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The Red Queen Chronicles: The Secret
Chapter 3: Re-Forging Destiny
Sanctum Sanctorum – Earlier
“How much longer, Doctor Strange?” asked Mary Jane Watson impatiently.
“Just a few more minutes,” replied Dr. Strange as he hovered in mid-air within a meditative state. “It might be longer than that if you continue interrupting, but considering what you’re asking for…I still consider this expedited service.”
“I know and I’m sorry,” she said anxiously. “This all came up so suddenly. In my line of work, you need to react quickly to these things. Either you get screwed or you get to do the screwing.”
“A rather curious choice of words,” Dr. Strange quipped.
“I know what I said,” said the Red Queen, rolling her eyes, “and what it implies, for that matter.”
She saw the Sorcerer Supreme crack a smile, even in his focused state. He’d been at work for the past half-hour, mediating in the heart of the Sanctum Sanctorum’s enchantment chamber, granting her the favor she’d requested after her discussion with Cindy and Peter. Mary Jane hadn’t given him too many specifics, but he didn’t ask for them. He just wanted to know the type of mystical service she needed and the appropriate tools to deliver.
It nicely reflected the connections she’d forged throughout the superhero community. Since becoming the Red Queen and reforming the Hellfire Club, Mary Jane had established herself as both an influential ally of the hero community and a skilled provider of personal services. She’d done plenty to endear herself to those within SHIELD, the Avengers, the X-men, and many other superhero teams. Other than banking plenty of favors from very powerful individuals, her efforts ensured those same individuals were eager to help at a moment’s notice.
‘Helping out the good guys will earn their gratitude. Helping them get laid will earn their trust and their aid. Peter once said that as a joke, but it’s not nearly as funny when we need a very specific kind of aid. He’ll probably still laugh at how well this pans out because I do so much for superheroes’ sex lives. It still has to pan out, though.’
Mary Jane didn’t want to assume too much, despite all the resources she had as the Red Queen and the trust she had with other heroes. Dr. Strange wasn’t a regular at the Hellfire Club, but he was aware of her and her eagerness to help the superhero community. To date, he hadn’t asked for much other than access to a few private suites for him and Clea. She imagined he’d want more after delivering on her urgent request.
As she restlessly paced around the enchantment chamber, she watched as two small Asgardian rune stones hovered steadily in a ball of glowing energy. Dr. Strange, his hands surrounded in a similar glow as he gestured towards the stones, directed that energy as only the Sorcerer Supreme could. For what Peter and Cindy needed, the effect had to be just as targeted.
They couldn’t leave anything to chance. Those two stones were among the most powerful that the Hellfire Club had in stock. Jean Grey, the one who’d ensured a steady supply of rune stones through her intimate dealings with Thor, called the stones Shadow Breakers. She claimed there was a more official name for them, but it wasn’t worth learning to pronounce.
Jean had also said in a brief phone call that those stones were intended for serious emergencies of a mystical variety. Again, Mary Jane didn’t give specifics, but she convinced her fellow queen that such power was warranted. From what Peter told her about Ezekiel Sims and Morlun, overkill was the safest measure.
“That should do it,” said Dr. Strange, finally opening his eyes as the glowing around his hands faded. “I must admit I’m impressed you got your hands on some Shadow Breaker Runes of Nornheim.”
“Be more impressed with Jean,” said Mary Jane. “She’s the one who set up this friendly exchange between Asgard and the Hellfire Club.”
“She achieves that whereas I can’t even get Thor to lend me a bottle of wine from Alfheim,” he said. “That hardly seems fair.”
“Maybe that just means we in the Inner Circle know how to negotiate,” said the Red Queen with an innocent shrug.
“I’m sure that’s all there is to it,” replied the Sorcerer Supreme, sounding unconvinced.
Mary Jane rolled her eyes. Dr. Strange had probably heard the same rumors as everyone else. Her uncanny ability to acquire resources others deem unattainable was well-known. The lurid, but responsible way they went about attaining those resources was just as obvious. No one made too big a deal of it, especially when those methods proved so effective.
“You don’t need to know how we get mystical resources like this,” Mary Jane went on, “not unless you’re comfortable knowing our kinky negotiating tactics.”
“I like to think being a doctor makes me more comfortable than most,” he said with a coy grin.
“Then, I promise to share the dirty details later,” said the Red Queen, “but first, I need to know these stones will do what you say they’ll do.”
“On that, I can assure you with the certainty of the Vishanti. The runes have been enchanted with the most potent disenchantment spell this side of the ten realms.”
“Ten realms? I thought there were nine.”
“There are ten now, but that’s another story,” said Dr. Strange. “On top of the disenchantment, both runes also have a blood barrier spell, one that has a very particular effect on vampiric entities.”
“How particular?” Mary Jane inquired.
“Enough to incur the effect you seek and in a manner most jarring,” he said. “When you utilize such potent resources, you can expect equally potent effects.”
That was just what Mary Jane wanted to hear. Convinced of Dr. Strange’s assurances, she retrieved the hovering rune stones from the ball of light. The Sorcerer Supreme was still hovering in mid-air, not as focused as before, but still engaged. He knew the job wasn’t done, but the hardest part was over.
Looking down at the two runs, which stopped glowing in her hand, Mary Jane felt somewhat relieved. Peter and Cindy were waiting outside, ready to confront Ezekiel. Cindy was especially anxious. After everything Ezekiel took from her, she could hardly blame her. That was why they couldn’t just settle for cutting ties with the old man.
It was no longer enough to just to subdue someone like Ezekiel Sims, a man who used his power to manipulate and outmaneuver Spider-Man on numerous occasions. He and Cindy had the love, support, and resources of the Red Queen of the Hellfire Club. That meant any attack on Sims had to deliver a defeat that was both overwhelming and complete.
“Guess we’ll know soon enough,” said Mary Jane as she pocketed the runes. “I’ll get these to my associates and be back to watch the spectacle. From what I understand, you’ll still need to guide those effects when the time comes.”
“That will be the easy part for both of us,” said Dr. Strange. “I shall maintain the Crimson Flames of Xian in this chamber until the battle is complete. While you’re waiting, I suggest you contemplate how you’ll repay my generous efforts. You did say, if I recall, that the Hellfire Club would offer some specialized services for my next large-scale fertility ritual.”
“I haven’t forgotten, Doctor,” Mary Jane replied with a wry grin. “Don’t worry. The Hellfire Club has every intention of repaying you in full and then some. Just remind Wong not to hide cameras in the vases again.”
“I’ll see to it he’s informed, Ms. Watson.”
“And I’ll remind him for good measure. The way I see it, if we’re going to help each other like this, then we should be responsible about it. Magic or no magic, our enemies sure won’t. The best we can do is remind them why that matters and how much it sucks when fate turns against them.”
Abandoned Shaw Industries Office Park – Present Time
“Ezekiel Sims…your blood…flowing with lies!” hissed an enraged Morlun.
“Stay back!” shouted Ezekiel, stumbling back as the hulking Vampire narrowed his gaze on him. “I bound our fates. I paid the highest possible price for this deal. We both did!”
“Sucks for you, Sims,” quipped Peter. “Guess that means we have deeper pockets than you. Now that’s something I thought I’d never say with a straight face.”
Now back on his feet, Peter had shaken off the punishment he took from Morlun and was just enjoying the spectacle before him. Cindy enjoyed it too, if not more so. They were both watching a rare and beautiful sight. Ezekiel Sims – a man who prided himself on manipulating others and subverting destiny – had lost control of his fate. For once, Cindy got to see who Ezekiel was when he didn’t have all the leverage and power. It was jarring, but still pretty satisfying.
The glowing rune stones she and Peter had around their necks had done their part. They also confirmed Cindy’s suspicions about Morlun and the threat he posed. Ezekiel had used that threat to steal a huge chunk of her life and separate her from her family. While it was a relief to learn the truth, it still hurt on many personal levels.
As Morlun stammered uncontrollably, hissing and seething as the magic from the rune stones broke Ezekiel’s influence, Cindy shook off her own injuries and approached the old man. While he maintained a defensive, anxious poise against Morlun, her gaze narrowed on him. She then removed her mask so that he could see her face and all the emotions it conveyed.
“I always had a feeling you weren’t telling the truth, Ezekiel,” said Cindy. “Even in the early days, I suspected you weren’t giving me the whole story. I still believed you because I believed the threat against me and my family was real.”
“Cindy…it’s not too late,” said Ezekiel, showing more fear than she’d ever seen him show.
“I was young, confused, and scared,” she went on. “I had a great family and a great life. To you, that was just leverage. You used that against me!”
“I saved you!” he shouted as Morlun inched closer. “Without me, you and your family would be dead!”
“See, that’s what really disgusts me,” Cindy said, “because I believe you. Morlun is real. That much is true. Chances are he would’ve found me if you hadn’t come along, just as he found Spider-Man on more than one occasion.”
“And I’ve got the bruises to prove it,” Peter added, who stood back. “Some of them still hurt.”
“So, to some extent, I never had much control over my fate,” Cindy continued. “Either you were going to come along to take me away or Morlun was going to come along to kill me. I was never in a position to make my own choices or pursue my own fate…until now.”
It became real at that moment, the idea that she had control over her life and not Ezekiel. It was profound feeling, one that Cindy didn’t think she’d ever experience. For the first time in years, she didn’t feel afraid or uncertain.
Ezekiel quickly learned how harsh those feelings were. Morlun, his glowing eyes now flickering erratically, pounced on the old man. He tried to evade him using his reflexes, just as he’d done with her and Peter earlier. He avoided the first round of attacks, but took a devastating punch to the jaw with the second. He kept trying to evade, but that only enraged Morlun even more. He was already winded and Cindy could already see blood coming from his mouth.
“Your control over me ended the second I decided to leave that island,” Cindy shouted, making sure the old man still heard her. “You see, I had a feeling you were pulling Morlun’s strings to some extent. Even if it was to protect me at first, it definitely changed at some point.”
“Cindy…call this off!” urged Ezekiel, narrowly avoiding another one of Morlun’s attacks.
“Sorry, but I’m not doing squat,” she replied with folding arms, “not after I uncovered those files from Selene that you’d been hiding from me.”
Ezekiel diverted his gaze from Morlun for a brief moment and looked towards her with a mix of dread and frustration. That proved to be another mistake because it allowed Morlun to get in and kick him right in the back. As Ezekiel fell flat on his face, Cindy tried not to enjoy it too much. She remained locked onto his disheveled form, intent on hitting him with the full, unabated truth.
“That’s right. I found out,” Cindy said with folded arms.
“Damn that woman,” he muttered.
“I don’t think she meant to leave those files on that island. I don’t think she intended to fare so poorly when the old Hellfire Club fell, either.”
“You can thank/curse Emma Frost for that,” added Peter. “Trust me, you wouldn’t be the first.”
“They were encrypted, but everything essentially unlocked itself after she went down. That’s how I learned how you were manipulating Morlun. You and Selene were going to make him your new enforcer…a super-powerful, bloodthirsty vampire. You two had been working your magic even while you were training me. I’d be so pissed if it also weren’t so brilliant.”
Ezekiel muttered another string of curses that Cindy couldn’t make out. They might have been directed at Morlun too because he launched another attack, attempting to pin him on the muddy ground. The old man managed to roll out of the way. He attempted to counter as well, but Morlun proved faster and more determined.
After blocking his mid-air spin-kick, the imposing vampire hit him with a nasty gut-punch that sent Ezekiel falling to the ground in a heap of agony. He barely evaded Morlun’s follow-up attack, but could not get back to his feet. With each passing second, his fate turned against him.
“Brilliant, but still a dick move, Zeke,” said Peter. “By controlling Morlun, you controlled Cindy too. Having one to pit against the other means they can’t oppose you. They don’t even know there’s anything to oppose.”
“Even after Selene fell, you were still going to use Morlun against me,” Cindy said. “You might have even conjured a new round of lies to feed me. Maybe he got out and killed Selene. Maybe all those protection spells she put on the island had faded. Maybe Morlun teamed up with Thanos, Dr. Doom, and the Easter Bunny to hunt me down. You’d have said anything to maintain control.”
“What I did…what must be done…I had to do!” Ezekiel said, coughing up more blood.
“Not anymore!” Cindy shouted. “You claim to be such a big fan of fate. Time to see what happens when it finally catches up to you.”
That might have been the most satisfying sentiment of all, shoving Ezekiel’s fate right back at him. It had a much bigger impact on him. Cindy watched as his expression turned from one of frustration to one of utter dread. He had to know on some levels that his time had run out.
As that sentiment set in, Morlun attacked again and Ezekiel had run out of room to run. Still on his knees with blood streaming down his face, the powerful vampire finally grabbed him by the neck and held him up. The rain poured harder and his glowing eyes flashed again, reflecting a bloodlust that filled the old man with terror.
“The blood-bond…is broken,” Morlun said to him.
“No!” Ezekiel exclaimed. “If you do that, it’ll…”
Before he could finish, though, the terror took on a new form. The swirling red mists that had encompassed the area shifted, morphing into sparks of energy that shot up into the cloudy skies like geysers releasing their pent-up pressure.
For a brief moment, the skies above them was illuminated with a bright reddish tint. Lightning flashed around them, striking the areas just a few inches from where Morlun stood. Cindy remained just outside the boundary, having been warned about the latter parts of the rune stones’ effects. Peter remained close by, as well, keeping an eye on both Ezekiel and Morlun as the powerful scene unfolded.
“That would be Dr. Strange’s handiwork doing its thing,” said Peter. “I’m no Sorcerer Supreme, but when you mess with magic like this, it tends to get messy. Usually, that involves demons attacking, but I bet what you did to Morlun warrants more than a few angry demons.”
“Much more,” added Cindy, “and it’s not even up to us how much you’ll pay for your bullshit.”
“Although, given what happened to Selene, I’d be pretty damn worried,” said Peter.
Ezekiel groaned and struggled under Morlun’s grip. As the powerful creature held him up, the reddish lightning above shifted form again. Like a targeted wave of energy – another likely byproduct of Dr. Strange’s help – poured down upon the two figures.
A column of reddish energy then surrounded them, which quickly became concentrated in the ground under them. From the energy, a series of mystical symbols appeared and a portal opened. Within moments, they began sinking into it. Morlun didn’t move an inch or seem the least bit concerned. Cindy wasn’t even sure he was fully aware of what was going on, but that didn’t seem to matter to him. Every ounce of bloodlust had been focused on Ezekiel, the man who sought to control him as much as her.
As they descended, Ezekiel fought hard to break Morlun’s grip. It was no use, though. As he struggled, his gaze turned back to Cindy, his dread now mixed with desperation.
“Cindy…please,” he said desperately. “Listen to me!”
“There’s nothing more to say, Ezekiel,” Cindy said sternly. “You’ve got nothing else I want to hear.”
“There’s still time!” he yelled. “I…I still know where your family is. I can help you reunite with them! Just…help me.”
Cindy’s tough demeanor faltered. She had a feeling he would play that card at some point, using her missing family as leverage. She’d been bracing herself for it, but it still struck her more than she expected.
For a brief moment, Cindy was genuinely tempted. She thought about her family…her mother, her father, and her brother. She hadn’t seen them in so long. She didn’t know if they were alive, dead, or suffering. Ezekiel knew, though. He had to know. That was the only way to fully regain control of her life, getting her family back so that no one could use them against her.
She turned towards Peter briefly, who just took a step back. He showed no inclination to affect her or her decision. He still cast her a sympathetic gaze through his mask.
“Do what you have to do, Cindy,” Peter told her. “This is your choice.”
That once-distant notion – her having a choice, even when someone else had the leverage – sealed her decision. She gave Peter a nod and a weak mile, assuring him of what she’d decided. She then turned back to Ezekiel.
“No,” she told him. “I won’t.”
“Then…you’ve lost them forever!” he exclaimed as he sank further into the portal.
“Wrong again, old man. I didn’t lose my family. They were taken from me…used as leverage to control me. I won’t let you do that to me or to them anymore.”
“Then, you’re dooming them to a dire fate!”
“And I’d doom us all if I gave you any control over that fate,” she said strongly. “Whatever you’ve done to them…wherever you’ve hidden them…I’ll find them. It’ll probably be harder and a lot more dangerous, but that’s my choice. And no matter what you say, choice is more powerful than any fate.”
Ezekiel shot her a look of anger and desperation. Hopefully, it would be the last look he ever gave her. By now, he and Morlun had sunk halfway into the portal. Morlun remained stoic, locked on the old man with a mix of hatred and hunger in his eyes. He didn’t seem to mind where the portal was taking him. Based on what Dr. Strange had told them, Morlun would have different priorities once Ezekiel’s control over him was broken. He also assured her that none of them involved harming her or her family.
Assured by the Sorcerer Supreme’s assessment, Cindy gave little thought to what that meant for Ezekiel. The man had lied, cheated, and manipulated everyone around him for so long, all in the name of fate. For too long, he’d avoided the consequences and responsibilities for all his misdeeds. Finally – and ironically, to some extent – his fate caught up with him.
“DAMN YOU, CINDY MOON! DAMN YOU, PETER PARKER!” yelled Ezekiel as he fought in vain to escape. “MAY THE WEB OF FATE DAMN YOU AND YOUR FAMILIES UNTIL THE END OF YOUR DAYS AND BEYOND!”
“Speak for yourself,” snarled Morlun, the portal starting to close around them.
“Sorry, I didn’t catch that last part, Sims,” joked Peter. “Could you speak up a little louder? Maybe make it a catchy song or something?”
“I SWEAR I’LL…”
That was all Ezekiel could get out before descending completely into the portal. Both he and Morlun finally disappeared into the swirling pool of red energy, his words silenced and his hold over her completely gone. Having lived so much of her life under Ezekiel’s control, it was like a huge weight falling off her back.
“It’s over,” she said distantly. “It’s finally over. I’m free.”
“And before you ask, I promise we’re even,” added Peter. “I accept the hot sex we had on my desk this morning as payment.”
Cindy laughed at his remark, although not as much as she wanted. It was easy to forget how everything started with her seeking him out, revealing the connection they shared from that one spider all those years ago. The sex part was a secondary, albeit kinky side-effect. Thanks to him and Mary Jane, though, their collective efforts produced a uniquely satisfying result.
As the rain continued to pour, the mystical energy and mist that had surrounded the plaza steadily faded. A calm, surreal silence settled over the vacant office complex. She needed a good long moment for everything to sink in. It was overwhelming, the cathartic feeling of severing ties from Ezekiel Sims and taking control over her life…a life that she could finally live on her own terms.
‘I did it. I’m finally in control now. It took me WAY too long, but I did it. Now, I’ve got to figure out how I’m going to make use of it.’
Hellfire Club – Later That Evening
Shortly before she was bitten by that radioactive spider, Cindy had been the unwitting star in a frustrating game of field hockey. On that day, she played her worst game to date. She made a fool of herself, missing easy passes and shooting wildly. She also tripped over one of her teammates at one point, falling flat on her face and getting fresh mud in her mouth. To that point in her life, it had been a real low-point.
As one of the better players on her school’s team, there were lofty expectations of her. She left the field that day, muddy and bruised, feeling like she failed. Her father had been there to pick her up. Unlike her mother, who preferred she focus on schoolwork rather than athletics, he encouraged her to push herself. Even on her worst day, he greeted her with a smile and some words of wisdom that stuck with her.
“Don’t worry about games like this, Cindy. Don’t forget about them either. Sometimes, we need to make mistakes, mess up, and even fail every now and then. You can’t be afraid, but you can’t lose control of yourself either. You’ll learn much more and you’ll get much stronger, in the process.”
Cindy remembered rolling her eyes at that remark, focusing more on the ice cream her father promised her after the game. Years later – and after many more mistakes and failures, along the way – those words carried far greater weight. They made her even more determined to save her father, mother, and brother from whatever Ezekiel had done to them.
With Ezekiel now gone, finding her family was her top priority. To maximize her chances, though, she still had some logistical issues to work out. Once again, Peter and Mary Jane Watson offered the kind of help that only the Hellfire Club could provide.
“What’s the word, Mary Jane? Have Emma’s lawyers worked their magic?” asked Peter as he casually leaned against the Red Queen’s desk.
“As far as I’m concerned, their magic is way more potent than anything Dr. Strange has ever done,” said Mary Jane, sitting behind her desk and looking over her computer screen.
“I won’t tell him you said that, but I have a feeling he wouldn’t argue.”
“After he conjures a lengthy, legally binding paper trail for someone who’s been missing for ten years, he’s welcome to try,” she said.
“For what Emma pays these people, Dormammu himself couldn’t do it,” Peter joked.
“And they earn every penny,” Mary Jane said as she hung up her cell phone. “I had Emma get this started before we left for the Sanctum Sanctorum. The fact they finished this quickly at rebuilding a broken life is pretty amazing.”
While Peter and the Red Queen marveled at Emma Frost’s handiwork, Cindy continued pacing around the opulent office. After processing Ezekiel’s defeat, she and Peter returned to the Hellfire Club where Mary Jane was waiting for them. Her spirits were high and for good reason. She informed them that Dr. Strange’s spell had worked. Morlun and Ezekiel were gone and the gateway to the Interrealm Void, as he’d called it, was sealed.
That was welcome news, but Cindy was still too restless to celebrate. Freeing herself from Ezekiel had been only the first step. The next step – one almost as daunting – involved rebuilding the life he’d stolen from her. She’d been living on a tropical island for nearly a decade, isolated from the outside world and under someone else’s thumb. If she was going to help her family and rebuild her life, she needed additional help.
Officially, she and her family were labeled missing, but not dead. They still existed on paper. However, everything associated with the Moon family disappeared the day after that spider bit her. Everything her family owned had been absorbed into one of Ezekiel’s companies and subsequently erased from public records. Even the companies her parents worked for had no record of them beyond a certain point. It was as though they’d just been cut out of reality completely.
That was a problem for her, especially if she wanted to take control of her life and find her missing family. That was also where Mary Jane’s connections with the Hellfire Club came in. Being the Red Queen and close associated with Emma Frost, whose financial and legal resources dwarfed anything Ezekiel ever had, she could help create a new foundation on which to build.
“So what does this mean for me?” asked Cindy as she stopped pacing.
“It means, Cindy, that you have a legally binding identity once more,” said Mary Jane proudly. “You have a valid ID, a bank account, and even completed tax returns. Don’t ask me how those were created.”
“That’s probably something not worth knowing,” added Peter. “The point is, Ezekiel Sims screwed your life up. We’re unscrewing in a way that won’t seem weird to the police, the state of New York, or the IRS.”
“Take it from a former prostitute. You want to be official in some capacity,” added Mary Jane. “Here, see for yourself.”
The Red Queen turned her computer screen so that Cindy could see the Hellfire Club’s handiwork. It appeared to be comprehensive government database, one she doubted civilians were supposed to access, but the Inner Circle’s reach went just that far. Cindy was no expert in legal documents, paper trails, or anything of the sort, but she was knew enough to recognize thorough documentation.
“The story is a little contrived, but not the most elaborate piece of legal fiction ever woven,” Mary Jane continued. “Those are Emma Frost’s words, by the way. Not mine.”
“Just out of curiosity, how often has she done stuff like this?” asked Cindy as she scrolled through some of the data.
“We don’t know,” said Peter, “and we’re probably better off not knowing.”
“You still can’t argue with results,” said the Red Queen. “As of now, your story is slightly more mundane and involves zero vampires.”
“That’s a detail I can do without,” Cindy muttered.
“It goes like this…about 10 years ago, your parents get an emergency phone call from your Uncle Rin Moon back in South Korea. You’ve got a family crisis on your hands, one that requires you to take an extended trip to Pusan.”
“Do I even want to know how your people found out about my dad’s aloof brother?” Cindy asked.
“Again, we’re probably better off not knowing,” said Peter.
“It’s a good thing he’s aloof because that gives you a reason to leave. That extended trip gets even more extended when your family gets caught up in the chaos during the first Kree/Skrull war that hit every country all those years ago.”
“I remember that,” said Peter, shuddering at the memory. “I still pretty new to the superhero game. The Avengers barely knew I existed. There was a lot of chaos to go around.”
“And it was in that chaos where you were separated from your family,” said Mary Jane. “The details in the documents are vague, but according to the revised timeline, you spent a number of years searching for them throughout Asia. Now, you think your best chance of finding them is here in New York.”
“Which isn’t that far from the truth, when you think about it,” said Peter.
It sounded almost made too much sense. It gave her, on paper, a perfect reason for disappearing from New York all those years ago. It even gave her an excuse for being separated from her family, one that didn’t involve her getting superpowers or being trapped on an island for years. There were even official-looking documents from South Korea that documented her fictional struggles to reunite with her family.
It wasn’t the whole truth, but it wasn’t an outright lie either. Cindy got the impression that the Hellfire Club and the superhero crowd had to walk that line, especially when it came to personal issues.
To some extent, it set them apart from men like Ezekiel, who didn’t mind complete lies. If she was to function as both Cindy Moon and whatever persona her powers made her, then she needed a certain level of deception. It was just a matter of making sure there were enough truths mixed in with the half-truths to keep her focused.
‘I lost my family because I believed in another man’s lies. Now, if I want to find them again, I’ll have to navigate some lies of my own. I just hope I’m strong enough and smart enough to do what I have to do and NOT lose control again. I owe that much to my parents and brother.’
It all fit perfectly to fill the decade-long gap in her past. However, Cindy noticed it did little to mold her present or future. That part had been left fairly open, which might have been the most critical detail of all. It reflected the renewed control over she had on her life and the long road ahead of her in using it.
“I guess it’s as believable as anything else you’d find in this city,” said Cindy as she finished reading through the documentation.
“In a city that has Lizard men in the sewer, mole men in the subways, and J. Jonah Jameson as a major news outlet, there are far crazier things,” joked Peter.
“I don’t intend to rely too much on it, though,” she said. “I’ve got a life to rebuild, a family to find, and a host of superpowers I’ll need to manage.”
“Well, you have what you need,” said Mary Jane. “Emma even managed to retrieve and unfreeze your family’s old bank accounts. It’s not a whole lot, but it will help get you situated.”
“We can offer more, if you need it,” added Peter. “We’ve got some friends in SHIELD who are in need of agents and good at finding missing people. I hear Black Widow is looking for a partner. And she’s so good at finding people she knows the Red Skull’s favorite brand of underwear.”
He offered a friendly gesture. Cindy accepted it with a smile. Still in his Spider-Man costume, but no longer wearing his mask, he smiled back. It was overwhelming how willing he and Mary Jane had been to help her. As hard as she fought to regain control of her life, there was no way she could’ve succeeded without them.
“That’s so amazingly generous of you, but you guys have already been way too generous,” said Cindy. “Hell, I basically just barged right into your lives, got you caught up in my crap, and roped you into a battle with Ezekiel and Morlun. I think I’ve demanded enough of you.”
“Hey, us bitten-by-a-radioactive-spider types have to stick together, right?” teased Peter.
“And besides, what happened to you was already linked to us anyway,” said Mary Jane. “You were in this crazy situation because Ezekiel teamed up with Selene. Add that on top of that spider bite and it was only a matter of time before our paths crossed.”
“Plus, you did give me a pretty strong incentive, if I recall,” said Peter curtly.
“I know. I haven’t forgotten that,” said Cindy, blushing at the reminder of how it all started with sex on his desk.
“Call me old fashioned, but I feel compelled to help a beautiful woman who just walks into my office and has sex with me on the spot.”
“You’re a true gentleman, Tiger,” said Mary Jane curtly. “Keep in mind, I say that as both your lover and someone who has been bent over more than a few office desks.”
They both laughed and so did Cindy, although she couldn’t stop herself from blushing. Peter and Mary Jane had such a strange, but wonderful relationship. They were so open, emotionally and sexually. In a strange, yet logical way, it allowed them to navigate the chaos that came with superheroes, super-villains, and kinky sex.
She’d originally been nervous about how she approached Peter, knowing the effect their spider-senses would be on one another. She didn’t know how it would affect his willingness to help her battle Ezekiel. Her just showing up and fucking him on the spot could’ve complicated his life more than it already was. Knowing the urge would be strong, though, Cindy took a chance and it paid off more than she ever could’ve imagined.
“By the way,” Mary Jane continued, “if you’re going to regularly take part in our kinky sex lives, give us some warning.”
“And take a number,” joked Peter. “We tend to be charitable when it comes to sharing our kinks.”
“Provided they share in the responsibilities,” the Red Queen added.
“That too,” said Peter.
Cindy laughed and blushed, somewhat. She had a lot on her plate to deal with in terms of finding her family and rebuilding her life. It was nice knowing that when it came to her sex life – which both Ezekiel and Selene did plenty to mess up on that island – she had an appropriate outlet.
“Thanks,” said Cindy. “I promise I’ll do my part. I may have to since our spider senses still effect one another.”
“Yeah, we’ll have to work around that,” said Peter, now blushing as well. “I noticed it wasn’t as intense during our battle with Sims, but that might have just been the weather and the adrenaline.”
“Well, we’ve managed to keep our hands off each other so far,” said Cindy. “I guess we’re starting to manage it…for the most part.”
“The most part?” said Peter.
“Are you going to tell me you haven’t had at least one awkward boner since we’ve returned?”
Peter shifted awkwardly, trying to hide that goofy look on his face. Cindy hid her own awkward look as well. She still took a slight step back from Peter, an effort to keep their hormones in check. That basic, instinctual attraction to him was still there. The urge to rip his clothes off and jump his bone wasn’t as strong as it was when they first met, but it hadn’t disappeared. Peter’s response confirmed that he still felt it too.
As they lingered in the awkward moment, Mary Jane shot Peter a bemused smirk. She then gave her a strange glance. She was actually the only one in the room who wasn’t blushing. The voluptuous redhead seemed remarkably comfortable with sexual innuendo, a likely byproduct of being a former prostitute and the Red Queen. There was something else to her gaze, though. It was as if her and Peter’s disposition had triggered some sort of revelation.
“Well, if you’re going to manage it, then maybe we can work with that too,” said Mary Jane with a kinky undertone in her voice.
“That’s really not necessary,” said Cindy. “Like I said, you guys have already helped me way too much for one day.”
“I didn’t say anything about helping,” said the Red Queen, getting up from her desk. “In fact, this might be a way of returning the favor, to some extent.”
“Oh boy,” said Peter, his face lighting up like a kid on Christmas. “I know that insanely sexy undertone. It doesn’t set off my spider sense, but it probably should.”
“Why? What do you mean?” asked Cindy, both curious and somewhat anxious.
Mary Jane then walked out from behind her desk and approached Cindy. She now had a critical look in her eyes. It reminded her of her old field hockey coach, who gave players that look when trying to determine what position they could play. The main difference was that Mary Jane walked with the poise of the Red Queen of the Hellfire Club. That had far more connotations, although those undertones Peter mentioned provided some telling clues.
“Earlier, you talked about some of the weird shit Ezekiel and Selene did to maintain their hold on you,” Mary Jane said, still assessing her with that critical gaze.
“Are you referring to the weird way they used my ex-boyfriend to literally fuck with me?” said Cindy.
“To be fair, that’s not even the tenth weirdest thing we’ve seen or done at this place,” Peter pointed out. “Hell, we’ve got a mutant shape-shifter who regularly visits.”
“Not the point, love,” said Mary Jane, now carrying herself with the poise of the Red Queen. “From what I’ve learned and surmised, they used sex to strengthen their control over you. Is that accurate?”
“Yeah, but it wasn’t the only thing,” Cindy answered.
“I don’t doubt that, but it’s the one thing Peter and I can help with…and maybe help ourselves a bit, in the process.”
“Oh? How so?” asked Cindy, now genuinely intrigued.
That strange grin on her face widened. The Red Queen then stopped scrutinizing her and took a step closer. She radiated a raw, unrestrained sexual energy, the kind that couldn’t be controlled. Mary Jane was clearly a very sexual woman and while Cindy had never had been overly sexual until she got her powers, she found herself drawn to it.
Peter must have known something she didn’t because he had already retrieved his mask and started walking towards the door. He had a similar grin on his face. Either his spider sense had just warned him of something or Cindy hadn’t fully grasped the innuendo.
“I’ll go shower, shave, and open a fresh bottle of lube,” said Peter.
“You do that, Peter,” said Mary Jane, not taking her eyes off Cindy. “Ms. Moon and I have a few other things to discuss.”
“Somehow, I doubt this has anything to do with legal paperwork,” said Cindy.
“This actually involves something more important, if you can believe that,” the Red Queen continued. “The way I see it, Ezekiel and Selene really fucked up your sex drive and your sense of control. On top of that, your powers give you the insatiable urge to fuck my lover.”
“It’s odd how you’re not framing that as a problem,” she pointed out.
“That’s because it doesn’t have to be, Cindy. In my experience, when you have feelings like this, the last thing you want to do is repress them. Sure, you can still manage them and be perfectly content, but honestly…where’s the fun in that?”
At that moment, the innuendo became clear. Mary Jane even reinforced it, slipping an arm around Cindy’s shoulder and playfully trailing a finger down her skin-tight uniform. Her mind raced with all sorts of strange possibilities, but if the moist heat between her legs were any indication, her body had already decided.
“I haven’t been allowed to have fun for a long time,” Cindy said. “What do you have in mind, Mary Jane?”
“Something that’ll be fun, kinky, and potentially beneficial to all of us!” she replied proudly. “All I need to know from you is what style of stilettos you prefer.”
Hellfire Club S&M Dungeon – Later That Night
“We’re ready for you, Mistress Moon,” said a submissive, playful voice. “Are you ready for us?”
“Fuck yeah, I’m ready!” Cindy said intently. “I mean…actually, fuck that. I meant what I said!”
Cindy Moon couldn’t remember the last time she’d sounded that confident. Then again, she’d never been in such an empowering situation ether. The Cindy Moon that had spent the last decade under someone else’s control had disappeared. Even the Cindy before that – the reserved, uncertain girl who had never been too sure of herself – had disappeared as well. In their place was a dominant, controlling version of Cindy that would’ve made Ezekiel Sims shudder.
“You wear that thong well, Cindy,” said Mary Jane proudly.
“Silence, my fellow leather-bound bitch!” Cindy said sternly. “I’m in control here. You’re merely an assistant.”
“And I intend to be a damn good one,” said the Red Queen playfully.
The voluptuous redhead took a step back, maintaining a submissive disposition, as she’d promised earlier. It was still nothing compared to the submissive state Peter was in. It would’ve been shocking if it hadn’t also made her so excited, as well as horny.
In one of the more exclusive VIP areas of the Hellfire Club – one specifically reserved for patrons who enjoyed a more extreme form of kink – Mary Jane and Peter had set up an elaborate scenario just for her. The room itself was a fully-equipped S&M dungeon, complete with stone walls, torch-like lighting, medieval décor, and a healthy assortment of accessories, many of which hung from the walls or in oversized chests.
At the center of it all was an adjustable wooden table that had the dimensions of a queen-sized bed. It also had special gears underneath and on the side, allowing her to adjust the incline from completely flat to completely upright. Mary Jane called it the slave rack, but at the moment, it was the center of Cindy’s focus.
Lying on the rack was Peter, fully naked and completely at her mercy. He had his arms spread out and restrained with special ropes that were attached to the side of the rack. His legs and ankles had been bound in a similar fashion. There was even a special restraint for his neck, ensuring he couldn’t move unless she allowed it. For all intents and purposes, he’d completely ceded control to her. However, he didn’t look that uncomfortable. If anything, he looked aroused by it.
“You look way to content, all bound and tied up like a slave,” Cindy commented as she approached the rack.
“In my defense, Mistress Moon, this isn’t my first time submitting to the kinky whims of a beautiful woman,” Peter said.
“Given the intimate company you keep, I’m not the least bit surprised,” Cindy replied, shooting Mary Jane a bemused glare.
“Also in his defense, he’s really good at it,” Mary Jane added. “He a thoughtful, obedient submissive. He knows how to please a hardened mistress.”
“I’ll be the judge of that,” Cindy said skeptically, growing more excited by the second.
She was already breathing heavily, flushed with adrenaline and arousal. Cindy found herself embracing the mentality and spirit of a dominatrix, one completely in control herself and her submissive. It even surprised her, the eagerness with which settled into her role, but she couldn’t feel too surprised.
When Mary Jane first pitched the idea to her – spending the evening as an S&M queen, dominating a man who willingly submitted to her every whim – she thought it sounded too kinky for someone who’d spent the past decade cooped up on Selene Gallio’s private island. The way the Red Queen sold it, though, made it seem downright therapeutic.
It would give her an opportunity to take control of something that Selene and Ezekiel had once used to control her. She hadn’t forgotten how they used sex in the form of her ex-boyfriend, Hector, to pacify her. They turned a simple, pleasurable feeling into a tool with which to mold her. In order to take control of her life, she needed to reclaim that tool. The fact that it involved sex with a man for which she felt a powerful lust made it seem all the more pragmatic.
Cindy didn’t remember exactly when Mary Jane’s request stopped sounding so crazy. She just knew that, after about an hour of that moment, she found herself standing over a hopelessly bound man while wearing the kind of S&M gear that would’ve made her old Sunday School teacher faint. Her entire included thigh-high stiletto boots, a black leather corset that was cut in a way that allowed her breasts to hang freely, and a matching thong that barely covered her pussy. It was so gaudy, but wearing it just felt so right.
“So you enjoy subjugating yourself to the whims of a controlling mistress,” Cindy said as she walked around the rack, adjusting it so it was at a steep incline.
“Yes, Mistress Moon,” Peter said in a meek tone. “I enjoy it very much.”
“That, alone, reveals much about you,” she told him. “It says to me you spent a good chunk of your life bearing too many responsibilities…shouldering multiple burdens, never able to pass it onto others. Someone with such unique abilities can’t avoid those burdens. That gives the idea of submitting to a trusted mistress a uniquely liberating appeal.”
“That…makes a lot of sense,” said Mary Jane.
The Red Queen laughed, but Cindy remained dead serious. As she continued walking around the slave rack, she trailed her fingers over the manly sinews of Peter’s body. She did so while wearing a pair of arm-length leather gloves that Mary Jane had lent her. The smooth, cold touch was meant to convey the breadth of her authority over him. She could feel him shuddering under her touch, but she also saw how much it aroused him.
His dick was already semi-hard. Part of that might have been due to their respective spider-senses, which still filled them with a powerful lust for one another. Cindy felt it too, her inner thighs becoming moist with arousal. Her instincts urged her to just jump his bone and start riding his cock. However, in the spirit of taking back control and embracing her new S&M personal, Cindy sought to channel that lust.
“The fact that I’m getting so wet, acting as your mistress, reveals plenty about me too,” Cindy went on.
“Yeah…so revealing,” said Peter, his submissive gaze narrowing on her breasts as she hovered just over his head.
“My life has been controlled by others for so long. My safety, my hopes, my fears, and even my pleasure…all ceded to someone else,” she said, her tone becoming more intense with every word. “For me, it wasn’t liberating. If anything, it made me long for greater control…almost as much as I long for other powerful feelings.”
“Well, now you have it,” Mary Jane told her. “Question is…what are you going to do with it?”
Cindy turned towards Mary Jane, still hovering over Peter with her breasts right in his face. She shot the Red Queen a devious smirk. She picked up on what the Red Queen was trying to do to her. She dared her to do more than just long for such a feeling. Cindy had every intention of maximizing the opportunity before her.
“Is that a question or a challenge?” Cindy asked her.
“It is whatever you want it to be, Mistress Moon,” said Mary Jane, mirroring Peter’s submissive tone.
“In that case, it’s time you make yourself useful.”
Acting on a mix of lustful whim and playful kink, Cindy stormed over towards the Red Queen like a master approaching a disobedient slave. Mary Jane didn’t move from where she stood, bowing her head in a submissive gesture. Cindy didn’t let her get too comfortable, though. Grabbing her by the chin, she forced the voluptuous redhead to look her in the eye.
“Strip!” Cindy demanded. “Take everything off. Only I’m allowed to wear the attire of a queen in here.”
“Yes, Mistress Moon,” Mary Jane said tepidly.
Cindy let go of her chin. Almost immediately, the redhead began removing the distinct Hellfire Club uniform that identified her as the Red Queen. She pretended to be shy, removing her gloves and unzipping her red leather corset. She maintained that demeanor as she removed her thong, garter, and boots as well, all while under Cindy’s penetrating gaze. She even acted embarrassed, covering her breasts with one arm and putting a hand over her vagina with the other.
Cindy didn’t buy it for a second, though. She could tell by the curt glint in Mary Jane’s eyes that she was enjoying it. She seemed to enjoy submission almost as much as Peter. Cindy surmised she’d been on the submissive side of things before as well. The way she rubbed her thighs together revealed that she was getting aroused as well.
“Don’t pretend to be modest,” said Cindy sternly. “You’re an unapologetic slut and you know it. Show those tits and pussy that you love using so much.”
“Okay, Mistress Moon,” Mary Jane said, still pretending to be meek.
“Show them to my slave!” she demanded. “Let him see the face and body of a true whore.”
Cindy didn’t wait for her to reply. She just grabbed Mary Jane by the shoulders and shoved her over to an area just in front of the slave rack. It gave Peter an unobstructed view of her naked body. While he’d probably seen Mary Jane naked many times before, the sight of her being submissive to another woman must have been a new spectacle. He must have really liked it too because his cock became more erect.
“Look at that,” Cindy said, standing behind Mary Jane and directing her gaze to his cock. “My submissive enjoys looking at naked whores.”
“So it seems, Mistress Moon,” said Mary Jane in a more playful tone.
“That’s good for both of you,” she told her. “It means I can be flexible with my authority.”
She made it sound so ominous. That might have just been her excitement at exercising so much control. Selene and Ezekiel had effectively dictated when she could do anything, including sex. Now, it was her turn to do the dictating.
“Here’s what you’re going to do, Mary Jane,” Cindy said into her ear, making sure Peter could hear too. “You’re going to suck my slave’s cock. You’re going to suck it nice and hard until he comes. When he does, you’re going to swallow every last drop of his cum. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress Moon. I understand completely,” said Mary Jane, no longer acting shy as she licked her lips intently.
Cindy then turned to Peter, who looked as excited as she’d expect of a man who was about to get a blowjob from Mary Jane Watson. Before he could get too eager, though, she walked back over towards him and grabbed him by the neck.
“Don’t think this is an act of mercy, slave! This is your Mistress testing your stamina and your worth,” Cindy told him.
“I uh…understand,” Peter said.
“I don’t think you do. The way I see it, just getting your dick hard so your mistress can ride it to ecstasy is easy. A typical slave has no problem with this, but you’re not typical, are you?”
She gave his neck a little squeeze, letting him know there was only one acceptable answer.
“No…I’m not,” Peter said.
“That’s why you’re going to blow your load down this whore’s gullet. Then, you’re going to get hard again. You’re going to fuck me with that cock and blow another load inside me. It’s not going to be that easy, but those are the high standards I expect of my slaves.”
She released her grip on Peter’s neck, her dominating demeanor still towering over him. He looked up at her as though she’d just given him a daunting task. Cindy knew as well as he did that his superhuman biology made multiple ejaculations easier for him than most men. That still didn’t mean she would make it easy on him. Turning back towards Mary Jane, who was still hungrily eyeing Peter’s cock, Cindy exacted further control over her submissive.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked impatiently. “Get on your knees and suck his dick, whore!”
“It will be done, Mistress Moon,” said Mary Jane.
The Red Queen, now reduced the role of a lowly whore, did as she was told. Upon approaching the rack, she dropped to her knees, her naked skin touching the cold stone floor. With Peter’s cock now right in her face, she carefully cupped his balls with one hand and grabbed the base with the other. Then, with the look and demeanor of an obedient whore, began giving her slave oral sex.
“Ohhh fuck!” Peter moaned.
“Keep your voice down, slave. You’ll need it for later,” Cindy said, throwing in more ominous undertones.
She wasn’t sure whether Peter heard her. That didn’t matter, though. He’d find out soon enough what she had in store for him.
Cindy hadn’t planned everything out. Mary Jane had just offered her the basics in terms of setup and tools. How she went about exercising her newfound control was left up to her. The fact that doing so and being near Peter made her very horny helped assure that she was doing something right.
‘This is my domain. Their pleasure…my pleasure…it’s all mine to mold and guide. The things I can do…I get to decide. Fuck, just thinking about it makes me so hot!’
The whole room felt like her own world, one in which she controlled from top to bottom. For a moment, she just watched Mary Jane suck Peter’s cock like the skilled whore she was while her submissive slave grunted blissfully. Such vivid imagery filled her with a mix of energy and sexual arousal. In a room full of various BDSM accessories, Cindy began exercising other aspects of control.
Acting largely on whim rather than reason, she grabbed a special whip that had placed on a nearby table. It was one of those whips with multiple studs on the end. It was specially padded so that it wouldn’t leave marks, but still crafted from thick leather so that it had an impact. While gripping it firmly in her hand, Cindy another rush of power as she eyed her two submissive.
At that point, though, it was no novelty. It felt like a new side of herself emerging before her eyes, born from life of fear, mistakes, and deception.
“My obedient little submissive,” Cindy said distantly, “so vulnerable and exposed. There’s so much I could do to you, but this isn’t about you. It’s about me…my pleasure…my authority.”
Squeezing the whip harder, Cindy casually twirled it as she walked up behind Mary Jane, who remained on her knees and totally focused on sucking Peter’s dick. She didn’t see her, but the sound of her stiletto heels clicking against the cold stone floor must have alerted her. Even in his blissful, yet bound daze, Peter noticed as well.
“Mistress Moon,” he said distantly.
“Silence!” Cindy spat. “You will not speak until your Mistress tells you to!”
Peter fell silent. His expression continued contorting to Mary Jane’s efforts. By now, she’d worked up a thorough rhythm, bobbing her head back and forth as her lips slithered along the length of his cock. With each motion, she stroked the base while fondling his balls, her skill and experience at sucking dick showing at every turn.
It was so easy for her, an experienced prostitute and self-admitted slut. For Cindy, the one with all the dominance in the room, that just couldn’t stand. A whore as skilled as Mary Jane Watson had to be challenged.
“Time to add a little urgency, slave,” Cindy said with a devious grin.
With both hands now on the whip, the emboldened young woman channeled some of her old field hockey skills and struck Mary Jane right on the ass with it. The sound of hard leather clashing with naked flesh filled the room, catching the voluptuous redhead by surprise.
“Mmf!” Mary Jane groaned, her voice muffled by the presence of Peter’s cock.
“Don’t stop! Keep sucking!” Cindy commanded. “Show your worth. Prove you can suck a dick while your mistress disciplines you.”
She struck Mary Jane again, hitting her ass with equal force. The impact left visible reddish welts on her ass, the kind that really must have stung. It threw the former prostitute off, so much so that she briefly gagged on Peter’s cock. She probably wasn’t used to getting interrupted when giving one of her famous blowjobs. It presented a new challenge, one that she had to complete on behalf of her Mistress.
“Harder!” Cindy commanded before striking her again. “Do it until he comes! The longer you take, the more punishment you’ll receive.”
She delivered another blow, striking her lower back and creating a fresh round of welts. Mary Jane winced at the impact, but offered no protest. She just did as she’d been told, stepping up the intensity of her oral sex, licking and suckling harder. The sounds of her slurping and slobbering over his hardened cock filled the room briefly, only to be overshadowed by the sound of the whip striking her naked flesh again.
It was an act of dominance, one that commanded both pleasure and pain over two eager submissive. It filled Cindy with more intoxicating power, encouraging her to strike Mary Jane again and again with the whip, up to the point where her ass was bright red with welts. They looked painful, but she sensed the Red Queen enjoying it. Cindy could see her pussy getting wetter with each passing moment.
“You like this, don’t you?” Cindy said before striking Mary Jane again. “You love being an obedient slave whore…completely at the mercy of a skilled mistress.”
“Mmf!” Mary Jane moaned.
“I’ll take that as a yes…and an invitation for more!”
Cindy delivered more strikes, adding even more urgency to her oral sex. At one point, Mary Jane had to let go of Peter’s balls and shaft so she could hold onto the sides of the rack, relying solely on her lips to finish the job.
From what she could tell, Peter was close. Cindy noticed the way his face contorted to the escalating sensations. She’d seen that same look earlier when she fucked him on his desk. In terms of exercising dominance, it counted as progress.
“You’re about to come, aren’t you?” Cindy said, pressing the whip up to his chest. “Respond!”
“Yes…Mistress Moon,” Peter moaned.
“Then, what are you waiting for? Come, slave! Shoot your load down her throat!”
She then delivered a form strike to his torso. Whether by timing or luck, it gave him the final push he needed. With a labored gasp, Peter achieved his climax as his Mistress demanded.
“Ohhh fuck!” he exclaimed.
“Mmmfff!” Mary Jane moaned as well.
Leaving nothing to chance, Cindy used the whip to hold Mary Jane’s head in place, forcing her to deep-throat Peter’s cock as he ejaculated. His entire body shuddered under the weight of his release, the muscles his upper body and legs tensing as he released his load.
True to her Mistress’ command, Mary Jane sucked up every last drop. Her lips remained securely around her fellow slave’s cock as it throbbed inside her mouth, extracting every last drop of fluid. She lingered in that position until the entirety of Peter’s orgasm passed and even a little bit beyond that, if only to make sure she got it all.
When it was finally over, Cindy pulled the whip back to allow Mary Jane to cease her oral sex and catch her breath. She let out a ragged gasp, but remained on her knees, holding onto the slave rack. Still exercising her dominance, though, Cindy placed the tip of the whip under the redhead’s chin and made her look up at her.
“Open your mouth. Show me you got every last drop,” Cindy commanded.
Mary Jane did as requested, opening her mouth to reveal only a small bit of semen on her tongue. It must have been a pretty thick load, but she was an experienced whore. Cindy assumed she’d taken far more.
“That’s a good, slave whore,” she said. “You obeyed your Mistress. You may express your sentiments.”
“Thank you, Mistress Moon,” said Mary Jane, still gasping for breath. “It is a pleasure…to serve you.”
“And you’re not done,” Cindy told her, “not by a long shot. Since you were so obedient and resilient, though, I’m going to reward you. A good dominant rewards good submission, after all.”
It would’ve been funny if it weren’t so serious. Peter and Mary Jane didn’t crack a smile, though. Both remained breathless, obedient, and under her control. That didn’t stop Cindy from smiling, though. She wasn’t just enjoying the control she had over her submissive. She was having fun. The more she played the part of a dominatrix, the more she embraced it.
‘This new side of me…this kinky, dominating persona…I like it!’
A devious grin never leaving her face, she grabbed Mary Jane by the neck and forced back onto her feet. She then turned her away from Peter.
“This way, slave whore!” Cindy demanded. “You’re going to have a new role for the rest of this session. Is that understood?”
“I understand, Mistress Moon,” said Mary Jane with an obedient nod. “Please…tell me how I can serve you.”
“Oh hearing that out loud just makes me so hot!”
Her grin growing wider, she led Mary Jane across the dungeon to a special S&M swing that hung from the ceiling. Cindy had intended to use it at some point, but wasn’t sure how. Inspired by Peter and Mary Jane’s submission, she came up with a plan that was both appropriate and kinky.
Mary Jane offered no resistance or questions as Cindy picked her up by the waist and set her in the swing. Then, she retrieved some bondage rope from a nearby table and tied the voluptuous redhead’s wrists to the latches of the swing. She didn’t seem to mind being tied up. In fact, it seemed to make her horny. She figured Peter must use his webbing for more than crime-fighting.
“Legs up,” Cindy told her. “Spread ‘em nice and wide.”
Mary Jane wordlessly complied, parting her legs in a spread-eagle form, which fully exposed her pussy and left her completely supported by the swing. To further ensure her submission, Cindy retrieved more bonding rope to tie her legs to the supports so that her legs remained in place. It probably would’ve been uncomfortable, Mary Jane not been such an experienced whore.
“There!” said Cindy proudly. “All tied up and submissive. Are you comfortable, my little slave whore?”
“Yes, Mistress Moon,” Mary Jane replied weakly.
“Does it make you horny? Being naked, tied up, and with the taste of fresh cum in your mouth?”
“Yes,” she answered, “very much so.”
“Then, it must be frustrating, not being able to touch yourself right now. I can tell you want your pussy touched, fucked, and filled.”
As she said those words, Cindy skillfully trailed her fingers along Mary Jane’s wet folds. The heat and juices were obvious. She was one horny slut and for once, she couldn’t fulfill her desires. She was at the mercy of her Mistress and that further empowered Cindy, among other things.
“Ooh!” Mary Jane moaned under her touch.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Cindy said with a devious grin. “Don’t worry, though. I don’t intend to leave you unfulfilled. I am a tough, but fair mistress. Slave whores who fulfill their duties deserve mercy…to a point.”
Cindy playfully rubbed the voluptuous redhead’s swollen clit, causing Mary Jane to wince at the sensations it evoked. She watched as Mary Jane gazed up gazed at her with desperate eyes, pleading for whatever mercy she could spare. Even in her domineering position, Cindy was willing to afford some.
Looking over towards the nearby table again, she formulated a plan. In addition to the ropes, there was an impressive assortment of didoes, butt plugs, vibrators, and nipple clamps. Mary Jane had joked earlier that it was just a small part of the collection they had at the Hellfire Club. Cindy had plenty to choose from, but one item stood out among all others.
“Ah yes, this will do!” she said.
From the table, Cindy retrieved one of the fancier-looking sex toys from the collection. It was a mid-sized, highly-polished metal dildo with a specially-shaped stud on top to provide clitoral stimulation. Given the intricate, glossy feel of it, she quickly surmised it offered more than just ordinary stimulation. That just wouldn’t be true to the spirit of the Hellfire Club.
“A vibranium vibrator,” Cindy said, “a rare piece of kinky craftsmanship. Either it’s from an illegal arms dealer with too much free time or someone fucked a Wakandan noble to oblivion.”
Mary Jane’s submissive demeanor faltered for a brief moment, cracking a half-grin at her remark. That essentially gave away the truth. The Red Queen knew how to use that ass of hers to get what she wanted and then some. As a fair and just dominatrix, Cindy favored rewarding such hard work.
“Whatever the source, vibranium is supposed to have many unique properties,” said Cindy. “It’ll have to use all of them if you’re to remain docile for this next part.”
“I thank you for your mercy, Mistress,” said Mary Jane in a humble tone.
“Spare me your gratitude. You still have a role to play, slave whore. For now, you will play the part of an active observer!”
Before the voluptuous redhead could ask about that role, Cindy activated the vibrator and turned it up to its highest setting. She could already feel a strange heat radiating from the vibranium, hinting at its more exotic properties. Then, with Mary Jane watching on intently, Cindy inserted it into the bound woman’s vagina, making sure the stimulator was aligned with her clit.
To ensure it stayed in place, she formed some webbing in her hand and secured it to Mary Jane’s thighs. She couldn’t get it out if she wanted and if her reaction were any indication, she preferred it stay inside her.
“Oohhh yes!” she moaned.
“Spoken like a true slut,” Cindy said curtly. “That should keep you occupied. It’ll also give me all the time I need to take what I want.”
Leaving Mary Jane to writhe in sexual bliss, she turned back towards Peter, who remained tied to the salve rack and completely at her mercy. He’d since caught his breath. His dick had settled, but still dripped with the Red Queen’s saliva. Even in his daze, he saw what she did with Mary Jane.
He almost looked humored by the sight of his lover tied up, restrained, and being pleasured by a vibrainum dildo. In a few moments, though, he’d be envious of her.
“Take a good look at her, slave,” Cindy told him. “She’s getting off easy…literally. You, on the other hand, have a far greater responsibility.”
“For you, my Mistress…I’m happy to accept responsibility,” said Peter with an odd grin.
He almost sounded too eager. Not wanting to make it easy on him, Cindy stormed over to the slave rack and adjusted it so that it was flat. She then stood over Peter again, her breasts hovering right over his face with her eyes glaring down on him.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” she told him. “You’re going to be responsible for giving me my pleasure. It’s not just your responsibility. It’s your duty, as my slave!”
“I understand, Mistress Moon,” Peter replied, sounding meek once more.
“I don’t think you do,” Cindy scoffed. “You see, being in control has left me feeling bolder than I have in years. And when I’m feeling bold, I tend to get a little reckless. When I get reckless…well, you’re about to find out!”
She let Peter ponder that lurid idea for a moment while she prepared for the most ambitious part of her kinky plan. Moving with greater urgency, Cindy used a line of webbing to retrieve the table of sex toys that had been next to Mary Jane and set it next to the rack. She retrieved another from nearby, which included a different set of accessories that included candle wax, blindfolds, and ball gags.
There was a lot to choose from. Cindy had originally intended to only try a few, but playing the role of a dominatrix and exercising so much control left an even greater impact than she’d expected. Beyond just making her extra horny, it also awakened a kinky side that she didn’t know she had, but was already growing to love.
That side of her was on full display to Peter as she sifted through some of the accessories, including a few sets of nipple clamps, scented massage oils, and gags. She could already hear him breathing heavily, both out of anticipation and arousal.
“You have the look and demeanor of a strong, resilient man,” Cindy said to him. “I take it you’ve been on both sides of this table, literally and metaphorically. Confirm whether I’m right or wrong.”
“You are right, Mistress,” Peter answered.
“You know the unique undertones of pure submission, trusting your pleasure and your very well-being to another,” she went on. “When done right, it can be quite exhilarating.”
Cindy briefly turned back towards Mary Jane, just in time to see her achieve orgasm. The vibranium vibrator was doing its job, briefly filling the dungeon with her blissful cries. It was a verbal testament to the power of submission, but that power went even further.
“Given how well she’s taken to this, I’m assuming you understand the overtones of dominance as well,” Cindy said. “Chances are, you’ve tied that whore up in ways far more secure than I have and overwhelmed her with every ounce of your lust.”
“You are right again, Mistress,” he said.
“And I’m sure you enjoyed it. How could you not? You had total control over your pleasure and hers. I’m sure that gave you a rush. I promise you though…that was nothing compared to what I’m feeling right now!”
There was an intensity in her voice, one that echoed with authority and lust. Peter might have appreciated the act of dominating his lover as much as any guy, but she doubted that it made him feel what she felt coursing through her at the moment.
Just being in control of her life once more had been liberating enough. Being so in control that she could dictate when, how, and what form their pleasure would manifest took it to another level. It was uncharted territory for Cindy and she intended to push it to the utmost.
Fueled by that feeling, she set aside the nipple clamps and retrieved an extra-large bottle of strawberry-flavored massage oil. She then got up on the slave rack with Peter, standing over him so that she looked like a titan towering over him like a skyscraper.
“This control I now have…this feeling it gives me…it’s more powerful to me than it can ever be to you,” Cindy said sternly. “And I intend to fully use it for my own personal pleasure. Play your part as a well-behaved submissive and you’ll get yours as well!”
Following her escalating power trip, Cindy popped open the bottle of massage oil and messily poured it all over Peter’s naked body. She wasn’t careful or targeted either. She just dumped the whole thing on him, as though it were cheap city water. For all she knew, that brand of massage oil cost hundreds and had to be imported from Milan. She didn’t care, though. She was in control.
“You’re going to do what I say, say what I want, and even smell like I want you to smell,” Cindy said with naughty playfulness. “Tell me you understand that.”
“I understand,” Peter said without hesitation.
“Tell me you want it!”
“I want it, Mistress Moon.”
“Tell me how much you want it, slave!”
“I really…really want it. I want it so fucking bad. I want nothing more than to serve you, my Mistress.”
He sounded so serious. It also showed in his dick, which began to stiffen up again. His superhuman biology was already hard at work. Grinning intently, Cindy had every intention of maximizing it.
After emptying the last drop of massage oil on him, Cindy stepped down from the rack. Now, Peter’s whole body dripped with the oil, his muscles glistening under the dungeon-themed lighting. It was a very erotic sight for any heterosexual woman and it was hers to enjoy. Licking her lips intently, she reached over with her gloved hand and grasped Peter’s cock.
“Get hard again,” Cindy commanded, “and get hard fast!”
He let out a slight groan under her grip, still somewhat sensitive after his earlier release. That didn’t stop him from getting erect again with minimal effort on her part. Thanks to the massage oil, his cock slithered smoothly in her hand, evoking in him the necessary arousal. For what she had in store for him, though, he couldn’t just rely on his superhuman stamina.
“That’s a good slave,” she told him, “but for you, I’ll need a little something extra.”
With one hand still gripping his cock, Cindy retrieved another item from the nearby table. It was a fancy cock-ring with a clitoral stimulator on both ends. Knowing Mary Jane, she probably had it hand-crafted and imported from Madripoor. Trusting the Red Queen’s procurement skills, she got Peter as erect as possible before securing the ring over the base of his cock.
“There!” said Cindy. “Hard, thick, and ready for your Mistress.”
“Hnn…hard,” said Peter, groaning slightly at the extra tightness around his penis.
“Silence!” she spat, giving his torso a light swat. “You will respect your Mistress’ dominance. I’ll make sure of it.”
Having shown his first sign of disobedience, Cindy was swift with her recourse. Before he could voice any further protest, she grabbed a ball gag from the other table and shoved it into his mouth. Peter offered little resistance as she secured it. He still seemed somewhat surprised with how she handled her newfound control. She’d surprised herself, as well, and had every intention of pushing it even farther.
His dick now confined and his voice silenced, Peter Parker was as submissive as any man could get. For Cindy, the inherent attraction they had due to their spider sense was no longer a factor. At that moment, her desire for him came directly from her control over him.
“My slave…my will…my pleasure,” Cindy said. “It’s time!”
The time for theatric was over. She now wanted sex. Specifically, she wanted her kind of sex and all the elaborate kinks that came with it.
Cindy swiftly slipped out of her panties, but left her stiletto boots and corset on. She also took off her gloves with her teeth, wanting to feel the flesh of her bound slave. Her pussy was so wet and hot, aching for more than just simple stimulation. She needed something so much greater.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” Cindy told him. “I’m going to ride your cock as long and as hard as I want. And you’re going to take it! Understand?”
“Mmf!” Peter replied through the gag.
He couldn’t get out much, but he sounded desperate, as though he’d embraced the responsibility of pleasuring his mistress. Knowing that was a big a deal to him, she assumed he was sufficiently motivated.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” she said with a humored grin. “What say you, salve whore?”
“Ohhh yes!” Mary Jane cried out, sounding close to another orgasm, due to the vibrator.
Cindy laughed to herself, proud of how much she’d exerted such dominance over Peter and Mary Jane. Their submission was her power. Now, that power was about to become her ecstasy.
Exercising that power and the intense lust fueling it, Cindy got up on the slave rack again and mounted her bound submissive. She placed both feet firmly at his side, aligning the tip of his erect cock with the wet opening of her pussy. She could already feel his member throbbing, due to the cock ring. It was so hard and rigid, his desire for her flesh now hers to control.
With no further hindrances and no more obstacles to her domination, Cindy grasped his waist with one hand and guided Peter’s cock into her with the other. As soon as she felt the tip enter her folds, she slammed her hips down against his, driving his manhood up into her womanly depths. Raw, empowering sensations follow.
“Ohhh fuck!” Cindy exclaimed. “You feel that, slave? You feel that hot, tight pussy around your cock?”
“Mmf! Mmf!” Peter replied, clear traces of bliss echoing through his muffled moans.
Her penetrating gaze narrowed on him and she shot him a lurid grin. Then, with both hands now firmly on her waist, she began riding his cock. She didn’t hold back, either. It was nothing like the first time they had sex. Cindy was rough, direct, and demanding with their sex.
With every motion of her hips, she roughly drove her hips downward, her pelvis smacking against his in a clash of naked flesh. It quickly filled the dungeon with decadent, blissful noises and Cindy made the most noise.
“Yes! Oh yes! Fuck yes! Fuck you! Oohhh fuck!” she exclaimed, unfiltered and unrestrained.
It was so vulgar and crude. Cindy hadn’t used that much profanity in her life. That vulgar outburst came from a woman experiencing something she’d never experienced before…something intense, intoxicating, and overwhelming. It didn’t just flood her body with a steady onslaught of sexual sensations. It sent her into a new state of mind, one where she felt strong and powerful.
Gazing down at Peter, she felt his body writhe under her, moving only in reaction to her dominating movements. His fists clenched, his legs tensed, and his lower body shifted in accord with the fervent rhythm. Every time her pussy slithered along his cock, his face contorted to the feeling that followed. Moans and gasps echoed through the gag, reflecting his pleasure and his submission.
Both their ecstasy was contingent upon how she wielded her dominance. Cindy might have been new to it, but she handled her authority so well. With each gyration of her hips, she wielded it with greater skill. As she rode his dick, she made sure that every time she drove it up into her, the clitoral stimulators on the cock ring made contact with her. That further supplemented the feelings, maximizing the efficacy of each movement.
It was so effective that it rocked the slave rack. That didn’t go unnoticed by Mary Jane, who had a perfect view of their sex from the sex swing. She was still bound and at the mercy of the vibranium dildo lodged in her pussy, but even Red Queen couldn’t deny her prowess.
“Mistress Moon…so strong and dominant,” Mary Jane said through her orgasmic daze.
“Fuck yeah!” Cindy exclaimed. “And don’t you fucking forget it!”
Encouraged by the beautiful redhead’s remarks, Cindy stepped up her efforts. For a while, she leaned back a bit, giving Peter a nice view of her breasts as they bounced in accord with each motion. Then, as the sensations escalated, she leaned forward a bit, raking her fingers and nails over his chest, leaving a few marks along the way as she made a hard push for her climax.
It was fast approaching, much more so than she’d expected. Even her first encounter with Peter or her private moments with Hector hadn’t been that effective in taking her to the brink. Being a kinky dominatrix proved even more potent than she’d thought.
“Look at me, slave! Look…at me!” she demanded, leaning over so that her breasts pressed against his chest.
“Mmm,” was all Peter got out.
“I’m going to come. That’s right! Your mistress…is going to…come,” Cindy said intently. “I’m going to come all over you dick…and I’m going to fucking love it!”
“Mmm!”
He almost sounded eager, as though her pleasure were his, by extension. He was even better submissive than she’d thought. Mary Jane had conditioned him well.
Never once diverting her gaze, Cindy grabbed Peter by the neck and worked her hips even harder. The smacking sound of their flesh repeatedly colliding grew louder, matching her increasingly-determined moans. It was like being in a battle with Morlun, a powerful struggle with lower stakes and a much greater reward. Just as she’d done during their previous battle, she achieved what she so desperately craved.
“OHHHH FUCK YES!”
When the feeling hit, it was like a tsunami of pleasure hitting her from multiple directions. In one last overpowering motion, she drove her hips downward, getting Peter’s cock up into her as much as possible. Then, as she clung to his neck, she felt her inner muscles contract around his cock in an intense orgasmic release.
Her body shuddered, nearly every muscle in her lower body tensed. Hot waves of pleasure erupted from her core, enveloping her in a pool of bliss that was both invigorating and power. It was an intense orgasm, not unlike those she’d enjoyed with Selene’s perverse manifestation of Hector. What made the feeling more meaningful was that it hadn’t been given to her out. She seized it for herself.
‘This feeling…this pleasure…is mine.’
That simple notion, the idea of her owning a feeling that she fully controlled and had to conjure for herself, proved more satisfying than ordinary sex. It was both pleasurable and therapeutic, so much so that it might give her a full-fledged fetish for domination. Only in a place like the Hellfire Club could such an emerging kink feel so right.
She let go of Peter’s neck and lingered in the feeling, her face hovering inches from his. He was still so submissive, but he definitely noticed the greater impact of her orgasm. If he weren’t gagged, he’d probably crack a joke about how well she’d taken to dominating a man. That was probably for the best because Cindy wasn’t ready to come down from the feeling.
“That…was an act worthy of a powerful mistress,” she said, “one only possible with the aid of a responsible submissive.”
“Mmmhmm,” said Peter through the gag, dazed and amazed by her poise.
“Responsibility and effective domination go hand-in-hand,” Cindy went on, still drunk on orgasmic bliss. “To just dominate someone is crude and messy. To make them want to be dominated, though…that’s something far more powerful.”
Those weren’t entirely her words. She’d heard Selene Gallio echo that sentiment, albeit with different words and within a far less playful context. Cindy couldn’t undo what she and Ezekiel did to her all those years. At the very least, she could channel it into something else…something sexy, intimate, and enjoyable.
Having settled from her orgasm, Cindy rose up off Peter’s cock, which was now coated in her juices. He was still hard, thanks to the cock ring and the fact he hadn’t climaxed. Like a good submissive, she prioritized his mistress’ pleasure over his. Unlike Selene’s brand of domination, Cindy intended to reward that.
Still hovering over Peter, her knees now resting at his sides, Cindy retrieved a cup of hot candle wax that had been burning since before she took off her thong. When she held it up to Peter, she could see his face light up like a kid.
“I’ve seen what happens when someone dominates others through brute force. It’s not a pleasant sight,” she said, holding the melted wax up over his face. “Lucky for you, my willing submissive, I don’t seek that kind of domination. I want you to want this…to crave my brand domination.”
Cindy then held the cup of wax over his chest. She could feel him getting more excited by the second. She even felt his still-erect dick throb and rub up against her butt. Mary Jane had told her that Peter loved having hot wax poured onto his naked skin. It was one of his favorite kinks. The redhead even speculated that it made sense, given how much pain and guilt had affected his life. She’d claimed some of the most passionate sex they ever had was thanks to melted candle wax.
With that in mind, Cindy carefully held the cup of melted wax up over the center of his chest and carefully poured it onto him. His reaction was both immediate and intense.
“Mmmmm!” Peter exclaimed through the gag with surprising enthusiasm.
“You like that, don’t you?” said Cindy curtly.
“Oh yeah. He likes that…a lot!” said Mary Jane from the sex swing, the vibranium vibrator still inside her.
Licking her lips playfully, Cindy slowly poured out the rest of the wax over Peter’s exposed flesh, making sure every drop ended up on him. As the wax flowed over the sinews of his body, rapidly hardening in the process, she shuddered with excitement. Given how hot the wax was, there had to have hurt to some extent. Whatever the psychological factors might have been at work proved far more potent, though.
“You’re going to want me even more now,” Cindy proclaimed. “You’re going to crave more than you’ve ever craved anything before!”
“Mmhmm!” Peter replied, now drooling through the gag.
By the time the last drop of wax fell upon his chest, a good portion of his upper body was covered in hardened wax. As the substance clung to his skin, his manhood throbbed with greater intent. He wasn’t just aroused. He was excited to be under her domination.
Grinning at her accomplishment, Cindy couldn’t help but share that excitement. That feeling quickly morphed into more arousal. Her pussy was still throbbing from her first orgasm, but she already craved another. With her submissive every bit as eager, she prepared for the next round of domination.
“I’m going to ride your cock again,” she told him. “This time, I’m going to look your lover in the eye and you’re going to admire my perky ass while I do it. Tell me you want that!”
“Mmf!” said Peter with an eager nod.
“You’re also going to come this time,” Cindy added, “and my pussy is going to milk you for every last drop. You’ll serve your mistress while vindicating your submission. Such are the fruits of true domination!”
Peter kept nodding eagerly, muffled moans echoing from the gag. He looked so eager for her pussy that he was ready to burst. She hadn’t seen a man that excited since her brother got his first laptop for Christmas. He impressed her with his ability to submit, but Cindy impressed herself even more with her ability to dominate.
Fueled and emboldened like never before, she shifted her body so that she faced away from Peter and towards the still-bound Mary Jane Watson. Still on her knees, her hips slightly elevated over Peter’s dick, she grasped the base of his cock to align it with her pussy again. As she prepared herself for more sex, her gaze narrowed on the Red Queen.
“Don’t you dare close your eyes or look away, slave whore,” Cindy told her. “You’re going to watch me fuck this submissive stud and you’re going to like it! Is that clear?”
“Yes, Mistress Moon,” said Mary Jane, still panting from the constant stimulation of the vibrator. “I promise…I won’t miss a moment.”
She almost sounded as eager as Peter. Then again, Peter told her that Mary Jane seemed to have a strange fetish of her own, one that involved watching superheroes get rewarded for their heroism. Whether it was her making love to Peter or helping one of the Avenger get laid, their pleasure became hers. That ensured everyone would be satisfied.
With the tip of Peter’s cock now rubbing against the outer folds of her pussy, Cindy drove her hips downward in a hard motion, pushing his rigid length up into her depths again. The penetration was even smoother than before, his member sliding effortlessly into her folds. A fresh flood of sensations shot through her. From there, Cindy began riding him again.
“Yes!” she moaned. “He’s inside me again. My obedient, submissive slave…so deep inside me!”
“I hope…you’re enjoying it, Mistress,” said Mary Jane.
“It does!” Cindy exclaimed. “It feels…fucking…amazing!”
Just as before, she unleashed a string of loud moans and profane words. Cindy didn’t surprise herself as much as before. She figured it was part of her new kink. She loved playing the part of a sex-crazed dominatrix and she loved being vocal about it. That was part of her persona now and she embraced it.
‘I love this. I need this. The sex, the pleasure, the power…it gives me a strength I didn’t know I had…a strength I’ll need moving forward.’
With that persona and the strength that came with it, Cindy rode Peter’s cock with a fervor that only a natural dominatrix could match. She was as through as before, skillfully gyrating her hips and working her pussy along his length. Every time she plunged down unto his member, she made sure her pelvis collided with his to make that distinct smacking sound of naked flesh. That intoxicating sound supplemented her moans and grunts.
“Yes! Oh yes! Fuck yes! Ohhh fucking yes!” Cindy exclaimed, not censoring the breadth of her lust.
Through such heated exertion, Cindy’s gaze remained locked with Mary Jane’s. By now, she’d probably had multiple orgasms, thanks to that vibranium vibrator still lodged in her vagina. It looked like it had become somewhat looser, most likely due to her juices and sweat degrading her webbing. She still had the look of a bound woman, at the mercy of pleasure and her dominating Mistress. It added powerful imagery to a powerful spectacle.
As Cindy rode Peter’s dick and took in Mary Jane’s reaction, the hot sensations of their sex escalated. With one hand holding onto Peter’s thigh and the other rubbing her clit, it didn’t take long for those sensations to intensify. She was already well on her way to another orgasm. In her excited, dominate state, it approach faster than she thought possible.
Unlike before, though, Peter was close as well. She could feel it in the way his dick throbbed inside her pussy. Thanks to the cock ring, it throbbed so hard that she could feel the veins and contours of his member slithering within her inner folds. She could also hear his moans getting louder through the gag. He was so close, but she sensed he still needed a push from his mistress.
“Mmf! Mmf! Mmmf!” Peter moaned, his body shifting more with each motion.
“You hear that, slave whore?” said Cindy. “He’s ready to come! And so am I!”
“I hear him, Mistress Moon,” said Mary Jane.
“Then it’s time! Come, slave!” she commanded. “Come with your Mistress!”
“Mmmhmmm!”
With almost supernatural timing – or possibly due to the connection from their spider sense, but that wouldn’t have been as sexy – she and Peter came. Being the dominant, she went first. Just as before, her pussy throbbed around his dick, squeezing it with her hot flesh. As intense surges of pleasure coursed through her body, she arched her back and squeezed her exposed breasts, even pinching her nipples in an erotic display.
That display was quite a sight for Mary Jane, but lost on Peter, who climaxed shortly after. Cindy felt his dick tense hard inside her before releasing a fresh stream of cum into her depths. It probably wasn’t as much as his first, but if the way his body shuddered were any indication, it was much more intense.
“A good slave…a good mistress…coming together,” Mary Jane said. “What a beautiful sight.”
Cindy heard that remark, but didn’t care to respond. She just focused on soaking up the pleasure, the control, and the overall experience. It was, after all, one that she had controlled from start-to-finish. That helped make it both rewarding and satisfying.
For every blissful second of ecstasy, Cindy panted heavily as the hot sensations rippled through her body. Muscles throughout her lower body tensed and contracted, her control, lust, and strength taking on a tangible form. The feeling of Peter’s manly fluids mixing with her feminine juices made it that much more tangible. Like touching the strength and controls she sought, Cindy had completed the last leg of an arduous journey.
“You’ve done it, my submissive slaves. You have satisfied your Mistress!” she said.
“It was our pleasure…literally,” said Mary Jane.
It was a crude joke, one Peter would’ve probably made had he not been gagged. Cindy laughed anyway as she lingered for a bit longer before rising up off his cock and getting off the slave table. With a satisfied sigh, she finally came down from the overwhelming rush. After such an intense experience, she needed to catch her breath. She also needed to find time to untie Peter and Mary Jane.
Then, much to her chagrin, Peter freed his hands from the restraints on the table, easily tearing through the robes that she thought she’d secured. He even undid the ball gag with relative ease, casually tossing it aside. Mary Jane did the same, easily freeing her hands from the sex swing and removing the vibranium vibrator from her pussy. They were almost casual about it.
“Wow! That turned out even better than I thought,” he said as he adjusted his jaw.
“I’ll say! You’re a natural dominatrix, Cindy,” added Mary Jane as she wiped the webbing away from her inner thighs. “Even by Hellfire Club standards, you’ve got a real knack for kink.”
“Are you about to offer her a job?” teased Peter as he took off his cock ring. “Is a talented dominatrix really that hard to find in New York City?”
“You’d be surprised, Tiger.”
If Cindy weren’t still dazed from a multi-orgasmic experience, she would’ve been confused. Instead, she laughed to herself while Peter and Mary Jane undid the rest of their restraints.
“Wait…you guys could’ve freed yourself this whole time?” she asked.
“Hey, it’s not like we used adamantium chains or something,” said Peter.
“And when you do as much bondage as us, you kind of have to know all the tricks and what not,” said Mary Jane. “Ideally, they’re not necessary.”
“And this was as ideal as we could’ve hoped for,” said Peter with a wide grin.
Cindy laughed again and shook her head in bemusement. They laughed as well, every bit as amused by her reaction. The idea that they – a couple who swapped lovers, hung out with other superheroes, and lived in a high-end sex club – knew how to free themselves from a bondage act almost made too much sense.
Once completely freed from their confines, Mary Jane walked over to Peter and pulled him into an affectionate embrace. She playfully traced her hand over the hardened wax on his chest as well, which Peter didn’t seem to mind. The two nude lovers looked as content as any kinky couple could be. They had built such an amazing, albeit unusual, life together. She still had a lot of catching up to do and that started with finding her family.
“You guys…I have a feeling I’ll be saying this a lot from here on out, but thank you,” said Cindy, no longer with the poise of a dominatrix. “You’ve done so much for me…more so than I ever could’ve hoped.”
“You mean you weren’t hoping to take down Ezekiel, beat Morlun, and have all sorts of crazy sex?” Mary Jane teased. “You’ve got raise your standards, Cindy.”
“And we’re going to keep helping you,” added Peter. “That spider bit us. We’re responsible for what we do with that. That still doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun along the way.”
“No, it doesn’t,” said Cindy with a confident grin. “After all these years, I’m freer, stronger, and even sexier than I’ve ever been. Now that I’m finally in control again, I intend to use it!”
THE END
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