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It wasn’t exactly the way Gwen wished her fantasies worked, but she couldn’t quite help herself. It was the sort of craterizing, suffocating delusion that turned her brain to mush whenever she actually dared to indulge herself in it. In those lonely, dark hours late at night, when she got a chance to shut the rest of the world out, she’d just… drown. Those hot, blissful pools of guilty delight felt like complete heaven to her. She sank into them - all wrapped up in her blanket - and let the hot, flowing lust corrupt her until she eventually had to kick her covers off to keep from suffocating.
Gwen had…
Gwen had a thing for… ‘less desirable’ things.
She figured it probably wasn’t that weird for superheroes, but it still filled her with such a mouth-watering shame she frequently felt too guilty to indulge in just thoughts alone. That rational, moralistic part of her brain screamed at her for even thinking about such things, keeping her libido in check through sheer force of guilt alone.
Still, sometimes Gwen could get that part of her brain to shut up.
And in those rare cases, she let herself drown.
Tonight was one such case.
Her mind sank into hot, bubbly jacuzzi water and filled with thoughts of dark alleyways, rough hands, gnarled teeth, knives, guns, bruises, scratching, clawing, struggling, biting, and - most of all - fat, dirty cock. She imagined herself getting overpowered, pushed against a wall and taken - hard, fast, and desperate - by some scumbag piece of shit. The uglier the better, the meaner the better, the scummier the better.
Her fingers sank into her soaking cunt, her body singing as she let herself indulge in her guiltiest of pleasures. She wanted to get fucked. Forced into it. Taken hard and rough and painful, by some guy who’d just as soon shoot her as look at her. Sometimes he was a bank robber, sometimes a drug dealer, sometimes a mugger, or a kidnapper, or just a thug standing watch outside his boss’s base. The fantasies shifted and swirled and changed, her brain always poking outward and expanding to try and ensnare new and delicious features.
Bald. Rough skin. Tattoos. Bad teeth.
She ground herself into the bed as she formed the mental image of her perfectly despicable partner in her mind. He was totally awful in every way but one; his dick. It was big and dirty and violent, and he knew exactly how to use it. He’d push her into a dumpster or against a wall in an alley and force her open, burying himself in her soaking cunt. He wouldn’t stop beating his thick, angry dick into her until he blew his load right in her dripping womanhood.
Gwen bit her covers, her fingers curling inside her so relentlessly it sent shivers up her spine. She nearly wept, whimpering from the sheer, excruciating bliss she was inflicting upon herself. Her mind twisted and warped in its perversion, as she traced out the scene in deliciously sticky detail. Where his hands would go, where his mouth would go, all the things he’d say to her.
The superheroine indulged in the idea of being violated. Corrupted. Used and abused, maybe even dragged back to the guy’s house or the back of his car or his gang’s base. She fantasized about how good his big, evil cock would feel inside of her and how long it’d take for her inhibitions to melt away completely.
She would scream eventually. She knew she would. He’d beat her to orgasm over and over until she couldn’t bother caring anymore about how wrong it all was. About how she was a superheroine and he was just some no-name gangster. She’d just want it. Him. All of him. His big, pounding dick, his thick, kneading fingers, his vile tongue, his crude words. She’d let him use her however he wanted, because at a point she just wouldn’t be able to resist.
And when it was all over, she’d-!
She’d-!
Gwen shuddered and clenched. Her body tightened around her curling fingers as an orgasm bit its way through her lithe form. She shivered, gripping sheets in her teeth and fist and toes, finally flicking the entire climax from her with an arching of her powerful back. Her mouth was pried open by orgasmic force, her eyes going blind as they stared into the gloaming darkness of her room.
She gasped and shuddered and spluttered as shockwaves ran through her, until finally she could think again. Heat was still alive in her body, but her mind was clearing of some of its swelteringly sinful fog. She pulled her fingers from her cloying depths, wiping them off on the towel she was lying on. It had soaked up as much of her love juices as it could before they could trickle down to her mattress below, but it still wasn’t enough. She had gushed like a fountain during climax, leaving her mattress with a faint damp spot on it.
Gwen sighed.
More laundry.
Groggily, she peeled her body off her bed and staggered to her feet. With the fantasies indulged for the time being, she was left with just a clenching sense of shame. She was a superhero - her city’s only superhero - and yet her greatest desire, whether she wanted to admit it or not, was getting dicked down by some scummy gangster. Not like she ever had to properly indulge in such a fantasy, but just having it at all made her feel awful.
She liked to think a lot of other heroes - male, female, and beyond - shared similar fantasies, whether they liked to admit it or not. Surely, she couldn’t be the only one that was into this sort of thing. It was depraved, sure, but wasn’t that what sex was all about?! There was no way Miles’s fantasies were just about - like - loving, tender sex with the girl he liked! He probably liked… other stuff, too. Boy things. Whatever guys were into.
That sorta thing.
Hot villainesses riding them or… whatever.
Gwen rolled her eyes. Honestly, she had no real idea what guys liked, but she’d probably be disappointed by it. Miles probably just fantasized about ‘making it’ with some hot girls he went to school with or something. If she wanted someone who ‘got her’ she’d probably need to talk to some other superheroines, but she didn’t really know any. There was Peni, but she was way too young for that to be a remotely appropriate topic of conversation.
There was also the tiny matter of Gwen not having any idea how to contact these people.
She sighed as she peeled her dampened bed cover off and tossed it into the dangerously full laundry basket. She had to do her little ‘private’ laundry when her dad was away, because she definitely didn’t want to have to explain to him why it really looked like she’d wet the bed. She’d managed to avoid having ‘the birds and the bees’ for this long, she was content to never have it at all if possible.
She slipped back into her underwear before collapsing on her bed once more.
She could still feel a very slight cool, damp spot around her thighs, telling her she’d really gushed like crazy. All from fantasies that made her own brain tear itself apart in ambivalent frustration. All from the idea of getting banged in some scummy alley by a bottom-of-the-barrel criminal. Street trash. A rat. Filth.
Gwen felt her nethers twitch.
God damnit, Gwen. the superheroine thought to herself, her hand starting to drift down her stomach again, What the hell is wrong with you?
The young superhero perched on a lofty rooftop; her mask flipped up to expose her mouth. She took a bite of the complimentary chili dog she’d received from one of the many street vendors down below, letting a sigh puff out her nose. Her police scanner scratched out some words into the cool, evening air that played dully on her ears. In a way, she felt like she heard the monotonous, static-y drone of the dispatcher’s voice more than her own thoughts. Her head was full of beleaguered cops responding monosyllabically to distress calls, only to have more distress calls roll in.
Gwen left a lot of crimes up to police intervention, but that didn’t mean she didn’t still have to keep an ear open. The second a mutant or a robot suit or just some weirdo with an animal motif was mentioned, she knew it was time to spring into action.
But unfortunately - or fortunately, perhaps - she wasn’t getting that tonight. Too bad, in a way, because she wouldn’t have minded beating the snot out of some deranged moron to blow off some steam. Instead it was just a breaking and entering here, a drunk driver there, a noise complaint here; it was all normal, human crimes. No supervillains. No need for Spider-Woman.
She finished her meal before wiping her mouth and hands off with a napkin and letting out a sigh.
Gwen definitely wasn’t one to litter - that city was dirty enough already - so a quick drop into an alley to find a trash can was necessary. She was just reaching the ground - spying a nearby dumpster that would work as her receptacle - when she overheard something; shouting. To say Gwen had developed a sixth sense (or seventh sense in her case) when it came to crime wouldn’t have been inaccurate. Honestly, she was pretty sure crime just ‘sounded’ a certain way. She could instantly tell by the grumbling and growling that it was a group of guys undoubtedly committing a crime or about to commit a crime and it just made her… sigh.
She thwipped up to a wall and crawled further down the alleyway, quickly finding that a nearby building was being targeted for a little breaking-and-entering. Pretty standard stuff really. Group of dudes in ski masks, baseball bats, crowbars, cursing, swearing, etc. There were roughly four in total, all gathered around the back entrance to some tall, boring building like a group of scared teenagers trying to muster up the nerve to go talk to a cute girl.
Only with a lot more swearing and swinging of blunt weapons.
Gwen rolled her eyes.
“Just crank the door open, you idiot!” one of them snarled.
“You sure this is the right place?”
“A’ course I’m sure!”
“And you’re sure nobody’s gonna be in there?”
“Maybe some old asshole working desk security, what the fuck do you want? Just bust the door down and we’ll take care of anyone who gets in our way!”
“And-!”
“Just crack it open before someone calls the cops, ya fucking nimrod!”
“‘Nimrod’? What are you, my grandpa or something?” Gwen asked, idly repelling to the ground behind them. The instant they clapped eyes on her they went into a full blown panic, which was kind of fun to watch. Gwen was glad her reputation had finally gotten to ‘feared’ among some low-level street thugs. Honestly, if it meant some of them would just surrender every once in a while it’d make her life a lot easier. Though it’d take away a good way to vent aggression.
“Shit! Spider-Woman!” crowbar guy shuffled back, towards one of the exits of the alley. Gwen gave him a little finger-wave in response.
“In the spandex.”
“Don’t lose your shit now, dumbass!” one of the guys with a bat who could loosely be called a ‘leader’ warned, “There’s four of us and-”
“-and one of her. Seriously, you’re using that line?” Gwen asked, unimpressed, “What’s next? ‘She’s just a girl!’? Come on, at least get original! Why not… I don’t know. ‘She’s a Pisces and we’re all Scorpio! We’ve got this!’ or something?”
“I’m a Taurus!” said crowbar guy, indignantly.
“Dude, how was I supposed to know that?!”
“Shut up!” baseball bat guy snapped, “Just get her or-!”
Crowbar guy dropped his namesake tool and made a break for it, also seeming to steal away the nerve of the other men in the process. They bolted, leaving baseball bat guy behind to deal with an entire superhero all on his own. Gwen was just contemplating feeling sorry for the guy when he lost all nerve and turned to make a break for it, too.
Gwen thwipped out a web and grabbed him by the head, managing to pull his mask off and yank him back onto the ground with one smooth tug. He fell flat, his back breaking the fall for his skull. Instantly, he let out a curse, a groan, and then a string of muttering complaints. Gwen pulled the mask back to herself, catching it easily and giving it a quick, meaningless inspection.
“Aren’t black ski masks sooo last year?” she asked, casually making her way towards him, “Shouldn’t-”
“Cram it, toots.” the guy staggered to his feet, collapsing against a brick wall a few yards from her. Gwen had him pretty much right where she wanted him, it was just a matter of what she wanted from him. She couldn’t tell what the building was that they were near, so she had no idea why they wanted in. Was there something valuable inside or were they after something else? Information? Maybe it was personal? Maybe they just wanted… to…
Gwen paused as her gaze finally met that of the unmasked thug.
He was… perfect.
Weirdly, horribly, horrifically, imperfectly perfect.
His hair was shaved down practically bald, revealing an oddly shaped head underneath. His features were sour and bitter and unpleasant; his eyes dark and beady, his cheeks hollow, his nose hooked and crooked. Pale ginger hair grew around his jaw, painted by splotches of grey. As he growled through the pain in his body, he exposed teeth that had clearly never seen proper dental work before. His body was wiry, his posture bad, his skin sallow and pocked with age.
Overall he was nothing special at all.
Just a hood. Just a goon. A thug. A lowlife.
But god, if he didn’t push Gwen’s buttons like crazy.
“Hey.” Gwen said suddenly, “Hi. How’s it going? Great. Uuuuugh-”
“What’s wrong with you?” the thug growled, “Gonna arrest me now or what?”
“‘Or what’, I think.” Gwen teased, hoping she could ‘sarcastic’ away the stupid, stupid feelings she was having, “You wanna tell me what you and your boys were doing here first?”
“Trying to break in.”
“Wow. You’re funny.” Gwen almost yawned, trying to fight off the weird feeling in her body, “But seriously, what were you after? I’m guessing you weren’t just breaking in for the fun of it.”
“Just…” the guy grit his teeth, “Just the money in the safe. That’s it.”
“Oh, okay. Boring, then.” Gwen sighed.
Her head was… fucked up. She could feel her brain desperately trying to melt into a horny puddle, fantasies penetrating it like high-caliber bullets, but she couldn’t let it happen. This guy was just some loser street thug trying to commit petty crimes with his gang of idiots. What was wrong with her?! She seriously wanted to… ‘do stuff’ with this guy?
She caught sight of the guy just as he made eyes towards the alley exit, cutting him off with a stern glare alone. He froze, gritting his teeth with furious anxiety as he waited for her next move. He probably couldn’t tell what she was thinking, but - judging solely on her body language - he would’ve had to assume it was a violent beatdown. Gwen was mad, just mad at herself, first and foremost. What the fuck was wrong with her?!
Just beat him up and call the cops or something! she screamed at herself, her fist clenching and unclenching. She shot the guy a look, silently going over every criteria she had for her ideal… whatever. Everything about him, from his disposition to his appearance to his fucking job (criminal) was perfect for her. But it wasn’t like he was some unicorn or something! There were probably a dozen guys within one block who were just as awful as he was! She was just… horny. Desperate! That was all!
Gwen rubbed her forehead, betraying a hint of the inner turmoil she was feeling.
“Uuuugh. Can… can I leave, or-?”
“Zzz.” she snapped, making a ‘zip it’ motion with her fingers. She paced back and forth a few times before coming to a stop. Squeezing the bridge of her nose. Sighing.
She was allowed an indiscretion or two, right?
Right?! She’d done enough good - stopped enough bad guys - to be allowed one single, stupid, dumbass little mistake, right?
“Alright, look.” she dropped her shoulders, “Do you wanna have sex?”
For a moment there was silence.
The guy stared at her.
“...What?” he finally asked.
“Do you-” she pointed, “-want to have sex-” she made vague gestures with her hands, “-with me?” she pointed to herself. The guy stared at her for a moment, before his features twisted into a look of pure and utter disdain.
“You fucking with me?”
“Dude.”
“Whaddyou want, Spidey?” he scowled, “You trying to get me to talk or something?”
“I’m literally just asking you a very simple question.”
“The hell is this?” he groused, “What’re you trying to pull?”
“Are you kidding me?” Gwen deadpanned, staring at him. It was - possibly - the most annoying way he could’ve reacted. Aside from, obviously, laughing at her or rejecting her or… or vomiting at the mere thought of it or something. Was he seriously so dumb that he thought she had some ulterior motive?! What the fuck?!
“If you’re after information, I-”
“I’m just fucking horny, alright?!” Gwen admitted to the world, gripping her hood in an exasperated fist. The instant she said it, though, it changed her. Just the mere admission was enough to send a flood of warmth through her body, softening her posture and adding subtle sways here and there. She felt her skin flush under the tight spandex, her heart starting to beat, her breath hitching.
God, I’m fucked up.
“Prove it.” the thug grunted, a hint of amusement creeping into his words.
“What?”
“I said ‘prove it’. Go on.” he nodded towards her.
Gwen took an instinctive step back as his gaze crept up her body, but she couldn’t tell if it was truly lecherous or not. Mostly he just looked… unconvinced. Amused. Maybe he thought he was pulling one over on her or something. Either way, she couldn’t deny her initial reaction:
Excitement.
Gwen swallowed.
“What do you mean ‘prove it’?”
The guy just shrugged, causing Gwen to groan in frustration. What did he want? A strip tease? For her to beg for his dick? For her to walk up and start fellating him right then and there? For her to rip her pants open and spread… her…
Gwen took a deep breath, trying to center herself.
Thoughts and ideas and fantasies swam in her hot brain like excited little fish, each one more tantalizing than the last. The voice in her head telling her to fucking stop was growing fainter and fainter with each heavy beat of her pounding heart, turning into just a dull whisper in the distance. Instead of rationale, her brain began to focus on the task at hand:
Prove it.
Gwen pursed her lips. Bit them.
Reached up.
Slowly, she began to grab the elastic neckband of her costume in her fists and pull. It was mercifully flexible, reaching down and down and down, letting her expose more and more of her chest with each second. Inch by inch she tugged it further, until her fists just reached her shamefully hard nipples. Her tits were almost fully exposed; there was just one final step to take before they were on full display. She stared at the ground, unsure what the thug was thinking, unsure if he was even watching. She got the feeling he was - what the fuck could be more interesting than this - but she couldn’t be sure.
Her breath hitched.
What if he’d run away?!
Gwen’s eyes darted up and met his, finding him watching with rapt attention. He stretched his jaw as he stared at her, still looking strangely unconvinced but - nevertheless - invested. He gave her a subtle nod and Gwen, for reasons she couldn’t understand, felt like she needed it. It was a sign telling her to go ahead. Do it. Show him.
So she did.
She pulled down the costume to expose her rather modest, teenage chest to the guy. Her tits, small but perky, stared at the man as if asking for his approval. The cool night air feathered her nipples lightly as Gwen felt a strange rush unlike anything she’d ever felt before. There wasn’t shame or excitement or fear, just deep, deep, pounding anticipation. What did he think? Did he like them? Was this enough? Would he believe her now? Was there more she had to do? Or would he-?
“Not bad.” he muttered, “You got nice tits, Spidey.”
Gwen felt a prickle of indignation.
“So?”
“So what?” he shrugged, “Flashing me your tits ain’t gonna fool me.”
“Seriously?!” Gwen growled, letting her costume snap back up and cover her chest, “What do you-?!”
“Just a peek ain’t gonna do.” he shook his head, grinning to himself, “Why dontcha ditch the whole-ass costume? That’d prove it.”
“You-?!” Gwen felt a surge of heat lance through her body at the very notion. He seriously wanted her to strip naked in some scummy alley just to prove a point?! What the hell kind of logic was that?! If she really wanted to, she could’ve just webbed him up, pulled out his dick, and used it as she needed, but…
But this was so much better…
Gwen’s fist tightened. Losing her costume meant losing her web-shooters. Not like she needed them at all times or anything - she could go without for however long it took to ‘clear her head’ - but it would definitely make her feel more vulnerable. No, really the main thing she couldn’t do was risk exposing her secret identity.
“Fine.” she spat, “But the mask stays on.”
“Fine.” the guy rolled his eyes, as if he had any bargaining power here. Really, he was lucky that Gwen’s libido was so out of control that it was actually doing any of this. The superhero clenched her fist before… actually starting to put on a show.
She’d obviously never stripped for anyone before, but she knew what she was doing anyway. Not like it was hard to keep some dickbrained scumbag entranced with a body like hers. Especially not when she was pulling off a skintight outfit. She started with her shoes, peeling them away to expose lean and creamy calves. The spandex slowly stripped away from her skin, revealing… vulnerability. Humanity. The girl underneath came out with every inch she exposed, and it kept her soon-to-be partner enraptured. He stared at her as she actually went along with it, probably just as surprised as she was that she was - apparently - telling him the truth.
Gwen flipped her shoes off to the side, thankful that the alley they were in was actually relatively clean. Still dirty and dingy and awful, but she could do a lot, lot worse. She casually reached up and flicked her hood down before reaching out an arm and carefully pulling away one glove. Removing it meant losing the web-shooter on that hand, so she’d only do one for now. Hell, maybe she could get away with keeping one on in the end, but part of her knew she wouldn’t let that happen.
Her glove peeled away, the web-shooter coming with it. She gently tugged it all the way off before bending over and carefully setting it next to her shoes. She let herself accentuate her body’s curves as she did so, her perky butt popping, her back arching, her cat-like form as languid as it was effortlessly powerful. She turned to meet the eyes of her partner, which were wider than dinner plates. Clearly he was starting to believe her.
Gwen reached towards the hem of her top and tugged.
She pulled it up with her arms crossed over her stomach, first exposing her faint dusting of abs. Her midriff was deliciously revealed inch by inch, until finally she reached the subtle kiss of her ribs. Spandex peeled away, Gwen’s skin heating up to combat the cold caress of the night air, her nipples hardening, her breath hitching. She let herself melt into the tease, her body flowing as fabric was gently tugged away and her body was exposed. Finally the spandex reached the bottom of her perky tits, unwrapping them slowly. Delicately. She let them drop and bounce a little as the top was pulled off over her head and held at arm’s length in her pinched fingers.
Gwen let her top drop away.
Casually, she flicked off her other glove - her other web-spinner - and tossed it aside. Her head cocked as she studied her man with amusement, as if inviting further skepticism on his part. All he really did was stand there, panting, eyes wide, looking ready to devour her. Gwen let her gaze wander down to his baggy jeans, which - even now - were obviously straining to hold back… something.
Gwen felt an almost unbearable pulse of heat at the sight of the bulge. She gently ran her fingertips down the valley between her breasts, down her stomach, before reaching the elastic of her pants. Her thumbs hooked under them and quickly skimmed the perimeter before meeting again in the middle.
She made to tug them down an inch.
He took a step forward.
Gwen cocked an eyebrow at him, amused, before slooowly pulling at them again. She gently worked them down her hourglass hips, twisting side to side to make sure all the good stuff was kept secret. She didn’t wear a bra, usually, because it was just uncomfortable, but she always wore panties under the spandex. It helped to serve as one final tease for the guy. She crept and curled and peeled her pants down until she reached the thin, black, tantalizing fabric of her underwear, turning to keep her juicy ass out of his view. He staggered forward almost drunkenly as he was faced with her panties, blocking all the most sinful treasures of her body from view. Gwen bent down to accentuate herself, her gaze momentarily dropping to her feet.
Their feet.
The man was in front of her now, his heavy boots just inches from her toes. She froze. Her breath poured out of her lips as she heard a zipper growl open just above her head, her movements momentarily halted by sheer heat. She could smell it before she could see it and she could practically feel it before she could smell it. Warmth radiated off of the thing like a fire, caressing her body and inviting her attention. Gwen swallowed hard before pulling her hands free from the elastic of her pants and looking up.
What met her gaze nearly made her drool.
Just like him, it was everything she’d ever fantasized about. Thick, meaty, turgid, and ugly; it was perfect. It reminded her of all the best parts of a hammer and a well-muscled arm in one. A webbing of veins spread around it, the foreskin of it reaching up to almost completely cover the bulbous head. It looked angry and potent and dirty; several shades darker than the rest of his body, with a festering of reddish pubes at its base. The instant Gwen saw it she nearly lost all strength in her body. She froze and stared and waited and just… breathed. It hung in front of her face like the most delicious thing she’d ever seen, inviting her to take a taste.
And she did.
Or… tried to.
Her mouth instinctively tried to take it, only to be stopped as spandex got in the way. Unperturbed, she ran her clothed lips along the shaft, nipping down on it just enough to draw a groan from her new lover. He took her jaw in his hand and bent her head up so that their gazes met. Pure submission filled her as she was caught almost completely naked and unarmed by some thug she didn’t even know.
“Finish what you started.” he growled, his gaze flicking back to her lithe body. Gwen shuddered, swallowed, and finished pulling away her pants. But it was without the delicate tease from before; now it was fueled by heat. Desire. Desperation.
She had to get this taken care of before she even kind of came to her senses. She flicked off her pants and tossed them into the pile with the rest of her clothes, leaving her in only black panties and a mask. Her lover pulled her closer, Gwen shuddering as she felt his cock dig straight into her belly. Achingly sinful liquid dripped from the head, which had just managed to burrow free from the tight foreskin, the precum trickling down her soft stomach to fill her belly button. The superhero shuddered as she stared up at him, her heart racing as she begged and pleaded with the universe to just let this be exactly as amazing as she’d always hoped.
Slowly, the guy reached up and hooked a thumb under her mask.
Instinctively, she stopped him from pulling.
For a moment, he battled against her, but her superior strength left him utterly helpless. He growled. Glared. Finally, he relented and spat with outrage, but even his fury excited her.
“The hell?!” he snarled.
“Sorry.” she murmured, breathlessly, “The mask stays on.”
“Then how the fuck are you gonna suck my dick?!”
“The same way,” she murmured, “that I’m gonna kiss you.”
She carefully reached up and lifted her mask to expose just her mouth before hopping onto the balls of her feet, closing her eyes, and just going for it. The instant their lips met, Gwen knew she was in deep, deep trouble. He even tasted exactly as deliciously awful as he looked; all cigarettes and menthol. The kiss deepened immediately from ‘testing the waters’ to ‘oh god more’, his arms wrapping around her as they both realized this was it. He grunted into her mouth, carrying her back into the darkest corner of the alley as he wrestled with his dick and positioned it at her entrance. Gwen shuddered into his lips as her panties were pulled aside, skin met skin and her virginity was very unceremoniously taken.
“Fuck! Jesus fucking-!” he growled as their hips clashed, Gwen’s mind going completely blank. She shuddered from pink-blonde hair to bare feet, toes curling and uncurling rhythmically as she fought with the intense, unctuous pleasure radiating through her. It hurt. Definitely. It was uncomfortable. For sure. His massive cock was about as natural of a fit as an arm down her throat, but even as her body wept in pain her mind just… indulged. The guy grunted and growled as he bounced her against his hips, partially to fuck her brains out, partially just to get her nicely situated.
Gwen was pulled in for another kiss as she was pressed back against the wall, his lips savagely taking hers, his hips violently mashing into hers. Gwen was kissed and fucked until she had to scream, his dick just too big and forceful for her to bear.
She dropped away from him and slipped free, head spinning, breath ragged in her throat. Pain was crackling in her pussy despite how wet it was and her brain was screaming at her with regret and-
THWACK!
Gwen stumbled forward, the world exploding into duplicates. She collapsed onto her knees on the dirty alley floor as another crashing impact caught her upside the head. She knew what it was from experience alone; a baseball bat. She fell forward, prone, stars and darkness and duplicates all swimming in front of her. The pain was nowhere near as bad as the sheer disorientation, which she could never get used to no matter how often this sort of thing happened.
Which was - regrettably - kind of often.
“Really think you’re getting away after all this?” she heard his voice distantly, twisted with arrogance and irritation, “No way, Spidey. Now, let’s see… how does this-?”
THWIP!
Gwen froze up as her hand was suddenly plastered to the floor by a blast of web.
“Jackpot!”
Another blast of web immobilized her other hand, the superhero still too dazed to be truly terrified. Her legs fought against the asphalt before a sudden weight immobilized them. Denim. Jeans. Him. He sat down on her thighs to lock them in place, her body now trapped against the unforgiving cold of the damp cement. Gwen’s body tried to rebel and yield at the same time, her feet fighting for freedom as her hips rose up out of sheer, desperate need.
“Come on, Spidey.” he grabbed her hips, causing her to moan in pure, shameful desire, “You wanted it so bad a minute ago. What the hell happened?” he kneaded her skin, before growling under his breath, “Fuuuck, you are nicely put together, girly!”
“Stop…” Gwen mumbled, the one word setting her mind on fire. She couldn’t tell what was real and what was just a sick act anymore. She knew what her fantasy was, and this was… it. But was she just doing this to sate her lust, or was she actually scared? Was she really trying to get away? What was she doing?! What was she thinking?! Even she didn’t know!
A cock landed between her ass cheeks, sending a shiver up her spine. She groaned as she felt its veiny length drag between her supple skin, knowing exactly where it was aimed. She tried to clench her hands into fists, but they were flattened against the floor. Useless. She knew with her strength that she could break out if she really wanted to, but she also felt so strangely… weak.
Powerless.
Helpless.
Heat poured into her and she swallowed, her jaw trembling as the fat head of the guy’s dick prodded her supple entrance. He carefully lifted her hips off the ground and rose to a crouching position, holding her body below him like some kind of apeman. Gwen shuddered and whimpered as he carefully positioned his wickedly curved, veiny cock and slid back into her, nestling deep into her subconscious. The superhero groaned as her cunt was filled out with mouthwatering perfection; his head only stopping once it reached the door to her womb.
She was rendered silent. Speechless.
Then the clapping began.
With each thrust of his thick, turgid dick his hips snapped against her butt and filled her brain with an achingly sinful ‘slap’. They were sharp and resounding and powerful; a perfect sound to accompany the deep, strong dicking she was getting. Gwen bent and twisted and writhed under his assault as her ass beat back against his dick. He fucked her like some kind of ape, his dick beating her womb like a drum. She strained against her own webbing, but soon her movements turned useless. Meaningless. Powerless. All she could do was writhe against them as her brain was pounded into mush by his thick, heavy thrusts, forgetting for a moment how strong she was.
His dick beat into her core, her body flooding with warmth, her soul screaming in ecstasy. It was everything she’d ever wanted and more; more blissful, more horrifyingly salacious, more scorchingly sinful. Her head never felt like it screwed back on straight from the bat blows, her brain staying a soupy mess of lust and heat the entire time. She soaked in the pleasure, basked in the lust, twisted under his blows, and surrendered herself.
“Right there… right there… right th-the-!” she tensed up as he pounded her joy button mindlessly, hammering away until she was forced to cum. Her body tightened and braced itself, before her hips bucked and her entire form seized up. He wrestled her spasming body down to the cement and fucked the climax out of her with agonizing force, his angry breath pouring across her bare skin.
Gwen shuddered, mouth dropping open, eyes rolling back as she was almost effortlessly carried to a thick, juicy orgasm. It was stronger than any she’d ever felt before, nearly causing her to black out as she just laughed! She giggled, that quickly boiling over to a full-on laugh as the pleasure nearly made her brain explode.
“OhohohomygOOOD!” she shrieked before finally getting released, collapsing against the ground as a sweaty rag. Her ass moved on its own, sliding back to lap up the guy’s cock a few times as he squeezed and spanked her perky ass.
Then he reached up and casually pulled her mask off.
But instead of being upset, Gwen just gave him a salacious side-eye, smiling out of pure, rich satisfaction.
“Hey.” she smirked. She watched as the guy casually pulled out of her and wiped his dick off with her mask, coating the inside in precum and love juice. Gwen crumpled with lust at the sight of it, her lids growing heavy along with her breathing.
“Christ, you’re hot.” he growled, “How old’re you? Eighteen? Nineteen?”
“Not quite.” Gwen admitted, “Hope you don’t mind doing all this with a minor.”
“Like it’s my first time.” he growled, before positioning his dick at her entrance again, “Damn, you’re wet! You seriously get off on this stuff?”
“This? This actually is my first time.” Gwen admitted with a casual shrug, “Don’t let it go to your head, though, big guy.”
“Shut it, Spidey.” he pressed his head into her again, instantly causing her body to curl and tighten with bliss, “Just tell me how much you love it and I’ll give you all the loving you want.”
“Deal!” Gwen whimpered as his unrelenting cock filled her up again. Instantly, her body tightened around it and all she could feel was him. Him inside of her, invading her, opening her up, beating into her, filling her, heating her, feeling her out; she saw the dick when she closed her eyes and felt it in every inch of her body. She tingled as it stretched her out and hungrily lapped up her supple, young body, beating her towards another orgasm after what felt like seconds.
She knew it had to be a few minutes at least, but to her it felt like an instant later. She giggled, though it shattered into a whimpering plea, and then a ragged, gasping, silent shriek. Pleasure flooded her as her body tightened and wrapped him and begged for him to stay buried in her forever. The fullness was so addicting that the thought of losing it was maddening. Gwen felt him grip her shoulders, her waist, her ass, her hair as his hands pervaded her. His dick punched into her depths again, the guy having to stop after only a few minutes to blow his load. He slipped out of her, Gwen giving him the side-eye to watch him cum straight in her mask. He wrapped it around his dick, dragged it up the veiny shaft, and overall fucking ruined it.
But she didn’t care.
She watched him mop up every pearl of thick cum with the delicate fabric before finally pulling it away, leaving the white stained with grey. Her eyes rolled from weariness and a deep, throbbing lust that promised to never truly leave her.
Then, before she knew it, the mask was shoved back over her face. He pulled it onto her, Gwen feeling damp, cumstained fabric cling to her skin. It touched her forehead, eyes, nose… lips. She breathed in and suddenly the scent blossomed in her head like a hot, wet flower. His manly musk filled her brain, wrapping around it like a thick fog of perversion. She could smell his cock, meaty and grimy and turgid, and all the cum stored in his balls. It was hot and musty and completely overwhelming. Gwen was caught between gagging and drooling, her mind shutting off as his thick, rough fingers began playing with her cunt. She was plucked like a goddamn fiddle as the overpowering scent of his raw masculinity flooded her senses. She was trapped in it, unable to escape, her brain filling with him more and more with each passing second. Finally, his fingers withdrew and his cock returned.
Hard. Hot. Wanting.
“Please~!” Gwen whimpered, her hips floating back to meet his. His dick pierced her an instant later, sinking back into her and filling her body with steel-like hardness. The hot, metal beam of his dick began mercilessly pounding back into her, seemingly dedicated to making her cum her innocent, teenage brains out. Gwen groaned deep and indulgent as he thrust into her, prone-boning her into a silent, drooling puddle on the ground. Her own saliva mixed with his salacious cum and her love juices, flowing into her brain to coat it in thick, sticky lust.
Her tight, little body was far too excited to put up any kind of defense against him. She came again. He beat into her, pushed her down, lifted her up, spanked her, and she came again. He pulled the mask off, kissed her, wiped his dick with it and shoved it in her mouth.
She came again.
And again.
And again.
Finally, the guy - whoever the fuck he was - buried himself in her, pushed her into the cement, growled, and came. He pumped hot, gooey jizz straight into her pussy and filled her up as she squirmed beneath him. Gwen’s drool soaked into the mask that was plugging up her mouth, her eyes rolling back as she got off one last time from a fat, sinful creampie. She could already feel his seed planting itself in her womb - his sperm penetrating her eggs just like his dick had penetrated her - but she just couldn’t bring herself to give a fuck.
It just felt… soooo good.
So sinfully good…
THREE MONTHS LATER
Gwen’s body rocked against his and she rid him to another tight, luscious orgasm. His dick ravaged her insides, both of them embracing each other as a powerful, lovely climax tore her in half. She tightened around him, gripped him, clung to him, and let him pound the final quaking, agonizing, amazing aftershocks out of her. She melted against him as it finally released her, pushing him back and pressing desperate kisses to his lips.
Rick - that was his name - was just… so good.
His dick, his technique, his passion, his everything. She’d tried to quit him. Honestly. She’d really, really tried, but she just couldn’t. It just wasn’t the same without him; there wasn’t the furious violence or the achingly delicious guilt that she’d grown so addicted to. With any other guy it just felt boring. It had to be him.
Gwen’s hips ground mindlessly against his as she slowly leaned back. Rick grinned at her crookedly, though she knew there was really just one part he cared about.
“You’re starting to show.” he mused, “Think the kid’ll be a freak like you?”
“Hopefully. Otherwise that’d mean they take after their dad.” she felt his cock pulse inside of her, “And he’s a f-fucking-!” he started beating her core, “-l-l-low-l-life!”
Gwen was picked up pushed into the couch and fucked until she was scream-laughing. She was pretty sure Rick had knocked her up their first night together. All the creampies after that were just for fun. Delicious, messy, clenching fun.
Part of her couldn’t believe she was actually carrying some scumbag creep’s kid in her, but part of her…
…well, part of her just really didn’t care.