"Spider-Girl: Irony
of Perversion"Written by the Slime Wizard
Stinger orgasmed again.
Dripping with sweat and
some goo she didn’t want to think about, she hung in midair like a side of
beef, unable to move to save herself or her friends.
Only an hour before, she,
Crimson Curse, and American Dream had responded to the dying cries of a
transdimensional entity. Tracking the cries mystically, Crimson Curse had led
them to a warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Dilapidated, abandoned, it
had seemed unlikely that such a place could be the source of something powerful
enough to attract Curse’s attention.
Then the cries had died
entirely.
The three Avengers had
exchanged glances, communicating a plan of attack instantly. The others were
off globe-trotting, and there had been no time to even leave a message for
them. They were on their own, and they had no time to be subtle about their
investigation.
Using the shield of
Captain America, American Dream had smashed open the door to the warehouse,
leading the trio inside.
Directly into a
nightmare.
Even now, Stinger
couldn’t see their captors clearly, but she knew they weren’t human, or even
humanoid. All she knew was that their attack had been swift, brutal, and
effective. Within seconds of entering the warehouse, Crimson Curse had been
ensnared, lifted off the ground... by webbing?
American Dream had turned
to help, when another web wove it’s way around her throat and lifted her up.
Choking, she’d managed to swing her shield up, severing the line... but that
had left her vulnerable to several more creatures, which webbed her arms
completely, then did the same with her legs, tethering them and leaving the
heroine spread eagle in the air.
Stinger, shocked by the
suddenness of it all, began firing left and right. A quick scan from her helmet
told her that Curse was now in the same position as Dream. She was on her own.
For several tense
moments, she fought, firing her stings left and right, while trying to raise
help. It had been for naught. Faster than it took to tell, her wings had been
fouled by the webbing, and, just as quickly, she joined her comrades in
captivity.
She had hoped that Dream
had a plan. Then she realized Dream had no time TO plan.
The creatures finally
came out of the shadows, grotesque, insectlike... Alien spiders? In any case,
they began climbing up and down the webs that held the three heroines. They
were large, about the size of two watermelons.
And their legs ended in
sharp talons. As Stinger watched, Curse’s clothing was shredding methodically,
tatters falling to the ground, until her pale breasts heaved openly and her
vaginal lips were exposed. It took her another minute to register a loud
metallic klang. With sickening certainty, she realized that Dream had been
separated from her disks and her shield. Tatters of red, white, and blue
confirmed the worst... Dream was being stripped as well.
The spiders were ignoring
her for the moment. They seemed content to do their vile work on their first
captives. As she watched, two of the larger spiders, climbing over the bodies
of the heroines, positioned themselves, extruded gigantic phalluses, and, with
no preamble, penetrated her friends.
Both had arched their
backs in shock, Dream’s blonde hair whipping with her motions. Stinger,
realizing that her friends were being raped, attempted to activate her stingers
to free herself. However, the webbing had fouled the circuitry in her gloves.
She was helpless.
The raping had become
fiercer then, and Dream had cried out with the first of many orgasms. Stinger,
still able to use her helmet, checked on her friend. There was an odd... glassy
look to her eyes that had never been there before. Another cry, this one from
Curse. She didn’t need to look to know the same was happening to the witch.
But the worst part was
their bellies, rapidly distending, filling... Oh god, were they being
impregnated? They arched their backs again, and their heads rolled forward in
absolute defeat. The creatures climbed off of them, waiting on the strands that
held them.
Stinger released a breath
she hadn’t realized she’d been holding... and felt the pain of a thin cut. She
realized that, as she had watched her friends’ plight, she had ignored her own.
She felt the cold air, and looked down to see her now naked breasts, even as a
third creature peeled her costume off of her, shredding it beyond repair. It
took great care around her groin, sparing it any injuries at all.
Then it had extruded it’s
own phallus. Then she experienced firsthand what she had seen only moments
before.
That had been three hours
ago. Since then, they had all been orgasmed to the brink of exhaustion, and
extruded what had to be hundreds of alien spiders, which had climbed from their
vaginas, raping greater defeat from them all as they exited. Stinger looked up,
and saw no trace of her friends in their eyes. No, instead, there was no
resistance, no acknowledgement that they were being raped, impregnated, made
into breeders.
Mindless breeders,
apparently. She suspected that she only still had any faculties at all because
of her helmet... Designed by her father and Hank Pym, both retired Ant Men, it
was made to communicate with insects. Now, it merely delayed the inevitable.
Hours blended together
and passed more rapidly. Her world became an endless cycle of rape, pregnancy,
birth...
She had no idea how long
it lasted. Her final thoughts were that this had been nothing more than a trap,
and that she desperately needed help...
She did her best to send
a cybernetic signal, then succumbed to another orgasm and allowed her mind to
slip away.
***
Less than a half hour
later, Spider-Girl arrived. She’d been all set for another day of dealing with
the joys of high school when her Avengers Communicard had gone off. An
emergency signal. As a Reservist, she was obligated to respond to the summons,
but there was no one on the other end. Concerned, she used a tracking signal
built into the card to find the source.
The warehouse was
completely disgusting, and probably should have been condemned.
"Oooookay... I’m
here. Now what?"
Her spider-sense blaring,
she cautiously approached the warehouse. Her sixth sense was warning her about
a threat, but not an immediate one. Good enough.
She cautiously walked
through the open door, and immediately wished she hadn’t.
Her fellow femme fighters
were all spread eagle by webbing, stomachs distended, giving birth to something
she didn’t want to know about. It was something out of a sicko’s nightmares.
She dropped to her knees,
lifted her mask up, and vomited her breakfast. Darkdevil would have laughed at
her if he’d seen that. Pulling her mask back down, she leapt up, spun a
webline, and, hanging upside down, checked on American Dream.
"Dream? You okay?"
No answer. Of course.
"Guessing not. Man,
what IS this stuff?"
She cautiously touched
the webbing, and felt her mind scream. Instinctively, she knew that the
creatures were from an alien dimension, set loose by a battle between Dormammu
and Doctor Magus. That they were driven to find the ideal mate with which to
spawn their brood. That they had mistaken Stinger, with her insect based
powers, as the one they needed.
That, as a female with
the powers of the spider... SHE was that mate.
Repulsed and stunned by
the sudden influx of knowledge, she didn’t notice as the spiders began lowering
from the rafters, surrounding her. By the time she had recovered, all hope of
escape had already been lost.
The creatures came at her
from all sides. Furious, she sprang forward, still holding her webline, and
executed a perfect swing, kicking away the entire first wave with ease.
Releasing her webline, she dropped towards the ground, firing webbing and
gluing the creatures to the walls as she went.
She landed in a spidery
crouch, and saw several more spiders land and leap at her. Standing her ground,
she stood up and punched them as they came into range, sending them flying
backwards. They slammed into the far wall. Some splattered. Others didn’t.
She took the opportunity
to study the layout of the building. There was a second entrance, blocked off
by webbing. Same with all windows. The spiders were massing to keep her away
from the remaining exit, and some were skittering towards her friends.
She heard pained moans,
and looked up. She saw that Stinger was giving birth. Dozens of spider babies
were crawling out of her vaginal lips. It was utterly grotesque, and she could
only shudder, thinking about how long these things had been doing this to women.
As the last baby left
Stinger’s womb, an adult spider slithered over her breasts and straight for her
vagina. It seemed to grow a huge penis, mounted her, and began raping her.
Stinger showed no sign of resistance, or consciousness for that matter.She knew
then that she couldn’t win this fight alone. She needed help. The Fantastic
Five, or maybe that jerk Nova. She reached for her card, tucked safely into her
web shooter, but the spiders didn’t give her the opportunity to call for help.
They launched at her again, this time legs first. Dozens of razors slashed
towards her. Using her spider-sense, she was able to maneuver around the blades
accurately enough, and return the favors with swift punches. Her world became
instinctive punches, kicks, and leaps. After two minutes of this dance, she
registered twin metallic clatterings, but had no time to think about them. She
adhered to a wall and thrust her arms out to shoot webs and ensnare her
attackers.
Nothing. She looked at
her wrists. Shocked, she saw her web shooters were gone. With a sick feeling in
her stomach, she looked back at the floor. Thirty feet away from her, her web
shooters were on the floor, sliced clean off her wrists by the razors on her
enemies’ legs.
She wondered what else
she’d missed... and got her answer as a massive web covered the only entrance
to the warehouse. She was trapped. She judged the distance between herself and
the door to be about two of her best leaps. The work of three seconds, tops. If
the web was still fresh, she might still be able to stop it from becoming hard.
She leapt, her first
taking her halfway. She immediately bounded again, but the spiders were ready.
They had set up a crosshatch, just to snare her!
She backflipped in mid
leap, killing her momentum by half, and carrying her under the crosshatch.
Mostly. The top of her head grazed the bottom of the trap. She saw red for a
moment, then cool air across her face. Landing in another crouch, she turned
and saw that her mask had been caught and pulled right off her.
The youthful features of
May Parker were revealed, but at that moment, neither she nor her enemies
really cared. Survival was the issue now. She stood several feet from the
doorway, facing the spiders. They crawled to the floor and towards her
methodically. Still, she could have punched through the web in time.
She hesitated one second
too many, and she knew it.
Several spiders sprayed
webbing. It struck her torso, adhering to the fabric of her costume. She felt
them pulling, and adhered her feet to the ground instinctively. It became a
bizarre game of tug of war.
Her costume lost. With
one last mighty tug, she heard the fabric tear. She fell backwards, surprised
by the sudden lack of tension. She looked down, and saw that the entire front
of her costume’s torso had been ripped off cleanly. While she wore panties,
white with no frills, her breasts were now nude, her nipples hardening in the
cool, dusty air of the warehouse.
It was the most
humiliating experience as a crimefighter for her since her first attempt to
fight evil while powerless and using Goblin gear. She flushed with
embarrassment, and started to turn towards the webbed door, intending to punch
out the frame, and thus collapse the web.
Instead, more webs shot
out, enveloping her fist and yanking her around. Surprised, she failed to
adhere herself to the floor again and was yanked off the ground into the air.
Before she could pivot her body, more webs struck her feet, spreading them
wide. A fourth web snared her remaining hand, preventing it from pulling
herself free.
With growing dread, she
realized she was now in the same position as her fellow Avengers. She looked up
and saw a large spider skittering down the webs holding her arms. It was
careful to not injure her as it climbed down her arm, then her naked torso. As
it reached her groin, it swiped twice with it’s legs, and her panties fell away
in tatters.
Her spider-sense
screaming, May attempted to shake the creature off, but to no avail. It
extruded it’s egg laying tube, positioned itself between her hips, and thrust
directly into her vagina.
She cried out in shock,
horror, and pain. It probed deeper into her than she, as a virgin, could ever
have imagined. She couldn’t fight this. It began pumping almost immediately,
moving like a piston. She felt herself growing wet, allowing it an easier time
to do it’s foul deed. In and out it moved, until she climaxed. Head hung in
shame, she felt her body moving in tune with the beast. It’s ejaculation into
her was almost anti-climatic.
It continued to pump it’s
semen and eggs into her, causing her belly to swell until it could stretch no
further. Satisfied, it removed itself from her womb and attached itself to her
breasts again. Dazed, she wondered why... Until it’s phallus grew longer,
curled up, and sprayed her face with a different kind of slime.
She felt herself suddenly
grow weary. She realized it was some kind of anthestetic, designed to
incapacitate perfect mates. Try as she might, she could not resist. Within
seconds, she blacked out.
She was still unconscious
as the first of her brood were born. The second and third as well. By the time
she did awaken, she was on her fourth, and her resistance was so weak it was
negligible. She could barely form a coherent thought as she was raped and
impregnated again and again.
But she did think it was
kind of funny... A spider beaten by spiders. Damned ironic.
She knew no help would
come immediately. She knew her mind would be long gone by the time anyone figured
out where she was.
She just hung in mid air,
spread-eagled, and waited for oblivion to come...
She climaxed again.
And she was lost.
End.