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The Red Queen Chronicles: The Secret	By : marvelmaster616 Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Spiderman Views: 8377 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The Red Queen Chronicles: The Secret
Chapter 2: Conditioning and Control
Hellfire Private Island – Years Ago
“It’s time, Cindy. I know you want this. Please…let me give it to you.”
Those words sounded so enticing and sincere. For Cindy Moon, it was more than enough to trigger all sorts of emotions and desires…the kind she thought she couldn’t feel while hiding away on some secret island, cut off from the world for her own good. Since the day she said goodbye to her family, she tried shutting out the feelings of isolation that came with being trapped. However, her caretakers, as she came to call them, didn’t make that easy for her.
“This isn’t real. I know it can’t be real,” said Cindy, shaking her head vigorously.
“Does that matter?” retorted Ezekiel Sims, the man in which she’d place so much trust. “The man before you is real…flesh, blood, and everything in between, minus a sense of self.”
“I’ve even made a few refinements,” added Selene, the raven-haired women Cindy also had to trust, if only because Ezekiel did. “If you’re in need of a little playful intimacy, this is the best you’re going to get…on or off this island.”
The way that woman talked still sent chills down her spine, but Cindy couldn’t make that too obvious. She was still at the mercy of her and Ezekiel’s whims. By nearly every measure, they were offering more mercy than usual.
Ever since she’d arrived on the island, her days had been spent training, exercising, and studying. Mornings were spent refining her new spider powers in the special training area Ezekiel had set up in the basement. Afternoons were spent studying with tutors, providing the equivalent of a college education, albeit mixed in with survival and fighting tactics. Evenings were spent keeping up with news of the outside world, especially when it pertained to Spider-Man, the new vigilante who had recently showed up in New York City. Her entire first year had been so regimented, devoid of family, friends, and basic social interaction.
Now, Ezekiel and Selene presented her with a strange, yet pragmatic solution. Using some sort process – one that likely involved magic and some other powerful forces that she’d prefer not know about – they’d created for her the familiar male figure that now stood before her. She’d come down into the training area in her workout clothes expecting some rigorous training. Seeing the face, body, and other features intimate features of her former boyfriend, Hector, left her stunned and a little awkward.
Standing frozen in place just beyond the entrance to the area, Cindy wasn’t sure how to react. Everything about her life had become so distant and detached. The idea that she was now looking at a complete manifestation of her former boyfriend was hard to process.
‘I know what they’re doing. They’re not even trying to hide it. Using my first boyfriend…tempting me with things I never got to share with him…I don’t know if this counts as cruelty or generosity, but damn it if it’s not working!’
Cindy stared down the figure before her. On the surface, she was looking at the face and body of Hector. However, there was little trace of the awkward, but sweet boy she’d known in his gaze. Considering how close they’d gotten before she got bit by that spider, it mattered to her. After being so isolated, though, it didn’t matter as much as she wanted it to…especially for certain parts of her body.
“As you can see, I modeled every trait, feature, and sinew off the boy you knew,” Selene went on, gesturing towards the figure as though he were a new car. “Thanks to Ezekiel’s little cloning operations and my mystical skills, I’m quite good at creating mindless, obedient servants who also happen to be exceptionally endowed.”
“Yeah, I can see that,” said Cindy, blushing at some of the body parts she pointed towards.
“I understand you had a tearful goodbye with Hector before you left New York,” Ezekiel added. “I also sensed you wanted more than a kiss before you parted ways.”
“So you were spying on me,” she said. “Guess I wasn’t being paranoid when I cut that moment short.”
“It was for your own good, Cindy. Everything Selene and I have done for you has been to that end. We want you to be strong. We want you to maintain some connection to the world you left. I know being apart from your family and your home has been difficult.”
“You have no fucking clue,” Cindy said under her breath.
“However, we need you to remain strong, mentally and physically. It’s the only way you’ll stand a chance against Morlun and the grim fate he’ll bring with him…to you and your family.”
Cindy hugged her shoulders and shuddered, trying again to hide the dread she felt whenever the old man reminded her of why she’d left so much behind. After getting her powers, she’d been so scared for herself and her family. It was out of that fear that she broke up with Hector, despite wanting to introduce him to her family just a few days before. She’d even entertained thoughts about going all the way with him on their next date…an experience they never got to share.
Those thoughts soon became dreams, lost desires that she’d never get to fulfill. Now, Ezekiel and Selene had presented her with what might have been the next best thing. It was hard enough that they gave her so much, forcing her to rely on them and their resources to protect her family. They just kept finding ways to make it harder.
“Come,” Selene offered, gesturing towards her. “See for yourself. He may not have the personality of the boy you knew, but he’s fully capable of doing all the things teenage girls fantasize about doing with boys.”
“We could’ve made him look like anyone,” Ezekiel added, “from a generic male to a mock-up of whatever male actor you fancied in your youth.”
“I’m sure you two know every boy band I crushed on in third grade,” said Cindy dryly.
“Which is why we decided to go with someone you already knew intimately…albeit, to a point,” he said. “Like it or not, you do need this, Cindy. Your powers give you many physical gifts. To maximize the use of those gifts, we need you in peak condition in both mind and body.”
“And as it just so happens, this will help with both,” said Selene coyly. “A strong, resilient woman needs both the mental and physical release that certain intimate acts produce. That’s what we want to give you, Ms. Moon.”
“For me or for you?” she wondered under her breath.
Cindy swallowed nervously, but eventually turned her attention back to Hector. The healthy heterosexual woman in her – the same woman that had been isolated for over a year now with few sexual outlets – couldn’t help but admire the sight before her. Just seeing the boy she once knew, completely naked and exposed to her, was enough to evoke a moist heat between her legs.
Unable to avoid the truth in their words, Cindy finally stepped forward and approached the figure of Hector. Ezekiel got out of her way while Selene remained next to Hector, still hovering over him as though he were more a prop than a figure. Given the power she’d demonstrated, it probably wasn’t far from the truth.
“Creating obedient minions from heaps of flesh is my specialty,” Selene said. “In fact, my darling Ezekiel here has provided much of the raw materials I’ve used to create the various servants that maintain the Hellfire Club’s operation and provide intimate company.”
“You give me too much credit, my dear,” said Ezekiel. “I merely provide the ingredients. You work the magic.”
“And it’s a potent magic, to say the least,” said the Black Queen. “These beings have a strict, narrow purpose. For you, Ms. Moon, that purpose goes beyond intimate companionship.”
“I’m sure it does,” Cindy said distantly as she neared Hector’s figure. “You keep saying there are always greater forces at work. Isn’t that what you’ve been preparing me for?”
“It’s one of the things,” she said. “There are many other lessons to learn besides battling Morlun and protecting your family. Some can only be learned by experience…raw, uninhibited experience.”
The sexual connotations in her tone were obvious, if not a little crude. Cindy had never been that uncomfortable with sex, although she still avoided talking about it with her parents. She didn’t deny that she had a sex drive, having masturbated regularly since middle school. She never got to do more than that with Hector. The idea that she could have that experience, even without the emotional or personal connections, was pretty enticing.
Now standing just a few feet from his naked form, Cindy reached out to touch exposed flesh of the man in front of her. It felt real, reminding her of how it felt to embrace him the day they said goodbye to one another. It still had a very sterile aura to it, one that made obvious that there was no mind or soul within the figure. It was just a hunk of human flesh, animated to mimic certain behaviors.
As Cindy traced her hands over his chest, though, her libido didn’t care. From the perspective of her loins, she was still standing in front of naked man. She was still a healthy young woman who wanted to have sex and explore intimate feelings. Even if it was fake, she still wanted it.
“Hector,” Cindy said distantly.
“Cindy…I’m here,” he replied, his voice as mechanical as a recorded message.
“Go on,” Selene said, finally stepping aside. “Get undressed. Show him that you want this.”
Cindy, now feeling the warmth radiating from his naked body, did as the Black Queen requested. Not caring that both Selene and Ezekiel were still watching, she took off her shirt and training bra, her well-developed breasts tumbling free. Hector, if it was even right to call him that, barely reacted. Then, she slid out of her sweatpants, underwear, and shoes. Again, he didn’t react. The only part of him that reacted was his penis, which began stiffening as soon as began undressing.
‘It’s not Hector…not even close. He’d make a goofy, but adorable face if he saw me in a bra. This guy isn’t doing anything and yet…I still want it.’
Fate seemed unavoidable, as Ezekiel had so often preached. Desire, leverage, and just plain horniness led her to once again make the only choice that seemed feasible. The alternative was more isolation and she couldn’t stand that. The price was granting even more leverage to him and Selene, which she couldn’t stand, either. In the end, though, unavoidable fate won out.
“Your training has done you well, Cindy,” said Selene, her eyes drifting up and down her naked body.
“Um…thanks,” Cindy said, hiding her discomfort.
“Don’t be embarrassed. You’re a beautiful young woman,” the Black Queen said, “beautiful, strong, and very sexual…more so than you let on. Hector here can prove it.”
She gestured towards Hector, who acted as though he’d been commanded via pre-programmed actions. He took her in his arms, pulling her into a naked embrace that caught her by surprise. However, the feeling of his naked skin touching hers triggered an immediate reaction.
He affectionately kissed her neck, trailing one hand down her butt and while using the other to caress her face. Cindy let out a light gasp as her heart rate jumped, hormones and pent up desire going into overdrive. The air around her became so hot, especially between her legs. She could already feel his semi-erect dick pressing against her thigh, his every touch aching with lust. It was still a false lust, though. She kept trying to remind herself of that.
‘It isn’t real. He’s not Hector. It’s just…’
That train of thought stopped the moment Hector shifted his hand from her butt to her pussy, grazing his fingers over her outer folds that were already very moist.
‘Oh fuck! Why does it have to feel so good?’
Cindy let out another sharp gasp, one that seemed to seal her fate and vindicate Selene. She could feel the Black Queen’s smug grin, as well as Ezekiel’s approving glance. They both had to know what they were doing to her, using her desires to strengthen their control on her. It was bad enough she had entrusted them with protecting her family and preparing her for Morlun. Now, they were using her sex drive against her, giving them even more leverage.
“See? You do want this,” Selene said. “You and your boyfriend never got to this point, but you planned to. You weren’t going to wait until your wedding night. In fact, I doubt you would’ve waited until your prom night.”
Cindy didn’t reply, in part because Hector was fingering her pussy and kissing her on the lips. She wouldn’t have wanted to anyway. She didn’t want to give the raven-haired woman the satisfaction.
That didn’t make her words any less true. She had planned on giving herself to Hector at some point, if not by the end of her junior year, then definitely before the summer. She’d even begun rehearsing the awkward conversations they would have and fantasizing about the moment they would share. None of that happened. Fate just wouldn’t allow it. Not knowing if she’d ever get another chance to experience such a feeling, Cindy decided to take whatever little fate gave her.
“Let this become another part of your training,” Ezekiel added, “more reward than incentive, so to speak.”
“It beats other, less pleasurable kinds of training,” joked Selene.
“Keep trusting in me…trust in your place within the Web of Fate…and you’ll get opportunities like this to exercise your desires. Make no mistake, though. With trust comes submission. Through submission, you’ll get what you seek…in accord with fate, that is.”
Cindy had known Ezekiel long enough to pick up on the subtext of his musings. All his talk about fate and trust was just code for reminding her that he was still in charge. He still determined how her fate would play out and that of her family. Even a reward, sexual or otherwise, was intended to reinforce that.
“Oh you make it sound so callous, my darling,” said Selene in a bemused chuckle. “You know and I most certainly know that there are many benefits to submission. Our aspiring agent of fate, here, deserves to appreciate them.”
The Black Queen narrowed her gaze on Cindy again. With his lips still entwined with hers, he reacted again like well-trained pet. Like a reflex, Hector grabbed her by the butt and lifted her up off the floor, catching her off-guard again. He then laid her on the floor atop the training mat where she usually practiced combat moves. Once on her back, he got on top of her, his naked body hovering over hers with raw lust in his eyes.
Cindy, dazed with desire and resigned to her fate, went along with it. She even spread her legs and allowed Hector to position himself between them. As far as she was concerned, they had passed the point of no return. She was going to have sex. It wasn’t going to happen in the way she’d imagined with Hector, but at the very least, she was half-right.
“You know what to do, Hector,” Selene said, kneeling down and talking right into his ear. “Eat her out. Get her nice and wet. Then, fuck her. Make sure she comes before you. If, after ward, she wants more, then give her more until she’s satisfied.”
“Cindy…I want to satisfy you,” Hector said, his voice still cold and mechanical.
“That will be your duty from now on. Don’t just fuck her. Make her want to fuck. Make her crave it. The more she wants it, the more you’ll want to give it to her. Submit and embrace the great pleasures of fate!”
Selene wasn’t even trying to be subtle anymore. She was using Cindy’s desires and lust against her, thereby strengthening her and Ezekiel’s hold on her. A part of her hated it, but too many other parts of her wanted to submit. There seemed to be no other way.
The figure of Hector, being the obedient meat puppet that Ezekiel and Selene had made, did exactly what fate had ordained. Still flat on her back, her legs spread wide, he trailed his lips down her torso and eventually settled within her inner thighs. He didn’t hesitate for a second to bury his face in her pussy, licking and teasing her moist folds. Almost immediately, Cindy felt an onslaught of hot sensations.
“Oohhh Hector!” she cried out.
It sounded like lines from a script. She knew the man going down on her wasn’t Hector. She wasn’t in her old bedroom in Queens either, sneaking her boyfriend in through a window so they could enjoy some illicit intimacy behind her parents’ back. Their sex was just another part of the fate that Ezekiel had laid out for her…another act for which the choice had been made for her. At least it was the kind of fate that actually felt good.
“Come, my dear,” said Ezekiel. “Let us give Cindy and her companion some privacy.”
“You’re no fun. You know how much I enjoy watching others writhe in submissive bliss,” joked Selene.
“I’m sure fate will give you plenty more opportunities. There are so many forces guiding Ms. Moon’s path. Let her enjoy this one.”
Selene rolled her eyes and grinned, casting Cindy one last lurid glare, as if to let her know that she could only resist her desires to a point. She might or might not have been playing mind games, but Cindy was too dazed to make sense of them. At the moment, her only concern was getting the most pleasure out of her first sexual experience.
She barely noticed Selene and Ezekiel walking out through the main door and closing it behind them. She definitely noticed when Hector stuck his tongue into her pussy. With the utmost drive – not that he could do anything else, being a mindless servant – he began eating her out.
“Yes! Like that, Hector! Just…just like that!” Cindy gasped.
With those encouraging words, Hector put more energy into his efforts, showing the same obedience to her as he did Selene. He used his fingers to part her folds wider, probing deeper and stimulating her sensitive depths. Selene must have also imparted a thorough understanding of female anatomy or something because there was no way a teenage boy could be that skilled.
However Hector got those skills, they did the trick. Each act of oral teasing sent more surges up through her body, intensifying her arousal. Her body soon ached for sex, the desire quickly escalating into a burning need. The circumstances and the details no longer mattered.
“So hot…so wet,” Cindy moaned. “Hector…I’m ready. Don’t make me wait a second longer!”
The man – or mindless servant in the body of a man, as it were – couldn’t heed her request fast enough. Almost immediately, Hector stopped eating her pussy out and rose back into an upright position. Cindy noticed he now had a full erection. Whether by obedience or some other mechanism that Selene and Ezekiel had built in, Hector was ready to fuck her and she was ready to embrace the feeling.
Like an obedient soldier following orders, he got on top of her. Following her own instincts and desires, Cindy wrapped her legs around his waist and grabbed onto his shoulders. His hands now securely on her thighs, Hector aligned the tip of his cock with her wet entrance. Closing her eyes, she braced herself for the coming feeling. Then, in a single motion, Hector thrust his hips forward and drove his dick into her pussy.
“Ohhh Hector!” Cindy cried out.
Saying his name out loud felt so hollow. She knew it wasn’t the real Hector on top of her. The boy she knew – the one she’d fantasized about sleeping with in her private moments – was only a memory. The figure to which she just gave her virginity was more minion than man. Cindy knew that in her mind and in her heart. The rest of her body, though, didn’t care.
“Cindy…my darling,” Hector said, his voice flat and devoid of real emotion.
He gave her a brief moment as her inner muscles stretched to accommodate his length. It must have been part of Selene’s orders, knowing she was a virgin until a few moments ago. There was some initial discomfort, but it quickly faded. Him going down on her first had gotten her so wet, allowing his member to slide into her with relative ease.
Once her tight folds adjusted, Hector dug his knees and feet into the training mat under him and began moving his body in a succession of sexual movements. With each motion, she felt his cock slither within the folds of her pussy, her womanly heat surrounding his manly length. Cindy clung to his arms, holding on as her body rocked in accord with his. She still kept her eyes closed, focusing only on the sensations of pleasure and not the fact that she was fucking some mindless servant that had been made to look like her ex-boyfriend.
‘He’s not Hector. He’s just a mindless, passionless hunk of flesh…one that just happens to feel like the man I once knew. And God, it feels good! It’s so fake, but…it feels good.’
There was no way around it, but Cindy was beyond caring. Having resided herself to the fate that Ezekiel and Selene had ordained, the most she could do was enjoy the pleasurable sensations that came. It wasn’t the most romantic, passionate kind of sex that she’d wanted for her first time, but it still felt good.
Hector – or whatever the hell he was supposed to be, not that it mattered – did his part to the letter. He fucked her at a steady, thorough pace. He was slow at first, being careful with each thrust. As Cindy soaked in the feeling, she encouraged him to go faster, lifting her hips to supplement each motion and allowing her hands to roam over his upper body. She found herself pawing and caressing various parts of his manly flesh, feeling around his muscles and skin.
It intensified the feeling and not just because of the sexual sensations that came with it. That hot feeling – the intimate touching of someone’s naked skin – was something she hadn’t experienced much since she arrived on the island with Ezekiel and Selene. There were no hugs from her parents or playful roughhousing with her brother. It left her feeling isolated and alone. Just being able to touch someone intimately, even if they were just fake manifestation of her ex, helped fill part of that void.
The pleasure from their sex made the feeling more complete…at least as complete as she could hope for, given her circumstances. It still did the trick in terms of guiding her towards her peak. It didn’t come quite as quickly as she’d hoped, but it was within reach. It would just take more effort than she’d hoped for her first time.
“Hector,” Cindy said as their sweaty bodies rocked, “I…I want to be on top. Please…let me ride you until I come.”
“Yes, my darling Cindy,” Hector said in his obedient tone.
Once again, Hector did as he was told without hesitation. He briefly ceased his thrusting, grabbed onto her waist, and pulled her into an upright position, his dick remaining inside her pussy. He then laid down on his back, keeping his hands on her waist and allowing her free reign.
At that moment, an unexpected rush of energy overtook Cindy. Now straddling Hector’s waist, her knees and toes digging hard into the mat, she gyrated her hips and worked his dick inside her pussy with greater vigor. She was much less careful than he’d been, establishing a harder, faster rhythm. She ended up placing both hands on his chest, leaning forward somewhat and holding on for leverage. It led to greater surge of sensations, coursing up through her body in sharp surges of pleasure.
“Yes! Ooh yes!” she grunted in between fervent motions. “I…I’m close. I’m going to…come!”
“Cindy,” Hector said distantly.
“Shut up!” Cindy yelled. “Don’t say anything. Juts…let me come!”
That outburst surprised her, but in the heat of the moment, it was necessary. She couldn’t stand that flat, impersonal tone of his. She didn’t need another reminder that the man she was fucking wasn’t Hector…or even a sentient man, for that matter. He was just as shell meant to evoke the necessary feelings of lust. If that was the best Cindy could hope for after losing her family and freedom, then she might as well embrace it.
Keeping her eyes closed, focusing only on the sensations flowing through her, she rode the rigid cock of the figure under her, her pelvis rhythmically smacking against his as she worked her pussy along the length of his shaft. As her peak drew near, she used one hand to fondle her clit while keeping the other on her chest. After a few hard gyrations, she finally sent herself over the edge.
“Ohhh I’m coming! I’m coming!” Cindy cried out.
Hector, still obedient from earlier, remained silent as she threw her head back and let out a cry of ecstasy that echoed throughout the training room. Her back arched and her pussy throbbed in accord with her sexual release. Hot waves of pleasure erupted from her core, spreading throughout her body and covering her in an orgasmic bliss.
For a brief moment, Cindy wasn’t trapped on some mansion on a hidden island, trying to evade some immortal vampire. For a moment, she wasn’t some unlucky young woman who got bit by a spider, had her life upended, and had to send her family into hiding in order to protect them. Instead, she was just a young woman enjoying the basic pleasures of the flesh.
Sure, it involved fucking a lifeless, soulless hunk of male flesh meant to look like her ex-boyfriend. It also came courtesy of Selene and Ezekiel, who had total control of her fate. They might have controlled almost every aspect of her life so far, but at least there was one feeling she controlled.
‘It feels good…so warm and smooth, like silk all over my skin. God, I needed this! Hell, I’m going to need a LOT of this to stay sane here.’
Cindy lingered in that orgasmic state for as long as her body allowed. When it finally passed and her body settled, she let out deep sigh and opened her eyes. Hector was still under her and his dick was still in her. He still had that vacant, soulless look in his eyes. It limited the amount of intimacy and affection she could feel. However, it was still pleasurable in just the way she needed.
“You can…speak now,” Cindy told him.
“Thank you, my darling Cindy,” Hector said flatly.
“Just…Cindy,” she said while still catching her breath. “From now on, call me Cindy…and say as little as possible. Got that?”
“Yes…Cindy.”
The man – shell or no shell – learned quickly. Cindy even laughed somewhat, finding the whole situation somewhat humors. At that moment, she realized she hadn’t just fucked some mindless male drone. She basically fucked a personalized sex toy, one that looked and felt like a man she’d been attracted to before.
Rising up off his cock, Cindy laid down on top of the naked man, resting her head on his chest and pretending that she and Hector had just made love on their prom night. It didn’t matter that it was all a farce. If the illusion of intimacy was all she could control, then she would take it.
“I’m going to lay with you like this for a while,” said Cindy. “I want you to hold me…as though you’re my actual lover.”
“Yes, Cindy,” the man replied simply.
“Then, after my brain catches up with my body…I’m going to fuck you again. I’m going to fuck you as much as I want…as hard and as long as I need. You’re doing to do exactly as I say…help me feel what I want to feel, if only in part.”
“Yes, Cindy,” he said again.
She let out another sigh, still smiling to herself. It might have been the afterglow from her orgasm, but the implications of what she’d done was starting to set in.
To some extent, Cindy now had something few women with a healthy sex drive could boast…a perfect, inexhaustible sexual outlet. Something about that excited Cindy. Having had so little control of her life since that spider bit her, just having some level of control over one aspect of her life felt liberating. If she was to maintain her strength and her sanity, then she had to hold onto it. That way, if she ever regained some control of her life, she would be ready.
Abandoned Shaw Industry Office Park – Present Day
“I’m not sure I’m ready for this,” Cindy wondered out loud as she paced anxiously
“You’ll be fine, Cindy. We’ve made sure of it,” said Peter, who stood nearby and not nearly as anxious. “Between Mary Jane’s connections, my history with Ezekiel, and this only-slightly-crazy plan of ours, we’re in good shape.”
“I believe that. You and Mary Jane have given me plenty of reasons to trust your word.”
“I like to think that’s also a byproduct of having sex on an office desk.”
“Which is why that’s not the reason I’m feeling so tense about this,” Cindy said, hugging her shoulders and clinging to whatever strength she could. “I believe in this plan. Everything beyond that, though – my future, my family, and my life, as a whole – I’m trying not to get ahead of myself, but that’s something I’m still trying to grasp.”
Cindy stopped pacing for a moment and gazed out into the stormy skyline in the distance. It was amazing how much bigger the world seemed after being cooped up on an island for so long. She was still getting used to all the changes she’d seen, from the new buildings that had popped up throughout Manhattan to the glut of coffee shops that seemed to line every street. Even when there was so much in the present to process, she couldn’t stop dwelling on the future.
Peter remained close, but gave her space. Part of that was to keep their respective spider senses from triggering certain reactions. That was something they were still working on. For their plan to work, they couldn’t get distracted by the insatiable desire to fuck each other. Cindy still saw that as a minor issue, though. Everything beyond that concerned her more and not just because she didn’t like that her favorite pizza place had gone out of business.
‘I’ve lost so much time. I’ve lived so long under someone else’s thumb. I’m not free from Ezekiel yet, but I still feel…uneasy at the idea charting my own fate. Did spending all those years trapped on that island destroy my ability to live free and control my own life? I want to believe I’m mentally stronger than that, but…’
Cindy closed her eyes and tried to slow her racing thoughts. She had more immediate concerns, after all. Before she could start controlling her life, she had to free herself from Ezekiel. She didn’t expect that to be easy.
Upon opening her eyes, she looked down at her reflection in a puddle. Already, she saw someone who didn’t resemble the same woman who’d been living in some secluded mansion for nearly a decade. Instead, Cindy saw someone who might have what it took to fight alongside Spider-Man.
That included a new costume, courtesy of Mary Jane Watson. The skin-tight, full-bodied attire with silver-colored web embroiders on the front and a red bandana mask around her face fit her nicely. Peter revealed that it had actually been a costume he and Mary Jane had used with sexual role playing. He even told her the inspiration of the costume was a cross between Elektra, Wasp, and Black Cat. Cindy chose not to probe for too many kinky details beyond that.
However it had been used before, the costume was now hers to define. I fit her nicely a few adjustments. Having seen how Peter had used his powers from that spider bite to do so much good as a costumed hero, it seemed fitting that she follow suit. If nothing else, taking on Ezekiel would reveal whether she had what it took to embrace that responsibility.
“For the record, I genuinely believe that there’s a larger fate at work here…just not to the same insane extent as Ezekiel,” Cindy said, breaking the silence.
“Yeah, it’s amazing how one old man can make another four-letter f-word seem so vulgar,” Peter replied.
“I mean it, Peter,” she said, still staring at her reflection. “Sure, I don’t buy that the spider that bit us was part of some elaborate act of destiny in the mold of the Matrix…if that’s still a thing.”
“People are back into Star Wars, actually, but that’s another story.”
“Whatever you want to call it, I don’t think it runs that deep. I still think there’s something to it, though. I mean…that spider bit us. The powers we got, the way they affected our lives, and how it eventually led us back to this – and yes, I’m including the sex with all that.”
“A minor, but still important detail,” Peter quipped.
“Whatever you want to call it – fate, destiny, or just a mind-blowing string of coincidences – our fates are still linked. Everything that happens now and everything that happens after, they’ll always be linked. For someone who just barged in on you and forced herself into your life…well, I wouldn’t blame you if that seemed overwhelming. It may even be a little annoying.”
She turned to face him. He remained so poised in his Spider-Man costume, as though overwhelming and annoying forces in his life were no big deal. She was a long way from wielding that strength, but the fact he’d done so much already spoke volumes.
Risking both a distraction and the kinky side-effects of their spider senses, Peter took a step closer and offered her a comforting gesture. It evoked more than just her hormones, though. In his touch, she felt both understanding and strength.
“You’re right, Cindy. Our fates are going to be tied together from here on out,” Peter said, “and not just because we’ve seen each other naked.”
“That doesn’t make it less overwhelming in the grand scheme of things,” Cindy said.
“I don’t disagree,” he replied, “but if it’s all the same to you, Cindy…I’d like to see where that fate takes us.”
Even under his mask, she sensed him smile. Maybe that was another effect of having a spider sense like him, being able to sense the sincerity of his emotions. She smiled back at him through her mask, hoping he picked up on the sentiment as well. If their fates were going to be entwined for the foreseeable future, then they might as well make the most of it. After all the time she’d missed, there was no way she could do it alone, especially with Ezekiel still at large.
As they stood together on the rooftop, doing their best to keep each other strong without making one another too horny, Cindy felt her spider sense go off. Unlike before, though, there was nothing sexual about it. Sensing Peter tense up as well, she assumed it wasn’t just her.
“Spider sense…you feel that too?” she asked.
“My pants don’t feel any tighter so I’m going to say time’s up,” said Peter, immediately taking a more defensive position.
Sharing his urgency, they both scanned the area for potential threats. Peter also activated the special communications link they both had that connected to Mary Jane.
“You reading me, Red Queen?” he said. “I think the first part of our plan is working and it’s giving us some very unsexy feelings.”
“I hear you, Spider King,” replied Mary Jane, “and if you two are still within ten feet of each other, that’s pretty telling.”
“Hey, we haven’t been that impulsive,” said Cindy, rolling her eyes.
“And as it just so happens, I just arrived at our friendly Doctor’s office. He tells me there are some nasty disturbances heading your way.”
As soon as she said that, Cindy’s spider sense went off again and it was even stronger than before. She could feel the air around her getting colder, like there was an electricity in the air. Looking back towards Peter, she already sensed that agitation the Red Queen mentioned.
“Well, we knew this was going to get messy,” said Cindy. “The old man was patient with a lot of things, but not with this.”
“That’s fate and luck at their most annoying,” groaned Peter. “Tell me, Red Queen…is this going to mess up our time tables?”
“I’m still working on that with the good Doctor. I’m probably going to owe him some favors after this, but even he knows a disturbance like this could…”
That was all she got out before the link went dead. At that same moment, she and Peter noticed a thick reddish mist descending over the office campus. Within minutes, the entire area was blanketed, so much so that they could no longer see the city skyline in the distance. At that point, they didn’t need a spider sense to know that danger was lurking.
“Well, that’s not ominous at all,” said Peter dryly.
“To be fair, I warned you that he’d cut off all lines of communication,” said Cindy. “That was how he kept me from reaching out to anyone on that island.”
“Which is why we prepared for this,” he said, clenching his fists in anticipation. “For once, I’m ready for Ezekiel’s crap. I gotta say…it feels weird.”
“That still assumes your girlfriend will follow through on her end in time…although, ahead of schedule might be better.”
“Oh I’m not worried about that,” Peter said confidently. “Mary Jane will get the job done and probably look sexy as hell while doing it. It’s just a matter of buying time and not getting killed too quickly.”
“Right,” Cindy muttered, “nothing to worry about there.”
His confidence in Mary Jane showed, as did his experience as Spider-Man. That didn’t make the spectacle around them any less daunting.
Having worked under the assumption that Ezekiel would come after her after she escaped the island, Peter and Mary Jane made it a point to lead him away from populated areas or loved ones. Luckily for them, there was old office development once run by Shaw Industries located outside Manhattan just north of the Bronx. Emma Frost had already scheduled that campus for demolition, having absorbed much of Shaw’s assets. She even encouraged extra collateral damage in a text she sent them before they left the Hellfire Club.
It still wasn’t ideal, in Cindy’s mind. As she watched the red mist surround the area, she already felt boxed in. The campus itself was lined with fences and security barriers, which she figured was a standard practice for shady companies like Shaw Industries. Within that barrier, there were several buildings surrounding a central plaza. She and Peter had been waiting on top of the tallest building, but as the mists got bigger and thicker, their position no longer seemed tenable.
“Uh…not that you should start worrying,” said Cindy, “but I’ve seen this trick before. I think Ezekiel is sending us a message.”
“Any chance he just send a – oww, fuck!” Peter exclaimed.
He didn’t get the message soon enough. Whether by confidence or foolishness, Peter tried to reach out and touch the mist. That resulted in a singed hand. Having dealt with that mist during her training on the island, Cindy knew how much it burned. She immediately got ahead of Peter and jumped off the building before the mist consumed them.
“That message clear enough for you?” said Cindy as she descended the building on a line of webbing.
“Very,” groaned Peter. “Next time, please warn me. My spider sense can only do so much.”
“And yet you still refuse to listen to its insight,” came a booming, but familiar voice through the mist, “and now it’s too late.”
Cindy felt a twinge of dread and outrage upon hearing that voice. Almost immediately, she set aside her concerns about the years of her life she’d lost on that island and the prospect of forging a new fate. Now, it was all about settling a score with Ezekiel Sims.
With the red mist still swirling around the buildings, she and peter landed on the outer edge of the plaza. By now, they couldn’t even see the barriers surrounding the site or the rain clouds above. Ezekiel had really pulled out all the stops. He did not want them to get away. That was just fine with Cindy, though. That meant he couldn’t escape either.
“Ezekiel!” Cindy shouted. “Show your face so I can take out the last decade’s worth of anger on it!”
“Oh Cindy, is that hate really justified at this point?” Ezekiel replied, his voice still coming from every direction.
“Guess we won’t know until I start punching, will we?”
“Keep attacking the Web of Fate all you want. It won’t change anything. What I did for you had a purpose. What I’ve done for Peter had a purpose too.”
“For us or to us?” retorted Peter. “There is a difference, Sims. Either get a dictionary or get ready to take extra punches!”
“Speak for yourself. With all the damage you’ve done to the web lately, this encounter is overdue!”
He sounded both desperate and angry. Cindy had never heard such a tone in Ezekiel. He’d always been so calm, cold, and calculating, carrying himself like a man who genuinely believed that fate was on his side. She figured that fate turning against him had left a hell of an impact.
As she and Peter stood near the stoop of the main building, Ezekiel emerged from the mist across the plaza. He actually looked worse than his voice had implied. His hair was longer and more disheveled. His clothes were wet, wrinkled, and ill-fit for someone who was supposed to be a wealthy businessman. Even from a distance, Cindy could see a glint of unhinged outrage in his eye.
“Whoa,” said Peter, “rough day at the office, Sims? You look like you lost a fight with a pack of sewer rats.”
“Spider-Man,” Ezekiel said angrily, “still making light of forces you can’t hope to understand.”
“Hey, would you have me any other way?” he teased.
“Shut up!” the old man barked. “There are many things about my current predicament I’d prefer to change.”
“I bet one of them involves a shower and a shave,” said Peter.
“Unfortunately, I’ve neither the time nor the patience to rebuild the broken pieces of my own fate. I came here because I’m low on options and strapped for time. However, I’ve still some leverage that I intend to exercise.”
His gaze then narrowed on her. Despite his current condition, he still looked down on her as though he still controlled her. Cindy had grown to hate that a lot over the years. In that moment, she could no longer restrain herself.
“To hell your leverage!” she shouted.
“Cindy, wait!” urged Peter.
He wasn’t going to stop her. Nothing short of Galactus would’ve stopped her from attacking Ezekiel at that moment. All the training and discipline she learned on that private island disappeared as she charged towards the old man with violent intent. Despite his age and demeanor, he easily evaded her. That didn’t stop her from attempting to strike him.
“Errr! Hold still!” Cindy yelled.
“So reckless,” said Ezekiel, sounding only slightly annoyed as he avoided her attack. “I trained you better than this, Cindy.”
“No! You lied to me!” she exclaimed. “You used me…took me from my family…took away my life!”
“All for a purpose,” he said. “It was always for a purpose.”
That just pissed her off even more. She’d heard that excuse for years. She refused to accept it a second longer.
Cindy let out another angry cry before trying to grab Sims by the neck. Instead of just evading, he countered with an elbow to the gut. It stunned her for a brief moment, just long enough for him to grab her by the arm and throw her across the plaza. Peter managed to catch her, but not before the sting of more than just the attack set in.
“Argh!” she grunted. “That all you got?”
“Don’t, Cindy!” urged Peter while holding her back. “I know every word he says makes you want to punch him, but just…don’t give him the satisfaction.”
Cindy knew what Peter was trying to do. She even agreed with it. Her attack on Ezekiel might be detrimental to their plan. She’d warned Peter and Mary Jane that she was probably going to lose her cool if the old man tried to justify what he did to her. Plan or no plan, she wanted to land at least a few good blows on him. She owed as such to her family.
“You should’ve known better,” Ezekiel said, landing in the center of the plaza and hardly breaking a sweat. “I trained you…taught you…mentored you. I put you in a position to be part of something so much greater.”
“Then why don’t you hold still so I can show you how grateful I am?” she said dryly, still restrained by Peter. “Seriously, did you expect I’d never find out?”
“I expected more than fate allowed, I’m afraid. Selene and I never finished what we started. We had such grand plans…for you and your family. If we had more time, then your concerns about my lies would’ve been trivial.”
That just pissed her off even more. She tried hard to break from Peter’s grasp, unable to hold back her anger over what he’d done to her. She didn’t try as hard as she could’ve, but Ezekiel just kept pushing her buttons.
“Careful with your choice of words, Sims,” Peter warned him. “I could always let her go.”
“That would be just as trivial,” he said flatly. “Those plans included you too, Peter.”
“Now I really want to let her go and maybe join her.”
“Your fates were always connected,” he went on, “sent down an inescapable path the moment that spider bit you. For Cindy, that meant going one way. For you, that meant going another. You were always going to find each other. Your lives were bound to become intimately entwined at some point.”
“Yeah, we already experienced that part,” Peter said under his breath.
“Everything was working so well. I saw how your fate was unfolding, Peter…how loss, isolation, and worry had filled you with doubt and dismay. It was supposed to culminate, ending with you, me, and Cindy taking our rightful place within the Web of Fate. Then, something unexpected happened…something I still cannot entirely explain.”
Peter loosened his grip on her. Cindy shook him off, but instead of attacking Ezekiel in a blind rage once more, she turned to Peter. Even through his mask, she saw the impact of the old man’s words. They struck him hard, as though he knew the implications more than she did.
Cindy still didn’t buy into Ezekiel’s ramblings on fate and plans, but the idea that something came along to disrupt that elaborate plan he’d worked so hard to pursue. Had she not been so pissed at him for what he did to her family, she might have tried to attack again. However, even she couldn’t help but be curious at the implications.
“Something…or someone,” Peter mused.
“Someone?” questioned Cindy.
He had clearly made a connection that Ezekiel hadn’t. She was tempted to probe further, but thunderous rumble from the swirling red mist interrupted. Finally, the old man’s stoic demeanor faltered. His eyes flashed red for a brief moment, reflecting a rage that she’d never seen before.
“It doesn’t matter what disrupted the web,” Ezekiel said. “All that matters is putting everything and everyone back on their rightful path.”
“If that involves me kicking your ass and you telling me where my family is, then sign me up,” said Cindy.
“Unfortunately, we’re past the point of doing things the easy way or the hard way, for that matter,” he said. “You see, running from fate is like running from a hungry predator. You can run as hard and as fast as you want. It’ll only make the predator even hungrier.”
Cindy clenched her fist, ready to launch a second attack again that might finally shut him up. Then, just as Peter looked inclined to join, Ezekiel reached into his tattered coat and retrieved something that looked like a fancy jewelry box. From a distance, it didn’t look like much. Before Cindy could even recognize it, her spider sense went off at an intensity she’d only ever felt a few times before. Unfortunately, that intensity offered a chilling clue as to what that box contained.
“Oh God, no!” Cindy gasped. “Please…don’t let this be what I think it is.”
“Ugh! Spider-sense is going crazy!” Peter exclaimed, clutching his head. “What the hell is that thing?”
“Not what…who,” she said.
Dread replaced outrage as she watched Ezekiel open the box, unleashing a column of reddish light into the stormy skies above. The winds howled louder and the red mist surrounding the campus spun faster, like a miniature cyclone. It got so intense that it forced her and Peter back. They had to stick to the floor, just to avoid getting swept off their feet.
As she struggled to maintain her balanced, Cindy watched as the column of light coalesced around an area just in front of Ezekiel. From that area, a figure emerged…a very tall, very imposing, and very terrifying figure that had haunted her nightmares for years.
“Is that…” began Peter, his voice echoing with the same dread.
“It is,” she affirmed. “It’s Morlun!”
Hellfire Private Island – Years Ago
“Please…don’t make me watch this again,” Cindy begged, having long since passed the limits of her mental fortitude.
“You’ll keep watching and you’ll keep enduring,” said Selene, her voice devoid of compassion.
“I know it’s troubling, my dear,” said Ezekiel, sounding only slightly sympathetic. “I’m afraid it’s necessary, though. You still agonize over living here on this island, separated from your family and the life you knew. Sometimes, we need to remind ourselves why things must be as they are.”
Cindy fought to keep her mind, body, and soul intact. That wasn’t easy while sitting in a chair, her wrists and ankles shackled while a collar-like restraint held her head in place. It forced her to look directly ahead at a large monitor the size of a screen at a movie theater. On it, a succession of horrifying videos played out before her, each filled with imagery that disgusted and terrified her to the utmost.
It wasn’t some horror movie or snuff film, though. According to Ezekiel, they were visions from alternate futures and alternate universes. Specifically, they focused on her fate and that of her family. Having been bitten by that spider, granted powers that Ezekiel and Selene claimed connected her to some mystical Web of Fate, she became a target for an immortal vampire named Morlun.
That monster, a creature born of every vampire trope and monster movie, just happened to have a taste for those with spider powers. He even traveled the multiverse, finding future and alternate versions of those with powers to feed on. Anyone who resisted or got in his way was slaughtered without mercy. Cindy wouldn’t have believed it if it weren’t playing out before her eyes, her spider sense constantly going off to let her know the danger was real.
‘My mother…murdered. My father…tortured. My brother…held up in front of me so I can watch him scream in agony before Morlun snaps his neck. Then, he feeds on me and I die. I die knowing my family suffered because of me.’
It was part of the training Ezekiel and Selene had planned for her, constantly reminding her of the threat Morlun posed and letting her know just how much her loved ones would suffer if she tried to fight him without their help. Showing her those horrible visions helped get the point across while also making her think twice about defying them.
According to Ezekiel, every effort in every timeline and universe where she tried to fight him ended in failure. At first, she thought he’d been lying and all the horrific imagery was just one of Selene’s illusions. However, her spider sense – the same special ability that warned her of real danger at every turn – told her that what she saw was real. Those insights into other worlds and futures painted a clear picture. Morlun was destined to kill her and her family.
“Consider me reminded,” Cindy said, still shuddering as the gruesome scene played out on the screen.
“And you didn’t faint or throw up, this time,” said Selene, not at all put off by the brutal imagery. “I’d call that progress.”
“There’s still room for improvement,” Ezekiel pointed out. “Her mind and her spirit will have to be hardened for what we have planned.”
“She’ll get there. I sense she’s closer than you think. She’s grown so much since she first arrived, training and learning more than she could ever achieve on her own.”
“That might be the greatest complement you’ve ever given me,” said Cindy, still hiding her disgust. “It may even be the only one.”
“You’ll receive more praise when you’ve earned it,” Selene said coldly. “Unfortunately, we don’t have the luxury of unlimited time. Fate is unfolding faster than I’d hoped and that means you need to be ready sooner.”
“That also means you must harden yourself faster,” added Ezekiel.
“I just spent the last two hours watching some immortal vampire god slaughter me and everyone I love multiple times. How the hell do you expect me to do that?” asked Cindy with a mix of disgust and bitterness.
Ezekiel turned towards Selene and nodded. The raven-haired woman just cast her that ominous grin of hers, the kind that made her shiver in a way on par with her spider sense. Then, with dread and disgust still plaguing Cindy’s mind, the Black Queen snapped her fingers and one of the Hellfire Club servants that had accompanied her to the island acted.
In short order, the door to the theater chamber, as she called it, opened and the Hellfire Club servant escorted a familiar figure towards her. It was Hector again – or, more accurately, a mystical clone of him. Cindy had grown very familiar with him, having relied on this perverse manifestation of her first boyfriend as an intimate outlet for quite some time. She doubted that was healthy for her psyche. From the looks of it, Selene and Ezekiel wanted her to strain her mental health even more.
“Suddenly, I regret asking that question so seriously,” Cindy said.
“It was still worth asking,” said Selene, “and worth answering, for that matter.”
She seemed humored by her reaction. The woman seemed to find humor in all things perverse and brutal. What she’d done with Hector once again raised the bar.
As the servant led Hector towards her, she saw that the Black Queen had prepared him for another lesson, of sorts. Like usual, he was naked. For Cindy, seeing a man naked had long since lost its novelty. Selene must have sensed that and mixed things up a bit, dressing Hector in some light bondage gear. He had his wrists secured around his back with handcuffs, face obscured by a mask, and his neck wrapped in a leather collar.
If that weren’t kinky enough, the mask looked like the one Spider-Man wore, someone Ezekiel had required her to study since the day she arrived. He knew her spider sense linked him to her and that link extended to her libido. Seeing it on Hector, along with all the bondage gear, triggered an arousal that mixed with the lingering disgust from all the violent imagery she’d seen.
“Hello, Cindy,” Hector said flatly.
“Quiet!” barked Selene. “You’re in the presence of your Mistress. Can’t you see she’s distressed? As her slave, you will comfort her with your complete submission.”
“I…understand,” he replied, holding his head low like a dog that had just been disciplined.
After that harsh scolding, Hector obediently laid down on the cold floor just a few feet from her chair. Selene gestured towards the servant, who quickly disappeared from sight. She then walked over to hector, put her heeled boot on his neck, and narrowed her gaze on Cindy.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked her. “We’ve reminded you of how unprepared you are to face Morlun. If you or your family are to stand a chance, you must grow stronger. You must seize control over your weakness and turn it into strength.”
“The opportunity is here before you,” Ezekiel added. “What are you doing to do with it, Cindy?”
The old man then pushed a button next to her chair, locking the shackles and restraints that kept her in the chair. Another round of graphic images played out on the screen before her. Again, she saw a vision of a potential future, one in which she tried to team up with Spider-Man to battle Morlun. Just as in the last video, they failed.
First, Morlun killed Spider-Man, snapping his neck and gorging on his blood. Then, he broke both her legs before attacking her parents, who cowered in horror in a corner. As that gruesome scene played out, more outrage and disgust filled Cindy. However, when she diverted her gaze down to Hector, so submissive and docile, another wave of feelings consumed her.
‘I’m still so goddamn powerless. My family suffers. I suffer. I have no control over ANY of it. Not being strong enough…not having control…I hate it! So if I’m going to take control of my life, I need to start somewhere.’
Cindy knew what she had to do. She didn’t need Selene barking orders or Ezekiel giving her subtext. She was too angry, upset, and driven to second-guess the implication.
Not caring that they were still watching – or that the video on the screen was still playing, graphic brutality and all – Cindy took off all her clothes. She made no effort to cover her body. She’d long since shed any semblance of modesty. It was one of the many byproduct of working closely with Selene for so long. Again, she doubted that was healthy, but Cindy was beyond caring.
“Hector,” she said strongly, “your dick better be hard in the next two minutes.”
“Yes, my love,” replied Hector in his usual loving tone that sounded so little like the Hector she knew.
“Shut up!” Cindy barked, sounding a bit too much like Selene. “You heard, Selene. I’m not your lover. I’m your fucking mistress! You exist only to serve me and God help me…I need to be served right now.”
Those words sounded like they came from a very different Cindy Moon. They echoed with a persona that Cindy didn’t have before she arrived on the island. That image of the scared young woman, having been separated from her family and confused by her newfound powers, had faded a lot as the months and years went by. Now, after so much training and conditioning, that woman had grown into someone else.
While that change in demeanor concerned her, Selene and Ezekiel seemed to approve. The Black Queen removed her heel from Hector’s neck and stepped back, giving her the room she needed to work.
“Well said,” Selene commented. “Not quite as commanding as I’d hope, but it’s a start.”
“She’ll learn,” assured Ezekiel as he stood next to her. “I sense she’ll pick this up faster than most.”
Cindy ignored their words and their gaze. She didn’t even ask them to leave. If they wanted to watch her fuck a magically-conjured sex slave wearing a Spider-Man mask that looked like her boyfriend, then that was their call. She doubted it was the kinkiest thing those two had ever done.
With Selene and Ezekiel watching on – the gruesome video feed still playing on the screen, as well – Cindy knelt down over Hector and eagerly grabbed his cock. She wasn’t gentle or affectionate with it either. She didn’t want romance, affection, or any of the other fake feelings she’d experienced with him. She wanted sex. Moreover, she wanted sex that she could control.
“Get hard, Hector!” Cindy shouted, flexing her authority and drowning out the gruesome noise on the screen. “Your Mistress needs your cock.”
He remained silent, completely prone and obedient as she aggressively jerked him off, getting the blood flowing into his member so that it was fully erect. At the same time, she used her other hand to pleasure herself, getting her pussy wet for their pending sex.
Cindy ended up getting aroused faster than she thought she would. In fact, it was kind of disturbing how wet her pussy got while hovering over a submissive man as horrifying imagery of Morlun slaughtering her family kept playing out. It was like her body couldn’t tell the difference between dread, fear, and arousal. That or the act of controlling someone when she’d been controlled by Ezekiel and Selene since she arrived on the island got her juices flowing.
‘I’m angry, frustrated, scared, determined, and horny…all at the same time. Fuck, I’m so messed up. But if that’s what it takes to match Morlun…’
Cindy didn’t let her thoughts drift much further. It was probably best she not think too much about what she was doing or why. She just knew she needed some form of relief, both sexually and with exercising a sliver of control over her life.
With impressive obedience, Hector’s dick got fully erect just as her pussy got wet enough for sex. Then, not bothering with sentiment or setup, Cindy got on top of him. Planting both feet firmly at his side, her wet opening aligned with the tip of Hector’s dick, she grabbed hold of his waist and plunged her hips downward to drive his hardened flesh up into her depths.
“Yes!” Cindy exclaimed with a dominating gasp. “Hector…you are mine!”
The servile male figure beneath her responded with a submissive whimper. That might have been the best possible reaction for that moment. With his hands bound and her on top of him, she was in a position of perfect dominance. Cindy could do whatever she wanted to him and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.
Being so in control filled her with a new energy, one that balanced out all the horror she felt after seeing visions of her failure against Morlun. Armed with that energy and her newfound control, Cindy began riding Hector’s dick hard. She didn’t bother working up to a rhythm or accounting for his comfort. As far as she was concerned, Hector was a servile pet and she was a queen. He existed to obey and satisfy her.
“Your cock…your body…my control,” Cindy moaned as she rode him. “This is what I need! Ohhh I need it so bad!”
That came off as more desperate than horny. It certainly didn’t help that she couldn’t completely ignore the video feed on the screen in front of her. Another vision from another universe had already begun playing out. In that world, she tried hiding her family in a remote area with SHIELD providing protection. It still wasn’t enough. Morlun found her, slaughtered the SHIELD agents, paralyzed her with a kick to the back, and slaughtered her family in front of her.
The sights and sounds of that gruesome scene only drove her to fuck Hector harder. She shifted her grip from his waist to his neck, almost choking him as she rhythmically slammed her pelvis down against his, pushing his cock up deep into her depths. It caused Hector visible strain. Cindy even felt him shudder and strain under her grip, but she showed no concern. He was her slave and she was his mistress. Her pleasure mattered more than his discomfort.
“That’s it, slave! Take it! Take my pussy!” Cindy barked. “Tell me you love fucking my pussy!”
“I love…fucking your pussy,” Hector said, choking on his words.
“What’s that? I didn’t hear you!” she shouted. “Say it louder!”
Cindy choked him harder while driving her hips down against his even faster, her pussy mercilessly squeezing his cock with every motion. Even through the mask, she saw Hector’s strain. It still did little to dissuade her.
“I love…fucking…your pussy,” Hector said, sounding both obedient and scared.
It was a strange feeling, controlling someone to the point where they actually feared her. Cindy almost forgot what that felt like. Ever since that spider bit her, she’d been scared. Ever since she learned about Morlun, she’d been consumed with fear and dread. At that moment, though, she didn’t feel any of those things. She only felt power, control, and pleasure.
“You were right, Ezekiel. She’s a fast learner,” Selene said, “almost too fast.”
“That’s not necessarily a bad thing,” he replied.
“To a certain degree,” she said.
That comment further emboldened Cindy. If she was doing something that caught the Black Queen off-guard, then she must have achieved something profound. For the moment, though, the only achievement she cared about was an orgasm. Between her anger, fear, and uncertainty over Morlun, a blissful sexual release seemed liked the only relief.
Still clenching Hector’s neck, Cindy grit her teeth as she pushed towards that baldy-needed peak. She worked her hips so hard that the sound of their naked flesh smacking together almost matched the sound from the video on the screen. She wasn’t moaning as much as she was growling, the sex feeling more like a battle than a simple act of intimacy.
Hector continued showing the strain. At one point, she even heard him whimper in some strange combination of pain and pleasure. She didn’t know men were capable of making such noises. It obscured what she thought she understood about the line between discomfort and ecstasy. The fact she had such control over both helped give her the push she needed.
“Yes! Ooh yes! I’m close, slave! Your mistress is about to come!” Cindy gasped. “You want your mistress to come?”
“Yes,” Hector said, his voice weak and strained.
“Louder! Say it louder, damn it!” she commanded.
“I want my mistress to come!” he exclaimed.
They echoed with the desperation of a man strained of air and will, reflecting the sheer extent of the control she had over him. At that moment, with her hand firmly around her neck and her pussy slithering along his cock, something profound happened.
Something in her mind and body changed. The imagery on the screen, which was still as graphic and brutal before, ceased to scare her. Just as she crossed into that special domain of orgasmic bliss, she looked up from Hector and at the screen. Whether by perfect timing or pure coincidence, she did so just in time to see Morlun kill her. That moment that usually evoked such terror, instead, came in conjunction with an orgasm.
“Ohhh yes!” Cindy exclaimed in that moment of control, power, and bliss.
She didn’t close her eyes. She didn’t look away from the oversized screen either. With her feet still squarely on the floor, she thrust her hips downward in a final motion, driving Hector’s cock up into her as far as it would go. Then, as the hot sensations surged through her, she felt the tight folds of her pussy clamp down on his cock.
Beyond the pleasure, though, Cindy felt something else that supplemented the feeling. For the first time since that spider bit her, she experienced something that made her feel stronger.
‘I’m really doing it. I’m in control. I see you, Morlun…killing me, my family, and everyone I care about. I see it and I’m not afraid. I’m in ecstasy!’
Abandoned Shaw Industry Office Park – Present Day
“The power of the spider…so close and succulent,” said Morlun, his menacing eyes glowing bright red. “I must have it!”
It was the voice and gaze that had haunted Cindy’s nightmares ever since that fateful day a radioactive spider bit her. The monster that terrorized her every other thought, forcing her away from her family and her old life, was now standing before her. It was the moment she’d been training for and dreading for years.
The moment was further intensified by a very distressing revelation. Ezekiel, the same man she’d trusted to protect her and her family, had been the one to release Morlun. As terrifying as it was to finally see Morlun, she was far more pissed off at what the old man had just done.
“You lying, manipulative piece of spider shit!” Cindy shouted through the dreary rain. “You had that monster imprisoned the whole fucking time?”
“And in a box you kept in your pocket, no less?” Peter added. “Even senility has its limits, Ezekiel!”
“Don’t pretend to understand what you can’t possibly know,” said the old man. “Morlun was always going to come. In that respect, I didn’t lie. In terms of circumstance and context, though…well, I had to stretch the truth in the name of fate.”
Cindy had heard enough. All she heard was that Morlun, the hulking monster that Ezekiel had used to control her for years, had been under his thumb the entire time. It almost made too much sense. How else could he have known that Morlun would come for her if he didn’t somehow have him on a leash? She felt so stupid for not seeing it sooner, but was too pissed off to dwell on it.
Turning towards Peter, she made sure he saw the pure rage in her eyes. He didn’t even crack a joke. For a man who couldn’t resist cracking jokes, even when the Hulk was on a rampage, that said a lot. Even though they had a plan, they had room to adapt it. If she had an opportunity to make the old man pay, she was going to take it. She owed her family that much.
“I know what we have to do. Try to keep up!” Cindy said.
“I know we’re supposed to respect our elders, but…” Peter said before trailing off.
She didn’t wait for him to finish the remark. Channeling all her range and anguish, Cindy leapt into the pouring rain and set her sights on Ezekiel. Morlun reacted immediately, his glowing eyes flashing ominously as he flashed his vampire fangs.
“Your blood…so hot with rage,” Morlun seethed.
The imposing figure took to the air to stop her. Before he could get to her, though, Peter swung in and hit Morlun with a hard kick to the gut.
“Let the lady through, Edward Cullen!” Peter said. “Don’t tell anyone I know who that is, by the way.”
“Errr! More spider blood,” Morlun growled.
“You like it? I’m thinking of turning it into a fragrance,” he joked. “What do you think of the name, Ode Du Spider? Too fancy?”
Morlun attempted to counter Peter’s attacks, but didn’t land a single blow. They ended up tumbling to the pavement next to Ezekiel, who had already taken a defense stance and avoided Cindy’s attack as she came in.
She didn’t give him a chance to counter. As soon as she landed, Cindy unleashed a fury of punches, kicks, and every other kind of attack that she learned from years of training. The old man continued evading and blocking at every turn, but she didn’t let up. She didn’t care that he’d been the one who’d trained her. She was going to make him pay for all the lies, loss, and anguish.
“God…damn…you!” Cindy spat in between attacks. “Your lies…your fate…my life…god damn it all!”
“Your anger is justified, Cindy,” said Ezekiel, sounding like he’d barely broken a sweat, “but still misguided.”
“I…don’t…care!”
“You should,” he quipped.
Cindy tried to go right for the face, hoping to land the kind of punch that would’ve made her little brother cheer. Ezekiel still managed to block her. He also finally had a window to counter, using a split-second window with his enhanced reflexes to knee her in the gut and cause her to stumble back.
She barely felt it, still too pissed to feel pain. It put her on the defensive, though, allowing Ezekiel to fight back with some attacks of his own.
“I taught you…prepared you…even accommodated you,” he said in between attacks.
“Lies! Bullshit! And more lies!” Cindy shouted.
“Men lie. Fate does not,” the old man said before landing a blow to the shoulder, causing a nasty stinger.
“Aagh!” she gasped.
“You feel that?” he said. “That’s fate…without guidance.”
Cindy tried to counter, blocking another incoming attack with her non-injured shoulder. She then tried to charge him, pushing him back towards the swirling red mists. They even passed by Morlun and Peter along the way, who were locked in their own battle that involved Morlun relentlessly pounding his fists into the ground, leaving sizable potholes in the process.
Cindy kept ignoring him, remaining focused on Ezekiel. Even as the rain fell harder, she kept pushing herself past the pain, hoping it was enough to overcome the old man’s edge in experience. For a moment, it seemed to work. She managed to get him within a few feet of the swirling mist, even landing a couple of body blows with her firsts and foot.
‘Mom…Dad…Albert…this is for you. I’m so sorry. That spider bit me. I chose to trust this asshole. He used you to control me. I promise I’ll make him pay! His control over me is NOT as strong as he thinks!’
She imagined her parents and brother cheering her on as she attempted to break through Ezekiel’s defenses. He blocked more attacks, finally showing a little strain and frustration. It wasn’t much, but Cindy took it. She used it to keep pushing herself past the limitations and fear that kept her under his thumb for so long.
“I don’t…need…your…guidance!” Cindy yelled over the thunder echoing in the clouds above. “It’s over! I escaped! You don’t control me!”
“Poor misguided, Cindy,” Ezekiel replied, “still thinking she controls her fate.”
“Control this!” she spat.
Cindy threw another punch as hard as she could. Ezekiel still blocked it, but she felt the bones in his arm crack. Even under the pouring rain, she heard it. The old winced, but barely faltered. Cindy tried to hit him again, hoping to break more arms. However, he managed to dodge it with his advanced reflexes. Having put so much force into the strike, she left herself vulnerable.
“So disappointing,” the old man said firmly.
Before Cindy could recover and strike again, Ezekiel grabbed the arm she tried to punch him with and threw her off-balance. Then, while she stumbled, he moved in and struck her several times, even using the arm she broke to strike back, as if to let her know she hadn’t hurt him as much as she’d thought.
She still tried to counter, but the old man was still one step ahead of her. He evaded another attack and slipped behind her. From there, he did a targeted take-down maneuver, striking her in the back of the legs and hitting her in the sternum, knocking the wind out of her and sending her falling to the ground.
Cindy hit the hard, wet pavement with a thud. It stung, hurting her spirit as much as her pride. She still shut it out and tried to get up. However, Ezekiel didn’t let her. Instead, he got on top of her, dug his knee into her back, and held her head down to the ground. It was a submissive move, one he’d taught her, no less. Apparently, she hadn’t learned as well as either of them had hoped. Now, she once again found herself under the old man’s power.
“You see, this is why I sought you instead of Peter,” Ezekiel said to her, pushing down on her head and talking right into her ear. “You fight with such passionate. You fight like someone who has so much to lose. That’s because you do.”
“Lose? You…took everything from me!” Cindy yelled as she tried to push back.
“Wrong,” he said. “I took nothing. I merely guided it. Your old life may have ended when that spider bit you, but much of it is still intact.”
“Intact?” she questioned.
“Your family is alive. Your parents and brother…they’ve been safe for years. Selene and I kept them safe because we knew you’d fight for them. Peter may have had his aunt and uncle, but fate already took his uncle. Taking his aunt wouldn’t have been enough to guide him.”
Cindy felt a fresh round of rage building within her. The mention of her family – the family he used to control her – made her want to pummel the old man until he was just a bloody stain on the pavement. At the same time, though, the mention of them being alive was enough to temper her anger.
“So I was just…convenient?” Cindy said bitterly.
“No,” Ezekiel said, “you were a blank slate…one with the potential to do so much more than run around in a costume, trying to right wrongs that do little to affect the Web of Fate. Peter was never going to have that impact, but you could have done all that and so much more.”
“You mean…for you!”
“You’re still not seeing the bigger picture!” he said angrily, pressing her face harder against the pavement. “You think that spider bite was just a random accident? That moment – the one that forever linked your fate and Peter Parker’s – was part of a much larger plan. You, me, and Peter were destined for something greater…something that got undermined by forces that even fate could not control.”
“Sucks for you,” she grunted, sneering at the old man.
He dug struck her again in the back, knocking the wind out of her again. Cindy choked for air, struggling to breathe as her faced remined pressed against the pavement. She kept trying push back, but Ezekiel kept her pinned. He’d controlled her life so much for so long. She didn’t expect him to give up that control easily.
She tried looking to Peter for help, but he was still struggling against Morlun and that struggle had already turned against him. Through the pouring rain, she saw the hulking vampire finally land a hit to the side that sent Peter flying across the plaza. He only barely evaded Morlun’s follow-up attack, which ended up shattering a good chunk of the concrete path under him and causing a miniature tremor throughout the area.
“Whoa!” yelled Peter as he stumbled back. “Been working out, Morlun?”
“I thirst…for your blood,” Morlun seethed.
“But lost your social etiquette, I see,” he said.
Peter attempted to get away, but Morlun took to the air again and struck him before he could regain his balance. That sent Peter falling to the ground hard, just like her. He managed to roll away to keep Morlun from pinning him, but was forced back onto the defensive.
“Uh…Cindy?” Peter said as he narrowly avoided another attack. “I hope you’re doing better! Morlun is…different from what I remember? He was more personable.”
“She can’t talk now, Peter,” said Ezekiel coldly. “Like me, Morlun has had to adapt his fate. What he wants…what I want…it’s no longer possible. We’ve done things we hoped would not be necessary. We paid a price we didn’t want to pay. Rest assured, you’ll pay it too!”
“Uh…you still take checks?” quipped Peter, Morlun’s fist landing within inches of his head.
“You’ve run out of time and I’ve run out of patience!” the old man shouted. “You have no idea the kind of damage you’ve done to the Web of Fate. Whatever aberrations you’ve caused…whatever choices you’ve made…it ends today! One way or another, you both will accept your fate. It’s only a matter of how high a price you’re going to pay.”
“So…no credit cards either?”
That remark earned Pete ran nasty hit from Morlun. It landed right in the torso, knocking the wind out of him as well and keeping him from making another remark. Cindy watched in dismay as he fell to the ground, just at Morlun’s feet. She groaned angrily and fought Ezekiel’s hold on her, but he refused to let up.
Leaning in again, Ezekiel grabbed her by the neck. His grip was hard and cold, showing both his desperation and his callousness. The calm, focused man who always carried himself as though fate was on his side vanished. In his wake stood a ruthless, determined man who refused to lose control over her.
“The goal was never to control you or Peter,” the old man said to her.
“Could’ve fooled me,” Cindy said, choking under his grip.
“It was always my intent to guide you. Within that ultimate fate, we all stood together willingly and eagerly. What we could’ve accomplished together…it’s a loss and an affront to the Web of Fate. I cannot and will not let that stand.”
Cindy tried to push him off again, but ended up choking for more air. Ezekiel struck her again in the upper back, sending a paralyzing sting through her body that made her wince under the pain. As that pain rendered her subdued, the old man picked her up and threw her across the plaza like a rag doll. She ended up landing right next to Peter, who received a swift to the gut from Morlun when he tried to get up.
“Aagh!” he exclaimed. “Hey Cindy. How’s…your day going?”
“Just peachy,” she groaned.
Lying prone on the wet concrete, Cindy rolled over and tried to get up. The lingering sting from Ezekiel’s blow only allowed her to get halfway. Peter remained on the ground too, clutching his side and coughing for air. Looking over at him, she could see the pain through his mask. Neither of them were in a condition to fight anymore. Ezekiel and Morlun had them down for the count.
Now barely on her hands and knees, Cindy looked up to see Ezekiel and Morlun walk up to them. They towered over her and Peter like titans, gazing down on them through the rain and mist. The man who she’d trusted so implicitly looked ready to end her on the spot.
“If you can no longer be guided towards fate, then you will be pushed,” Ezekiel said. “I didn’t want it to come to this, but you’ve left me no choice.”
The old man turned towards Morlun, whose eyes flashed bright red for a brief moment. His hands trembled and he showed his fangs, like a starving beast eager to gorge on an overdue meal.
“Do what must be done,” he told the hulking vampire. “You’ve waited long enough. We mustn’t waist a second longer.”
“So hungry,” Morlun seethed. “Spider blood…I must feed!”
His eyes still glowing, he showed the palms of his hands, revealing the special feeding mouths he used to consume his prey. Cindy knew all about them. They had been among the first lessons Ezekiel taught her on that island. When they started glowing bright pink, they showed he was ready to consume. According to Ezekiel, it was an agonizing, painful experience…one that made death seem merciful.
As thunder echoed overhead and lighting flashed across the sky, Morlun knelt down and prepared to feed on her and Peter. Then, just as his hand was within inches of them, she and Peter exchanged knowing glances.
“Finally!” said Cindy with relief.
“Took him long enough,” said Peter.
At that moment, Morlun stopped. It was like he’d suddenly hit an invisible wall. For someone with strength comparable to the Hulk, that said a lot. In addition, the glowing in his hands and eyes began flickering erratically, so much so that the hulking vampire began trembling.
“What’s happening?” demanded Ezekiel. “Why aren’t you feeding, Morlun?”
“The hunger…the binding curse…spirit no longer shackled!” said Morlun, his every word echoing with an inner struggle.
“The curse broken?” the old man gasped. “That’s impossible!”
“You’re right, old man. It is,” said Cindy, now grinning under her mask.
“Correction,” added Peter, “it’s impossible without these.”
Despite being sore and short of breath, she and Peter reached into the top parts of their suits to reveal that they’d been concealing a couple of matching necklaces. They were small enough to be unnoticeable under their costume, but large enough to contain a single item within a secure locket.
That item, which happened to be the final part of their elaborate plan, now glowed with a brilliant, rainbow-colored light. It clashed directly with the energy coming from Morlun, who stumbled back and continued howling in pain. He probably didn’t know what was going on, but judging by the look on Ezekiel’s face, he understood what was happening. He also probably knew his fate had just been sealed.
“Those stones,” Ezekiel said with a mix of horror and disbelief, “Asgardian rune stones, enchanted by the truth of Agamotto and forged from the light of Yggdrasil!”
“I prefer to call them the-key-to-screwing-over-Ezekiel jewels, but I guess that works too,” said Peter, grinning under his mask.
“This…this cannot happen!”
“Too bad, Ezekiel. It’s happening!” said Cindy with renewed strength. “You don’t control me anymore.”
“Cindy,” the old man said, now stepping back as Morlun grew more erratic, “you don’t understand. Everything I did for you…”
“Ended the second I escaped that island,” she said, cutting him off. “I knew you’d come for me. I knew you’d try to control me again. Well, guess what? That’s not going to happen. You were finished before this started. Now, it’s time to face your final fate!”
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