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A Spider's Web	By : LithiumHobo Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Spiderman Views: 26781 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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It was usually the cold air that woke him up, and if not that then a hot body grinding against him. If he was lucky, it would be Mary Jane; at least then he didn’t feel guilty. However, it rarely was her, and when it was Black Cat would be watching nearby, mocking the red head’s “poor performance” and pulling her off so she could finish the job herself.

Spider-Man had done his best to keep track of the time, able to see night and day through the windows on high. His guesses were only though, however, as he suspected he could be out of it for more than a day or two at a time. It all depended on how much of a fight he would put up, forcing them to use more of that drug than usual to keep him out longer. Awake or not, it didn’t stop them from using him as a sex doll. Whatever it was they were using to keep him somewhat willing was also keeping him constantly aroused. At least, that’s what he told himself. Seeing those three hot, writhing, super bodies fucking each other and him was more than enough to cause his body to betray his devotion to MJ.

Each time he awoke he found his bounds weaker and weaker. Despite they’re degrading strength; he wasn’t able to break them. Perhaps his powers were being sapped from the drugs, or perhaps it was his own will. With each passing session, he found himself less and less eager to get away, even when MJ wasn’t present. He couldn’t be sure of anything anymore, really, and that realization was becoming less and less troublesome.

When he awoke this time, it was to MJ’s gyrating hips on his lap, his cock snug inside of her. She had been moving slowly, a casual thing, not expecting to wake him. Spidey fluttered his eyes open, and for a brief moment he forgot the situation they were in. He just saw the firey-haired beauty grinding into him, raking her hand through her hair as it cascaded in front of her perfectly shaped face. He moved his head side to side, looking for the ivory haired mistress but surprisingly found no one. It wouldn’t be impossible that either Black Cat or Rogue would be behind the bed he currently was bound to, or somewhere else close by where they could watch the two lovers in secret, but he had to take the risk to talk some sense into MJ.

“MJ, we gotta get out of here while we can,” he pleaded. “Quick, untie me.” His words fell on deaf ears as she merely moaned and smiled happily, riding him firmly but slowly. “Mary Jane!” he yelled, risking alerting Cat or Rogue or whoever they might have added to the super hero harem. Frustrated by her focus on anything but him, he rocked his body side to side in hopes of alerting her to more than just his dick.

Her eyes shot open with shock and pleasure as her toy began to move inside her. She wasn’t so far gone that she attributed it to a miracle and knew Pete had woken up. Giggling from the momentary jump in pleasure, she collected herself.

“Sorry, Pete, but Cat doesn’t like me talking to you,” she informed, reaching over to the metal table to her left to pick up a syringe. “Nighty night!” she gleefully exclaimed as she aimed the needle at his arm that resembled a pin cushion.

“No no wait!” he quickly cried before he could be put out again for god knows how long. “If, uh, you put me out, I…um…I won’t be able to do this!” he then rocked his hips again, causing a happily giggle from the super model. Oh how he wish he could enjoy this.

“Mmhmmhmm” she moaned and giggled out, again having to collect herself to hold a conversation. “Okay, I’m listening, but if you stop this it’s Mr. Pointy for you,” she threatened, only then setting down the needle, still within easy reach.

He sighed and kept moving his hips, trying his best to keep his own focus on the topic at hand. “MJ, they have you on some drug or something, this isn’t you, you have to fight this!”

“Fight it? Why would I want to fight –this-?” she rhetorically asked, moving her own hips to go opposite of his, causing his dick to press all the more against her walls. With Peter’s hands restrained, she had to fondle her own breasts, pinching her pink nipples and twisting lightly.

He was losing her, and she did make a good point, or her scent was beginning to take over his mind. He had noticed they were all wearing the perfume Rogue was wearing that night at S.H.I.E.L.D. so many nights back. Something about it had a manipulative property. Cat must have stolen it, no doubt from one of her sexual victims. Spider-Man couldn’t think of that right now, there were lives to save, and he was going to start with Mary Jane and himself.

“This isn’t right, MJ! Cat is –killing- people and you could be next!”

Again she giggled, but this time out of amusement. “Oh she stopped killing people. Said she didn’t have to use those disposable men now that she has all of us,” she explained, sending the ball back into Pete’s court.

He was relieved she had at least stopped killing, though he would wager that she probably stopped to turn her trail cold, as well. He could see that familiar face she makes when she’s about to cum, and she might hop off and leave him if she did, ending his one chance at escape.

“And when she gets tired of us? What do you think she’ll do then?” He hoped she would deduce murder and snap out of her trance soon enough for them to make their escape.

“Oh she won’t get tired of us, she’s getting more friends to play with,” MJ casually put, effectively extinguishing another one of his arguments.

He didn’t like the sound of that one bit. He had no doubt that a woman like Cat would have no problem brining in new recruits. While he hadn’t yet succumbed to the full effect of her manufactured scent, he knew it was only a matter of time before he would fall victim to it and his free will would be lost. He had one last card he could play before his hand was lost.

“Please, MJ, this isn’t you, this isn’t us. End this now and let’s go home.”

“Home? Why would I want to go back to that?” she coldly asked. “I’m happier here than I ever was back there!”

He knew it was the scent, it had to be, that was making her say these things, but it didn’t hurt any less. She did look happy, he thought. Happier than he had seen her in a long time. Maybe all his heroics late at night had left her more alone than he thought. She’d been with him more in the time there than she had been in a long while. Maybe it wasn’t so bad, the situation he was in. There were plenty of heroes out there to keep things running. Who would really suffer for him not being out there every night? Plus, if he played his cards right, Cat may let him out every now and then to do some crime fighting. Best of all, he’d be with Mary Jane. But just then, the fantasy ended.

The lithe bodies of Rogue and Black Cat sauntered into the warehouse, which had been fixed up to resemble a sort of sex buffet, though to Peter it was a dungeon. Apparently they had been shopping as the moment Cat spotted MJ writhing on Spider-Man’s lap, close to climax, she dropped her bags and shouted at the red head.

“Red!” she angrily called, waiting for MJ to turn her attention to her instead of marching all the way over to the couple. Mary Jane put an immediate halt to her gyrations and turned to see a very upset mistress behind her. Knowing her mistake, she quickly climbed off of Peter and rushed over to Cat. She was met with a harsh slap and a stern lecture.

“You naughty little minx,” she yelled down at MJ, who had fallen to her knees in respect. “You know you’re not supposed to even talk to him without me present! So help me if you came-“

“No, no I didn’t! I swear! I’m sorry, really I am,” MJ groveled, kissing Cat’s thigh high laced up boots, made of symbiote rather than leather.

Black Cat let her show her devotion as she turned her attention to Peter. “Poor thing, all worked up and no release,” she said to herself with a pout. “Rogue, be a dear and finish him off.” As Rogue pranced over to Peter, lifting up her skirt on the way, Cat turned her attention back to MJ. “It’s a shame, really. Rogue and I went out and got you all these nice toys,” she revealed, motioning to the sex toys that had spilled out of the bags, “but after this I don’t think you deserve them.”

Like a sad child MJ hugged Cat’s leg, looking up at her with eyes that could soon well up with tears. “Oh no, I’m a good girl! I swear! Please I’m so sorry!”

“Prove it,” she offered. “I give you a choice. You can either lose the toys and fuck Spider-Man or come with me and test out the new toys with me.”

Spider-Man overheard this, even through Rogue’s pleasured moans, and hoped MJ would make the choice she would have made long ago, when things were normal. Sadly, his hopes were dashed as MJ was picked up by a delighted Black Cat and escorted out of sight with the bag of toys.

“Hey!” snapped an irritated Rogue. “Eyes up here, mister,” she said as she gripped his chin and turned his head back towards her. “I need you to cum, ASAP, so I can get in there with them. There’s a whip I want first crack at.”

Rogue then began to do her best to get Peter to climax as quickly as she could. Her skirt had already been hiked up so she could mount the super hero, panties not being an issue. She had left her boots, a similar style to Cat’s, on. Black and white striped stockings reached up past the heavy boots, ending just short of her pelvic region, leading the eyes to a neatly trimmed pussy, currently engulfing Spidey’s cock. Up past the skirt he got a clear view of her flat and pale tummy, twisting as she did upon his lap. Her very bountiful breasts were barely covered by a short black tank top, allowing the tops of her tits to visibly hop up past the collar. The thinness of the top and her lack of bra allowed him to see her pointed nipples and recently added piercings for them.

It seemed she had reverted to the gothic look of her youth, most likely at Cat’s behest. Peter refused to be taken in by the alluring show, however, and shut his eyes tight, even turning his head away for good measure.

Rogue was hanging her head low, bent over as she was working herself up and down his cock as hard and as fast as she could, so she didn’t notice his ignorance of her right away. When she did, though, she growled and yanked his head back into place. “Oh no you don’t you walking cock, you’re coming right now!” With that she pulled her top up just enough to reveal her breasts, their size more than enough to keep the cloth from rolling back down over them. With his eyes shut, she easily sprung a surprise on him, leaning forward and shoving her right tit in his mouth just as he was about to utter a protest.

His eyes shot open as he was nearly suffocated by the perky breast now invading his mouth. Her piercing dangled against his tongue, taunting it to let her nipple touch as well. Rogue took on a much softer face as she ran her fingers through his hair, gripping it to keep him from turning away. “Come on, baby. Don’t resist. Just breathe in the scent and let go already,” she cooed as she massaged her other breast, still humping his crotch, albeit slower than before.

He should have known she’d be wearing that succubus perfume. He had taken to breathing exclusively through his mouth to avoid the scent, and put the rest of his focus into fighting off the temptation it brought on. It hadn’t been easy. Some days he’d wake up and think only of fucking, and not just MJ. He couldn’t put it off now, however, or he’d suffocate. With a sigh against her breast, he inhaled just enough to keep from going blue. Then a bit more, and soon he was taking in the scent with all he could. As the effect took over, he began to suck on the fleshy orb. Her piercing was loads of fun to play with; flicking it with his tongue and feeling it clack against his pearly whites.

Rogue gave a satisfied purr as he finally joined the party. She decided to keep her breast in his mouth a bit longer, since he was so damn good at appreciating it. Before long she wasn’t just interested in getting him to cum so she could join her sisters, but enjoying the ride herself. Eventually she sat up, riding him much harder and faster and cupping her breasts in her hands, squeezing and massaging them the way Spider-Man wished he could right then. She contemplated untying his hands, so he could rub her tits, or better yet spank her ass (oh how she loved to be spanked), but knew that it was too risky to do that, even in his accepting state.

Soon she had forgotten about the sex toy expo going on in the other room and focused only on being drilled by Spider-Man. Rogue raked her black fingernails down his chest, doing her best to leave a trail but his super strength resisted. It was only after summoning her own super strength, “borrowed” from Ms. Marvel, was she able to mark him. Cat would protest, she was sure, but she was in better standing with her than MJ was.

Spider-Man began to meet her strength with his own, eventually, lifting his hips up to meet her own, managing to lift her off the bed as much as he could in his state. It became a super powered fuck fest before long, a contest of strength as they met each thrust with one of greater force. If Spidey had been trying to escape, he could have easily broken his bounds by then, but for some reason it didn’t even enter his mind to run away from this.

Elsewhere, Cat and MJ had already started warming up, hoping Rogue would finish soon but not about to wait on her. It didn’t take long to undress, much to both their dismay, what with MJ already naked and the symbiote easy to tuck away within the many tresses of Cat’s hair. They embraced in a deep and lustful kiss. Their tongues wrestled almost violently, their matching tongue studs clicking against each other.

They were Rogue’s idea. A stud for all three of them, and any more should they join, with a small tracer inside. They would allow for an easy track on one of them if they got captured by S.H.I.E.L.D., as they aren’t ones to give up easily.

As red and black lips pressed together, hands began to wander. Cat cupped MJ’s perfect breasts. While not as big as her own, they were still more than a handful and damn fun to grope. MJ opted for her mistress’s ass, sculpted to perfection by years of scaling buildings and running from Spider-Man. Cat would be the first to break the kiss, but MJ would move on more quickly.

The model lowered herself almost immediately, nuzzling her face into the burglar’s chest and sucking on her tit with such vigor. She kept groping the woman’s ass but one hand would retreat up to pay attention to her other breast. MJ did her best to taste every inch of her breast at once, but could never possibly fit the whole thing in her mouth. Her efforts were not lost on the villain, of course.

Her form was sloppy, too eager to please and not enough focus on style. Cat knew this and so didn’t double over in pleasure as MJ would have liked. She had gotten better, however, since she introduced her to the fantastic world she had sculpted. For one thing she had learned how to bite down on her nipple and twist it at the same time, without removing it from the breast. Cat stroked the woman’s fire brand hair lovingly, but soon the symbiote persuaded her to heat things up. She gripped her hair tightly and yanked her off her tit, pushing her onto the bed, bent over and pouty face – assuming she had done wrong by her mistress.

Without a word, Cat reached into the bag and pulled out the first thing she touched. The paddle. Rather simple, really, but oh so much fun. Perfect, she thought, as the girl did need to get punished for her previous transgressions. She didn’t move as Cat came around to her, knowing full well what was to come and accepting it.

She lightly ran the paddle against her cheeks, letting her feel the bumps against her tight tanned ass. Even that was enough to get her to moan, biting her lip in anticipation and looking over her shoulder at the tease. Oh no, she wasn’t allowed to watch. Cat pushed her face into the billowy blanket she lay on. Before she could pick her head back up, Cat smacked the paddle against her ass and caused the girl to let out a scream of surprise, and would emit many more of pleasure, later. Again and again she spanked the woman, reddening her ass until it matched her hair.

Cat tossed the tool away and knelt down to inspect the punished’s folds. She was dripping wet, her lips swollen and waiting. Cat couldn’t help herself and dove right in. Her face was pressed against her cheeks, and she felt the heat of her punishment on them. She grinned at this fact as she licked her clit, swirling her tongue into her folds soon after and adding the expert skill of her fingers.

MJ convulsed on the bed, doing her best to stay in position as to not upset Cat and be punished in a way she wouldn’t enjoy. She couldn’t help bucking her hips back against Cat’s face, however, though she didn’t seem to mind. She gripped the blankets tight and held on for dear life as she felt her orgasm finally near. But it wouldn’t come, or rather she wouldn’t come.

Cat knew her body well, and could tell the orgasm was coming and wouldn’t let it. MJ would look at her with a pout, wordlessly asking why she refused her. “You shouldn’t have gotten yourself so worked up on my Spider-Man’s dick before we got home. Maybe this will teach you to know your place.”

Mary Jane wouldn’t argue. How could she? Black Cat was infallible in her eyes now and arguing would only worsen her situation. She was only so lucky to get her prize now, being allowed to eat out her mistress. Cat had climbed onto the bed and spread her legs for her, giving her a clear view of her cleanly shaven puss. She pulled herself up to the woman and waiting for the go ahead to start. With a simple nod MJ was off, diving her face into the heated snatch and doing her best to please her sexual savior.

Again her form was sloppy, frantic, and lacked focus. Still, it was enough to get Cat off. Biting her lip, she kept one hand on the back of MJ’s head and one on her breast, massaging it the way MJ needed to learn how to. Her lower lip was bit as she laid her head back on the many pillows, closing her eyes as her slave worked on her velvet folds. All the while, Cat thought of Spidey. She always thought of him in times like this. His image was the only thing that could get her off. She imagined he was between her legs now, ravaging her pussy with his skilled mouth and sharp tongue.

“Oh Spidey, that’s it, eat me! Take my pussy into your mouth!” she yelled through her fantasy.

MJ didn’t care. What attachment she had for Spider-man was purely sexual now. Anything one could call love was only felt for Black Cat. She wanted so badly to please her, to make her scream her name in ecstasy. So she would double her efforts, losing any semblance of form she had before.

Black Cat was too lost in her fantasy to care. She thought back to the night that started it all. When she first fucked Spider-Man on that roof so many months back. How she quivered at his touch when he reached into her suit to steal money she only took to get his attention. Oh she played it cool then, but she was a wreck in her mind. She remembered how he took her breasts and her hand mimicked his actions on her own right then. The taste of his cock entered her mind, how good it felt to take his length into her all to willing mouth. Her hand reached up so she could engulf her fingers her mouth, still covered in the red head’s juices. As that taste countered her memory, she realized it was Spider-Man going down on her, it was that tramp of a whore he married. That fucking bitch he chose over her and still to this day finds her a more suitable mate than herself.

Oh she did her best to make him forget. She never let MJ come with him, or he with her. She made sure she was always the one to finish him off when that ginger bitch was yanked from him. She was so much better in bed than her, more curvaceous and beautiful. Perfect for him in every way and yet still he persisted in putting Mary Jane on a higher pedestal. She looked down at the happily cunt eating whore between her legs and she grimaced.

They symbiote began to overwrite her humanity and so she locked her legs around MJ’s head. She squeezed tight, keeping her face buried in her snatch. The stupid bitch just kept eating her out, figuring that’s what she wanted. The dumb whore didn’t know Cat wanted her dead right then, wanted to pop her head like a grape between her well toned thighs. To bathe in her blood to rejuvenate her skin. It was only thanks to MJ’s continued efforts did she relinquish her blood lust. She was brought to an orgasm before she could give in. Her legs loosened and MJ merely coughed to catch her breath. She never moved from her spot.

“N-now can I come?” MJ fearfully asked.

Black Cat quickly recovered from her orgasm and smirked at the girl. For now, it was enough that she had her so ensnared in her sexual grasp. She would make Spider-Man feel the crushing pain of losing his love to her. “No, wait for Rogue to come in.”

Again MJ pouted those luscious red lips, turning to sit on the floor and watch the door for when Rogue would come in to fuck her to her long awaited climax.

Rogue would hit three orgasms before he finally came, effectively ending her obligation and his usefulness for the time being. After catching her breath, she picked herself up and shakily walked to the metal table to get the drug to knock him out. He was not to be left alone and awake for too long.

He managed to catch his own breath in time to speak up before she could prick him. “Wait, Rogue, stop. You don’t need to do that. I need…I need to talk to Cat,” he pleaded.

Rogue looked at him with a curious eye. He had tried this before, managing to convince MJ to undo one of his arm straps. He nearly broke free of the other, but thankfully it was a threesome at the time and Rogue was there to pin him down until they both finished. Still, something seemed different about him this time. Not taking any chances, Rogue made her decision. “Sorry web-head, but I gotta put you to sleep. I’ll let Cat know you wanted to talk to her after you wake up.”

“No no don’t-“ but it was too late, the needle was in and he was out like a light. Thankfully it was a small dosage and he would be awake within the same day. Rogue smiled and gave him a sweet kiss with her dark lips and hurried over to Cat and MJ, hoping they hadn’t done too much without her.

It would be Black Cat that he would be met with this time around. She had waited patiently for him to wake up. She wore her old uniform, or at least the symbiote took that form, and sat in a high back chair. To her right stood Rogue, wearing yet another gothic outfit. Tall boots with buckles accented her toned thighs, barely covered by a lace skirt. A form fitting corset covered her stomach above an exposed navel and revealed the top halves of her pale tits. Long fingerless gloves ran from her elbows down, tied up with red string. To Cat’s left was Mary Jane, his love, naked and on her knees. The only thing she wore was a collar, spiked, and with a leash that rested in Cat’s lap. She smiled a devious smile as he awoke; this time bound to the X shaped structure he had found himself on months back.

“Good, you’re finally up. I was afraid Rogue gave you more than she said,” Cat purred out. She bit her lip as she looked him up and down, naked save for his mask, something she had refused to take off since he got there. He was still her one weakness, and yet he was powerless to stop her. “Rogue tells me you wanted to talk to me? I hope it’s not just more threats and insults. You know how they hurt me, and how I hurt her in response,” she explained, tugging on the leash harshly to demonstrate her quickness to hurt MJ.

He gave no reaction at what he saw and spoke plainly. “I give up.”

None of them were really sure what to make of his confession. For some time he had fought off the perfume, waking up only to fight some more. It consumed his every waking moment, even while they used him as a sexual scratching post – leaving the marks to prove it. Although Rogue was ready to denounce his claim, she wouldn’t dare speak out of turn when Cat was present. She was a far cry from MJ’s state of being, acting more as a number two than a pet, but she knew Cat could easily change that. Besides, she owed her everything.

Smiling, both deviously and excitedly, Cat stood up, taking MJ along with her. She stood before Peter, examining him. She could just take off his mask to see if he was lying, but she would never dare diffuse the illusion she had set up for herself. Not able to deduce if he was lying from his face, she thought of a better idea.

“You understand my reluctance to believe you, Spidey,” she started, walking around him studiously, MJ on hands and knees behind her. “You’re going to have to do a lot to prove it to me.”

“Just tell me how,” he said, with a hint of eagerness in his voice. She nearly came at the prospect that he could be hers tonight. He was either a good actor or had finally fallen prey to her scent, or, better yet, given up all hope.

Once she completed a lap around him, she stopped and stared him down. “Fuck me,” she offered. “Fuck me in front of this dog you call of a wife,” she added, pulling up on the leash and nearly choking the girl. “Fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked her and make me believe that you’re committed to me now. That you finally see that I am so much better than her.”

Spider-Man would only nod in acceptance, giving no time to think it over or give a counter offer. Pleased, Cat offered the leash to Rogue and told her to take her wherever, so long as she was present for this. Cat got to work right away, licking her lips with anticipation as she ran her symbiote covered hand over his member.

“No,” he simply said, much to her dismay. She would look at him with angry eyes, furious that she may have been denied after such a daring tease. “On the bed,” he clarified, nodding his head over towards the nearby bed.

She nearly cried right there. Sure she was definitely into the kinky stuff, but him wanting to make love to her on the bed just seemed so romantic, so much better than rubbing up against him as he was tied to a giant X. Biting her lip, she quickly undid his binds. Rogue watched from nearby, ready to fly into action if he tried anything. He wouldn’t, though. Instead he took her hand and escorted her over to the bed. Rogue hadn’t seen anyone lead Cat anywhere since…ever. She was always in control. She decided when, where, and how for everything. If he wanted, Spider-Man could undo everything they had worked for. So she would just watch, for now, and wait for him to pull something.

Black Cat was now eagerly lying on the bed as Spider-Man crawled on top of her. She shivered with delight as he placed many little kisses all along her neck. His touch was so soft, so sincere. He knew exactly where to pet her. Without effort he already proved he knew how to please her better than anyone could ever hope to. He was giving her the night she had always wanted, with the added members of a gothic mutant and a red headed love slave sitting 20 feet from them.

Wherever Peter moved his hand, the symbiote instinctively moved away. Her arms, her sides, her hips all became bare to his approaching touch. It felt nice to know romance again, to take things slow and at his own pace. He smiled as he finally began to kiss her lips, teasingly pulling away whenever she began to kiss back. Not to upset her, he let her have his lips, entering a full embrace with her. Arms and legs entangled as their lips moved with each other.

Cat whimpered as his hand cupped her breast, the black alien moving away and introducing her skin to the cold air. His arm hand would take care of that, however, hardening her nipple from lust rather than a temperature drop. She hugged him close, smushing her large breasts into his muscled chest. She quivered at the feeling of his skin meeting hers. For the first time since that night, she had recaptured the feeling she had with him back on the roof far too long ago.

He would enter her slowly, out of consideration rather than resistance, and was met with a girlish whimper. Smiling, he pushed further in, slowly as if it was their first time. A hand cupped her breast as he continued to fill her, massaging it just the way she liked, twisting her nipple between his fingers once he was fully inside of her. She looked up at him with such wanting eyes, all the evil she had gained tucked away for that moment. Then he began to pull out, and push back in. Making love to her for the first time.

To her, this was better than any of the sex she had had. She pulled him down to her, hugging him close as she nuzzled her head into his shoulder. He began to pick up the pace and soon she was meeting his thrusts with her own little ones. Her long legs wrapped around him, pressing down on his ass to give him something to fight against, forcing him to go harder, deeper. It didn’t take long for her to cum. It wasn’t hard, and it didn’t last very long, but for her it was the best orgasm she ever had.

He sat up a bit, still buried inside of her, and looked down at her glowing face. She reached up with a delicate hand and ran it against his cheek. “Oh Spidey…” she started. “This was beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful,” he returned.

“…but I didn’t want to make love, I wanted you to fuck me,” she finished. And just like that she was back to her old self. And apparently, Pete was right on board. Matching her devilish smirk, he resumed fucking her, much harder and with more speed now.

She howled in pleasure. Her legs stretched out, giving him more room to work with, and her hands clutched at his ass, feeling his muscles move as he fucked her better than she could have imagined. “Oh FUCK! That’s it! OH god yes! Oh god this is what I’ve been waiting for! Fuck me you bastard, fuck me raw!”

He would all too gladly abide, slamming his cock into her as if he was trying to break through. His super strength was coming through, and he fucked her harder than any normal man could. She would definitely feel it tomorrow, but right now she was in pure bliss. “Oh god, Cat, your tits,” he simply put as he watched her large jugs bounce in tandem with his thrusts. He leaned down and took one into his mouth, sucking on it deep and biting down hard, nearly breaking the skin.

Her back arched during one of her soon to be many orgasms, and yet he did not yield one bit. Screaming his name, she managed to overpower him and flip him over, not missing a beat and began to ride him for all he was worth. She didn’t lift up her hips, but instead just gyrated like a broken carnival ride, moaning like a forgotten ghost.

Like the breast man he is, he reached up to her bouncing breasts and groped them for all he was worth. “You have the BEST tits, Cat!” he admitted, pulling on her nipples to elicit more moans from her.

“Better than Mary Jane’s?” she asked, forcing her to think of that yesterday’s news in the middle of fucking her true love.

“Way better,” Spider-Man replied with no resistance.

Testing the waters, Cat asked for more. “Say I’m better than MJ!”

“You’re better than MJ!”

“Say I’m better than Mary Jane Watson!”

“You’re better than Mary Jane Watson!”

“Again!”

“You’re better than Mary Jane Watson!!”

“Again again again!” she cried, riding him harder and harder with each scream of the phrase she so longed for him to say. Hearing him say that gave her more pleasure than she thought any word could give, and he was all too happy to scream it to the heavens, but most importantly within ear shot of the woman in question.

After a handful of orgasms between the two of them, Spider-Man proved his stamina by not letting the ride end. Doggy style was the position now, facing Rogue and MJ. Rogue was visibly amused by the escapades, happy that Cat would finally stop making them work over time to turn Peter to their side. MJ had no expression. If anything she was entranced by Cat’s pleasure. She studied his moves in hopes of copying them somehow and giving Cat that same amount of joy.

Once Cat had finally had her fill, she signaled to Spidey that he could rest. He gave her reddened ass a kiss, having spanked it harder and longer than Cat had done to MJ earlier, and sat back on the bed, watching the wobbly legged beauty carry herself over to Rogue and MJ. Regaining her composure, she took the leash from Rogue and ordered MJ to stand. All too happily the woman did.

“Sweet sweet Mary Jane. You’ve severed me so well over these past months, and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t fun breaking you in,” Cat started, speaking sweetly to the model. “But with Spider-Man finally on my side, I no longer need you to convince him to surrender.”

MJ’s face began to turn from obediently happy to painfully sad. “What…what do you mean?”

“What I mean, dear, is you have outlived your purpose. I have what I want, and unfortunately you don’t fit into my future plans. In fact, you’re just a sad reminder of what stood in my way for so many years,” Cat put, and with that the symbiote that had recently taken its shape back around her body shot out from her, the tentacles wrapping around MJ’s neck, arms, and legs and lifting her into the air, demonstrating its power.

“But…but…I love…you…” Mary Jane choked out, hoping to convince her mistress to take her back.

“Oh Mary Jane, you ignorant slut,” and with that last word the symbiote finished her off. None of the three remaining supers in the room even flinched at the action. Cat looked back at Spidey just to make sure. His mask had been lifted enough to show his mouth, pulled into a smirk to match her own. That was all she needed to know that she had finally won. Whether it was through the scent or his own will breaking she would never know, or care to know. She had won. She had her king, and now it was time to get her kingdom.
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