moment would be chosen to be the first.
The whole sight of it, of her friend letting three adult males basically gang bang her brains out, Lori couldn’t help but find it more arousing with each passing second.
Martin Lee could see in the teenage girl’s eyes in front of him that she definitely like seeing her friend getting what he called in his opinion, ‘the best treatment for a teenage ho’.
“Now, it’s time for your fun and you’ll get the idea where I’m really known for being Mister Negative.” Martin Lee pulled back his cock from where it was pressing against Lori’s wet pussy and then spread apart her butt cheeks before he pressed the tip of his cock rather hard against her asshole.
Almost immediately Lori looked back and said with more strength behind her voice than before. “No, not there.”
"You said ‘yes’ earlier and I told you I was going to show another reason why I got my name.”
The rapper slapped both sides of Lori’s ass before he spoke up again. “Beside, girls like you, fucking this hole is good enough for you. Don’t know how many dicks you’ve had in your pussy but I doubt you’ve taken one in the ass before now.”
With that said, the man slowly pushed inside of her and caused Lori to groan harsh in discomfort. Martin Lee was right in that this was the first time her ass was ever penetrated which made him thoroughly enjoy the fact of how tight Lori’s anus was around his rod.
He actually took several moments once he was completely inside of her to just enjoy the sensation itself. It gave Lori the impression that maybe he was giving her time to adjust. Martin reached around to begin playing with her clit which made her inadvertently squeezed her rectum. This made the man groan in that quickly found out that not only was she a tight one, but she could become even tighter.
Lori didn’t expect that when she heard the man that just took her anal cherry groan out that it would somehow turn her on even more. However, she still tried to slowly pull away from him since her ass was in more pain than it was in pleasure.
Lori wasn’t able to move far before Martin took ahold of her by her hips and moved her back so she was completely impaled on his cock once more. The sensation of the motion itself again was unlike anything she had experienced before. Add the fact that the rapper was still continuing to play with her clit was sending Lori into her first ever orgasmic bliss.
Martin couldn't believe the sensations he was feeling from Lori's ass. He could tell that the girl was truly getting off on it by the way she kept tightening and releasing her rectum in response to him pushing in or pulling back.
For a while he allowed the teenager to set the pace of his thrusts. But he didn’t like to be kept waiting for the whole experience so he began pounding her forward. Lori tried to match the motion so it wouldn’t hurt so much but it was only a matter of time before she found herself pressed against the glass wall hard enough by Martin and her movements restricted.
Unable to move and at the rapper’s mercy as he fucked her backdoor, all Lori could do was somehow take her mind off the pain and focus on the hints of pleasure her ass was feeling.
The sounds of Lori moaning, whether in pain or pleasure, was more incentive for Martin to get as much pleasure he could out of her. He removed his hand from her clit so he could slide his fingers inside of her. Martin could actually feel his dick moving inside her through the thin ‘wall’ that separated both of the teenager’s love tunnels.
Lori for her part was moaning incoherently as the black adult continued to screwed her ass. Martin found himself grunting in effort each time he pushed into Lori’s ass. Wasn’t much longer that when he pulled back that Lori gripped him so tight that Martin started to actually pull the girl’s lower half of her body back with him.
“Look at you. You’re a closet ass. Never got off as much as you did when you took a cock in your pussy, huh?”
Lori didn't respond in any words other than to moan in sync with each of Martin’s thrusts. “I guess deep inside you’ve always been an ass-slut but never followed through with it. Bet you were worried someone might think you were nothing but a dirty whore that always wanted to be fucked in her ass after you indulge in having it done to you.”
“That…that's not true...” Lori replied but her words did nothing to prove the man wrong when she gripped the cock inside her all the harder.
“That's not what I'm fucking feeling right now.” Martin said. “C’mon...admit it and you’ll really enjoy it.”
“No.” Lori almost shouted out, feeling herself on the edge of something she had never dreamed of experiencing. “I’m...still..a vir...virgin.”
Martin didn’t expect to hear that from the girl. He was easily under the impression from the way she dressed was that she was like the typical party girl that snuck into clubs after doing something sexual to get past the bouncers at the front door. The revelation definitely stopped the man in his motions and gave the girl the expression that what she said to him had to be a lie.
But when Lori looked back at him when he stopped, her face both red and lightly covered in sweat but clearly with the expression of her wanting more, the rapper saw that it was true. She may no longer be an anal-virgin but at her core she was.
For the man, it was like he had hit the jackpot without even looking for it.
Lori wondered why the man stopped and even wondered if what he had done was all that he was going to do to her. Only a small part of her was relieved while the rest of her felt like it was torture in that she was given only a taste of pleasure at best.
But when he spoke to her again, Lori’s excitement returned.
“No, you’re not a virgin. No virgin would love what I’m doing to you on their first time. Tell me who you really are, what you really are."
Lori felt that she couldn't say it. Even in the position she was in, her nakedness on display in front of a bunch club goers, it was if it was the last line she couldn’t let herself cross. Lori couldn’t believe her response when she felt the black rapper pull his cock out of her ass.
She actually made whimpering sound.
“Too bad. I bet you were so close too to your first ever orgasm.”
Just as the tip of his cock was about to exit her, Lori broke and shouted, “I'm a dirty, cock loving slut that enjoys being fucked in my ass!”
Lori looked back at the black man and pleadingly said, “Please...don't stop.”
Martin only smile but his real answer to her request was slamming back into her at full force with his fingers in her pussy working overtime. Already near the edge, Martin had only to continue his actions for a few more moments before Lori jumped over the cliff and flew into the sky and into her first ever experience with cloud nine. The explosive sensation was added too by Mister Negative releasing his hot cum inside her rectum which seemed to trigger an even stronger orgasm which robbed her most of her conscious thought.
Martin pulled out after filling her bowels past the point where she could hold all of it in. He let the teenage girl slide down along the glass wall to the floor. The girl was doing all she could to get fresh air back into her lungs after her first orgasm emptied her lungs completely.
The black rapper decided to give the teenager a moment to catch her breath so he focused his attention over to the others and saw that they were still having fun.
He was impressed at how flexible the girl was proving to be when she was doing the sideways split. The girl had one foot on the ground and her other foot pointing straight up in the air. This clearly allowed for free access to her ass and pussy again since there were two guys ramming each hole. The motion looked like the guys were lumberjacks that were sawing back and forth a stump. The third guy wasn’t really doing anything since the teenager was using both of her hands to stroke the rod she was sucking on and fondle the balls at the same time.
Seeing as how the party was now starting, Martin Lee remembered something he had almost forgotten. A favor of sorts he had to fulfill since a lot of his fame came as a result of influential people.
“How about we get this party started the right way?” Martin said to his entourage.
The excitement that came from their reply easily told even Lori that what was to come paled in comparison to what she had just experienced.

-Present-

There were times where Lori wanted to tell her daughter about what happened to her and her friend that night with the rapper. About how her first time with sex became an underground porno movie and that those who knew her recognized her in it and pretty much didn’t hesitate to tell everyone and their grandmother that they knew someone in a porno movie.
It was the beginning of hard times for her since she was still in high school at the time. As soon as word started to spread of the underground movie that the two of them starred in, for almost several weeks straight were there some horny male teenager coming up to her and asking her out on a ‘date’. Each request clearly had the hidden meaning that after she and whoever did whatever on the weekend that the end result of said date would be the two of them swinging from the chandeliers. There were even some requests where she was asked if her friend would join them like how they had joined with each other in the movie.
Even the teachers pretty much considered Lori a lost cause and a waste of space in their classroom.
The rest of her friends pretty much kept their distance from her and she certainly couldn’t go to Shanna for anything.
After the release of the video, Shanna went with the rapper and more or less disappeared. Lori did worry about her but it wasn’t too long after her disappearance did she learn that Shanna actually started to make a name for herself but not in the way Lori expected of her.
Being that Shanna was 18 years old while herself was still 17, Lori’s friend was old enough to become a porn actress without any legal repercussions and it wasn’t long that she starred in enough films to where her name became something of a household term. Well, household term for the perverted hormonal driven teenage boys at the very least.
‘Shanna the She-Devil’ is what she called herself. She was known first for being more than most could handle, even those who were considered veterans in the porn industry.
From time to time did Lori check up on her friend and each and every time she did, what she learned about Shanna both surprised and didn’t surprise her. After what she saw Shanna do in the video only seemed to hint at what her friend was actually capable of. To this day, Shanna still held the record for the most men participating in a gang bang. Lori might’ve once said that something like that wasn’t a real achievement. But the more she thought about how her friend’s current lifestyle, the more she realized that in a way she was jealous of her friend.
There was no doubt that Shanna had to work at being a well-known porn actress but there was also no doubt that the amount of money she made in a month was easily more than most make in six months let alone a year.
Lori wasn’t under the delusion where it was a non-stop party for those who worked in the porn industry. They had to put in their 9-to-5 hours as well but no one can deny the fact that what they do is something they enjoy. In all her years did Lori never once hear about a porn star hate going to ‘work’ while being famous at the same time. Those that did openly hate being a porn star were usually the ones that either lost their popularity or ran out of money from spending it on all the drugs they overdosed on.
It wasn’t like Lori wanted to follow her friend into porn but she was still jealous of the fact that Shanna took the shot she was given by that rapper. Despite how it started, how it was heard in the background audio that Shanna and herself were given something that loosened them up, it was a shot nonetheless that got Shanna out of the dull-drums of New York City suburbs.
That jealousy never really left Lori and it grew within her until the time came when she and her daughter got into a situation where they were given extraordinary abilities that said jealousy exploded out. She wasn’t going to let herself or her daughter be nothing more than the typical poor mother/daughter family that society viewed them as now that they had powers.
It was also the middle finger that Lori wanted to give to everyone who looked down upon her because of that video. She truly wanted to give the world her middle finger and then break off everyone else’s as payback as well.
And for a time she did but like what happened that night, whatever plan she had made didn’t go the way she expected to go.
‘From going for the goal of living in a lap of luxury to stealing in order to buy a lap of luxury to sitting in the lap of a teenager that can give one hell of an orgasm. The only thing that was consist with all of that was the fact some kind of lap was involved.’ Lori thought to herself in amusement.
Lori also thought that another reason why she agreed to Peter’s plan was some slim chance that maybe she would run into Martin Lee again and get some sweet revenge against him.
As she had from time to time kept tabs on Shanna, so did she follow Mister Negative and wasn’t surprised of what became of him. He started out as a rapper but ended up being connected to some high profile criminals and eventually became something of a crime boss himself.
It was almost mafia-like in how there were plenty of stories and rumors about how the man did almost everything illegal but none of the charges could stick. Either a lack of evidence or witnesses changing their tune or disappearing was what kept him from going to a federal penitentiary. Not too long ago did he start his own record company for legitimate purposes and was mostly based out in California, a music label called ‘Dark Kingdom’.
But according to news story from the entertainment industry, Martin Lee was moving his operations from the west coast over to the east coast of the country. More specifically, he was coming to New York.
It didn’t matter to Lori what the black man’s reasons were for such an action. When the time came, and Lori knew that it would, she was going to go see him again and do to him what he did to her. And then some.
Lori knew that Peter might object to the idea which was why she was never going to tell him. And if he did find out, there were a couple of bedroom tricks that she knew would take Peter’s mind off of everything. At least until he woke up again.
‘Hmm...maybe I should try one when he comes by. Gotta see what his stamina levels are and he might actually go for it if I tell him its for science.’ Lori thought to herself before getting her mind back on track as to why she was using the laptop that was in front of her.
Elsewhere in the city, a city whose usual background sound included various emergency sirens at any given moment, there was a new sound happening that wasn’t typical for people to hear.
Even though months ago the Hulk had did something of a rampage within New York city and destroyed more than a few cars and buildings across several city blocks, the sounds of explosions were as foreign to New Yorkers as was the concept of the streets not suffering a traffic jam problem.
The cause behind this was something no one would ever suspect given the statue of the person. A woman who had easily lifted up a car with one hand and threw it at a moving target that had just barely gotten out of the way of being hit. She repeated this performance so easily that it seemed like she was picking up small pebbles from the ground and throwing them out of boredom.
Her target still managed to avoid being hit which was an impressive feat of itself but also showed that between the two of them, she was easily outclassed and outgunned.
This woman had originally come to the city with the sole purpose of finding someone that she had a past with and was told that this would be her best shot at getting the revenge she sought against this individual. There were other facts she was told as to why she was being sent on this mission but none of that really mattered to her. The only thing that this woman cared about was ending the life of the individual that for all intents and purposes left her for dead.
It only seemed fair to not only return said favor but also remind this person of one very important fact. That if you don’t confirm the kill, then you’re as good as dead the next time you would meet.
It was a lesson that she intended to teach as thoroughly as possible before ending the lesson with the woman’s heart in her hands.
“I must say, not only did I not think I would find you so soon but that you would actually prove to be a challenge to kill. Guess the years had been more kind to you than they have to me.” The woman yelled out while chasing her target on foot with what looked like ease because the red head had managed to jump onto a passing by semi trailer that was heading away from the carnage as fast as it could go.
“What do you mean by that? Your looks are the same as ever for a blonde.” replied the woman on top of the semi trailer who was in the process of reloading her sidearms that she just used against her attack. “Add to the fact that it seems your also bullet-proof.”
When she trained her weapons back at her pursuer, the woman was surprised to see that she had just done a flip and landed on the same trailer that she was on with what appeared to be with ease.
“Let say it’s ironic in that aspect, Natasha.” the woman said after she landed onto the trailer.
Natasha knew that if this person wanted to attack her, she would have done so without a moment’s hesitation. It was a lull in the fight but at least it would give her an opportunity she might not get later on. It was also a good chance to get this attacker to maybe let slip something that she might be able to use later on.
The person in front of Natasha Romanov was someone she knew without a hint of doubt: Yelena Belova. A woman that at one time was a fellow agent for Russia and the closet thing that Natasha might as admit was both a friend and sister.
Natasha did entertain the idea that someone had extensive plastic surgery and psychological conditioning in order to be about as close to the Yelena that she remembered as possible. It was a tactic that her past employers had done on several different occasions.
But if that was the case, why send someone who looks like a former comrade but clearly has meta-abilities after her?
There wasn’t any doubt on who could be after her, that much Natasha knew. She might’ve thought that someone was doing this to remind her of her past transgressions but she didn’t know anyone who would go this particular route of revenge.
For someone like her, all attempts to eliminate her would be geared towards being subtle and direct. Then again, facing off against someone who she believed she had killed years ago was about as direct as it could get.
Natasha took a hard analytical look at Yelena as she was now. Though her outfit was consistent with the woman’s established taste: tight fitting black leather pants and bodice that exposed both her mid-drift and sizable cleavage with a black leather trench coat over all of it, it was what Natasha noticed on the exposed areas of her skin. Mainly the parts where she knew she had scored a hit with one of her shots. There wasn’t any visible mark that would give the hint that she had suffered some kind of injury.
The woman caught Natasha’s visual examination of her and decided to have some fun with her ‘old friend’.
“I remember in our training, we were taught how to seduce both sides of the sex. Please tell me you’re not considering trying to seduce me here and now?”
Natasha wanted to laugh when she heard this. “I was usually the one who had to say that to you. Pretty much the first thought you had about any target was if they were good looking enough was to sleep with him or her.”
“Oh, and you were always so professional whenever you had to sleep with a target.” Yelena replied with a scoff. “Some of the things you did I know for a fact weren’t taught by our instructors.”
“You’re going to say that to me when we both know it was you who slept with Instructor Isamaos just to prove to the superiors and our fellow agents that you can give a person a heart attack without using any kind of drugs. There’s no way you could have figured out that method without a lot of trial and error.” Natasha knew that Yelena never liked being reminded of not getting the credit of developing an undetectable assassination method that is still currently being used and also being known as a seductress than an actual agent.
As expected, Yelena didn’t take to being reminded of that part of her past all too well. Her attack was strong in that she managed to punch right through the roof of the trailer as if it was made out of paper. But it was predictable enough for Natasha to avoid and use the situation to her advantage.
Natasha took aim and fired both of her guns right at Yelena’s face. She was sure that Yelena’s skin was strong all over her body but maybe sudden hits in her head might have more effect than if she was shot elsewhere on he body. Also, if Natasha managed it, she might be able to blind Yelena in either one or both of her eyes.
It was a solid plan but Yelena got her arm in time to deflect Natasha’s shots. She quickly pulled her hand free but also pulled up some of the trailer’s roof so as to force Natasha off balance. The red head knew that if it wasn’t for her training and how to always be observant of her surroundings, Natasha might’ve fallen off of the trailer and into city traffic instead of jumping off of the trailer at the right moment. Using her momentum from jumping off of the moving vehicle, Natasha used her wrist-mounted line launcher to essentially swing at full speed in one direction while Yelena went in another. Natasha wasn’t sure if the woman could fly but wasn’t about to let this brief break in the action go to waste.
Ducking out of sight down an alley and running as fast as her legs could carry her, Natasha used the time to regroup her thoughts and tried to figure out how she had been found so easily by someone she had for the longest time believe she had killed years ago.
Natasha had been in the process of getting a safehouse farther off the grid that it currently was. Even though America and Russia were allies during World War II, there were clearly people on both sides that decided to take certain precautions such as establishing safehouses across the country. There were several that still existed within New York City alone but Natasha focused on her efforts on safehouses that had been abandoned.
The former super spy knew that S.H.I.E.L.D. and even Nick Fury would know of such places and would have them under heavy surveillance. The only way to get them, both S.H.I.E.L.D. and her former employers, stop keeping a watchful eye on any of them would be to erase the area that the safehouses were located. If a safehouse was reported and confirmed destroyed, then it would stand to reason that someone knew of it’s location which was supposed to be a highly guarded secret among agencies.
Destroying a safehouse would cause agencies to start questioning how and why a safehouse was destroyed when it wasn’t in use which would in turn cause them to be more distracted. The director of S.H.I.E.L.D. would even be distracted just enough for Natasha to move about and set up a new safehouse without being noticed. In fact, Natasha had been doing this in some of her spare time even when she first joined Nick Fury and S.H.I.E.L.D. She had just finished ensuring another decommissioned safehouse was destroyed while making her way to the real safehouse she had established when her old and presumed dead comrade found her.
Thinking back on how she might’ve found her, Natasha realized that with the amount of security cameras that are all over the city and are meant to protect local businesses, it wasn’t a stretch that one of those cameras got a lucky shot of her and it was more than enough to make a positive identification despite the fact she had on a face mask. The facial recognition software that the public is aware of is at best five generations below what is actually in use by S.H.I.E.L.D.
‘That might explain how I was found if SHIELD was coming after me. But that doesn’t explain how Yelena found me.’ Natasha thought to herself as she continued to run towards an area where she figured would work towards her advantage. ‘I’ll see if I can get her to slip up and tell me how. That is if I live long enough.’
Natasha had no illusion on who she was fighting. She may have dealt with alien threats and some people who were enhanced on more than on occasion. But that was when she had her own enhancements. She had removed her nano-tech since she knew that she could be tracked with such tech inside of her. But it also meant that her human abilities that were enhanced because of the nano-tech were now back to what she was normally capable of.
And without it and against someone who can throw cars as if they were mere snowballs, the best she could hope for is cause enough of a distraction so she could disappear.
The entire time Natasha ran towards her destination, never once did she look back to see if she was being followed. She had learned the hard way from past experience that even if someone isn’t in sight doesn’t mean that person isn’t following you.
However, the proof she needed to know if Yelena was behind her came in the form of another car being thrown and missing her but hitting the night security guard who was just yelling at her not to enter into the place.
Natasha kept running into the construction zone until she reached an area where the flood lights didn’t illuminate the area because of all the scattered equipment and materials. The woman kept to her training and kept her breathing low so that she didn’t create a unique enough sound that would catch Yelena’s attention.
“Figured you would run into a place like this. Thinking that I won’t find you or you’ve got some kind of plan to take me out and need something here to do the job. You had the tools needed to do the job last time and look how that turned out.” Yelena said as she started walking into the construction zone herself.
Natasha knew Yelena was trying to bait her into giving away her position. The smart thing to do would be to stay quiet and wait for an opening. But for Natasha, the unexpected thing to do would be to take the bait.
“You had just as much of a chance to stop me as I had in shooting you.” Natasha replied but made sure her voice wasn’t directed at Yelena’s direction.
“Ha, ha, ha, ha….now you see… that’s where you’re wrong.” Yelena tried to narrow down where she had heard Natasha speak but her old friend was good enough to make it bounce off of the exposed steel beams and scatter. “The unbreakable rule of shooting someone in the head is to do it twice but you didn’t even do that.”
Yelena continued to walk deeper into the construction zone, not really caring if Natasha actually had a trap waiting for her. “I suppose there is some professional courtesy to be taken into account since shooting me in the head would have made it harder to identify the body. And I get the irony of it when you shot me in the heart.”
Walking over to a piece of heavy machinery, Yelena decided to emphasize her next point by punching it as hard as she could. “We were trained, prepared for the eventuality that one day our lives would be needed in order to complete a mission for the greater good of our country. But never would I have thought you would be the one to betray me!”
“How was it a betrayal?” Natasha already had an answer to that question so it was more curiosity in wanting to see what Yelena’s answer would be.
“That’s incredible that you can ask that and with a straight face no doubt. Your mission was to infiltrate the American organization so that when the time came to topple them, you would be in a position to support us. That I could understand and know that my death wasn’t in vain.”
“Now that you mention it, how are you still alive? I seriously doubt someone had a spare heart just laying around, waiting to be put into you.”
Yelena focused her attention to an area when Natasha spoke and slowly began walking over to it. “Oh, come now. We both heard the same stories and rumors about super soldier projects that were in the works throughout Russia. We even know what was really found in Tunguska all those years ago. If it wasn’t for that discovery, I actually wouldn’t be here right now.”
Natasha did indeed remember that were was a facility out there in Siberia and how some of Russia’s more advanced secret tech came from there. If anything, Yelena at least helped confirm that the facility was still running and such information might help distract those chasing her should they learn of a hidden facility like that.
But that was under the notion if she got out of this alive.
“Don’t get me wrong. There’s a steep price for not only coming back to the land of the living….but also being able to do this!” Yelena jumped into the air and rebounded off of a steel beam above so as to come crashing down like a human missile right where Natasha was just a moment before.
Natasha didn’t expect the level of force behind Yelena’s impact. She went flying a fair distance from where she was and only stopped because of crashing into some building material like planks of wood. It knocked some wind out of her but she was at least focused enough to get back on to her feet. As she moved, Natasha noticed there was some steel beams being held in the air several floors about her.
It would be only Hell of a long shot in that it would be enough to kill Yelena but it might be just enough to incapacitate her at the very least.
Natasha turned back at where Yelena had landed and fired several shots at her general direction. She was doubtful that any shot might hurt her but at the very least she wanted to make sure she had Yelena’s attentions.
After firing five shots, Natasha reached into a side pocket and took out a small explosive device she had. Despite it’s size, Natasha knew how much of a punch it carried and figured it was more than enough to sever the chains that was holding the steel beams in the air.
She managed to throw it where she wanted it to go and moved as quickly as she could to get herself into position. However, Yelena appeared in front of her and back-handed Natasha who had just brought her arms up in time to block some of her attack. Natasha almost blacked out when she collided with whatever it was that stopped her from flying any farther back. It took a moment for her to gather from her muddled senses that she had hit one of the main support beams dead on.
Her entire back and her head were just in pain while the rest of her body was stunned. All Natasha could do was let herself slide down the beam and fall into slump on the ground. She tried her damnedest to get her mind to focus and to get herself moving again but Yelena made sure that Natasha was going to stay exactly where she was. Natasha was only just aware that something that had struck her right shoulder and that she was now pinned against the support beam.
Looking over to her shoulder, Natasha saw that it was a metal rod that was used to impale her against the steel support beam. She was actually impressed on how far the rod went through the support. More proof of how strong Yelena was for lower grade steel to pierce higher grade steel easily required a high level of force.
Natasha looked back at Yelena as she walked casually up to her. Both of them knew that Natasha wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. However, Yelena decided to make sure that Natasha wasn’t going anywhere when she bent the rod over so it was no longer straight. Yelena had waited a long for this and she wasn’t about to let the one person who has earned judgment from her to get away.
“Hmm, judging from the blood coming from your head, you might have a concussion.” Yelena said while wiping some blood that was on Natasha’s forehead before giving the woman a powerful flick of the forehead that made her had bang and bounce off the support beam. “Well, now you do.”
Natasha felt her head swim after that. She wasn’t sure if it was the flick itself or her head bouncing off of the metallic surface. The only thing she knew for certain was that she had to play for time. It was quite impossible but something might happen that would be in her favor if she could stall for time. And at the moment, that was all she had.
“I’ve waited for this moment for many years. I’ve endured pain the likes of which not even Hell itself could cause to the damned. All of that and now that moment is finally here, I honestly do not know what to do with you.” Yelena said after bending her knees so she could be about face level with Natasha.
“How about….telling me a story?” Natasha said with some effort. The woman wasn’t sure but she believed she might have more injuries than just a concussion.
Yelena blinked several times after hearing that before she openly laughed as her response. She had expected some kind of attempt at requesting mercy and was ready to show Natasha exactly the kind of mercy she was capable of. But even being trained to always expect the unexpected, Yelena never expected this from her old friend.
“Tell you what, since it’s the last thing you’ll ever hear, I’ll tell you exactly what was done to me after you shot me in the heart and left me for dead.” Yelena said after letting out the last of her honest laughter for Natasha.
The red head listened to every word the blonde said to her. About how after her body was recovered, it was sent to an off-the-book research facility.
Natasha took noticed on how Yelena mentioned her body as ‘it’ than her own. A sign that what was done to her was as inhuman as expected.
Yelena continued on by saying that the first experiments they conducted on her was to see if it was possible to ‘reactivate’ combat-effective soldiers. Natasha was told that if they were given a certain kind of nanotechnology, their bodies would become autonomous again but there was no guarantee that all of their high brain functions would remain intact. Yelena pointed out that wasn’t what they were going for initially, since they didn’t expect that she or any of the volunteers would actually be essentially brought back to life.
“You know all those movies of people coming back to life?” Yelena asked Natasha who managed to only nod in reply. “Well, there is a tiny detail that those movies tend to overlook when they use that for their stories. You see, the very second the body dies, it undergoes the process of decay and decomposition as does any living organism on this planet. The smallest of things break apart first like the very tips of nerve endings. The longer you’re dead, the further up the line of the nerves that break apart. Do you see where I’m going with this?”
Yelena didn’t wait for a reply from Natasha. Instead she took ahold of the metal rod that had the red head pinned against and, with little effort on her part, twisted it. The sound of metal grinding metal could be heard but Natasha wasn’t even paying any attention to that. Her body was injured but it was clear that Yelena wanted to inflict even more injuries.
“The very moment you’re fully conscious and aware of yourself, all the nerves that have atrophied suddenly come alive in a way that makes you beg that you were completely on fire just so you would feel something less painful. The only thing you can do in that moment….is scream.” Yelena took broken piece of pipe that was next to her and Natasha and stabbed the pinned woman in the leg.
As much as Natasha didn’t want to give Yelena the satisfaction of hearing her scream, the pipe easily pierced the bone in her leg. Yelena’s expression showed that she indeed enjoyed Natasha’s reaction.
“For them, it was a couple of months before they moved onto the next phase of their experimentation. For me, I knew nothing but pain and they did nothing to ease it. All they did was make sure my vocal chords were paralyzed enough so that I didn’t make so much of a racket that they couldn’t concentrate.”
Yelena left the pipe in Natasha's leg after making sure she hadn’t hit the artery within. She didn’t want Natasha to bled out and die in the next couple of minutes. No, she had waited too long for this moment to end in just a few minutes.
“After they started the next phase, the pain was slowly replaced with anticipation when I learned what they were doing to me and what opportunities it would afford me. They say it was only by sheer will that I survived everything as well as I did. Everyone else they subjected to experimentation couldn’t handle what was done to them.”
Seeing that Natasha was starting to lose consciousness, from pain or blood loss or even both, Yelena slowly twisted the pipe that was still in her leg.
“Don’t go blacking out on me just yet. We still have so much more catching up to do.”
Natasha started to resign herself that she was indeed going to suffer a slow death. Of all the enemies she had made in her years as a spy, she knew there was probably no one that remotely knew of her that didn’t want her to die bloody.
At that moment, of her mind imagining all the people who would wish her dead did only one face appear among them. One face, that for some reason that she had never been able to understand, belong to someone who would never wish any harm to her.
Natasha only laughed at herself when she realized that her last thought before being exposed to nothing but pain would be that of a teenager. A teenager that was the sole reason for her becoming an enemy to all the government super powers of the world and going on the run with no end in sight.
“Hmm… I just had the most wonderful idea. They told me to kill you to keep their secrets safe and I just realized, what better way to kill you than bring you back and have them experiment on you like they did me? I’m sure they’ve been wanting to try with a living subject and as a bonus, they might actually forgive you once they turn you into one of their expendable soldiers.”
Yelena was entirely truthful in her words but there were some things that she hadn’t told Natasha about what was done to her. For all the abilities that she now possessed, the downside was that she required regular sessions of being strapped to several machines. Each machine injected various compounds into her body and the effects of each compound were always temporary even though they had been enhanced enough to last longer than originally.
In a way, Natasha was the reason she became as such as she was now. It would make a certain sense of justice in Yelena’s view that Natasha should be used to in order to complete her. To make it so Yelena would no longer need to be strapped to machines and kept in cold storage until the time came when they needed her for something.
However, before Yelena could enact on her desire to bring Natasha back so she could be experimented on, someone out of nowhere yelled out “Heads Up!” before Yelena got hit hard enough to be sent flying off of her feet. She just managed to flip herself to plant her feet so that she wouldn’t skid along the ground after being hit. When she saw who it was that interrupted her, Yelena couldn’t help but laugh.
“So, the masked teenager that made her become a target is here to rescue her. Either you’re dumber than you look or seriously hard up for a date.”
“This coming from someone who threw several cars by hand and didn’t realize that someone was going to catch it on their cellphone and post it on YouTube. You do know that sooner or later, the Ultimates are going to be coming after you since the last time one person started openly trashing the city, he had green skin.”
Yelena laughed at that comment. “It would take more than just Iron Man or Captain America to stop me and last I checked, Thor isn’t even in the States right now. So itty bitty spider, what can you do to stop me?"
“This.”
Yelena looked at Natasha in confusion when she replied instead of Spider-Man. It wasn’t until she heard a noise above did Yelena realize that the small device Natasha showed off in her hand was a detonator and a bomb she had placed went off. The blonde woman didn’t have time to react when she looked up and saw multiple steel beams falling right down on top of her. Yelena only managed to avoid the ones that were going to directly hit her. The others that fell around her fell right on top of her with the deafening sound of metal crashing into metal being heard.
After all of the steel beams settled where they had fallen, Spider-Man moved over to the pile with the intent to see if the person was still alive. Natasha stopped him in his tracks when she told him that was only going to slow Yelena down.
“Huh? All that weight and metal and you’re saying that didn’t kill her?” Spider-Man asked while running up to Natasha and inspected her wounds.
“You said it yourself. She was strong enough to throw cars. Something like that will only slow her down and piss her off greatly at the same time. You want to stick around to see what she’s like when someone pisses her off?” Natasha said through the pain that her body was still experiencing.
“Something tells me you’re making an understatement in how someone like could be when they are pissed off.” Spider-Man replied while examining the metal rod that had the woman pinned against the support beam. He could see that he might be able to snap the end of the rod that was bent in order to free the red head but wasn’t sure how long it would take or how much pain he would cause during his attempts.
Picking up on the teenager’s thoughts, Natasha told him straight out to pull the rod out in order to free her.
“But...are you sure?” Spider-Man wasn’t sure if he should since he believe he might cause more harm than good.
“Just do it!” Natasha yelled out at Spider-Man. The tone of her voice clearly told him that this wasn’t up for debate nor was there time for anything else.
Spider-Man made sure he had a solid grip on the rod before pulling it back in one motion. Natasha screamed in pain at first but stopped herself and pushed past the pain. She knew that the more agitated she became, the worse her injuries would become and they were already very bad to begin with.
Spider-Man used his webs to make a makeshift bandage on Natasha’s shoulder to stop any further bleeding.
“Gotta say, didn’t expect to run into you when I heard about the ruckus being made in the city. I figured that maybe someone finally had it with the problem of city traffic. Or maybe it was that guy in that mechanical rhino suit again since it seemed he like to trash cars.” Spider-Man said after quickly making sure the webbing was going to hold and the bleeding was considerably less.
“And I didn’t expect you here at all. Not to sound ungrateful but how did you know to come here?” Natasha asked.
“Even in a city like New York, gunfire can easily be heard among all the typical noises you hear at night. I’m just one of the few New Yorkers that don’t ignore such sounds.” The teenager replied while taking a look at the pipe that was still in Natasha’s leg.
Again, picking up on his thoughts, Natasha told Spider-Man to get the both of them as quickly as he could away from here. They would deal with the leg injury once they knew Yelena wasn’t following them. The teenage vigilante was a bit apprehensive when he helped Natasha to her feet. The movement alone was painful for the woman, that much he could see but he knew that she was right. The sounds of the metal beams beginning to shift easily told him that the woman that was underneath them was beginning to free herself.
It wasn’t easy to web swing among the buildings with one arm and maintaining balance while carrying a bleeding person in the other arm. But Spider-Man was given more incentive to do the best he could when he heard in the distance of metal crashing followed by someone screaming out “I’ll Kill You!”.
The following sounds of what could easily be tons of metal crashing was enough to tell the teenager that the woman was taking her anger out on the construction zone.
‘Sheesh! Guess she really is pissed off.’ Spider-Man thought to himself. He was tempted to look back to see if maybe she was following them but decided against it. He believed his spider-sense would give him ample warning if he was being followed.
Also to ensure that they weren’t being followed, Spider-Man landed on the top of a subway train car that was on a line that went both above and below the city. Wasn’t easy riding on the top of the subway as it was going through the tunnels. Especially making sure not to draw attention that Spider-Man and a wounded woman was on top of the train car.
When the subway train came to a stop at one of the stations, Natasha noticed their location and told Spider-Man to head above ground here. She explained to him that they were near a safehouse and far enough away from where they left Yelena so this was their best chance at treating her wounds and taking a moment to catch their breath. Natasha even told them where they could sneak into the safehouse from underground since there was a hidden door that led to a tunnel that connected the subway line to the safehouse.
“Well, that’s definitely fortunate. It wouldn’t be easy to explain if someone called the cops after seeing someone in a Spider-Man outfit carrying a hot looking woman who clearly did not just come from a rave party that got out of hand.” Spider-Man said while helping to carry Natasha to the hidden entrance after they got off of the subway train and entered into the tunnel itself.

“Probably not. Also, Yelena is no doubt listening to the police transmission band. Knowing that you’re helping me, she would come running the second the word ‘Spider-Man’ was spoken.” Natasha said to the teenager while guiding him to the door.
“Yelena, that’s the name of the woman that obviously doing some serious steroids abuse?”
“Yeah and before you ask, no I won’t tell you why she wants me dead. At least not yet.” Natasha replied.
“Okay, you’ll tell me after we get the pipe she rammed into your leg out.” Spider-Man’s tone of voice easily told the woman that his question were going to be answered real soon.
When they reached where Natasha had told Spider-Man to go, the teenager watched the woman do something that the teenager had only seen in spy movies. By moving a pipe upwards, which was clearly fake but looked so real at the same time, Spider-Man saw that there was a digital keypad. Natasha punched in a several numbers in sequence on the keypad before moving the pipe back into it’s original postiion. There was several audible clicks before the hidden door revealed itself.
“And here I thought Hollywood just made up stuff about spies and their secret hideouts.” Spider-Man said outloud but mostly to himself.
“You be surprise what Hollywood actually knows about the real world and how at the same time they don’t even realize that they know.” Natasha replied as the two of them walked through the door and entered the safehouse. “The world as a whole would probably deny outright that a lot of historical writers weren’t just writing things that they had imagined.”
“Why do I get the feeling H.G. Wells and H.P. Lovecraft are on that particular list?”
Natasha only smiled in response and somehow that made Spider-Man feel a cold chill run down his spine. Not because of how it made more sense now in what H.G. Wells wrote but the teenage superhero knew exactly what H.P. Lovecraft wrote and if even one of his stories was true…
“Okay...lets not think about the fact Chutullu might be real...lets just worry about the here and now.”
Natasha had to stop herself from smiling since she detected some nervousness in the teenager’s voice. She might’ve taken the opportunity to tease him about it but her body quickly reminded her that it was desperate need of medical attention.
Once inside the safehouse, Natasha directed Peter over to a room that was clearly a kind of medical room judging by all the medical equipment and the examination platform that was in the center of the room. Both of them wasted no time in removing the pipe from Natasha’s leg and bound the wound as best as they could.
However, Natasha became worried when she noticed that the pain wasn’t as intense as she expected it to be. Her body itself was starting to feel cold and numb in various places. Natasha knew from her own experiences that her body had lost too much blood and was starting to shut down. Even though she had planned for this to be the safehouse she would operate from, Natasha hadn’t finished getting the necessary supplies for the place. Particularly one item that she definitely needed at the moment which was plasma packs to help with blood loss.
Her options were limited and becoming less available to her with each passing second. The only idea she had that came to her was to call in a favor. It was definitely dangerous if she called in this favor, more so now because of what just happened in the city. But the stakes were too high for her to ignore. Especially now that she knew her old comrade Yelena was alive and definitely enhanced. Her former employers were getting ready to make their move and she was the only x-factor that could ruin their plans this late in the game.
No, that wasn’t true. Natasha looked over at the teenager in front of her. She had her suspicions before but it was only when he appeared when she needed, for a lack of a better term in her mind at the moment, a miracle did Natasha decide that Peter Parker was the real x-factor that could go against all of her former employers. Even those that were within S.H.I.E.L.D.
“Peter.” Natasha said, knowing that saying his real name would give her all of his attention. “I need you to call someone.”
Spider-Man looked at Natasha for a moment and realized that she was serious. “I take it you don’t want me to call an ambulance.”
“No. I want you to call Janet Van Dyne. Tell her that I’m calling in a favor. She’ll know what it means.”
Removing his mask, Peter looked at Natasha with all seriousness since now that he had a moment to gather his thoughts. He remembered Janet telling him that Natasha was considered rogue by Nick Fury and S.H.I.E.L.D. and even someone like him knew that being labeled as a rogue only worked in your favor if you were still in high school.
“With what happened at the construction site, saving you from that psycho blonde was the right thing to do. How is not telling certain authority figures where you are right now the right thing to do?”
It was an honest question, that much Natasha expected from Peter. Now was the time prove to herself that she could place her faith in someone like Peter and know it would be rewarded.
“I’ve known who you were under that mask for a while now. If I had wanted to cause any trouble for you, I could have easily told the Daily Bugle your identity and given them proof all within an afternoon. We may not have met under the best of circumstances the first time but that was because I didn’t know you. I won’t say I know you now but I trust you now. I only ask that you give me the chance to earn your trust.”
“You used some pretty words there but you’re still asking a lot and not giving anything in return.” Peter was easily tempted to call Nick Fury and tell him about the woman in front of him.
He might’ve actually done so had his mind not decide to remember the fact he was protecting two former super-criminals. If he was as serious as doing the right thing as he believed himself to be, Peter knew that he would have called the police and told them about Lori and Lana Baumgartner. He couldn’t argue that the circumstances between the three of them was ‘right’ and it would make him a hypocrite if he decided to act as such now.
“Tell you what, we get you patched up and we’ll go from there, okay?” Peter said, his voice conveying an undeniable honesty within.
Natasha didn’t realize that she was holding her breath until she let it out in a sigh of relief. Reaching into her back pocket, the spy pulled out a cellphone and handed it to Peter. “That’s a burner phone. So long as you keep the call under a minute, it cannot be traced. When you call Janet, tell her that a red head is calling in a favor for not squashing a spider.”
Peter looked confuse at what Natasha said but automatically assumed it was some kind of code talk that only Janet would understand without raising suspicions.
It took only 50 seconds for Peter to contact Janet and relay the message. He was surprised in that Janet didn’t start asking more question other than why he was calling her so late at night. It was when Janet arrived at the safehouse did she bombard both Peter and Natasha with questions galore.
Janet’s line of question so continuous that Peter actually had to put his hand over her mouth just to edge in a word.
“Easy, here’s the basic information.” Peter said to Janet while keeping her mouth covered at the moment. “Natasha got attacked by someone who obviously isn’t a nice person and is able to do things that a typical person on the street is not able to do. It wasn’t a fight between two spies in the city and I think it’s safe to say that whoever sent her after Natasha wasn’t from S.H.I.E.L.D.”
Peter removed his hand before he continued speaking. “And if it was someone sent by S.H.I.E.L.D., than there is a strong possibility that either someone inside of SHIELD or Nick Fury himself made such arrangements.”
“But why would someone like Nick Fury do something like that? You made it sound like he hired a mercenary to….”
“To eliminate someone while claiming that he had no foreknowledge of it and would not be affected by either mercenary’s success or failure.” Natasha said to Janet who suddenly started connecting the points within her mind.
Nothing was said for several moments among the three individuals until Peter reminded himself why Janet was called here in the first place.
“Look, we can argue about the implications of a woman running New York City with the strength of Thor later. Right now, we got someone who is clearly in need of medical attention.”
“Oh, right.” Janet said to herself in about the same manner as someone who forgot their car keys before getting into the car.
“Glad to see I’m not completely forgotten.” Natasha was annoyed with Janet but let it slide when she began the task she was called for.
Peter watched as Janet did what she could but the expression on the woman’s face became more grim with each passing second. Even Natasha who had been laying down on the examination table noticed Janet’s expression and so was the first to ask if things were as dismal as it appeared.
“You’ve definitely lost a lot of blood and you’re still losing more from some internal injuries. I don’t have enough plasma packs with me to counteract the lost.”
“Can’t we just go out and bring back more? I’m pretty sure I’m fast enough to go out and come back with enough for her.” Peter was already half way to running out the door to get what was needed.
Janet could only shake her head. “Natasha needs a transfusion within the next ten minutes and it has to be almost continuous in order for her body to keep function until I can heal her internal injuries.”
Hearing that easily told Peter that they were out of options. Save for one and it was about as desperate as a shot in the dark could be.
“Janet, set it up so Natasha can receive my blood.” Peter wasn’t surprised in the least that both women looked at him as if he had just grown a second head. “My blood type is Type-O which makes me a universal donor. Use my blood as the main source until you’ve patched all of her internal injuries. Once that’s done, you should be able to switch her over to the plasma packs.”
“That might work if your blood was normal. Any standard blood typing test may say your type is still Type-O but from a genetic standpoint, it may be too altered for her body or maybe her body may be too weak to process it. The odds are too great in that it would be the same as giving someone the wrong blood type and causing renal failure.”
Peter knew Janet was right from a medical point. But it was the only shot Natasha had at the moment and Peter wasn’t about to sit by and do nothing again.
“Do it.”
Peter and Janet looked at Natasha when she said that. “Sounds like it’s the only chance I have left if I want to live. You can make the joke of it being the worst time to play Russian Roulette but even if there’s a chance, I’ll take it.”
Janet wanted to try and talk Natasha out of her decision but stopped herself. There was little time left and arguing with the red head wasn’t going to help the situation in the least.
“Alright. Who am I to argue with someone who wants to play Russian Roulette?” Janet said while going over to the travel bag she brought with her that contain some of the supplies she needed.
“I said you can joke about it. Didn’t say you should.” Natasha sent a weak glare at Janet when she spoke.
“Wasn’t joking.” Janet replied without turning back to face the woman. “Prep her arm, Peter. Preferably the uninjured arm.”
Peter did as instructed while Janet assembled the tools needed for the operations. But before he injected the needled into main blood vessel, Natasha stopped him by grabbing his hands. Peter got the impression that maybe Natasha changed her mind but became even more confused on what she did next.
Natasha may not have a lot of strength left in her body at the moment but she put almost everything she had left into bring Peter’s face close to hers so she could finally do something she had been dreaming about for the longest of time. She didn’t notice the surprise on Peter’s face when she kissed him or cared when Janet turned around and saw the two of them being intimate. When she finished, Natasha looked Peter directly into his wide eyes.
“Thank you. For everything.” Natasha said to the stunned teenager who only mumbled some unintelligible words out in response.
Janet’s initial surprise ended and was replace with humor when she saw Peter’s mental processing come to a screeching halt. Strangely enough, Janet suddenly had a good feeling about this foolish idea. Like it might actually work despite the odds.
“Easy there, Natasha. Since we’re doing this blood transfusion, I would rather do it in the normal fashion by tapping an arm. Get him hot under the collar even more and I might have to tap something else that’s much lower than an arm.”
Peter got Janet’s meaning and wondered briefly if Janet would actually go through with it. Janet only laugh at Peter’s worried gaze before telling him to calm down. She whispered into Peter’s ear and told him that the last thing she would do was damage something that gave her so much pleasure.
Janet went on with her preparations while Peter tried to come up with something to make it seem what Natasha had heard was a joke between them. Peter was so into trying to kill any suspicion that he had slept with a married woman that he didn’t even notice right away that Janet had stuck his arm with the needle and began the transfusion process.
“Hey! You didn’t have to put a hole in my uniform. I could have rolled up the sleeve if you gave me a second.” Peter said while taking note that Janet had actually hit the main vein on her first try.
“Don’t worry about it.” Janet said after bringing over a chair for Peter to sit in and handing him what looked like a rubber ball. ‘Here, squeeze this. It’ll help create a steady blood flow from you to her.”
“You happened to have a rubber bouncing ball with you?” Peter asked while taking said item in hand and began doing as instructed.
“It’s my inspiration tool. Whenever I’m working on something and get stuck, I just bounce it around until I’m inspired again.”
Peter didn’t question that about Janet. He remember when he figured out the formula for his web shooters after several months of trying, he had done so while in his underwear.
‘To each his or her own means, I guess.’ Peter thought to himself as he watched his blood travel down the surgical line and enter into Natasha. He also focused on Janet as the woman began doing what she could heal the wounds. The tools she was using were definitely not the kind one would expect to find at a typical public hospital.
The only real question Peter Parker had at the moment wasn’t if this procedure would work. But what would come after it was done. He knew that Janet had some questions she wanted answered as well. And that wasn’t even including what to do with Natasha herself.
Peter looked into Natasha’s eyes before she closed them out of exhaustion. Peter wasn’t entirely sure but he could have sworn the woman conveyed one more message to him even though it was unspoken. He would ask her when she woke up on what that last message meant.
Like what had he done to her that made her trust him so completely now?
Peter might have found it inspiring if not for the fact of who this woman was.
‘Why do I get the feeling that next several headaches I’m about to go through as both Spider-Man and as Peter Parker, you’ll somehow be at the root of it all?’

Next Chapter: A Not-So-Typical Week.

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Author’s Note: Sorry for the delay. Had a couple of issues to address in life before I had time to type out the stories. Also, been a long time coming in working to add Natasha Romanov, the Black Widow, to Peter Parker’s group. The next chapter of the story is going to focus on other elements that are working to bring about their plans such as Norman Osborn and Wilson Fisk. Time for the antagonists to get some serious firepower on their side. And in case anyone might be wondering, Yelena Belova is going to be Ultimate Superia in this story. Yelena is modeled after the Marvel comic book character Deidre Wentworth who goes by the codename Superia. It will be made clear in later chapters about the method to this level of madness for Yelena.
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