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The Erotic Phoenix Saga: Intimate Alliance
Chapter 9: Test Subject Part 1
New York City – Apartment of Peter Parker and Mary Jane Watson
Everyone had their own idea on how to be a good wife. Since she got married, many friends and loved ones eagerly shared those ideas with Mary Jane Watson, not knowing that their ideas, no matter how good they might have been, just didn’t apply.
That was because she was the wife of a superhero. She was the wife of Spider-Man, the wall-crawling vigilante that the Daily Bugle went out of its way to smear at least twice a week. She knew that by marrying Peter Parker, she would be marrying Spider-Man as well. She also knew that there was no comprehensive guide to being the wife of a superhero. Both she and Peter had to figure it out as they went along, which often invited unique challenges.
“You need to quit worrying, Aunt Anna. Peter and I will be fine,” Mary Jane said into the phone while putting away groceries. “We’ve got enough money from our wedding to tide us over for the next six months.”
“But are you sure that’s enough?” asked her worried Aunt on the other line. “You’re gambling with your future, Mary Jane. You had a good thing going as a supermodel. I’m almost certain you had a better credit score too.”
“Peter’s credit isn’t that bad,” said Mary Jane, rolling her eyes as she closed the refrigerator.
“Mary Jane, his credit card got rejected at the rehearsal dinner, for crying out loud.”
“I thought that was funny,” she snickered.
Mary Jane heard her Aunt Anna groan over the phone. That happened frequently whenever they talked about her and Peter’s financial situation. She let her fume while she put away the rest of the groceries she’d bought earlier that day. She’d learned to deal with such issues, but that didn’t make it less relevant. It was also the most common issue that came up with her and Peter.
Peter warned her before they got married that she wasn’t marrying a billionaire. Being a superhero on the side was hard enough, but it was even harder when it came to gainful employment. He’d struggled to find a well-paying job since high school. Being a photographer and a teacher was honest money, but web-slinging on the side brought additional costs to the mix.
On top of that, Mary Jane had decided to go through a career change after getting married. She’d made decent money as a supermodel. In fact, that income helped pay for a good chunk of their wedding and their honeymoon. However, she knew from day one that being a supermodel was a temporary gig. Few women could hope to make a lifelong career out of it. She went into it knowing it was a steppingstone to something else.
She had a good idea of what she wanted to do once she left the business. Marrying Peter Parker had been a critical step in moving from one part of her life to the next. She was excited about that step, but taking it required resources that were in scarce supply.
“It’s no laughing matter,” her aunt told her. “Now granted, Peter is a marked improvement over some of the other men you’ve dated.”
“You can say it, Aunt Anna. He’s nothing like my father.”
“That doesn’t change the fact that he’s a freelance photographer and a chemistry teacher, two careers that hardly complement your ambitions.”
“They don’t hinder them, either. And Peter supports me. He’s doing everything I could ask of a good husband while I transition from supermodel to actress.”
“I get that this is your dream, Mary Jane. I even get your husband – a man whose dependability I still question – is eager to support you. I just worry that you’re not seeing the challenges before you. The desire may be there, but are the opportunities there as well? And has marrying Peter Parker done anything to create new opportunities?”
Those were not unreasonable questions. Mary Jane couldn’t laugh them off, either. Opportunities seemed to be the biggest asset that she and Peter lacked. Peter often called it “Parker luck,” but the issue predated their relationship and promised to complicate it even more if it continued.
Growing up, she had so much going for her. She had the personality, body, social skills, and charisma to go farther than most. It helped her get modeling gigs. It also made her the perfect party girl for years. However, no matter what she did, she never seemed to get a break. She never came across those special opportunities that everyone needed to build a bigger career.
Whether she was a supermodel or a masked vigilante, her skills and drive could only take her so far. At some point, she needed an opportunity, but they never seemed within reach. While others, like her Aunt Anna, liked to cast blame on others, she knew the truth.
“Aunt Anna…I love Peter. I love him with all my heart and I don’t regret marrying him,” she said, still standing in her kitchen.
“I’m not questioning that, Mary Jane,” her aunt said defensively. “I just…”
“I know you’re concerned. I know you think I married below my potential. A lot of people have told me that since our wedding, but those are all people who don’t know Peter like I do. They don’t appreciate the kind of man he is. And I believe that I’m better with him than I could ever be on my own or with anyone else.”
“But Mary Jane…” her Aunt Anna began, her voice sounding more anxious.
“We’ll figure it out,” Mary Jane said, stopping her before she could start again. “Those opportunities will come. I believe that and so does Peter. But in the meantime, I’m going to prepare for a nice, quiet evening with my husband.”
There was silence over the line. She could hear her Aunt Anna groaning again. She remained unconvinced. Mary Jane didn’t expect to convince her. She had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time they had this conversation.
“Just be careful, Mary Jane. I’ll talk to you later,” her Aunt Anna said.
“I’m sure we will,” said the redhead with a sigh.
Mary Jane hung up and set aside the phone. Still standing in the small kitchen of her and Peter’s mid-sized apartment, she shook her head and sighed. Her life had been complicated before she started dating a superhero. It was probably going to get harder before it got easier, but she and Peter promised one another that they would help each other endure.
She believed in him. He believed in her. It was just a matter of working together and seizing the next opportunity that came their way.
“And just like that, I wish I’d bought an extra pint of ice cream,” she sighed. “Peter, I hope you don’t get roughed up tonight. Because I’m going to need your love more than usual.”
Feeling restless, she set aside the rest of her things and made her way to the bedroom to change into something more comfortable. She’d originally planned on making a few phone calls to inquire about roles or jobs at local theaters. She decided she was in no state to sell herself as an aspiring actress. The sun had just set and she was content to lounge on the couch until Peter got home, preferably without any fresh bruises.
She stretched her limbs as she opened the door to her and Peter’s shared bedroom. Then, much to her surprise, she saw that someone was already there. It looked like Peter in his Spider-Man costume. He was just standing over in the corner, looking into the mirror next to their closet.
“Peter? You’re home early,” Mary Jane greeted. “I thought you had a class to teach this afternoon.”
He didn’t respond. He didn’t even react to her presence. He just stood there like a statue, looking at his reflection. Concerned, Mary Jane approached him.
In doing so, she also noticed something else. He wasn’t wearing his usual red-and-blue Spider-Man costume. He was wearing the all-black costume he’d worn for a while. She remembered him telling her the story about that suit, although he admitted he left out a few details. It made her more cautious when she approached him.
“You haven’t said a word or made a clever quip in a full five seconds,” she said in a more suspicious tone. “Either something went horribly wrong or you’re not Peter.”
“Smart girl, but you’re only half-right,” came an unexpected female voice from behind.
At that moment, Mary Jane sensed someone in their bathroom. She immediately turned around to confront them, but before she could, the figure she thought had been Peter jumped out in front of with agility that perfectly mirrored Spider-Man. She was prepared to fight him off.
Then, he held up his hand and a series of blackish ooze formed in his palm. With a simple gesture, he shot it at her and it hit her right in the arm where. However, instead of impacting, it was absorbed into her skin.
“Aahhh!” Mary Jane exclaimed. “What the hell was…”
That was all she got out before a strange new feeling came over her. It began with her thoughts becoming spacy and incoherent. It was like someone had flooded her brain with relaxing, feel-good chemicals that rendered her too dazed to fight back. It left her feeling dizzy and woozy.
The feeling then extended to her body where it only intensified. It was like someone had wrapped a warm, wet blanket around every inch of her skin. Every muscle became more relaxed and nerve became more sensitive. The effects were especially intense between her legs. Her inner thighs became so moist with sexual arousal that she almost lost her balance. It was like someone had reached into her body, activated her sex drive, and overloaded the system.
It was overwhelming. It even felt good. However, she was still coherent enough to recognize that something was very wrong. Looking at the Spider-Man figure in front of her, she managed to realize one critical detail.
“You’re not Peter…or Spider-Man,” Mary Jane said to the figure, her voice already slurred from the feeling.
“Right on both counts,” said the same voice from earlier. “You’re smarter than you look. That’s encouraging. Let’s hope your husband is just as smart.”
Mary Jane, now hugging her shoulders and trying to stay upright, looked over towards the bathroom. From it, a redheaded woman dressed black leather attire emerged. Mary Jane didn’t recognize her. She didn’t appear to be one of Spider-Man’s enemies, either. However, she still sensed that she was a problem.
“Who…who are you?” Mary Jane asked.
“Nobody you’ll remember,” the woman replied with a devious grin. “I am here because I’m about to conduct a test, of sorts…one that will hopefully yield some useful resources in pursuing a greater purpose. And as it just so happens, you and your husband have been chosen as test subjects.”
“We’re not interested,” said Mary Jane, trying to be defiant, even as her body and mind betrayed her.
“You say that now, but I think you’ll change your mind soon,” the woman said, “and it’s not because I’m going to kidnap you and force you to. I am not another one of your husband’s juvenile adversaries. I’m someone who prefers subjects who want to help me.”
“You really think…we’ll help you?” retorted Mary Jane.
“Oh I know you will and not just because you were hit with a pheromone-laden symbiote spore,” she laughed. “It’s because you’re going to willingly come with me. You’re going to willingly call your husband. And we’re going to have a test that’ll either serve a greater purpose or drive you mad!”
Madripoor – Dr. Miles Warren’s Lab
“Wrong! This feels…so wrong!” said the weak, dazed voices of Eddie Brock and Venom. “I…we…cannot do this.”
“You can and you will!” said an excited Jackal as he eagerly took in a fresh stream of data. “Wrong or not, this is actually working! Between the Nathanial Essex’s technology and the Hellfire Club’s resources, I can finally do it. I can finally perfect my cloning technology.”
Venom kept wailing and groaning in discomfort, sounding nothing like the menacing force he’d once been. Hovering in a bio tank, tubes and needles going into him from every angle, he looked downright sick. He was no longer a hulking, imposing creature covered in muscle and snarling with predatory malice. He was an emaciated shadow of his former self and it showed in Eddie too, who was so weakened by the process that he looked like he’d been starved for a week.
It was ironic because he’d volunteered to return to Madripoor with the Goblin Queen. He came with them with the promise that they would help him get revenge on his former host, Peter Parker. He was even eager to help, offering samples of his symbiote, which the Jackal required for his research. When Jackal demanded more than just a sample, Venom grew more reluctant. By then, it was too late.
As bad as it was for him, the experiments still yielded results. Daken, Mystique, and Carnage had a front row seat to witnessing those results. While Carnage often ran off to run errands for the Goblin Queen – errands that, they assumed, involved murder and torture – Daken and Mystique remained passive observers. Having become hopelessly trapped by their desire to help the Goblin Queen, they could barely muster a reaction to what they saw.
“No more lengthy growing cycles. No artificial aging and maturation processes, either,” Jackal continued as he looked over a data screen. “With a simple spore, packed with all the necessary genetic and cognitive data, I can now grow clones as easy as a farmer grows corn. It’s beautifully efficient, wouldn’t you say?”
As if to show off his new feats, Jackal activated one of the large metal tanks located next to Venom. The components on the side lit up. It then let out a series of hissing noises. Finally, after only a few minutes of processing, a small basketball-sized spore that resembled the Venom symbiote popped out from an extruder.
Seconds after hitting the floor, it came to life, shifting and contorting itself, as though following a set of built-in instructions. It soon took the shape of a humanoid figure that resembled Venom, but wasn’t nearly as tall or muscular. Venom remarked that it looked just like Spider-Man when he was the host for the symbiote. However, it had no host. It was almost entirely composed of symbiote flesh, but it was the non-symbiote components that got both Jackal and the Goblin Queen so excited.
“Just look at it,” said Jackal as he marveled at his latest creation, “a fully figured being, part symbiote and part man, courtesy of the samples provided by Eddie and our resident shape-shifter.”
“I’d say your welcome, but I doubt you care for gratitude,” said Mystique.
“Genetically, he’s a clone,” he went on, barely acknowledging Mystique’s presence. “He is born from Venom’s alien biology, Eddie’s human biology, and Mystique’s mutant biology. On a more technical level, he’s a drone in the mold of a worker bee. He has no sense of self, but he has the necessary cognitive abilities to act, react, and coordinate. It’s a marvel of biological engineering!”
“I still don’t get how they’re more useful than those Goblin Studs, as the queen calls them,” said Daken.
“That’s because you can’t see the fine genetic print, as I do,” said Jackal. “Those creatures were nothing more than trained dogs who can only do a single trick. These creatures – these Venom Husks, as I call them – can be programmed to do so much more. They can attack and fight, complete with all the abilities of Spider-Man and Venom. They can labor and serve with perfect obedience, carrying out more complex tasks than any trained minion.”
“I’m sure that’s code for more coordinated gangbangs,” Mystique said under her breath.
“They can literally be anything or anyone we please!” said Jackal. “Perhaps, even my beloved Gwen.”
Mystique rolled her eyes while Daken looked at the newly created creature with indifference. That name always came up whenever Jackal talked for more than five minutes. It was his primary motivation for joining the Goblin Queen. She promised him the opportunity to create the perfect clone of Gwen Stacy, the woman he loved, but had died at the hands of the Green Goblin.
His obsession over that woman was nauseating, even by the lofty standards of the Goblin Queen. Ever since arriving at Madripoor, he barely left the lab that she’d created for him. It had all the equipment that she’d salvaged from the lab of Nathanial Essex, the man she said was responsible for her creation. Had Daken not already lost his soul to that woman, he wished he could find that man’s grave, just so he could spit on it.
At the very least, Jackal’s creations would make their jobs easier. There was only so much the Goblin Queen could do with the Goblin Studs and the cheap slave labor that the Hellfire Club employed. Her ambitions needed manpower, but only the kind she could control to the same excessive degree she craved for everything. These Venom Husks were perfect for such a task, although creating them caused Venom a great deal of discomfort.
“Stretched…broken…twisted beyond recognition,” Venom and Eddie said in their dazed state.
“Quit your whining,” said the Jackal, indifferent to his suffering. “Cloning your flesh was bound to be strenuous. It was bound to have side-effects…although I did not expect them to be so pronounced.”
“We are not…what we once were. We can never be…what we once were.”
“You’ll still get what you want,” Jackal said, rolling his eyes. “You’ll be the one who inflicts the perfect punishment on Spider-Man and Peter Parker. Don’t act that is lost on either of you.”
“Spider-Man…Peter Parker…hate so much,” they groaned.
“And you’ll be done with them soon. Just don’t jump the gun and kill them on the spot. I still need more data. Creating preprogrammed clones is one thing. Creating a perfect clone – complete with memories, agency, and an ability love – that takes more. And now that I’m so close, I can almost taste Gwen’s sweet lips!”
“I wish I gave more of a damn so I could properly throw up,” said Mystique.
“Consider yourself lucky,” said Daken. “He just used your DNA samples for the process. Extracting my pheromone abilities was more…uncomfortable.”
“Are you expecting sympathy from me?” Mystique scoffed.
“Not at all. Just trying to keep things in perspective.”
Mystique just rolled her eyes and shook her head, showing even more indifference as the latest Husk matured. Seeing it take shape seemed to genuinely excite the Jackal in a way that hardly seemed sane. It was creepy, even by the lofty standards for a man obsessed with a dead girl who turned himself into a monster.
Sanity didn’t seem to matter when it came to serving the Goblin Queen. If anything, it was a hindrance. When Jackal approached the Venom Husk now standing near the extruder, he grinned proudly, like a parent having just watched a child come of age. The systems containing Venom were still gathering data, but he seemed pleased with the results.
“All cellular, physiological, and cognitive configurations appear stable,” Jackal said. “The inclusion of pheromone glands proved tricky, but it’s nothing a little extra engineering couldn’t solve.”
“Still…hurts…so much,” groaned Eddie and Venom within the chamber.
“You’ll recover…for the most part,” Jackal said, still indifferent to their suffering. “The Goblin Queen was clear. These versions of the Venom Husks must be capable of exercising Daken’s synthetic pheromone abilities in a targeted manner.”
“I almost pity the targets,” Daken commented.
“You shouldn’t,” said Jackal. “They deserve everything my creations are about to do them! Our lovely Goblin Queen is already making arrangements. She simply needs two dozen additional husks to complete the task and get me my data!”
“Two…dozen?!” yelled Eddie and Venom, now fighting their containment.
“I said you’d recover,” Jackal laughed. “I didn’t say it would be anytime soon.”
The deranged man kept laughing as he activated the extruder again with a remote control. A chorus of noises filled the lab as the systems around Venom and Eddie activated once more. The wires and tubes going into them initiated the same painful process that Jackal had initiated earlier, drawing out tissue samples from their alien and human forms. Also like before, the process was painful.
“AHHHGGHHH!” they both yelled as their forms were once again strained beyond their limits.
While Daken and Mystique watched on with revulsion, Jackal’s excitement only grew. That sadistic grin on his face only widened as more spores came out of the extruder, which quickly matured to form more Venom Husks.
Within minutes, the lab filled up with them. Venom and Eddie’s pained cries didn’t wane, even as the room became populated with more intimidating figures bearing the unique look and abilities that Jackal had given them. Whoever he and the Goblin Queen planned to target with these creations – this Peter Parker, who was apparently Spider-Man – was in for a special kind of torment.
Skies Over New York City
“Another day, another 24 hours of battling crime while barely getting by,” sighed an exasperated Spider-Man. “I can beat Norman Osborn, Kingpin, and Scorpion in the same week, but I’m always defeated by my landlord demanding back rent. That has to be the lamest weakness in the history of superheroes!”
Not long ago, web-swinging through the city on a muggy evening was relaxing. It might have been the most relaxing thing he could’ve done as Spider-Man or Peter Parker when the stress of balancing his chaotic life got to him. Lately, however, it had lost its therapeutic effectiveness.
After swinging through Times Square and landing atop a nearby building, the masked vigilante took a moment to catch his breath and collect his thoughts. These were strange times for him, both as Peter Parker and as Spider-Man. There was plenty of good, but there was plenty of conflict, as well.
On one hand, he’d recently married Mary Jane Watson, a woman who became the love of his life after years of heartbreak and hard luck in romance. On the other, he’d also dealt with an alien symbiote that had bonded with him, corrupting both him and itself in the process. Then, it bonded with Eddie Brock and became Venom, one of his most tenacious enemies to date. Defeating them had been difficult, to say the least. He thought he’d seen the last of them.
That was before he heard that Eddie Brock had escaped from Ryker’s Island and had disappeared completely. Peter had been extending his patrols, looking out for any sign of Venom, knowing he had the knowledge and ability to harm his loved ones. To date, he’d found nothing. That still wasn’t reassuring. If anything, it worried him even more.
“It’s bad enough Kingpin got acquitted again. Eddie Brock being anywhere other than a prison cell is bad news…especially the people I care about,” Peter mused as he looked over the New York skyline. “Either he’s biding his time to do something genuinely horrific or I’m just being overly paranoid. Given my luck, the very of being that paranoid is a moot point.”
It was a daunting thought that made him shiver more than his spider sense. There was no telling what Venom could be planning. Peter was almost tempted to call the Avengers since it involved an alien. However, he hadn’t been on good terms with them or any other superhero team. He had J. Jonah Jameson and his constant attacks to thank for that. He’d faced many daunting threats by himself over the years, but in recent times, it felt like Spider-Man was reaching the limits of what he could do on his own.
He felt even more urgency lately. He wasn’t just a high school kid in a costume anymore. He was an adult. He’d just gotten married. He had bills to pay, places to be, and deadlines to meet as Peter Parker. Dealing with threats like Venom on the side only made everything harder.
“I shouldn’t be worrying about this crap,” Peter said as he watched the traffic pass by below. “I just married the most amazing woman a guy like me could ask for. She married me, despite the fact that I’m an underpaid photographer and chemistry teacher. If that’s not true love, I don’t know what is.”
Thinking about Mary Jane helped boost his spirits somewhat. He even managed to smile under his mask, the memories of their wedding and honeymoon still fresh in his mind. Mary Jane was the best thing to ever happen to him. She made him a better man and a better hero. When facing threats like Venom, he needed that.
“It’s still a hell of a time to deal with Venom,” said Peter. “Mary Jane is trying to make a career change. I’m still trying to maintain the careers I’ve got. Aunt May keeps saying I’m capable of more. I want to believe that, even when I’m not being Spider-Man. I want to do more, if only to be the kind of man that Mary Jane deserves. I just need a chance…a break from all the rotten luck I’ve had with jobs and money. With Venom on the loose, that chance can’t come soon enough.”
Spider-Man lingered atop the ledge of the building for a few more minutes. He didn’t sense any crimes or danger that he could help with. For now, the only danger involved saving enough money to pay down his credit cards and avoiding his landlord for back rent. A mugger or one of Kingpin’s goons was still preferable.
With no such opportunities before him, the wall-crawler figured decided to head home and spend the rest of the night with his beautiful wife. He might not have had a career path that promised a fancy apartment in Greenwich Village, but he had someone to go home to. That was a great power and a greater responsibility, in and of itself.
He was about to swing through the canyon of buildings again. Then, he felt his cell phone vibrate in his pocket. He quickly retrieved it to see Mary Jane’s number on the screen. Smiling to himself, he answered it.
“Hey there, beautiful,” he greeted. “I was just on my way home to see you.”
“Hey yourself, Tiger,” his wife answered. “I’m hoping to see you too. But don’t bother heading home. I’m not there.”
“What? Where are you?” Peter asked curiously.
“Somewhere I want to be…somewhere I want you to be, as well,” she replied, her voice sounding oddly cryptic. “I just met up with an old friend of yours…or at least part of him. He wants to see you too.”
“A friend? Who?” he asked intently.
“He doesn’t talk much. In fact, he doesn’t talk at all. He still goes by a name I’ve heard you mention before…Venom.”
Peter gasped under his mask. He felt his heart sink and his stomach churn. He almost crushed his phone with his spider strength. His worst fears about Venom and what he might do just became painfully real. The woman he loved – the same woman who dared to marry him, despite knowing the risks of loving Spider-Man – was in the presence of his greatest enemy.
“Mary Jane! Wherever you are, get out there!” he shouted into the phone.
“I can’t. And I don’t want to,” Mary Jane replied over the tone, her voice sounding oddly distant.
“Just tell me where you are! And tell Venom that if he hurts you, I swear I’ll…”
“He’s not going to hurt me, Peter,” she said, cutting him off, “but he is going to do something to me…something I want you to be here for. I’m texting you the address right now. Just get here quickly. You don’t want to miss this.”
New York City – Midtown Manhattan
“Thanks again for helping us with this, Ms. Potts. I doubt it’s easy finding spare hours when managing all things Tony Stark,” said Scott as he and Jean followed Tony Stark’s famous assistant into an elevator.
“You’re right. It isn’t easy,” replied the always-professional Pepper Potts as she activated the elevator. “That’s why I welcome side-projects like this. It gives me a break from telling investors why Tony Stark missed another board meeting.”
“And you can’t tell them he’s off fighting alongside the Avengers?” Scott added.
“That would be so much easier,” she sighed. “I could win a Pulitzer Prize for some of the stories I’ve told about Tony’s many absences.”
“I take it they don’t always buy the excuse that Tony’s on a yacht with a team of supermodels,” joked Jean.
“Believe it or not, there are only so many distractions I can attribute to supermodels. Sometimes, I just wish he’d get up on a podium and blurt out to the press that he’s Iron Man.”
They shared a good laugh as they arrived at their fourth and final stop of what had been an eventful afternoon. The past few weeks had been busy, but productive for X-Corp. Scott and Jean’s vision for helping mutants and humans prosper was bold. Pursuing it was challenge, especially for a non-profit. Getting support from the likes of Stark Industries, Worthington Industries, the Fantastic Four, and Wakanda helped make it easier.
On paper, X-Corp might have been the most well-supported non-profit in history. Scott and Jean had secured a great deal of resources since they began pursuing this vision. They had their central headquarters in New Mexico. They also had a growing staff, including mutants they had recruited and personnel they’d hired through benefactors like Worthington Industries, that actively worked towards realizing their vision. Thanks to the money, tools, and know-how provided by new and old allies alike, they had already achieved a great deal of success.
However, there was still plenty more to do. There were countless more mutants in the world in need of training, care, and guidance.
To help them, X-Corp needed to expand the scope of its operations. That prompted Scott and Jean to begin franchising the organization. That meant located X-Corp offices all over the world. It would give mutants a place to go when seeking aid or opportunities. It would also allow them to manage their vision on a larger scale.
That was what led them to New York City. They’d secured funding from Stark Industries and Worthington Industries. They’d hired competent and motivated legal services through Jennifer Walters. They’d even achieved international recognition and legitimacy thanks to Wakanda’s diplomatic pull. Making New York the site of their first franchise felt like a logical step in the evolution of X-Corp.
“So, tell us about this place, Ms. Potts,” said Jean.
“There’s not much to tell,” she answered a they exited the elevator. “It’s surplus floor space on the 30^th floor of a typical Midtown high-rise. It’s not pretty or iconic. I doubt it’ll show up on a post card in its current form.”
“That’s okay. We can make it iconic once we get our operations going,” said Scott.
“That might be a stretch, even with mutant powers and cosmic forces. Tony said you two were ambitious. When it came to pursuing X-Corp, you weren’t going to do anything half-way.”
“I doubt that’s all Tony said about us,” said Jean wryly.
“I promise he only told me the details I needed to know…although he might have implied a few others,” said Pepper with a half-grin.
Scott and Jean laughed again as they followed Pepper into the heart of the building. After exiting the elevator, she led them into a series of open areas along the north and west side of the building. There wasn’t much in terms of office furniture or existing infrastructure. It looked like the whole floor had been recently cleared out, so much so that logos and name plates had been removed.
As they looked around, Scott and Jean didn’t see anything that set it apart from the other potential sites they’d visited. It didn’t have much of a view. Looking out the nearby windows, they only saw the faces of other buildings. It had more space than some of the other sites, which was important. It wasn’t too far from Worthington Industries and the Wakandan embassy, either.
However, it didn’t feel like the kind of place on which X-Corp could make its mark. To just operate wasn’t enough. For X-Corp to make a difference, Scott and Jean knew it had to have a presence, like the Xavier Institute did. That proved difficult, especially in a big city like New York.
“I’m not going to lie to you, which few real estate types can say with a straight face in this city,” Pepper said to them as she led them into the empty offices of their latest building. “You’re not going to get a great deal on places like this. Even with regular attacks by monsters, aliens, Hydra, and Mole Man, buildings in Manhattan carry a hefty premium.”
“We don’t need anything too fancy,” said Jean. “We just need enough space to carry out basic X-Corp operations.”
“Which still have space requirements, mind you,” added Scott. “Ideally, each one of our franchises will have enough room for labs, hubs, and training regiments.”
“Well, realistically, you’ll be lucky to accommodate half of that in a place like this,” Pepper told them. “This place used to be a secondary site for Oscorp, which gives it some unavoidable baggage.”
“Oscorp?” said Scott. “Isn’t that the company that had its CEO go crazy?”
“In this town, there’s crazy. There’s eccentric. And then there’s Norman Osborn,” said Pepper. “Trust me, the less said about him, the better. All you need to know is this place can house some of the more advanced operations you specified, albeit on a small scale.”
“It’s still larger than what the other sites could handle,” said Jean as she walked up to one of the windows. “Maybe if we can buy a few more floors and do some renovations…”
“Out of the question,” said Pepper, stopping Jean before she could make further plans. “Oscorp’s lease had so many shady legal quirks that just obtaining a complete deed will make any lawyer hulk out.
“Give who our lawyer is, that’s something we’d like to avoid,” Scott pointed out.
“I still warned Jen about that. One way or another, she’ll have to think happy thoughts until something better comes along.”
Jean scanned the rest of the office area. Scott started walking around, looking at the wires hanging from the ceilings, no doubt contemplating how they’d hook this place into their central network. He looked just as uncertain as her. This place checked quite a few boxes, but not as many as they’d hoped.
It had potential. It was the best site they’d visited all day, but that wasn’t saying much. They’d learned from their time with the X-Men that helping mutants, especially those who were scared, angry, and couldn’t control their powers, took a unique collection of resources. Charles Xavier happened to have a family mansion that he could modify however he pleased. Everyone in the X-Men benefited from his efforts and the resources he provided.
X-Corp didn’t have that luxury. They had to work with whatever opportunities came they had available. For the moment, those opportunities just weren’t there.
“Is this really the best we can do?” asked Jean. “We want this to be the first of many X-Corp franchises. Are you sure there’s no way of buying up a few more floors?”
“Are you asking me who you’ll have to sleep with to get a better deal?” said Pepper jokingly.
“Of course not,” said Jean, rolling her eyes, “and please tell Tony not to make that our primary negotiating tactic.”
“Even if it tends to work most of the time,” said Scott under his breath.
“We might be able to make it work as a temporary facility,” Jean went on. “At the very least, we could use this to prove X-Corp’s worth in a place that needs it. If we can just help a handful of the Morlocks that pop up in the subway every now and then, that should win us favor.”
“You’re right. That would help,” Pepper said. “But that depends on how well you manage that effort.”
“And who ends up managing it,” said Scott. “We still don’t even know who will run this place on a day-to-day basis.”
“I’d hoped Bobby or Alex would be interested, but we’ve got them doing too much already,” said Jean. “We may have to look harder for the right people.”
“And even with cosmic awareness, that’ll be tricky.”
Scott continued walking around the office area while Jean paced near the window. He eventually rejoined her. As they exchanged looks, she sensed his reservations as well. The situation wasn’t ideal. They hadn’t expected to find the perfect site on their first visit, but they’d certainly hoped to find something better.
Looking out over the city, which was now bustling with the evening rush hour, Jean sighed and latched onto her husband’s arm. He gazed out the window with her, admiring the limited view as they contemplated the challenge before them.
“We’ll figure it out,” said Scott. “It may take longer than we’d hoped, but one day, there will be an X-Corp office in every major city.”
“Like fast food and coffee shops for mutants?” said Jean. “I love the idea, but not the logistics. Even with all the mutant powers and cosmic forces in the world, managing it all will be tricky.”
“Which is why we have to find the right people to help us,” he said as he held his hand in hers. “They don’t have to be mutants, either. They just have to buy into our vision.”
“I’m sure they’re out there. I just hope we can find them soon.”
They lingered together near the window while Pepper looked over the paperwork. She seemed to have exhausted their options. Even with connections to Tony Stark, they could only do so much with respect to New York’s ever-changing landscape.
Jean was prepared to call it a day. She was content to check into the nearest hotel, curl up with her husband, and make love until they fell asleep. Between his touch and the thoughts he projected, she sensed he had similar inclinations.
She was about to inform Pepper that they were done for the day. Then, Scott’s phone went off. It was a text message. When he took it out and saw who it came from, his demeanor quickly shifted.
“It’s Shuri,” said Scott. “I…didn’t expect to hear back from her so quickly.”
“Guess you made a better impression than you thought,” Jean teased, not forgetting how he’d earned Shuri’s trust during their drop to Wakanda.
“It’s not that,” he said in a serious tone. “I asked her to look into the attack on Rogue and Ms. Marvel. While she didn’t find anything with that, she did start scanning for anomalies with a similar energy signature.”
“And let me guess. She found one,” Jean surmised.
Scott briefly scrolled through the message, which contained links to secure files from Wakandan servers. The fact she sent anyone outside Wakanda those links proved this was serious. Someone else might be in danger of suffering the same fate as Rogue and Carol.
“She couldn’t get an exact location, but there’s definitely something disruptive going on…something that closely matches that energy signature,” said Scott.
“Not that I’m eavesdropping or anything, but I should probably let you know that Tony Stark and his good friend, Iron Man, aren’t available,” said Pepper Potts. “I don’t know the details, but I’m pretty sure it involved Kang the Conqueror.”
“And the X-Men are still busy with that thing in Australia,” said Scott. “Guess that means we’re on our own.”
“So it seems,” said Jean.
Those plans for a romantic evening with her husband at a nice hotel went out the window, along with their hopes of finding the perfect location for X-Corp’s newest office. Having not forgotten what happened to Rogue and Carol, Jean and her husband sprang into action.
Summing the cosmic power of the Phoenix Force, they each turned the casual clothes they’d been wearing earlier into the decorative Phoenix attire that they’d come to embrace. They then made their way out onto a nearby balcony and took to the sky, flying over the New York City skyline within cosmic flames. Within those cosmic flames, there was already a sense of dread that this one was worse than before.
‘Something about this feels very off, Jean,’ Scott said to him through their psychic link.
‘I know what you mean, Scott,’ she replied. ‘The Phoenix Force gave us so many insights. And yet there’s still this strange blind spot…this darkness that it cannot see through. It’s like an open wound in time and space.’
‘Whatever it is, we need to confront it!’
‘I agree. I just wish we knew what it actually is. Embracing the Phoenix Force changed so many things for us. It’s also affected many others around us. We can only do so much to make those effects positive. We didn’t even know about Rogue and Carol until the worst had occurred. Whatever this is, I worry that we’re already too late for this.’
Empire State University – Former Lab of Dr. Miles Warren
“Your husband will be here soon, Mrs. Parker. We had best get started!” said the eager voice of the man who had once been Miles Warren.
Mary Jane hid her revulsion. She tried to cuss him out as well, insulting him with every vile word she’d ever learned by living in New York City her whole life. Much to her frustration, she remained silent. Her body and mind still weren’t on the same page.
That had been the story since some figure dressed like Spider-Man in his old black costume showed up at her apartment. She vaguely remembered someone else being there, but everything got fuzzy once that mysterious Spider-Man hit her with some blackish goop. Initially, she thought she’d been poisoned. It ended up being even worse than that.
Suddenly, Mary Jane was overwhelmed by a flood overwhelming desires. Some were familiar, having felt them since she hit puberty. Others were more unusual, as well as disturbing. Chief among them was an inescapable urge to go with the black-suited Spider-Man willingly. He didn’t have to tie her up with webs or knock her unconscious. She just climbed into his arms and swung her across the city, just as Peter had many times before.
She knew he wasn’t Peter. She wasn’t even sure “he” was human. She just knew that by the time they’d arrived at their destination, which happened to be a shuttered lab at Empire State University, the Jackal was waiting for them. Mary Jane recognized him as one of Spider-Man’s many enemies, but unlike other enemies, she knew the man behind the inhuman appearance.
“Dr. Warren,” she managed to get out, despite her current state.
“It’s Jackal now, Ms. Watson. It’s been Jackal for quite some time, as you should know,” he said with a mix of hatred and smugness in his tone. “The Dr. Warren you and Peter Parker knew died with Gwen Stacy. You two might have moved on from that loss, but I haven’t! I’ll never give up trying to save her. And I’ll never forgive those who dishonored her life.”
The anger in his voice was powerful. The look in his eyes was daunting. Mary Jane hid her fear through a glare of defiance, but she could not hide other feelings that the deranged man had rekindled.
She remembered Gwen Stacy’s tragic death as well as anyone who’d cared for her. She knew how much it still haunted Peter. He called it his second worse failure after the death of his Uncle Ben. She also knew that Dr. Warren had a perverse obsession with Gwen. It drove him crazy, even when she was alive. He looked even crazier now than he’d been the last time she saw him.
At the same time, he looked emboldened. Last she’d heard, Jackal had fallen off the radar since his last battle with Spider-Man. He had no lab, no money, and no resources. Even Kingpin wouldn’t touch him, despite his scientific expertise. Something had clearly changed. Looking around at the old lab that the university had rightly shuttered, someone had granted him a wealth of new resources.
“Until recently, I’ve been unable to pursue that effort,” said Jackal as he turned his attention to his lab. “I wasn’t even sure how to go about it. I had this elaborate plan involving clones of Spider-Man and false memories, but now that ploy seems needlessly convoluted.”
“And stupid,” muttered Mary Jane under her breath.
“Now, I have new allies that have shown me new perspectives,” he continued. “I now realize that my previous efforts were too limited in scope…not to mention crude, in terms of tactics.”
He turned his attention back towards Mary Jane, who could only stand at the north end of the lab where she’d watched Jackal clear some space around what appeared to be an old testing area. The black-costumed Spider-Man remained next to her, but didn’t seem entirely aware. As far as she knew, he was just some mindless minion that Jackal could control.
It was a distressing situation. At the same time, it was very different. She’d been in bad situations before. She’d been abducted, kidnapped, and threatened, even before she married Peter. However, those situations usually involved force or manipulation. This was different. She wasn’t tied up or mind controlled. Through some unexplained machination, she wanted to be there. That feeling of wanting something she didn’t actually want was disorienting, but effective.
It led Mary Jane to worry what other tactics that Jackal had adopted.
“I used to think that brute force and cunning were the only ways to get the job done,” said Jackal. “Then, someone showed me a third option.”
He reached out and caressed Mary Jane’s face, much to her disgust. She wanted to sucker punch him for touching her, but her limbs remained paralyzed by her own desire. The best she could do was make a fist. Jackal apparently saw it and grinned at her futile efforts.
“That’s where my perspective needed expanding,” he said. “To force or trick someone will only take you so far. But to make them want to help…to make them desire it to the utmost…well, I believe you already know its merits, Ms. Watson. I cannot surmise how any drug, restraint, or mental manipulation can match it.”
“You’re still an asshole,” Mary Jane spat angrily.
“Call me what you want. I’ll still get what I want. In fact, I’ll get the two things I’ve wanted more than anything since Gwen’s untimely death…data and vengeance.”
Jackal turned towards the silent Spider-Man figure standing next to her. In Jackal’s presence, he just nodded. Without saying a word, the mysterious figure made his way over towards the other side of the lab and opened a large set of heavy doors.
Once open, dozens of other figures entered the lab. They each looked exactly like the black-suited Spider-Man who had brought her there. They had the same build, disposition, and mannerisms. By all accounts, they were perfect clones. Watching them gather in the center of the lab, Mary Jane felt a fresh wave of dread wash over her.
“Remarkable, aren’t they?” said Jackal as he marveled at the team of cloned figures.
“They’re something, that’s for sure,” Mary Jane said.
“They represent a step in the evolution of my cloning technology. Thanks to some new resources, as well as the eager participation of a certain symbiote, I’ve perfected a process for creating pre-programmed Spider-Men.”
“Are they even human?” she scoffed.
“Not entirely, but more so than you think,” Jackal said. “They’re mostly composed of symbiote tissue, minus the sentient parts and supplemented by human DNA. I call them Venom Husks. To me, they’re also steppingstone…a source of limitless manpower to help me get what I need to finally perfect the process.”
Now grinning eagerly, Jackal made his way to a control console on the north side of the room. It didn’t look like anything that belonged in a university lab. Mary Jane had seen Peter work in labs before. She might not have been a science geek like him, but she knew advanced equipment when she saw it.
As Jackal booted it up, every Venom Husk, as he called them, stood at attention like loyal soldiers. It was like they’d just received a jolt of adrenaline.
“These particular husks have been programmed with a particular purpose in mind,” said Jackal. “Think of them as living data compilers…living computers that can process mountains of biological data in real time.”
“I still think they’re creepy as hell,” said Mary Jane.
“Think whatever you want, Mrs. Parker. You’re still going to help me. In fact, you might even enjoy it!”
“I seriously doubt that.”
“Then, allow me to allay such doubts.”
Jackal turned towards the same Venom Husk who’d opened the doors for the others. Again, he nodded, as though he already had the instructions programmed into him. Mary Jane could only watch as the figure approached her once more. She kept telling her legs to move, but nothing happened. She remained where she stood, her instincts and desires remaining at odds.
Once near her, the Venom Husk raised his hand and formed another ball-shaped spore in his hand. It looked similar to the one he’d used back at her and Peter’s apartment. This time, however, he didn’t throw it at her. He just held it in front of her until it popped, releasing a small trace of gas.
She tried to look away, but it was no use. She already got a whiff and just as before, the effects were immediate. Unlike before, however, the effects were much more intense.
“Oohhh!” Mary Jane moaned out.
Again, her mind and body were overwhelmed by a surge of intense feelings. She hugged her shoulders, shifted her legs, and struggled to maintain her balance. She recognized some of those feelings well. Most of them were sexual. Her heart rate jumped, her breathing became ragged, and her inner thighs became hot with arousal.
It was as though someone had reached into her, activated every sexual part of her being, and sent it into overdrive. She already had a frustrating desire to do whatever Jackal asked. Now, she was extremely horny on top of that.
“Still doubt me?” Jackal taunted. “Before you answer, why don’t you make your way to the testing area and join the other husks. They’re all as anxious as you to begin.”
Mary Jane, her face now flushed and her capacity for defiance now gone, looked over towards the Venom Husks in the center of the lab. She could already feel them gazing back at her with lust in their eyes. It was a simple, basic kind of lust. In any other state of mind, it would’ve repulsed her. In her current state, however, she was drawn towards it.
Despite weak legs and a hot pussy, she stammered over to the test area. The Venom Husks made room for her, never taking their eyes off her as arrived in the center of a circular metal platform. They didn’t say a word. They didn’t have to. Their gaze told Mary Jane everything she needed to know about what they had in mind.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” asked Jackal, still standing next to the console. “Take off your clothes. You clearly want to.”
Mary Jane’s earlier fears had officially become real. Initially, her worst fears involved great torment, both for her and for Peter. Jackal, it seemed, had chosen a different approach. Even if it didn’t involve traditional torment, it still filled her with a special kind of dread.
Unfortunately, her desires overshadowed every other feeling. With little reservation, Mary Jane began undressing in plain view of the surrounding Venom Husks. She felt their gaze intensify as she took off her black T-shirt and removed her blue denim jeans, kicking her shoes off in the process. Now in just her bra and panties, she noticed the imposing figures move in closer, surrounding her from all sides.
“All of it, Mrs. Parker,” said Jackal, his voice taking on a sadistic undertone. “The process requires you to be fully nude.”
Mary Jane mustered only an incoherent groan, too dazed to form a response. She still did as he requested, unclasping her bra and letting it fall off her body. She then removed her panties, rendering her completely naked to the leering eyes of every Venom Husk.
It was a strange feeling, being so exposed in front of these perverse creations. Her breasts, butt, and pussy were there for them to see. Already, she could feel their eyes narrowing on certain features, as though they were sizing her up in anticipation for their next move. She wanted to cover her breasts and pussy with her arms and hand, but that burning desire kept her from doing so.
That powerful desire – the same feeling that led her to willingly venture into Jackal’s lab – was so intense. It wasn’t like someone else controlling her thoughts and action. She actually wanted to do this on some level. It messed with her on so many levels, straining her ability to control her mind and body. With each passing second, it felt like that control was slipping away.
“Please,” Mary Jane said in weak tone, “it feels…so hot.”
“That’s to be expected,” said Jackal, not even looking in her direction. “That spore I put in you was a prototype laced with pheromones and biomechanical accelerators. By now, it has integrated itself into your system, not unlike a symbiote. Now, thanks to some extra pheromone-boosters, the data gathering can begin.”
He issued a series of commands from the console. Moments later, Mary Jane heard a hissing noise from something in the floor around the Venom Husks. A strange scent fell over her and the rest of the husks. It didn’t smell like anything Mary Jane had ever encountered before. While it had little effect on her in her overly aroused state, it had a very noticeable effect on the husks.
They all let out a deep, masculine grunt. At the same time, the blackish substance that made up their bodies came to life, shifting and morphing with intense activity. The activity eventually converged around their lower bodies. From there, a penis formed before Mary Jane’s eyes. Before long, every Husk had a large, fully erect dick protruding from their groin.
“Oh my…so many cocks,” Mary Jane gasped, her body still trembling in anticipation.
“Indeed,” said Jackal. “They function just like the ones I’m sure you’re familiar with, Mrs. Watson. The only difference is they have a secondary function…one that will gather data while ravaging you, the wife of my greatest enemy!”
At that moment, it finally sunk in. Mary Jane was going to be gangbanged. However, that wasn’t the worst part. What disturbed her even more was how much she wanted it.
She was so horny and dazed, her body and mind betraying her on every level. She couldn’t fight it. She couldn’t muster up the desire to do so. She just saw dozens of male figures, each with the stature of her husband, and bearing fully erect dicks. Like a buffet full of her favorite treat, Mary Jane hungered for every one of them.
“Go on, my amazing creations,” Jackal said snidely. “Begin the data gathering process.”
He almost made it sound scientific. Mary Jane still wanted to punch him in the jaw, but she had more pressing desires before her and so did the Venom Husks.
With perfect obedience, they converged around her. They didn’t attack or pounce on her, as if to send a subtle message that this wasn’t going to unfold like she thought. That message became clearer as several moved in close, reached out, and began groping her naked body with their powerful hands.
Two Venom Husks standing behind her reached around and fondled her breasts.
One husk in front of her reached between her legs and caressed her pussy.
One husk to her right grabbed her hand and guided it to his dick, prompting her to stroke it.
Another husk to her left grabbed her other hand and did the same, prompting the same reaction.
One more caressed her face, slipped his fingers into her mouth. Again, instinct took over and she began sucking.
They weren’t rough, but they weren’t gentle, either. Their touch was unique. It even reminded her of the way Peter touched her when they were getting intimate. That was probably on purpose, acting as a method to further the temptation. As much as Mary Jane resented that tactic, it still worked.
“Ooh! Your touching…it feels good. It feels…so good,” Mary Jane said, her voice now dazed with lust.
“This kind of science is an intimate process,” Jackal taunted. “Why shouldn’t it feel good?”
Mary Jane barely heard him. She could barely process all the sensations coursing through her. The malleable black substance that made up their flesh felt alien, but with distinctly human desires. Being clones, if they had any shred of Peter Parker in them, then they definitely had his passion for her.
These creatures, be they clones or husks, wanted her. They wanted to fuck her as much as she wanted to fuck them. Her pussy was so wet. Their dicks were so hard. Mary Jane had never been so horny before. She didn’t think it was possible for any woman to be this aroused.
Eventually, natural instincts converged with powerful desires.
“Please…take me,” Mary Jane begged the faceless husks. “I want your dicks inside me. Take my pussy. Take my ass. Stick them in my mouth. I’ll fuck every one of you!”
The Venom Husks didn’t need an order from Jackal that time. They all reacted as though they’d been set free. Mary Jane was content to ignore that disgusting freak’s presence as she followed her burning lust to the utmost.
It started with the one Venom Husk standing in front of her who had been touching her pussy. Without saying a word, he grabbed her by her butt, lifted her up off the floor, and aligned her pussy over his throbbing dick. She instinctively wrapped her legs around the figure’s waist, as she often did when she jumped Peter’s bone during one of their intimate moments. He also demonstrated Peter’s Spider-Man strength, showing little strain as he prepared to enter her.
With little hesitation, he plunged her down onto his dick, the hardened masculine flesh penetrating her vagina to the utmost. She was so wet that their union felt effortless. Almost immediately, Mary Jane felt a surge of sexual sensations through her body. At the same time, she noticed that there was something different about this creature’s dick.
“This dick inside me…it’s so…oohhh!” Mary Jane gasped.
“That’s the secondary function, I mentioned,” Jackal snickered, still watching from the console. “I had a feeling you’d appreciate it.”
As the deranged figure laughed, Mary Jane took a moment to process what was happening. The strange dick inside began to mold itself once more, as if to adjust to the unique contours of her anatomy. It was like the Venom Husk had molded his dick to hit every pleasure nerve in her pussy. When he started moving, bouncing her up and down his dick like a jackhammer, it overwhelmed her with more sensations.
“Oh my God! Oh my…oohhh God!” Mary Jane exclaimed.
While she took in that powerful feeling, the ravenous parts of their sex began. The Venom Husk tightened his grip on her butt, using that spider strength of his to work her pussy along the length of his cock, stimulating her depths and triggering more sensations with every movement.
He established a rapid pace, not unlike the kind she and Peter favored when they were feeling extra-frisky. As her body bounced and her world rocked, she heard the hot smacking sound of her pelvis colliding with his. At the same time, the two other Venom Husks behind her kept fondling her breasts. She had to let go of the husks she’d been jerking off, but they stayed close, stroking their dicks, as if to prepare for her.
More and more moved in closer, their erect cocks throbbing in anticipation. Seeing them after feeling just only got Mary Jane more excited. She got so excited that she didn’t realize how close she was to climaxing until she was on the brink.
“Ooh I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come!” she panted. “I’m gonna…ohhhh yes!”
It hit her like a bolt of lightning, sparking an intense feeling that began in her core and spread out in all directions. Her back arched, her toes curled, and her pussy throbbed hard around the figure’s dick. It was the kind of orgasm Mary Jane hadn’t experienced since her honeymoon. It was also the kind that she couldn’t just experience once.
“More! Please…give me more!” Mary Jane panted while riding her orgasmic high.
The Venom Husks didn’t ask questions or hesitate. The one still fucking her kept working it, holding her up in his arms and pumping his dick inside her. Another finally got in on the action. One of the husks whose dick she’d been stroking earlier, shoved the two behind her aside. From there, he aligned his still throbbing dick with her ass. The husk fucking her even sensed it, slowing down until the tip of his manhood was pressed up against her tight hole.
“My ass…” Mary Jane gasped, just as the rush from her first orgasm settled.
That was all she got out before the husk behind her thrust it in. Another round of sharp sensations followed. They were different from before, but every bit as intense. While Mary Jane was no stranger to anal sex, having done it occasionally with Peter, she’d never experienced double penetration. Even during the heyday of her party girl years, she had never exercised that level of decadence.
Then again, she’d never been this horny before. She’d never been at the mercy of such intense desire, either. As her body began moving, the two Venom Husks bouncing her on their dicks, Mary Jane slipped further into a daze. Whatever Jackal had done to her was intensifying. She didn’t doubt that Peter would come to save her. She just worried that she wouldn’t want him to by the time he arrived.
“This is working better than I could’ve hoped,” Jackal said between crackling laughter. “The symbiote flesh is compiling and transmitting the data perfectly. The cells of an ordinary human interacting with those of mutants and aliens…it’s so beautiful! And doing so while Peter Parker’s wife moans like a whore is quite the bonus!”
Jackal’s perverse laughter filled the lab, but got drowned out by the sounds of decadent sex. Mary Jane kept moaning and gasping along with the sound of hard dicks slithering in multiple orifices. Like pistons in an engine, they pumped inside her, stimulating her depths while gathering whatever perverse data Jackal wanted. Mary Jane hated that Jackal was getting what he wanted, but loved the pleasure that came with it.
Having slipped into this daze, the other Venom Husks became more impatient. Others moved in closer, reaching in grasping parts of her naked flesh while she bounced along their cocks. Her breasts were popular targets. She event felt their alien flesh shift slightly, forming small tendrils so that they cold feel other parts of her body. As unnerving as it was to see, it still felt good.
The added impatience seemed to affect the two husks fucking her. Even as she approached another orgasm, she sensed their dicks throbbing inside her with greater intensity. It wasn’t until they slowed down the pace of their sex that she realized what was going on. They were about to climax and they weren’t pulling out.
When it happened, they didn’t moan or grunt, but they clearly felt pleasure. Mary Jane saw it in the subtle twitches of their faces. She’d seen enough men come to know that look well. Along with that expression, she felt their alien flesh ejaculate a thick load of fluid inside her pussy and ass.
“They’re coming! Ohhh they’re coming…inside me!” Mary Jane cried out.
“Relax, Mrs. Parker. It’s part of the process,” Jackal said. “That fluid you feel isn’t the seminal fluid you’re used to. It has another purpose that I borrowed from a more helpful redhead…one you’re about to experience.”
He wasn’t lying. Mary Jane already felt that purpose unfolding inside her.
As the thick substance sprayed into her depths, a different kind of daze washed over her. It wasn’t like a drug or some kind of intoxicant. It felt more like a fresh surge of energy, but one with a critical side-effect. That intoxicating, satisfied feeling she experienced after her first orgasm essentially disappeared. It was as if her sex drive had been completely reset, leaving her unsatisfied, despite all her burning desire.
“No…this feeling…so strange,” Mary Jane groaned. “I want more, but I…I can’t!”
“Don’t worry. You’ll get plenty more,” said Jackal, “but as for getting everything you want…”
His words devolved into crackling laughter, as if it were some cruel trick. Mary Jane wanted to attack him, but other desires once again overruled her. If anything, those desires were even more intense than before.
“Hurry! Please…keep fucking me!” she exclaimed. “Give me more dicks! I need more!”
The Venom Husks eagerly obliged. The two that had been fucking her lifted her off their dicks, allowing the semen-like fluids to spill out of her holes. As soon as they set her down, her legs gave out and she collapsed to the floor, but remained very aroused.
Once on the floor, she barely took any time to catch her breath. She just laid on her back, spread her legs, and begged the surrounding Venom Husks with her eyes to fuck her. The various male figures got the message and reacted quickly. The ones who fucked her stepped aside while others with fresh erections gathered around, knelt around her like animals in heat, and unleashed their lust upon her.
It quickly more chaotic. One Venom Husk got on top of her, pushing her legs apart and thrusting his dick back into her still-dripping pussy. While he fucked her in an upright missionary position, others crawled in closer, reaching out and fondling her bouncing breasts. Two other husks kneeling at her head rubbed their dicks in her face.
Without hesitation, she began sucking them. Before long, one of the husks grabbed her head and shoved his cock down her throat, testing her gag reflex to the utmost. Almost immediately, the oral sex skills she’d refined as a party girl in college came rushing back to her. She sucked and slurped along their rigid flesh, noting the unique taste of their malleable flesh. It helped supplement the feeling of being fucked so hard by the husk on top of her.
“Mmf!” she moaned, her voice muffled by the throbbing dick slithering between her lips.
Had she been able to talk, Mary Jane would’ve let them know she was about to climax again. When it hit, her body shuddered with the same intensity as before, letting out more muffled moans as the blissful feeling washed over her.
However, shortly after she began climaxing, the Venom Husk fucking her pussy climaxed as well. Before she could even soak in the full extent of her orgasm, she got hit with those annoying effects again. Her sex drive was reset and she got another energy boost, her desires once again unmet.
“More…I need more,” Mary Jane groaned, her mind and body feeling the strain.
Another Venom Husk took over, pushing aside the one that just climaxed and getting on top of her to resume the sex. Shortly after that husk began fucking her, the two she’d been sucking off climaxed, releasing streaks of their exotic cum onto her face and down her throat. Much to her chagrin, it had the same effect and then some.
On top of leaving her hungry for more dick, it tasted as good as the sex felt. Cum shouldn’t have tasted that good. It was like a sweet, delicious treat. Mary Jane found herself eagerly lapping it up, ingesting every drop. That only left her hungry for more cock.
“Another! Give me another dick to suck!” she yelled out, almost demanding it at that point.
Other Venom Husks eagerly obliged, kneeling down and presenting their dicks for her to suck. She did so intently, even as her body bounced to the heated sex of the husk pumping into her vagina. By the time he climaxed and another husk began fucking, Mary Jane barely noticed.
One by one, another husk fucked her while others got their dicks sucked. She climaxed more along the way, but it did little to temper her desires. It was an indirect kind of torture. Instead of pain, she was bombarded with pleasure, but none that left her satisfied. Mary Jane almost would’ve preferred pain, but it was too late. She was at the mercy of whatever desires that Jackal had instilled in her.
“Can’t…stop. Don’t…want to,” she moaned as two more husks sprayed their cum onto her face and breasts.
More decadent acts followed. She was fucked by several more Venom Husks. Some came inside her while other sprayed their load on her breasts, as if to taunt her. After being on her back for a while, one of the Venom Husks flipped her over onto all fours, allowing the next round of husks to take her from behind. It also allowed them to fuck her ass, as well as her pussy, while she continued giving blowjobs to any husk that got in front of her.
More orgasms followed, along with more loads of their cum. The effects were the same. It didn’t matter if they fucked her pussy or her ass. The blissful torment continued. It was a full-fledged gangbang that became less and less coordinated, no matter how many times she or the husks climaxed.
As she took more cocks in multiple holes, the Venom Husks became more impatient. Those that weren’t waiving their dicks at her kept groping her flesh, creating more black tendrils from their symbiote flesh. They spread out over her body, slithering and stimulating her from head to toe while she kept getting fucked. If these perverse creations were gathering data for Jackal, they were being very thorough.
“It’s working. It’s really working!” said Jackal, still more excited about the data than the erotic spectacle unfolding before him. “All this data is so much more intimate than what I’ve used before. No wonder my clones kept falling apart. They were missing something critical…something they won’t be missing anymore. And it’s all thanks to Peter Parker’s horny wife!”
His laughter still stung. The idea that she was somehow helping Jackal, one of Spider-Man’s greatest enemies, still sickened her. Unfortunately, it was too late to make use of that disgust.
With every sensation, be it an orgasm or a simple thrust of a cock, Mary Jane lost herself more and more in the feeling. Her grip on reality, perception, and her entire sense of self slipped away every time she climaxed, only to have her desires reset. Before long, there would be only desire and nothing else. After that, would she even be Mary Jane anymore? Would Peter have anyone left to save?
‘This can’t be how it ends. This can’t be how I fail myself. This can’t be how I fail Peter. I just need to hold on…just need to fight this feeling…this incredible, overwhelming feeling.’
Mary Jane clung to those thoughts, even as the Venom Husks began to regularly triple-penetrating her. One husk managed to slip under her while one was behind fucking her ass and the other was in front, humping her face. She barely noticed until she felt him thrust his dick inside her.
With all her holes now filled, another round of orgasms followed, both from her and the husks. Even after more mind-numbing ecstasy, followed by the effects of their cum, it didn’t slow down. The gangbang kept on going, pushing Mary Jane closer and closer to the brink.
Finally, she heard something other than Jackal’s laughter or sex-fueled grunts. The side doors to the lab burst open, having been struck by a hard kick. Then, Mary Jane heard a familiar voice.
“Mary Jane!” shouted a horrified Spider-Man. “Get away from her!”
Out of the corner of her eye, through the sea of Venom Husks, she saw her husband arrive, wearing his full Spider-Man costume. She couldn’t imagine the disgust he must have felt, bursting into the lab to rescue her, only to find her getting gangbanged by a bunch of male figures that looked like Venom. It wasn’t the first time he had to rescue her, but he never had to rescue her from a situation like this.
“Ah, he’s here,” said Jackal from across the lab. “Right on time, for once!”
“You son-of-a-bitch!” Spider-Man yelled as he charged towards Mary Jane. “I swear I’ll…”
“You’ll do nothing other than assist me…albeit not as much as your wife.”
He got within a few feet of her. He looked poised to jump in and fight off every one of the Venom Husks, including those in the middle of fucking her. He didn’t get the chance.
Several other Venom Husks – most likely the ones who had fucked her earlier – had slipped off to the side, hiding in the shadows in anticipation of Spider-Man’s arrival. Before he could reach her, they shot out multiple lines of blackish webbing from their wrists. He was so focused on her and horrified by what he saw that even his spider sense wasn’t enough. Mary Jane could only watch as he fell to the floor, still able to see her while she was being ravaged.
“Errrr! No…Mary Jane!” cried Spider-Man.
“Wrap him up tightly. Do not let him break out,” said Jackal, finally turning away from the console. “And please relieve him of that gaudy costume. I want to see his face for this.”
No fewer than nine Venom Husks surrounded Spider-Man, each hitting him with more lines of their webbing. While he struggled to break free, the webbing took on a life of its own and began ripping off his costume. It started with his pants, boots, and shirt, tearing them away like miniature shredders. In less than a minute, he was completely naked, except for his mask.
Jackal grinned sadistically at Spider-Man’s vulnerable state. It only got wider as he approached the test area, the gangbang still going strong while the rest of the Venom Husks kept him pinned. He made sure he was the one to remove the mask, revealing Peter’s enraged and horrified expression. Jackal even tore up the mask, as if to spite him.
“Peter Benjamin Parker,” he said as he held up the remnants of the mask, “you took so much from me. First, you stole Gwen’s love. Then, you led her to her death. And on top of that, you disrespect her memory by marrying some redheaded whore. And you call yourself a hero!”
“Shut up, Jackal!” spat Peter. “Shut up before I-umf!”
One of the husks stuffed his mouth with black webbing. It must have had another effect because Mary Jane saw his expression strain under the grip. If that strange webbing was gathering data in a way similar to what they were doing with her, then it wasn’t nearly as pleasurable. There was pain, but what made it hurt was being close enough to see her get ravaged while not being able to do anything about it.
It really felt like the end. After everything she and Peter had been through – the struggles, the rescues, and all those other experiences that brought them together – this was how they ultimately failed. Even with a dick on her mouth and other Venom Husks coming in her holes, she gazed towards her bound lover and he gazed back.
There was so much she wanted to tell him. Mary Jane would’ve settled for saying she loved him one last time. As another orgasm washed over her, it felt like she would never get the chance.
“There won’t be any witty quips or last-minute rescues this time, Parker. Not from you or from Spider-Man,” said Jackal intently. “You’re going to lie there, naked and bound, while your wife gets ravaged. At the same time, you’re going to provide me with the last batch of data I need to perfect my cloning procedures. Then, once I’m done and my Venom Husks have had their fill, I’m going to enjoy watching them…”
He stopped mid-sentence, his expression quickly changing on the spot. Given that he was on the brink of defeating his greatest enemy and most hated rival, it should’ve taken a lot to stop him. Looking panicked, Jackal looked down at his watch, which also appeared to be a communicator. It appeared to be vibrating while a red light flashed on the side.
“Oh no! No! Not now!” he said anxiously.
Now looking panicked, Jackal answered it by holding it up to his ear. Mary Jane couldn’t hear, but she was still coherent enough to sense that something major had changed.
“Yes, my queen?” he said. “Indeed, I have the data…yes, I also have Spider-Man and his wife. I just need…but, my queen, we have to…oh, I see. Damn it! Are you sure there is no other way? Maybe I can…of course. I’m sorry. Forgive my tone. I’ll return immediately, complete with the data.”
To her and Peter’s shock and confusion, Jackal rushed back towards the command console and rapidly typed in a series of commands. Within seconds, the screens went dark and a disk popped out from the top. He then smashed the screens and controls with his fists, destroying the critical components.
With the disk in hand, he made his way towards the emergency exit.
“I suppose nobody is leaving here completely satisfied,” he said. “I’d love to stay and watch you both perish in a sea of debauchery. Unfortunately, some unexpected guests are about to arrive…guests that shouldn’t have known about this. I’ve no desire to confront them, but I also have no desire to dishonor Gwen’s memory.”
He was about to exit. He stopped briefly and glanced towards the legions of Venom Husks. He didn’t say anything, but they seemed to receive some sort of unspoken command.
Almost immediately, the Venom Husks that had been gangbanging Mary Jane briefly stopped, withdrawing their dicks from her, but still keeping her within their grip. The ones holding Peter down hit him with more webs, pinning him to the floor so that he didn’t have a chance to escape. With labored breath, they anxiously waited for what came next.
“To those still enjoying Mrs. Parker’s company…keep ravaging her until she expires. Feel free to make use of your tertiary features, as well,” Jackal told them. “As for her pathetic hero of a husband…kill him.”
Up next: Test Subject Part 2
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