Spider-Man: CT

Why was she doing this?

Felicia Hardy had been a cat burglar, it was true, but those days were long over with. She had people to steal for her now. She could order gunmen to do a smash and grab to take anything she wanted. She could outright buy any loot she craved. Why was she bothering to sneak into a penthouse after dark to knock over one piddling safe?

Maybe it was that it was the Eye of Aragon in that safe. Maybe she was just nostalgic. It was exciting her a little, being in her costume—even updated, there wasn’t much point to putting her new one on when she just gave orders and signed checks. At least this gave her an excuse.

She overcame the lock on the window—it wasn’t like they could expect anyone to pick it thirty stories up—and slipped silently inside. The room was divided by an alcove. Felicia was standing in the part with the kitchenette and the television set. The bed was in the other section, barely visible in the darkness.

At first, Felicia thought she was alone. Then she heard springs squeaking.

"Your cunt is so tight," a man groaned.

It was Peter.

"Fuck me with your big cock, Daddy," a woman urged him. "It gets harder every time you put it in my pussy."

Stunned, Felicia's immediate reaction was to flee. But her feet would only move in one direction. Forward, toward the bed. As Felicia silently drew closer, the figures on the bed seemed to jump out in the darkness. It was as if her eyes were casting a light on them that only she could see. And suddenly, Felicia could see everything. 

Peter was sprawled on top of her own protégé, Cindy Moon. His bare ass was bobbing up and down between her spread thighs. The squishing of his pumping cock in her damp pussy sounded like waves lapping against the shore.

"Ready for my cum?" Peter asked.

"Give it to me, Daddy," Cindy moaned, her young voice squeaking and straining immaturely. "Fill me full of hot jizz."

"Hang on."

Felicia could see the cheeks of Peter's ass clenching as his cock lurched in Cindy's cunt. In her mind, she pictured the white cum spurting, thought she could hear it hissing. Peter had always come so much when he was with her—did Cindy even have room for all of it?

Felicia looked away, trying to free herself from the obscene spectacle. But she found herself staring into an all revealing mirror that covered the wall like the side of a dance studio. Not only was she confronted with the reflection of her ex and her would-be conquest fucking, she was forced to stare into her own ashen face.

The effect was hypnotic. Felicia braced herself against the mirror, breaking her hands of what they wanted to do, to touch, by plunging them against the cool surface of the glass, but still watching herself watch Peter fuck Cindy. She’d intended much the same for herself: strap on a cock, mount the little witch, fuck her brains out and watch those surprisingly well-appointed breasts fly as she tried to take it. Felicia had been working on Cindy for ages, plying her, seducing her, earning her trust, and now Peter had just whipped out his big cock and Cindy was his bitch, as stupid as Felicia had been.

Peter's manhood withdrew from Cindy's pussy, glistening even in the half-light. Cindy grabbed for it, giggling when it slipped from her hands. She was playing with it, rubbing her own juices into it, delighting in how long it took her small hands to travel over its immense length. And still she didn’t appreciate that cock half as much as Felicia would have. If only Peter weren’t such a bastard, such a goody-two-shoes, if only he’d whip it out for her instead of some know-nothing newbie.

Finally, Cindy jumped to her knees. Peter's prick couldn't escape now. She was stuffing it into her mouth, keeping it hard with a blow-job. Felicia watched, disbelieving, as its equally immense imprint traveled Cindy’s bulging cheek and slid to the back of her throat. Cindy gagged, she sputtered, but Peter’s member kept going in, until Felicia could see the swan-like delicacy of Cindy’s throat distended by the monster entering it.

"You can't stand to see my prick soft, can you?" Peter laughed.

Cindy responded with sucking noises. Her lips wriggled down the shaft of Peter's cum-slicked cock. Her nostrils were flaring as she tried to breathe, and Felicia could only imagine how Peter’s crotch smelled to her, filled with cum and covered with it too, his and hers.

Peter flopped back on the bed, moaning. "Oh, eat me, baby, eat me!"

Felicia's view in the mirror was unblocked. Cindy's mouth stroked Peter's hard-on. Her hand squeezed Peter's balls, while the fingers of the other massaged his asshole. Felicia didn’t know if she wanted to be fucking Cindy’s face or on the receiving end of the same fuck.

Peter got hotter and hotter. He could no longer be passive. "Let me fuck you in the mouth," he said to Cindy.

The bodies moved on the bed, firm, perfectly, glistening with sweat and red with pleasure. Peter crawled on top of Cindy again. Only this time his crotch was flush against her face.

Peter ground his hips in the classic motion of fucking. He was using Cindy's mouth as a pussy. Cindy moaned into his thrusting, gagging on him and enjoying it, eyes closed as she took him, just delighting in being allowed to receive him however he chose to give himself to her. 

As Felicia watched, she recalled the taste of Peter's cock. She found herself licking her lips, half-wishing it was she on the bed blowing him.

But her desire did not stop there. For the reflection in the mirror also gave her a perfect view of Cindy's wide-open cunt.

Felicia blacked out for a moment. When she caught up with herself, her lips were shivering from cold glass. She was kissing the mirror right on the spot where she had seen that wet pussy.

She pulled back, shocked by her behavior. But the lewd images in the mirror would not go away. Nor would the burning between Felicia's legs. Her cunt was on fire. As though they belonged to a stranger, she felt her fingers clawing between her legs, touching her cunt through her costume, and it was so sensitive that it was like the leather wasn’t even there.

Felicia's mind made a desperate adjustment. She closed her eyes and imagined it was Cindy's pussy she was fingering. Somehow it seemed more natural than lurking in the shadows and doing it to herself.

Moans of passion bubbled to Felicia's lips. She was on the verge of tipping off her presence when something completely unforeseen saved her.

Something turned the blackness behind Felicia's closed eyelids to a dull orange. When she blinked, a growing shaft of light from the bathroom door was bathing her face.

Somebody was coming out. They'd trip right over her if she didn't move.

Felicia scooted out of the way just in time. From behind a chair, she saw a beautiful naked woman emerge from the bathroom.

Gwen was medium-height, and slim, her body modestly proportioned, but actually about as curvaceous as Cindy, who was surprisingly stacked for such a petite woman. The two nude women could almost have been sisters, at least in body… a thought that was all the more alluring to Felicia.

"Did I miss anything?" she asked Cindy and Peter.

"Ah, you know me better than that, Gwen," Peter said. "Just as soon as I'm finished fucking Cindy in the mouth, I'll give you your share."

Gwen waved him off, saying, "It's all right, lover. The truth is I get a charge out of watching you two get it on. "

"Then you ought to appreciate this," Peter grunted.

As he pushed his hips against Cindy's face, his cock went off in her mouth. The room filled with her gulping sounds as she sucked down Peter's squirting jizz. Then Peter’s long, satisfied exhale as Cindy kept sucking, desperate for one last drop from his exhausted manhood.

"God, that makes me hot," Gwen panted, rubbing her blonde cunt to show her arousal.

"Come on, get on the bed," Peter suggested. "You can help me fuck Cindy in the ass. That's where she likes it the most."

Cindy took Peter's prick put of her mouth. Cum spilled down her chin.

"You two really have everything figured out, don't you?" she gurgled, her throat thick with Peter's jizz. "But I guess I knew what I was getting into."

"Oh, honey, you have no idea," Gwen gushed.

Gwen reached out and stroked Cindy's tits. Surprising the older woman, Cindy bolted upright and suddenly kissed her.

Gwen shivered in Cindy's embrace as she tasted Peter's fresh cum on the teenager's lips and tongue. Her knee went into Cindy's crotch, while Peter moved to one side as a temporary spectator.

Peter was stroking his cock, getting off on the sight of the two women passing his cum from mouth to mouth with a French kiss. It was the perfect tonic for a prick that had just come twice within minutes but was being counted on to fuck again. His overworked dick stayed as hard as a rock.

"Roll over on your stomach, Chun Li," Gwen purred to Cindy when they broke their sloppy kiss. "I'll get your ass ready for spider-daddy's cock."

Cindy flopped over, sticking her round butt up in the air. As if she were revealing a treasure, she parted her plump ass-cheeks. Her asshole shone—a puckering circle of scarlet brilliance.

"Use your tongue, you racist bitch," Cindy urged.

"With pleasure!" Gwen smacked her lips.

The older woman brought her face to the crack of Cindy's ass. Her long, flicking tongue tickled the tender target she’d chosen.

"Don't tease me," Cindy panted impatiently. "Stick your tongue in my ass. Ream me out."

Grabbing Cindy's hips, Gwen plunged her mouth against the teenager's succulent asshole. The slurping sound of her tongue squirming up the tight opening was loud and wet.

"Hurry up," Peter said from the end of the bed. "It you chicks don't stop turning me on, I'm gonna come in my hand."

Felicia already was doing that very thing. Her playful fingers were wet with her juices. She had taken off enough of her costume to feel her dampness firsthand. Secondhand as well, counting what she was doing to her clit.

Unnoticed in a corner, she was giving her cunt a workout. Her constant moaning was stifled by a sweet pair of women's panties she found on the floor and stuffed in her mouth to avoid advertising her presence.

Felicia was in a dream-like state. Her constant coming added that, of course, but the main cause was the curse of reality. It was far better for her mind to float than to touch down on the bitter truth of what all this meant.

So Felicia focused on the action through the soft lens of her senses rather than with the harsh glare of reason. Riding the peaks of her climax, she told herself that the excitement would never end.

On the bed, things had progressed into a feverish state. Her asshole greased with Gwen's spit, Cindy was sitting on top of Peter, her back to him. Peter's stiff prick was engulfed in her wriggling ass.

Gwen was leaning in from the side, her face inches from the junction of cock and ass. She licked Cindy's cunt and stroked her tits.

Gradually, Cindy eased back until her back was resting on Peter's chest. Now Gwen's oral attention wandered back and forth from female to male. One moment she was tongue-fucking Cindy's pussy, the next she was taking Peter's balls in her mouth. She couldn’t tell which tasted better. She wanted both of them to come in her mouth. 

Staring up at the ceiling Peter was puffing raggedly. For the third time within minutes, he was ready to come inside Cindy's naked body.

"Can't hold it anymore!" he gasped as his crotch bucked. "Gonna come in Cindy's ass!"

"Mmmmm, a fresh load of jizz," Gwen murmured. "I'd better get my share."

"Shoot it, Daddy, shoot it!" Cindy cried.

Peter's body went rigid. He was coming.

"God, it's so hot!" Cindy reacted with a squeal.

"Gimme some," Gwen slurped. "Don’t hog it all, Cindy."

Reclining on Peter's chest, Cindy grunted. Cum foamed around the circle of her prick-stuffed asshole. Then it was trickling down Peter's cock and balls.

Gwen showed her appreciation with greedy sucking. Her mouth was like a sponge as she lapped up the leaking jism.

However, hidden in her secret corner, Felicia didn't see it. She had passed the point of no return by now, and was completely turned-on to herself. The plunging fist that she fucked her cunt with made her come again and again.

The panties Felicia had stuffed into her mouth to stifle her cries were drenched with spit and chewed to rags. Finally, they could do their job no longer. The trio on the bed suddenly froze.

"What the hell is that?" Peter said in a hush.

"It's right out there in the room," Cindy whispered.

"Mmmmm, it feels sooo gooood," Felicia mindlessly moaned. She didn't know where she was.

Peter jumped off the bed and switched on the light. He was the first to see Felicia.

She was flat on her back, her costume knotted around her waist. Between her spread legs, her forearm pistoned back and forth. Her fist was buried in her squishing cunt to the wrist.

"I see someone got our invitation,” Peter said.

“She’s here?" Gwen gasped. She jumped off the bed, joining her lover. 

When Felicia opened her eyes, she was looking up into the faces of all three of the spiders. Hate filled the air.

"You freak!" Felicia screamed. “I hate you! Hate you!”

“Is that what I’m smelling?” Peter asked, his eyes down at Felicia’s sex. “Hatred?”

Felicia clamped her lips shut, furiously staring at him. He shrugged, then reached down to haul her up to her feet. Gwen ripped away the rest of her costume, Gwen holding her legs when she tried to kick. Together, they manhandled her over to a chair and sat her down in it, Peter locking her in place with strategically applied webbing to her wrists and ankles.

“I thought you might enjoy the show,” he said, backing away as she struggled to free herself. “I had no idea you’d give yourself away so quickly. From what I remember, even you didn’t use to come that fast. Maybe you’ve just gotten a bit of a hair trigger. Running a crime syndicate isn’t as much of an aphrodisiac as a good leather catsuit.”

“Fuck you!” Felicia roared.

Gwen and Cindy had collapsed into a single armchair, exhausted and giggingly happy just to cuddle. Peter wandered past them, running a hand over their joined bodies, before sitting down on the bed.

“Kitty?” he called. “Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.”

A feminine silhouette filled the doorway to the room, casting a long feline shadow into the room. Felicia stared fixedly as she walked forward. It was impossible. It couldn’t be! 

But no. It was her, Felicia Hardy. Back in her old costume, every double-D of her. Her breasts heaved as pridefully as Felicia’s ever had, her stomach was just as resistant to the most unmerciful tightness of her catsuit, and her legs were, if anything, even longer and more smooth, with not one wrinkle all the way to her boots.

“Oh my God,” ‘Kitty’ said, standing over Felicia’s discarded costume. “Is that seriously what you wear in this universe? Is your… are your boobs the nose? Christ, just show the girls off, they can’t possibly be worse than some avant-garde statement.”

“Kitty here’s from an alternate dimension,” Peter began.

“She gets it,” Kitty said. “Heard you’d become a major bitch, thought seeing yourself get fucked six ways from Sunday… or at least four… might convince you to be a little less see you next Tuesday. I don’t care either way. I’m having a fivesome. And honestly, the alternate universe bondage thing? Is helping. C’mon, Peter. Let’s show her the O-face she could be wearing.”

“You… you lied to me about the Eye being here? There’s no loot?”

“If she doesn’t shut up, web her mouth shut,” Kitty suggested. “Talking’s on the bottom of a short list of what you can do with your mouth at the moment, babe.”

Felicia couldn't bear to watch, but she couldn't help it either. She whimpered helplessly when she wasn't trying to pull her hands free. What she would do if she got loose wasn't clear in her mind, but she was trying.

Kitty and Peter wrapped their arms around one another and kissed soulfully. Peter swept his hands down onto the creamy smooth healthiness of Kitty's asscheeks and kneaded the packed flesh with a lewd appreciation.

Felicia grew furious. What a cruel trick they had played on her. What an unfair punishment. 

"Let me loose!" she gasped.

Kitty and Peter both looked at her, and Peter said, "Not yet."

"What do you want from me? You want me to say I'm sorry?"

"That would be nice," Kitty said. "If you could make yourself mean it. Mostly, we just want you to lie there and suffer. Like I said, it’s kinda doing it for me?”

Felicia looked to Peter, but he didn't have sympathy to offer. In fact, he appeared to be enjoying the sight of her all trussed up and powerless.

Kitty and Peter resumed kissing, ignoring Felicia, but not for one minute forgetting that she was there. Everything they did was for her benefit, or suffering. They were going to enjoy themselves and rub Felicia's face in it, in not being able to participate, in not even being able to enjoy herself.

"I wanna suck Cindy’s lipstick off your prick," Kitty said to Peter.

"Mmmmm, and I want your pussy! It's been too long since I’ve had something as… Hardy as you."

Kitty pulled her zipper down low until not only was her belly button exposed, but the soft folds of her labia, sprouting from the tightness of her catsuit like a flower in blossom. "Just lie back. I'll give you a refresher course."

Peter lowered onto his ass and stretched his legs out to either side of Kitty. He lay back, away from Felicia's view. Kitty turned around and positioned herself astride him. She dropped onto both elbows and lowered her ass and crotch to his face.

Felicia watched, no more than two feet away from her doppelganger's flushing face. She was trying to figure out something to do, something to say.

Peter's heavy prick was lying back over his lower stomach, looking like it was taking a short rest. As if not to disturb it, Kitty bowed her head between his legs and slid her tongue out onto his swollen balls.

Peter had been waiting for it, and he groaned his pleasure. "Nnnnn, you haven't lost a thing!"

She wriggled her lower body, partly in enjoyment and partly in invitation. Peter accepted, sweeping the flat of his tongue up over the dangling folds of her cunt.

Kitty gave a soft, girlish laugh of delight and busily flicked her tongue against his balls. She showed her skills and her caring and affection, and the thick log of Peter's prick rose toward her throat.

Felicia burned with jealousy at seeing Kitty have such an effect on Peter. She'd wanted to be the only one for him. Had thought she could be. Now she knew otherwise.

Kitty's whisking tongue moved back over the top of Peter's scrotum. It swept over the base of his cock as she pulled her head completely from between his legs.

Her own crotch pressed lower, ultimately pressing onto Peter's mouth. It made it easier for him to gobble into her, removing the neck strain as it did, and he took full advantage.

"Mmmm, mmm, mmmmm!" he moaned into her cunt, his jaws and lips and tongue all working in raunchy unison and drawing groans of response from Kitty's mouth.

At first, Felicia thought they were only doing it to torment her, but that notion passed. It sounded too sincere to be simple play-acting.

Kitty thumbed Peter’s cock at the base and stood the throbbing prick upright. She paused a moment, just looking at it, taking in the rich, virile beauty of the reddened cock from her point of view directly above.

Then, as if she simply had to have it in her mouth, Kitty spread her lips and bobbed her head onto the powerful hard-on. The oval of her lips swept down all the way to the base with one smooth motion.

Smoother than me, Felicia thought. Could it be she had more practice? How long had she and Peter been going at it? Could it even be that in her universe, she and Peter were a couple?

Kitty worked her mouth up and down on Peter's prick with true devotion. Sucking noises escaped her mouth.

Slurping was coming from where Peter was working as well. His tongue was diving into the fiery opening of her pussy, drilling for her intimate juices. The wetness rolled out for him and he sucked them into his mouth. He palmed her wide ass as if he’d never felt anything so fine.

There were no words between the two. They knew each other too well. Knew the responses and what they meant, and knew just what area to concentrate on to slow things down or speed up the excitement. They communicated by caress and response. They didn't need words.

Peter took time out from his cunt-sucking to move his tongue on her clit with heavy, quick, circular motions. Kitty gasped laughingly and cooed knowingly, wise to what he was up to. She wrapped a hand around his cock and jerked him off quickly. They were agreeing that it was time for a come.

Thoroughly enjoying themselves, Kitty and Peter attacked each other's pleasure. Sheer enjoyment was written all over their faces as they avidly sought one another's climax. Their bodies swam against each other on the bed, their passions reaching a fever pitch.

Kitty aimed his cock at her open mouth, and Felicia watched in fascination as the first streams of his cum came jetting forth. Kitty closed her lips on the spasming end of his prick and swallowed. Her hand continued pumping up and down on his climaxing manhood.

Rising to meet Peter's orgasm was Kitty's own. Her cries were muffled by his cock and his cum, but the intensity of her release was apparent in her spuming, convulsing body.

Felicia shivered deep down, knowing just how it felt. She was envious. Not jealous, as she'd first thought.

Peter lapped at the outer folds of Kitty's pussy as she shuddered with orgasm. Reciprocating, the curvy woman affectionately chewed and sucked at his shrinking member. The last liquids were drawn out and the last shudders of total pleasure drifted away. But there was the pleasure of just being intimate with one another.

For long minutes, Felicia felt forgotten. But then Kitty's eyes came to her. The woman looked pleased but Felicia was concerned, unsatisfied. There was more in store.

Kitty rolled off of Peter to the far side. He lifted onto his elbows and she twisted around, kissing his lips. She paused to lick at them where they were damp with her.

"I’m sorry," Felicia said. “I won’t bother you again! Now let me go!”

Peter and Kitty looked at her.

"In due time," Kitty said.

"God, what now?"

"We'll think of something."

"I’ll stop trying to kill you! Isn't that enough?"

"Not quite," Kitty said, "is it, darling?"

"Nope!" Peter smiled.

Felicia turned her eyes away.

"Go on then," she said. "Have your fun! Get your jollies! See if I care!"

"Well, you heard her, darling," Kitty said. "Shall we fuck?"

"Love to, but as you can see, I'm not quite prepared."

"Remember how she used to fix that?"

"Remember? I'm dreaming of it."

Kitty shifted around. She lay down on her back, parallel with Felicia. She spread her legs wide, and Peter moved into a fuck position between them.

Curiosity getting the better of her, Felicia's attention turned to the couple. She couldn't resist the possibility of seeing her own history with Spider reenacted.

Kitty's feet lifted into the air as she drew her legs farther back to either side of Peter. She reached dawn between their bodies, one hand grasping his limp cock and the other prying open her cunt.

With gentle fingers and knowing hands, she tucked Peter's cock into her passage. She set his limp prick in a straight line with her inner womanhood, starting right at the base.

That accomplished, Peter dropped onto both elbows over her. Kitty's legs lifted higher, her knees angling back to his shoulders. She drew his tongue into her mouth in a succulent kin. Her open hands moved down his back.

Felicia's eyes followed them. She had no way of knowing what Kitty planned to do.

Kitty spread her hands on Peter's asscheeks and dug her fingers in. She pulled his ass forward, making him push against her cunt. When she let go, he remained still, his mouth still glued to hers.

Kitty extended the tip of a middle finger and touched it to the small of his back. She slowly slid it forward toward the crack of her man's ass.

Felicia watched the tip of the finger, and then the finger itself disappeared into Peter's deep asscrack and she swallowed, anticipating what would happen next.

Kitty probed at the tight ring of Peter's asshole. His knees parted. She curled her finger and pushed the tip in. It pushed past his resisting ring and entered his asshole. She pushed on, fucking her finger into him as thoroughly as his cock was embedded in her cunt.

Peter groaned and Kitty moaned, and as they continued kissing, they shared a wicked look. Peter's body undulated and she squirmed under him.

"I just felt a surge," Peter said to her. 

"I felt it too. You just got bigger."

"Good stuff, huh?"

"It was always good, lover."

"Yeah! It was!"

Kitty cocked her head to one side. "Better than Felicia?"

"Oh, you're cruel," Peter said, and kissed her to shut her up.

Felicia felt entranced. She was watching Kitty's hand moving, working her finger in and out and around inside Peter's anus. The way he was squirming, and the way. Kitty was moaning and twisting under him, he had to be getting hard. It was a neat trick.

"Oooooh!" Kitty moaned wantonly. "That was a good one! You grew almost an inch that time! Or a foot! It's holding me back!"

"You're so tight!"

"Just trying to keep you from giving too much, too soon," she said.

Peter rocked his hips from side to side above her upturned ass, shifting his cock for greater comfort inside the steamy clasp of her cunt. "I'll give you too much, too soon," he said playfully, and Kitty rolled her head back with a soft, gurgling laugh.

Envy lifted through Felicia again. It was making her so horny too, watching like she was. She pressed her thighs together and tried to squeeze thrills out of her clit. She ached to be with them. Being cut off was torture.

"Oh God!" Kitty gasped. "I do believe you're ready to fuck!"

"Gonna leave your finger in my ass while I get started?" he asked.

"I wouldn't want you to stall."

Grinning with her, Peter hoisted his ass and thrust forward. Holding her legs back and up, Kitty rotated her hips to greet his cock inside her with more friction. She held her finger deep in his ass and fucked him with short, quick strokes.

"Nnnnhhhh!" she gasped, taking her finger from his asshole. "I better take it easy with you!"

"I guess I missed your cunt," he said. Lifting his ass higher and higher; he fucked her with his hot, hard prick.

"Nnnnnn, and I missed your cock!" she groaned. "And your fucking! You've kept in shape, haven't you?"

Then he lifted himself onto straight arms and drove his arched body at her with tireless enthusiasm. Kitty gasped for breath and her head rolled dizzily.

Felicia tore her eyes away, wondering why she was torturing herself by watching. She was only helping them make her suffer.

But the increasingly enthusiastic fucking went on, with Peter's hips slapping down on Kitty's ass and his cock fucking into the depths of her fiery cunt.

Groaning sounds rasped out of Kitty's throat. And Peter was starting to sound like a rutting animal. Felicia tried not to listen, but couldn't fend it off. She wanted to cry with frustration.

Kitty's raised heels started to kick, her legs flexing tautly. Her whole body was spuming as climax seized her fevered mind. And above her, Peter's head was pulling back, a look of total rapture on his face as he fucked out the surging energy of his own orgasm.

Felicia turned eyes to them again and watched them go soft together. They nuzzled and kissed, and finally Peter shifted off to lie on his back.

Felicia chanelled her own disappointment and longing into anger, as she’d become adept at doing. “Alright, you’ve had your fun! You’ve made your point! Now let me go!”

“Not just yet,” Peter said. He got up to rip Felicia’s bonds away, but when she scrambled to make a break for it, he easily caught her by the scruff of the neck and hauled her over to the bed. He threw her down on her belly and just webbed her in place again, spread-eagled next to Kitty.

“That looks fun!” Cindy commented, still nuzzled up against Gwen. Felicia had entirely forgotten about her, but knowing that someone else had enjoyed the ‘private show’ Peter and Kitty had put on, as well as her own distress. God, had all four of them enjoyed having her trussed up and flustered? Was she, even now, working them into a frenzy with her unwilling arousal? The guest of honor at an orgy she couldn’t even fucking join in on?

“Maybe we should try pissing off Peter sometime,” Gwen suggested.

“Say Barbara Gordon is the best Batgirl,” Peter told them. “You see, Cat, it’s not just me you’ve pissed off. You’ve caused a lot of trouble all around the city. In fact, your men nearly killed poor Spider-Woman.”

“Like I give a shit!” Felicia hissed, now determined not to give any more ground. She knew they wouldn’t really hurt her, none of them had the guts. They’d just put her in prison, and she could get out of there easy enough. She just had to put up with their bullshit a little while longer and then she’d kill them all.

“You might want to,” Peter offered. “Because she’s here now and—there’s no easy way to say this—she’s taken her belt off.”

Felicia screamed as she felt a long, leather weight descend upon her bare buttocks.

“I have to say, usually I don’t like these street-ready costumes,” Peter commented, getting out of Jessica’s way as she cocked her arm again. “But they do seem to have their advantages.”

“If you think the belt’s nice, you should see what I have in my pockets,” Jessica teased. She brought her belt down again. Felicia yowled.

As the furious brunette whipped Felicia's naked ass with vicious lashes of the belt, Peter moved to spoon her gorgeous body and then thought better of it. Jessica looked wildly obscene and desirable in her fury. Her creamy tits quivered and her eyes blazed and her gorgeous ass bounced in time to her punishing lashes. On the bed, the platinum blonde's screams had become painful gasps as her naked ass turned into a glowing crimson, mass. Sweat covered Felicia's silky flesh, giving it a gloss that enhanced her ripe, trembling curves.

Felicia might disagree, but Peter found it a lot of fun to watch.

Jessica uncoiled the belt from her fist and tossed it aside, panting with effort. She'd worked most of the rage out of her system, and now she was madly aroused. She wallowed in the feeling of power she felt, knowing that Felicia was utterly helpless and at her mercy.

"Now you’re really going to see what you’ve been missing," she told Felicia, who shook with her sobs.

Jessica took a vibrator out of her pocket and switched it on. She hunched down between the girl's spread legs.

Beneath her burning ass-cheeks, Felicia's hot pink cunt clenched eagerly. The whipping had a strange effect on her. While the pain was agonizing, she'd gotten feverishly horny, too. Her cunt smoldered along with her tender ass, and when she felt the quivering vibrator slip into her pussy, she whimpered and eagerly wriggled her hips.

Jessica began fucking the sobbing girl, gently at first. She moved in lewd strokes, working the long plastic cock into the platinum blonde's sucking cunt with twists and wriggles that made her cry out with excitement. The brunette showered kisses on Felicia's burning ass at the same time, soothing kisses at first. The kisses became hotter, wilder until Jessica was nipping the luscious hills with her teeth, her own pussy starting to throb intensely.

Jessica's ass was hovering in the air, her knees folded under her as she fucked the cock faster in Felicia's helpless cunt. Peter went to the foot of the bed, his long prick looming out. He clutched Jessica’s hips.

"Yes!" cried Jessica, her ass shuddering with urgency. "Fuck me, Peter! Shove it all in! Every inch!"

Standing behind her, he ripped down her pants and slipped his giant knob inside her feverish cunt-lips. Groaning at the fiery suction, Peter began lunging steadily, fucking Jessica’s boiling pussy to a powerful rhythm.

On the bed Felicia rubbed her sweating tits into the mattress and trembled feverishly beneath the blazing pressure in her cunt. She was starting to come in violent spasms, biting her lips to keep from shrieking. The savage whipping had left her maddeningly sensitive to any kind of touch, fucked the humming vibrator in deeply and lustily, twisting and grinding it in her engorged pussy until the platinum blonde thought she would burst.

Much of Felicia's excitement came from being helplessly tied down. She didn't like it when Peter bound her—she told herself she didn’t—but Jessica was deliciously sexy and commanding. The brunette hadn't made a coy game out of punishing her. She'd whipped her ass brutally and, deep down, Felicia sensed this was exactly what she needed... as if Jessica knew harsh discipline would temper some of Felicia's arrogance.

"No more!" wailed the platinum blonde, shuddering wildly as she came in unwanted spasms of excitement. "Jessica, no! I can't—oooooo—can't stop coming! Unnnngh!"

Her tears and cries only spurred Jessica on. With the massive feel of Peter’s member fucking in her cunt, Jessica's lust was running completely out of control. She slammed the vibrator in deeper and harder, giving it a full rotating turn to make Felicia scream with excitement.

"Then don’t stop coming, bitch," panted the brunette, wiggling the long prick from side to side, then sharply up and down. The thrills that ripped through the platinum blonde's cunt pushed the breath from her lungs and made her mind spin. She was so deliriously aroused, she slammed back to meet the fucking rod, battering her own slit against it. Her wrists and ankles were chafed raw from straining, but Felicia barely felt that. She wriggled her ass lewdly in front of Jessica's face, hoping the brunette would kiss and bite her ass. She wished Cindy or Gwen were closer, so she could crush her hot mouth to a juicy little cunt at the same time Jessica was ruthlessly fucking her. She’d even take Kitty. She would go fuck herself if they let her…

Peter hung onto Jessica’s slippery hips tightly as he pistoned his cock in fierce thrusts. All three of them were sweating profusely, making their body contact much more exciting. As he stood behind the bed, fucking her, Peter could see every obscene detail of the punishment—Jessica pumping the vibrator furiously in Felicia's tiny pink pussy, the platinum blonde's silken ass trembling and quivering madly beneath the onslaught.

Jessica's cunt boiled and sucked with wanton power on his prick, hugging his cock so tightly that when she spasmed he winced in pain. She squirmed her ass wildly as she started climaxing, streaming her honey over his mad erection. Jessica began inflicting a series of bites on Felicia's juicy ass. Not nips, but brutal, greedy bites that made the crying platinum blonde yelp.

As shocked as he was by Jessica's obscene behavior, Peter couldn't really blame her. Not just because of all the crimes Felicia had committed, but because Felicia's sleek body was so ripe and sexy, she brought out his fiercest urges. 

Jessica swung her hips faster, fucking Peter's cock deep in her erupting cunt. Her whole body shook with excitement, with the depraved bliss of this orgy. The fact that the boy was a vigorous, well-hung Spider-Man, and the girl was a passionately hot young supervillain in need of discipline increased her lust tremendously. And the thrilling knowledge that Felicia was totally helpless as she fucked her—tied down securely—brought out the very worst in Jessica.

She suddenly eased the vibrator out of Felicia's spasming cunt. The girl moaned with relief and collapsed on the mattress, twitching. A moment later, Felicia felt the humming tip of the rod tickling her asshole. She froze in horror.

"No!" she begged. "Oh, Jessica, no! Please—Aaaaaaagh!"

Seething with vengeance, Jessica sent the vibrator hurtling up Felicia's silken ass, fucking her shocked asshole. The girl moved her lips, but couldn't find the breath to scream. The white-hot agony in her ass made her desperately try to faint, without success. As the panting brunette fucked the rod inside her ass, Felicia suddenly found—to her amazement—she was beginning to come again!

The platinum blonde had had so much feverish sexual stimulation, her loins were exploding from any contact. The searing mass of fire up her tender ass sparked a wild orgasm in her cunt, making her come in fiery gushes all over the mattress. She was being viciously fucked in the ass with a vibrator, and she was getting off on it, getting off more the worse she was punished.

"Yessss!" she cried triumphantly, wriggling her burning ass. "Faster, Jessica, I'm—Ooh, Christ!—I'm coming! Ooooo, fuck my ass harder! Eeeeee!"

Behind Jessica, Peter was starting to come, too. He pumped rapidly, groaning when Jessica clasped his prick convulsively in her cunt. All three of them began coming in a wild medley of moans and cries, Peter feverishly fucking Jessica’s dripping sex while Jessica furiously ravished the platinum blonde's sexy ass.

As soon as Jessica had milked his spurting cock dry, Peter slipped his prick out and hastily grabbed Jessica’s wrist. "That's enough, Jess," he told her firmly. "You're hurting her."

"No shit!" Jessica gasped. But she eased the vibrator out of Felicia's soft, trembling ass.

The platinum blonde whimpered and writhed on the mattress, still twitching and coming.

Kitty rolled limply toward Felicia, pulled herself up on the bed, and cut the webs holding the girl's wrists in place. The fact that she was using her clawed gloves with cum dripping out of her naked cunt aroused Felicia, painfully so. It hurt to think of going through all that again, no matter how much she shuddered with wanting to do so.

Kitty slid down to free her double's ankle. "Now Felicia," she said, sitting up, "I want you to go home and think about what happened here. If you come to any conclusions, let us know."

With a sunken heart, Felicia pushed herself from the bed. She picked up her clothes and went out, not looking back. But she could hear all five of them piling onto the bed, her mind irresistibly drawn to wondering if it could possibly hold one more.