Black Out update

“Is that woman tied up?” Carol asked, looking over Gwen. Then she turned to Mary Jane’s naked body. “And her… God… she’s not even conscious! What’d you do to her? Is that your cu—“

Peter punched her suddenly, his strength coupled with the symbiote’s enhancement hitting her with bone-jarring force. It might not’ve been enough to put her down, but it definitely knocked her for a loop, especially since she wasn’t expecting it. 

She went down, and while she was still stunned and surprised, Peter reached out with a tendril of symbiote. Its slimy black feelers splattered on her face and immediately began crawling around, slipping into her nostrils, her mouth. Not only was it cutting off her air, but it was feeding her soporific chemicals—the antithesis of the steroids it gave Peter to enhance his strength and stamina. In mere moments, she had been knocked out for good.

Peter detached the symbiotic tentacle, letting it slither down Carol’s airways. Carol lay against the rooftop’s parapet and one leg rested on the ledge, propped up there so that her thighs were parted. Peter could see the crotch of her costume, and while it wasn’t tight enough or thin enough to make that a very interesting sight, his cock still started to swell. 

Peter clapped his hands together. When he pulled them apart, the symbiote itself coiled between his fingers like a cat’s cradle. He pulled Carol’s arms above her head, using the length of disembodied symbiote to tie them together and bind them to a ventilation pipe emerging from the rooftop. Her legs he kicked apart, spreading them three free from each other, then webbing down both ankles. Carol moaned in her sleep, but Peter wasn’t greatly concerned. There was little she could do now.

Carol was now spread much like Gwen had been. Peter’s eyes gleamed with lust to look at her. She was helpless. He could strip her naked, play with her tits, feel her cunt, even fuck her. Peter wasn’t exactly attracted to her—Gwen had a cute, nubile girl-next-door thing going for her, and Mary Jane was a supermodel, but everything about Carol was bland and strident, from her resting bitch face to her toned but otherwise uninteresting body. But he couldn’t resist the opportunity that had so casually presented itself. The symbiote was telling him to go for it, so he might as well. After all, if anyone needed to get laid, it was Carol Danvers.

He squatted between her legs, touching her inner thigh and feeling her body heat through the costume. Carol softly whimpered, but didn’t wake up. All her power wasn’t much good when she was asleep. In fact, Peter mused, if she’d had his spider-sense, she could’ve easily avoided the attack. Or if she was smart enough not to roll up so cocky in her power, like a cop performing a traffic stop. Well, he’d made his share of mistakes in his time. He guessed Carol would have to learn the hard way about the value of discretion. 

He ripped open the crotch of her suit and saw her panties. Boring, bland, basic—she might as well have been wearing tighty-whiteys. Still, Peter put his hand on her groin, feeling the heat of her pussy underneath the crotch of her panties. She couldn’t very well ruin having a warm pussy. And the more he felt her pussy, the hotter she seemed to feel.

Carol’s hips jaunted a little, writhing at his fingertips, and Peter gave a small smile. When he made mistakes, he tended to get strapped to a death trap. All Carol would have to put up with was some hot sex. Maybe he should fuck her in the ass, just to keep things equitable. 

He slipped a finger inside the crotch of her panties, slowly feeling the hair of her pussy, carefully touching the pink lips of her labia. They were moist. When he pulled back on the band of fabric, he saw that Carol’s cunt was dripping wet. Maybe she’d liked what she’d seen of Mary Jane and Gwen. Or maybe she just enjoyed getting a little rough treatment.

Peter let go of her panties. They snapped back against her cunt and Carol’s eyes shot open. “Spider-Man!”

Peter smiled down at her. “I love the way you say my name. I can just hear the hyphen.”

Carol tried to move her arms, her legs, and realized she couldn’t. She strained against her bonds, smirking smugly at him, expecting to be able to easily break free. She was quite surprised when all her struggles got her was sore wrists. The symbiote he’d pumped into her system would eventually break down, but while it was active in her bloodstream, it would be sending chemical relaxants to all those powerful muscles. Durable she might be—and a good thing too, as Peter planned to put her through her paces—but at the moment, she was weak as a kitten.

“What are you doing?” Carol demanded, rage now covering for the sudden misgivings she felt. “Why’d you tie me up? Let me go, Parker! Don’t look at my panties!”

Peter gave her a commiserating look as he patted her on the hip. “Don’t worry, Carol, there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for all of this. See, I have this thing for women with really bad haircuts, and now that you’re here, well, I feel it’s only fair you do something about Mr. Happy here.”

He reached down to rub his engorged cock and Carol irresistibly followed his hand with her eyes, first gaping at the sheer size of his erection, then contorting her expression with growing fear as she realized where that hard-on was destined to go.

“Don’t you dare, Parker! You’d better let me go right now or you’re going to be in so much shit!” Carol yelled. “I’ll tell Tony about this! Iron Man won’t like it!”

Peter scowled. “I have no idea where people get the idea that Tony Stark adopted me like some Vietnamese orphan. I’m a grown man. Oh well, I’m sure you’ll figure that out yourself by the fifth inch or so.”

Carol renewed her twisting attempts to pull free. Peter guessed it had been a while since she hadn’t been able to bend the odd bar of titanium. She was taking to it like a cat to a bath. “How dare you talk to me like that! Don’t you know who I am?”

Peter laughed, tossing a camera over to the rooftop’s radio tower and webbing it in place to get plenty of autotimed shots of Carol writhing around with her askew panties on display. Jolly Jonah might not print it, but it’d look great in his portfolio. “No, Carol. I don’t know who you are. Nobody knows who you are. You seem to think you’re some kind of big deal, but honestly, I think Black Knight has been an Avenger for longer than you have. Only he doesn’t go around acting like he could beat Thanos with one punch.”

“I could beat Thanos with one punch!” Carol shrieked. “Let me go right now! Parker, when I get out of this, I’m going to break every bone in your body!”

“God, even your threats aren’t that creative,” Peter said dolefully. “You know who else has threatened to break every bone in my body? The Shocker, the Scorpion, I think one of the knock-off Kravens once. It’s just not A-material, you know.” Peter hefted his cock in his hand, its erection straining out fully hard, and he rapped its weight down on Carol’s mound like he was pounding a gavel. “I’m going to fuck you until you think you’re a sock puppet and my cock is the hand. See, I’m not saying that’s top-shelf threatening, but I at least put some effort in.”

“Stop it!” Carol cried, closing her eyes and wrenching her head away as if by not looking at his prick hard enough, she could forget the sight of it, the feel. “Just… put that thing away! What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m playing with you,” Peter said. “The rest of you is no prize, so I’m playing with your little cunt and if it passes muster as at least a warm hole, I’m going to fuck it. It might not be as good as fucking my own hand, but maybe the pictures I take will be good for a laugh. Personally, I think it’d be kinda hilarious if you really did one-punch Thanos, but all anyone could talk about was the time we did a photoshoot of you taking my cock.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” Carol shouted, although the way she was struggling against the webbing would seem to imply she had some concerns about him and his daring, after all.

Peter cold-cocked her, bloodying her nose and driving her skull into the concrete beneath her hard enough to send skittering lines of damage radiating outward from her head. “I don’t know how much you know about science, blondie, but I actually haven’t depowered you. I’ve just tranquilized you to the point that you’re about as strong as a kid coming back from the dentist. So you can actually take quite a pounding—quite a lot of pain—without passing out. I’d think about that before I opened my fucking mouth. Unless you want to suck me off, of course.”

“Oh God…” Carol whimpered, seeing the fire in his eyes and realizing just how serious he was. She was so stunned, her chin actually sagged, parting her lips.

Peter smiled in amusement. “Then again, you don’t look like the type who’s much good at blowjobs. I think I’m going to stick with the Wet Hole plan for now…”

With that said, Peter ripped away Carol’s panties altogether. He had to admit, she had a nice little cunt. No obvious flaws, no funny smell. Peter was a little surprised—she seemed like the type to have a bug up her ass because of something going on down there.

“Not bad,” he said. “Even a little wet. Do you like being tied up, Carol? You honestly seem a little too boring for anything like that, but then, it is always the quiet ones, isn’t it?”

Carol didn’t reply. Her face was flushed with shame. She tried to close her thighs, but it was hopeless. The webbing held her legs apart and kept her on helpless display. She could even hear Peter’s camera clicking away, taking more pictures of her debasement. Embarrassed tears streamed down her face and she looked away from Peter, afraid to keep seeing him.

“You ever had a prick in this cute little pussy, Carol? You don’t seem too fond of men, so there is that. But like I said, it is always the quiet ones. Maybe you’ve had a dozen cocks up inside you. Maybe mine won’t make a difference. What’s one more fuck to a slut like you?”

He ran his hand over Carol’s pussy, feeling the silken hair that covered it. He parted her lips and took a look at the glossy folds inside her. Her clit jutted out and he touched it lightly. Carol’s hips jerked and she tried once more to break free. Peter noted with some amusement that the effort made her creamy thighs jiggle, actually making her look a little appealing. Maybe if she showed off a little gam, she’d have been a bit more memorable. He touched her clit again and watched her breasts bound inside her uniform. They were still far too buttoned up for his tastes, but it was a start.

“Don’t touch me!” Carol screeched. “You nasty motherfucker!”

“I’m nasty?” Peter asked innocently, before ramming his middle finger inside her. Her cunt tightened all around it. “You’re the one getting off on it.”

Carol’s eyes rolled back in her head as he fucked his finger in and out, not caring if it hurt her. “Motherfucker…” she said again, but her voice was thick with passion. Peter smiled, then hooked his finger inside her sex and lifted. Carol cried out painfully, arching her hips to relieve her suffering, and catching the sight of Peter’s grin widening at how obedient she was proving.

With her hips up off the ground, he ripped away the rest of her bottoms, leaving her naked from the waist down. He kept tearing the bottom of her costume away, ripping up the leggings until she was naked down to her boots, where the webbing held her ankles. Then, like a little boy ripping the wings off a fly, he tore the soles off her boots and tauntingly pinched her big toe between his thumb and forefinger.

“Don’t worry,” he told her, “I’m not into feet. I’m going to be fucking your cunt, so we’ll both enjoy ourselves.”