Ending At Beginnings: Spider fucks Jessica himself

“Go fuck yourself!” Jess hissed.

“Fuck you myself?” Spider ‘repeated,’ pretending to misunderstand her. He tugged down the cleverly concealed zipper at his groin. “Okay, if you insist…”

Jess looked at his stiffly pulsing cock, shooting out from his crotch. Whatever he was thinking of doing to her, he certainly found it exciting. His knob was as tight as a drumhead, just waiting to explode. He licked his lips as he looked Jess over one last time.

“Cat, do me a favor,” Spider said. “Cut her loose.”

“Cut her loose?” Felicia repeated. “I thought we were going to play with her—”

“Maybe,” Spider said, shooting her a look. “It all depends on ‘Spider-Woman.’ Go on, do as I say.”

Felicia rushed to obey, realizing how insubordinate she’d almost been. She flicked the claws from her gloves and slashed away the weblines at Jess’s ankles and wrists. Before Jess could even move, though, Spider grabbed her by the hair.

“Now, now,” he told her. “Lie down on the ground. Spread eagle. You’re going to pretend you’re webbed up.”

“Pretend?” Jess asked. “Fuck off—“

She tried to make a move, but Spider-Man was faster, stronger, more experienced. He jabbed Jess in the throat, obliterating the air in her lungs, then he wrenched her head back by the hair.

“That one you get for free,” Spider said. “Try it again and you’ll get hurt. Got it?”

“Y-yes,” Jess gasped, forced to go along with Spider as he pulled her down by the hair until she was lying on her back. Then she spread her arms and legs as he’d told her to. 

A shiver went through her. She hadn’t realized Peter could be so… rough. And there was no doubt in her mind that if she tried to run or fight back, he and Black Cat would overwhelm her again. And if they lost patience with her…

Spider plucked a set of pliers off the thieving tools webbed to Felicia’s body. “Now, pay attention. This is real simple, but it’s also real important. I’m going to fuck you. If you move, Felicia here gets to play with you. If you don’t move—“

“She’ll move,” Felicia interrupted. “She will definitely move.”

“Don’t underestimate her, Cat. She’s an Avenger,” Spider said. “Jess, if you don’t move, we’ll let you go.” He held up two fingers. “Scout’s honor.”

Jess’s mind filled with horror. What was he going to do to her? Those pliers—she couldn’t move her hands and feet—and if she did move, what would Felicia do to her?

“Ready?” Spider asked her, kneeling between her thighs.

Jess shut her eyes. She hadn’t fainted, not in the face of Skrulls or Deviants or anyone, but now she felt faint. It seemed clear this was just sex, but if she tried anything, what would happen then? Not knowing was terrifying. She wouldn’t have ever thought Peter Parker capable of any of this—who knew what he would do if pushed still further?

“Remember, no moving,” Spider said, looking into Jess’s eyes so potently she was forced to open them to meet his gaze. “If you move, Felicia gets you.”

“We’ll have lots of fun,” Felicia purred, crouching down beside Jess’s head. “Spider never lets me on top. I play too rough.”

“No such thing,” Spider said.

Jess obligingly dug her hands and heels into the gravel roof. The tactile feeling of her submission shamed her. This was the first thing she’d managed to accomplish in her encounter with Spider-Man and it was giving into him. 

She couldn’t believe how she was playing along with them. No, she could. When she considered how dangerous Spider-Man was and how depraved he seemed to have become since their last meeting, it only made sense how willingly she was embarrassing herself. The alternative was unthinkable. 

Spider pushed forward, bringing his cockhead to Jess’s cuntlips. At the same time, he moved the pliers in his hand to her left breast, brushing their cold steel against her areola.

“No!” Jess cried out, her eyes on the pincers even as she felt his massive cock impale her. It was a sign of how frantic the threat of the pliers had her that she was able to think of anything other than how his prick was spreading her and opening her up past any sane limit. “You can’t… you can’t…”

“She’s moving her hands, Spider,” Felicia chuckled. “Maybe she wants to play with me…”

Jess froze. She had moved her hands a fraction of an inch, with a telltale divot in the gravel—was that enough to condemn her? With Felicia, yes, obviously, but Spider-Man was clearly running the show. And she’d always thought Black Cat was the one trying to corrupt him.

“Let’s be generous, Cat,” Spider said. “She can have a little motion—as a treat—but that’s all, Jess. You don’t touch me; I fucking touch you.”

Jess wanted to shut her eyes, deny the reality of what was happening to her, but no matter what she saw, she would always feel Peter’s cock throbbing in her sex and the steel pliers touching the end of her breast like a flame.

“Take it all, Jess,” Spider groaned, plunging the rest of himself into Jess’s wet pussy. “Yeah… that’s it. Nice and snug. Now enjoy it, bitch.”

Jess flinched at the feel of his entire phallus inside her, searing into every inch of her pussy. There was raw pain in how her sensitive folds stretched to take it, but it was still delicious. Now she didn’t have to worry about trying to get away. What her body wanted to do was respond in kind: reach around him to hold his muscular chest against her. Locking her ankles behind his ass to pull him deeper into her cunt, or at least keep him from taking his cock away.

“Fuck!” Jess moaned, feeling the pain turn to sheer pleasure. The feeling of it was surprisingly tender, quivering through her. Her pussy felt delicate as it melted into pure cream. “Big… your cock is so big…”

“And you’re nice and tight,” Spider told her. “Haven’t enjoyed the treatment much, have you? Well, we’ll work that out. You’ll be real well fucked by the time we’re done.”

He thrust into her again; Jess felt a surge of agony, but still her climax built. The pleasure echoed long after the pain had faded. And just when she felt like it had mounted enough to edge over into climax, the pliers bit into the engorged flesh of her nipple. Jess screamed, the pain erasing all her pleasure.

“Go ahead. Scream,” Spider told her, increasing his pressure on the handle so the pliers dug deep into her fat nipple. “The only one who can hear you is Felicia. You think she doesn’t like hearing you scream?”

He slammed into her cunt with amazing force, battering the air out of her lungs, filling her with so much pleasure it outraced her pain to the point that Jess didn’t know what she was feeling. She shivered, yet her skin was beaded with sweat. Her arms and legs froze, joints locked, not numb—she was painfully aware of every throbbing muscle in her body. Another jolt of agony shot into her breast. Spider timed it along with a deep thrust of his cock. He would’ve brought her to orgasm if it weren’t for the pain forcing her ecstasy down.

“Which do you like more, huh? The pain or the pleasure?” Spider asked, slowly twisting the pliers, bringing blood thundering into her trapped nipple. “The obvious answer would be pleasure, but you don’t have a man, do you? You needed to get knocked up by some turkey baster bullshit. Yet you go out every night, in that costume no one could possibly find attractive, and people beat the shit out of you. So you have to like the pain a little…”

He feinted loosening his hold on the pliers, then twisted them even further. Jess was on the verge of begging for mercy, or even for him to kill her and get it over with. But the agony she was feeling and the rapture she’d held at bay finally merged, oil and water, becoming something impossibly pure and delicious. She lunged upward, taking his cock to the root, almost knocking him off her body.

“Fuuuuck!” Jess wailed, gritting her teeth. “Fuck—fuck me—fuck mmeeee!”

“Ha!” Spider grunted, amused by her reaction. “Maybe you like the pain a lot…”

“Give it to her!” Felicia barked, her thighs spread wide. She had the fingers of both hands between her legs, rolling them against her wet pussy. “Make her hurt, Spider. Even if she doesn’t like it, I will!”

“She hasn’t earned hurting,” Spider said, and released her nipple from the pliers.

Without the pain holding her down, Jess’s pleasure exploded. Her lingering agony melted into wonderful delight. She relaxed into her orgasm, exhaling loudly as her pussy came and came, an endless river of her juices pushing out of her splayed slit, cascading to the ground under her ass.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Jess keened. “It feels so… so…”

“Cat,” Spider interrupted. “You ready to come?”

“Oh yeah,” Felicia moaned. “Dirty bitch—let’s give it to her.”

“Let’s,” Spider agreed.

Suddenly he pulled out of Jess, shooting a glob of webbing to wrap around her throat and hold her down. He jerked off over her body while Felicia fingered herself. Seeing what they were attempting, Jess tried to shut her mouth, but her two attackers acted as one—Spider slapped her sore-nippled breast, forcing her mouth open with a groan, then Felicia held her lips apart. 

That seemed to bring them to completion. They bathed her face in their juices, each of them trying to drown her. All Jess could taste or smell was Spider’s pungent cum; she couldn’t open her eyes because of the stream of honey Felicia squirted into her. 

Spider’s spray faltered. He still waved his cock back and forth, soaking Jess’s naked body in his dwindling ejaculations. 

“Poor, frigid Spider-Woman,” Felicia teased. “Can barely get her ‘man’ to come.”

“Well, she’s out of practice,” Spider grinned, and jammed his cock between Jess’s lips to give her the dregs of his orgasm straight down her throat. 

When he pulled his manhood away, a droplet of cum remained in his cleft. Felicia leaned in to take it, licking his cock clean like a mother cat with her kitten. Only then did Peter tuck his cock away.

“Oh shit, I almost forgot,” Spider chimed. “Better get a picture for Jolly Jonah!”

He put his foot on top of Jess’s head and snapped a photo from his belt buckle. As groggy as she was, Jess felt her circumstances come into sharp relief. She’d been stripped naked, fucked, had both Spider-Man and the Black Cat’s bodily fluids all over her face, and she’d come herself, her nectar leaking out of her exposed pussy. And she’d just been webbed to the rooftop. She wasn’t going anywhere for a whole hour.

“Ooh, get one of me!” Felicia cooed. She lowered herself down beside Jess, flashing a smile up at the camera as Peter snapped another picture. 

Sliding the camera off his belt, Peter took a few more snaps, all of which Felicia posed for. Jess felt tears coming to her eyes. Would those pictures be able to show that she enjoyed it—that she’d climaxed? It seemed plain as day to her. God, another hour left exposed like this… anyone could see, from Iron Man to Green Goblin. It all depended on who flew overhead.

“Now, Jess, you remember the old expression,” Spider said. “Snitches get their naked photos leaked to all the finest tabloid publications. So if I hear anything about me being a bad boy from the Human Torch or the Prowler or, God forbid, Captain America, I’ll know you were a tattletale. Then your kid gets to grow up knowing mommy was a whore. So this’ll be our little secret, okay?”

“Okay,” Jess forced out.

He knelt down, stroking a lock of hair away from her eyes. “And hey, Jess, look at it this way. I left your hands free. So you’re welcome to… reminisce while you wait for the webbing to dissolve.” He wiped a blot of cum from her nose and pushed his finger into her mouth. Jess didn’t know why, but she had to suck it clean. “Of course, some of my ‘web-fluid’ is longer lasting than others.”

Long after they were gone, Jess resisted the urge to cajole more of that unexpected ecstasy from her much-abused body. But she couldn’t help herself from licking her lips as she waited. Peter’s cum just tasted sweeter and sweeter the more she tried to stop.

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