Symbiote Blues update

Victoria Hand had gotten home from work, a sixteen-hour shift at SHIELD, and immediately laid down on the couch to sleep. She didn’t hear Peter entering the apartment. Even if she had, how could she have thought that the sound of a window being opened was that of a man breaking in, sixteen stories up.

He was feeling her up before she realized he was there. Eyes closed, semi-conscious, she almost meditated on the feel of his hand massaging between her legs. When she groaned awake, she saw Spider-Man leaning over her like a living shadow.

“Up and at ‘em, Sleeping Beauty,” he said, leering at her so obvious that it was apparent even through his mask. “You’ve got work to do.”

“Jesus Christ!” she gasped.

It was a warm summer day. Riding the subway had been sweltering. Getting home hot and sweaty, she had stripped down to nothing more than her panties before lying down. Now she tried to shield herself by covering her breasts with her hands and squeezing shut her thighs. That only trapped Peter’s hand inside her long, shapely legs, pressing it tighter against her thinly veiled groin.

“You can’t be here!” she yelped. “What are you doing here?”

“Feeling your cunt,” Peter said plainly, increasing the pressure so that the narrow strip of nylon shielding her pussy began to travel inside of her. “Doesn’t feel like a lesbian pussy. Feels like it could handle a nice, big cock.”

“You fucker!” she screamed, forgetting her modesty as she grabbed his forearm and pushed at it with her all her strength. It didn’t move an inch.

“That’s right,” Peter admitted, his finger now stroking along the nylon over Victoria’s slit, soon leaving it soaked through with her juices. “I fuck. And I’m going to show you what you’ve been missing, keeping your legs closed.”

He hooked his fingers in her panties and dragged them down around her knees.

“Spider-Man, no! What’s come over you? You’re a hero, you’re, you’re an inspiration to millions!”

“Like all the guys who’ve wanted to fuck you and never gotten a chance,” Peter said, whisking her panties on down her calves and off of her flailing feet. “You think only a woman can please you? I’m gonna show you how wrong you are.”

He snorted her panties like a bump of cocaine before tossing them aside, leaving Victoria completely naked. She was still groggy from her sleep, confused by the sheer shock of being accosted by a superhero in her own home. This violation didn’t seem real. Even as he pried her legs apart and started fondling her cunt with his warm, slimy-feeling glove, Victoria couldn’t believe that such a respected hero would treat her this way. She’d known he had lusted after her, enjoying the sight of her in a skintight SHIELD uniform every time he saw her, but she’d never dreamed he would act on those urges.

Peter chortled, his lewd grin apparent through his mask as he probed his gloved finger into her moist sex. “There—there’s your G-spot. Wasn’t so hard. Thought only a dyke could find it?”

“Oooooh!” Victoria whimpered, as his slender finger went deep into her defenseless cunt. She slapped him in desperation, but he unhesitantly slapped her back, then held down both of her wrists in one powerful hand. There was nothing she could do but lie there as he played with her, sparking her own arousal against her wishes. The fact that he was turning her on ashamed her more than the simple violation of her body. Tears of humiliation filled her eyes as he held her down and played with her pussy like it was nothing more than his plaything.

“Oh, God, Spider-Man… no… please…” she begged, blinking piteously at him. “Please!”

“Already eager for my cock, huh? You’ll just have to wait a bit. You’re not ready yet. We have to get you nice and wet first. Then you’ll see what being a woman is all about!”

“Leave me alone, damn you!”

“You’ve shown off that tight little ass to me once too often, babe. No more teasing. It’s time to see if you’re as good a lay as that catsuit makes you look.”

“I never teased anybody!” Victoria wailed, attempting to pull away from his wiggling finger before it aroused her any further. He really did know where her G-spot was; he knew exactly how to touch it. His glove had a strange, creamy texture that felt like massage oil being rubbed into her tenderness. 

“Bullshit,” Peter hissed. “Always leaving that zipper halfway down, bending over, stretching out. You practically do a striptease everytime I’m around. Is it just for me or do you love the thought of men wanting you when they can’t have you?”

“I… I…” She trailed off, unable to defend herself from his accusation. “I just d-didn’t think. I never meant to turn you on, honest I didn’t! Spider-Man, please! I’m a lesbian!”

“Not for much longer!” 

Still fingering her, he leaned down and mouthed one of her tender nipples. His mask pulled away from his mouth like water flowing downhill, leaving him free to take it into his lips, which tightened around the areola as he sucked hard. His tongue roughly scrubbed against the tip of her nipple, trapped inside his mouth, the wet heat of hungry suction sending an unwanted thrill through Victoria’s body.

“Ohhhh… oh, noooo,” Victoria moaned, thrashing about to try and get free one last time.

It was no use. Her strength was nothing next to his. He had her beaten, a free hand to do whatever he wanted with her, and he was doing just that, going from one responsive breast to the other, making Victoria moan harder while his finger kept jabbing inside her receptive slit. Her very body was betraying her, flooding her with more pleasure than she’d ever felt before. More pleasure than she’d ever felt with a woman.

“Don’t worry, Vicky. I’ll make sure you have plenty of fillies to suck on, since you enjoy it so much. I’ve built up quite the harem and they all enjoy each others’ company very much. Bad news for you is, they all rate the L Word stuff a distant second to yours truly. Want to find out why?”

He had her gasping for breath, her cunt hot and slick. She was on the verge of climax, actually blanking out the horrible way he was ravaging her to focus only on the pleasure, when he stood up, leaving her with only the terrible knowledge of how eager she’d been to come as he ravished her.

His black suit pulled away from his groin as it had his mouth.

“Take a look, Vicky.” He took hold of his erect cock and brandished it at her. “Tell me, do they make strap-ons this big?”

Victoria couldn’t speak. She’d seen men naked in the line of duty, but all of them were puny compared to Spider-Man. And he was half again as long and nearly twice as thick as the biggest strap-on she’d ever taken. Victoria couldn’t take her wide eyes off of it. “You’re a… you’re a fucking horse!”

“Yeah. But who’s getting ridden here?”

“Oh God!” Victoria keened, shaking her head. “That can’t—it won’t fit—I couldn’t possibly…”

“Relax, cocktease. With an attitude like that, you’ll never get it in your ass,” Peter growled, skinning his foreskin back from the burgeoning cockhead.

Victoria leapt to her feet, thinking that if she could lock herself in the bedroom, she would be safe. It was a halfhearted hope, knowing how easy it would be for him to break down the door, but Victoria didn’t even get that far. He caught her by the hair and threw her back down onto the couch. She sprung up again, trying to dash past him, but he grabbed her, this time pulling her against his body and kissing her roughly. Victoria felt her cunt twitching lustfully as his tongue invaded her mouth, her body pressed against his so she could feel his firm musculature through the thin costume.

“What’s the matter, baby? Like being on top?” Now Peter wrestled her down onto the floor, his halved mask revealing a leering grin looming over her. She closed her legs, but Peter wedged his knee between them and pried them open. “You’ll like this even more.”

“I don’t like cock! I don’t! I don’t, I don’t!” Victoria wailed, reaching down to clasp both hands over her cunt in a last-ditch effort to defend herself.

Peter was snorting like a bull. He grabbed Victoria by the wrists, forced them over her head, and pinned them in place.

“Let go of me!” Victoria cried piteously, thrashing about to try and free herself. “I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you, motherfucker!”

“You’ll thank me,” Peter retorted, and Victoria felt the fisted knob of his massive cock slap against the insides of her thighs. Victoria’s heart skipped a beat as she realized how big it was. Not just how it looked, but how utterly massive that baseball bat would feel inside her. 

Suddenly her heart was pounding wildly in her chest. She braced her bare feet on the floor and threw herself upward, trying to buck Peter off. She couldn’t budge him. He was solid muscle and she was only soft femininity. He pressed her down to the floor by simply lowering his body, covering hers with his own.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “You’ll like being my bitch. My cock’ll feel good inside you and you’ll love how my cum tastes. I’ll give you a second helping, since it’s your first time. Once in your cunt, once in that sweet little mouth. And when the other girls find out you’re stuffed full of my seed, you’ll make a lot of new friends. They all love how it tastes too.”

He shifted over her and his rampant erection unerringly found its target. Victoria whimpered haltingly, her teeth grinding together as she felt herself being stretched in a way it felt like her cunt had never been intended. He worked two-thirds of his huge knob into a gap that felt too small for any of it, then he looked her in her gaping eyes, wide circles of shocked denial, the pupils jittering as she tried to absorb what was happening to her. In the unpleasant anticipation, the pained moment of waiting for it to truly hurt—why was it that her pussy was clenching so hard?

Peter lunged into her brutally, plunging inch after inch of his engorged manhood into her until she was well and truly impaled on it.

“AHHH!” Victoria shrieked, her mouth opening as wide as her cunt had. “It hurts! Oh dear God, it fucking hurts!”

“The other girls like that too,” Peter said, coolly conversational as he rutted into her hard and fast. “Every single one of them wears skirts, no panties. Makes it easier to get a spanking. But that’s just for naughty girls. You’re a good girl, aren’t you? A good little girl taking my great big cock!”

He powered into her, his hips riding jagged up and down, as if he meant to drive her through the floor, make a hole with the chisel of his punishing cock.

“Shit!” she huffed, wincing, cringing, making fists so tight her nails bit into her palms. “Not so hard! Not so hard! You’re killing me!” 

“Just making room. We’ll need you nice and stretched out if you’re going to take all the cum I’m going to give you.”

There was no more conscience in him than any hard cock would have. He could smell her pheromones, read the microexpressions of pleasure that showed the lie of her resistance. She wanted nothing more than to be used as a tight little cunt, and that was all she was to him. Once he’d decided to take her, he wouldn’t be leaving her pussy until it was stuffed full.

Victoria’s head whipped from side to side, the red streak in it flashing through the air before her eyes as if mocking her. Now she was getting attention that she had never counted on when she’d given herself such an eye-catching dye job. Knowing it was useless to fight him, that it might provoke him into losing all consideration for her well-being, she crashed her tightly knotted fists down on the floor beside her as she withstood the pain and indignity of being used as his sex toy.

She had to hold onto the indignity, because the pain of his formidable weapon opening her up was swiftly ebbing away. It still hurt, but to her dismay, it hurt good.

“Oh nooooo,” Victoria wailed, trying to deny the bursts of pleasure filling her consciousness even as his bullish prick filled her sex. 

Soon, she would barely recall the indignity of it all. She would only be able to think of how good it felt. And how much she would like to be full of a man’s sweet cum.