Araña in the Doll's House
By Georges Batroc

[Ok first off this story isn't for anyone under 18, and also while it deals with some teenage characters in the Marvel Universe, all characters are legal (though some barely.) Anyway if you're not familiar with the comic characters involved, feel free to check out the footnotes at the end of the story.]

Chapter One: Little Spider Lost…

Wind blowing through her hair. A song blaring on her I-Pod. For one of the few times in her young adult life Anya Corazon was free as she spring boarded from tree to tree in the woods. The teenage heroine let out a blissful smile as she wound up her right arm, her spider-shaped grappling hook in hand as she was falling precariously fast to the earth. A soft nylon rope clutched in hand she held tightly as the hook latched around a tree limb. Letting out a jubilant little squeal as she swung forward, the heroine known as Araña was for the moment completely relaxed. Up here she was free to have some time to herself.

She had just turned 18. Standing at only 5'3 she was rather small, downright tiny next to statuesque Amazonian heroines like She-Hulk with petite, slender build. She had a body that looked more fitting for an Olympic gymnast. Her costume, if one really could call it was simple functionality at best. She wore a white loose fitting T-shirt with a red spider insignia, a pair of dark blue running pants, and a pair of black & red cross trainers with gray socks. A pair of red, fingerless martial arts gloves covered her hands. A belt with a few pouches hung tightly to her skinny little waist as a blue backpack hung across her back. She also wore a pair of yellow tinted goggles, just to prevent any bugs from flying into her eyes as she swung.

It had been three years since the young heroine first received her super powers. Two years since she had started training at Camp Hammond, the government's training center for super powered youth. The community of Stanford Connecticut had healed over the years since the tragedy that offset the infamous "Civil War" between heroes. Camp Hammond had become an accepted, even respected community, but it wasn't New York. It wasn't Brooklyn. The heroine wasn't home. It was only deep in the woods, not too far from the camp that the Chicana super heroine could get some time to collect her thoughts. Sticking to the side of a large pine tree breathed in a sigh of relief. She was at peace.

Until suddenly she felt a chill running down her stomach. Call it "Spider-Sense" call it "Woman's Intuition" whatever it was something was definitely wrong. Hearing an inhuman buzzing sound she hastily turned to see a seemingly impossible feet. A 40-foot tall giant robot.

Anya winced. One of her earliest adventures ended badly when then armored villain known as Doomsday Man thrashed her so badly that she became one of the only superheroes to actually fracture a superpower. This wasn't Doomsday man however. With it's massive pink armor, yellow glowing eyes, and silver face this robot was unmistakably a Sentinel. Though Araña had never seen a Sentinel like this before. A large jagged "scar" across the side of it's face. Arms and legs which seemed to be part of a completely different robot, welded to it. A panel over it's chest seemingly welded on from part of a snowmobile. It looked like a giant robotic Frankenstein's monster.

"Great… just great." Anya muttered to herself. While she had superhuman strength this was not her fight to win. Not wanting a repeat of the incident with Doomsday Man, she decided that retreat was her only real option. She hastily sprung off the tree as the mecha's arm reached forward trying to grab it. Bouncing from tree limb, to tree limb like a squirrel she put her agility to work. The glowing yellow eyes of the robot shining down upon her.

Just as the teen heroine had thought she had gotten a fair distance away she heard a loud 'THWFT!' sound. A series of snake like tendrils shot out from the robots finger tips. Suddenly wrapping around her ankle. Pulling her back in mid air. "Aaaaugh!" she shrieked in shock as she was suddenly yanked back in mid air. The cool purple metal lines coiling, snaking around her legs. Two sets of tendrils slowly curling up and around her legs over and over again, working their way around the full length of her toned athletic legs. She winced, squirming with all of her might as she felt the slithering metallic wires, slither up across her waist, wiggling their way across her torso. The slowly worked their way up underneath her shirt. Cool metal wrapping around her tummy, before the coils worked up further wrapping below and around her chest. She winced… squirming as she continued to fall cringing in anticipation as she knew she was going to hit the ground. She swallowed deeply and awaited her fate.

She suddenly felt a slight springing, almost as if she was bungee jumping… bouncing a little in mid air as she opened her eyes to find herself dangling. Her head just inches off the ground. As she writhed and wiggled… her torso and legs thrashing she felt the wires working their way. The metallic serpents slowly wrapping themselves around her arms, pulling them together by the wrists. Her brown eyes bat-batting beneath her goggles as she tugged and wiggled with all of her strength but to no avail. "Uunggggh!" she groaned as she heard a peculiar sound.

The Sentinel, which was staring down upon her ominously came to a stop. As she dangled from it's fingertips like a human marionette she heard a series of hydraulics kicking in. As the robot lowered itself to it's knees… it's eyes stopping glowing.

"Great… not only do I get captured by a killer robot. I just got captured by a defective killer robot." She said, imagining the chewing out she would get as soon as on of the other heroes found her right here. She heard a sound not unlike a garage door opener as the back of the robot suddenly popped open. The robot had a cockpit, not unlike the ones employed by the Sentinel Squad O*N*E, but clearly much more low tech aside from the stealth technology. A figure hidden in shadow slowly began climbing down it's back.

Suddenly the mysterious pilot stepped forward into the light. It was a teenage boy with tanned white skin and thick, bushy shoulder length hair. He stood about 5'4" just barely taller with Anya herself. He was wearing a green flannel jacket, sleeves ruffled up over a blue long sleeve shirt, khaki pants, and a battered pair of gray sneakers. She noticed something not right. A weird glint in his deep green eyes. It looked as if he almost wanted to cry. Then she saw it a strange gold band around his forehead.

"Bwahahahaahhahaha!!!" Araña couldn't help it. "A t-t-tiara… if Luke Cage couldn't make that look cool, what hope do you have? Ahahahahahaha! A tiara…" She continued chortling.

The boy's response was swift and sudden. His hand suddenly grabbing the elastic waist of her pants as she dangled… pulling them down before revealing a pair of white cotton panties underneath. Her tanned hips and thighs were perfectly athletically toned. She suddenly let out a nervous 'gulp' as her panties were stripped down. Revealing her perfectly toned, firm round bottom. Her lower body muscles in remarkable shape after hours of gymnastic stretching and martial arts training.

Araña winced… quivering as she suddenly realized how helpless and defenseless she was as she futilely kicked and thrashed against the tendrils that had wrapped so tightly around her body. "Uuungh! You little pervert!" she said. Her face turning red with anger… as she suddenly heard a hand slapping down on the flesh of her hindquarters. 'THWAK!' She narrowed her eyes, unable to believe this was really happening. She was being spanked. Swallowing with a large 'gulp' she tried to hold her best poker face as the hand came down again, and again.

'THWAK!'

'THWAK!'

'THWAK!'

Her tan skinned bottom was starting to turn bright pink. Each blow was starting to sting more and more as she defiantly shook her head. She didn't want to give this strangely silent boy the satisfaction of hearing her squeal. The ordeal was agonizingly humiliating. Here she was with her super powers, and hours of martial arts training by the finest teachers the federal government could afford. The deathly silent boy was handling her like a little girl.

'THWAK'
'THWAK'
'THWAK'
"Aaaaauuuuugggggggh!" She finally wailed… her brown eyes shedding tears. She whimpered, chill bumps forming on skin as she felt a hand trailing between the cheeks of her now bright red tush. Cringing she felt his warm breath bearing down on her tender skin. She let out a sharp gasp before the boy's other hand suddenly reached around, pressing a cloth against her lips. Her nose twitched as she suddenly breathed in a sickly sweet scent. Her bruised body wiggling and thrashing against the tendrils as she felt herself growing weaker. She thrashed, her hips and torso wriggling like a fish out of water as she grew dizzier and dizzier. "Uuummmpppph!" she groaned breathing in more and more of the foul substance.

"Uuaaarrmmmpppphhh…" she continued to growl, a furious look in her sleepy dizzy eyes. The boy's grip firm, unyielding. His face emotionless. The world spun around the young heroine as she slowly slumped down… limp. Lost in the darkness, the unyielding sweet sleepy scent of the cloth.

Chapter Two: Human Dolls

Araña awoke hours… perhaps days later. She wasn't sure. Her head throbbing with a terrible headache. She was standing straight up in an antiseptically white room. The walls and floors were all padded, except for a large mirror on the other side of the room. She immediately recognized it as a one-way mirror, knowing someone was surely on the other side watching. Still clad in her costume her pants returned to their normal position but a strange, alien feeling in her body. She couldn't move a muscle or speak. Only able to breath and shift her eyes across the room. In the back corner of her eyes there was the boy, also standing still. Arms down by his side. She was immobile Her face turned red with anger. With every ounce of frustration in her being she wanted to hit him as hard as she could.

"Maltida sea!" {Damn it!}she thought to herself. Growing madder and madder… before something caught her eye. A mirror at the other side of the room. She saw something that most certainly wasn't part of her costume. A gold tiara exactly across her for head like the one the boy was wearing.

"My god…" The Latina teen thought to herself. "He didn't really kidnap me… he, he's a pawn." She could barely move enough muscles to frown. "And so am I."

Suddenly a female voice spoke up over the speaker system. Anya couldn't recognize the voice or the accent but it had a very prim, very proper sound to it. "Are you awake little spider? I see you've already met my other 'toy.' I suppose the name 'Puppet Master' was already taken, though "Puppet Mistress" would be a more apt description. You can call me Cyber Marionette."

Araña was helpless to remain still as the sinister voice continued to speak. "Araña. You are now just like him. You are my toy. My doll. My own personal super heroine action figure. I will dress you how I like. You will dance for me. Oh and you will become very, very well acquainted with my other doll." Anya felt her heart pounding, pulse racing at what that implied.

"You will exist only to serve for my amusement. And in due time, I will send you to capture more heroes… who will all be my dolls. Does that excite you?…" Cyber Marionette's voice said. "Have you ever thought about going down on Spider-Man or eat out Ms. Marvel. You might get to do just that while I watch." Anya's face flushed bright red. Her brow breaking out in a cold sweat. A shocked look in her eyes.

"Surely by now you noticed the obedience crowns wrapped around your foreheads. In fact I believe one of you were rude enough to mock my elegant design." The mystery voice said. Anya would have cringed if she was able to. Her bottom still smarting from the previous evening. "I can control your ever conscious muscle. You can't talk. You can't move. All you can do is breath… and feel the heart of your own heart pounding. Unless…"

Araña suddenly and without warning Anya's arms raised. Her actions no longer her own, hands controlled by some alien force as she grabbed a hold of the bottom of her shirt… slowly lifting it up, pulling it over the top of her head, revealing the slender graceful body underneath. Goose pimples on the tanned skin underneath. Her small breasts heaving slightly in her black cotton sports bra as she breathed in nervously. She turned around now facing the boy. Her shocked brown eyes staring into his green ones… A shiver running down the lad's spine as the girl walked towards him in an oddly mechanical fashion. Her hands grabbing a hold of his loose khaki pants, sharply tugging them down not even bothering to undo the zipper. Revealing a pair of loose fitting green boxer shorts underneath. Guided by an invisible force her she kneeled before him, gloved hands tugging down the shorts. Araña's eyes blink-blinking in disbelief.

She just stared agape much to the boy's discomfort. She hadn't seen a penis before. Well not a real one up close and personal… It certainly didn't look like one of the fantastically long shafts she had seen thumbing through her best friend Lynn Sakura's collection of naughty Japanese boy-on-boy romance comics. But then again the boy's legs and lower body were different than any she saw before. He was… smooth, her eyelids jumping up her hands touched him. Anya didn't have any time to ponder if they were naturally that way, or their capture actually forced the lad to shave his legs.

The boy's eyes closed, his face blushing with shame… tensing up as he felt the heroine's lips forced to kiss the tip of his flaccid shaft. Anya couldn't believe she was doing this, but the scenario seemed surreal, almost dream like… her tongue softly getting a light taste of his skin. Her head bobbing back…. Before pressing another kiss against it, slightly lower. Than another one… and another one. Her lips making their way lower, pressing softly against her his sack. Tongue licking between his balls, tasting the salty sweat along his skin. Her eyes fixated in a mesmerized terror as she would never think of doing this to an absolute stranger. He was starting to pant nervously, Araña subtly feeling his hot breath Still she couldn't help but watch in fascination as the boy's rod started to extend, hardening, growing erect.

"Uaaugh!" the boy letting out a startled grunt, starting to breath harder. His green eyes gazing down on her. This was driving him nuts. Being teased, stimulated by someone he couldn't reach out and touch. Having his shaft and balls In spite of her better judgment she was starting to enjoy the taste… her face flushed red as she gazed down upon his fully erect shaft. He wasn't a porn star by any stretch of the imagination… but he was plenty long enough to intrigue her. She gasped for air trying to come for her senses. Her young heart pounding, astounded that she was actually getting turned on by this. Without warning her head darted back, her body hastily, robotically rising to her feat as her lips quivered. A look of shame in her eyes…

"What's a matter… Araña? You seemed to enjoy being a cock tease." The voice spoke up under the speaker system. "I guide your body the same way I guide his." Araña's mind raced, trying to think of a way out of this. Her body now glistening with sweat as the boy approached her walking quite awkwardly with his slacks and boxers down around his ankles. His face emotionless, his eyes filled with a weird mixture of arousal, frustration and dread as he lifted her backpack from the floor. His hand shifted through it's contents, pushing aside some bolos, grappling hooks, and bootleg Japanese comic magazine labeled "Yaoi-Gi-Oh G-SeX." He then slowly retrieved a long black nylon rope that the wall-crawling heroine had been using to swing around on. Suddenly and without warning a door on the ceiling opened up on the far end of the room. A large frame shaped like a lowercase letter T lowered towards the floor. Her arms and legs guided by invisible strings as she walked around it, facing the mirror before climbing it.

"She can control my powers too? You've got to be kidding me." she thought, her arms extending across the length of the frame her feet now dangling inches off of the ground. As the boy turned puppet wrapped loops of rope around the length of her arms culminating in a tight square knot, binding her left wrists firmly to the frame. As he walked around, slowly trailing the length of the rope across her shoulder the symbolism was unmistakable.

Her brow furrowed, her face turning red with anger. She wasn't sure what made her more irate. The obvious insult of her Catholic faith, or the fact her captor just assumed the Mexican born heroine was Catholic.

"Someone is so going to hell over this…" she thought to herself her mind racing as she grew madder and madder. Her will focusing as she tried to get her body to wake up. She wanted to move a muscle… any muscle.

"Haahahaha…" her body suddenly jerked spastically as she felt the felt the lad's fingertips rubbing her slightly as she felt his hands reaching around her underarms. Her skin touching hers. The startle tickled her. She softly huffed for breath, eyes bat-bating in surprise as she felt her sports bra being unlatched. Pulling off to give the boy and whoever was behind the mirror an uninterrupted view of her chest. Her breasts were small, particularly compared to heroines like Ms. Marvel or She-Hulk but pleasantly round. Her nipples having a darker, cinnamon brown town contrasting against her caramel tanned skin. She felt the rope wrapping above and then below her breasts lifting and separating them like a push-up bra. A round pearl-shaped knot directly above and below each breast. His hands moving with robotic precision as they wrapped the rope around her slender torso over and over again. Looping it around to her back, then guiding it up above her breasts again. It was a slow methodical process, infuriating heroine as she hung in crucified position. Periodically she would feel an odd flicker of his fingers, sending her into ticklish convulsions. She couldn't figure out the bizarre series of knots until the boy kneeled to her feat, removing her cross trainers.

It was at that moment she realized the rope around her chest and torso having formed an elaborate spider web pattern. As he reached her socks she suddenly wiggled again, letting out startled laughter as she felt his fingers wiggle, slightly. The young heroine wasn't if it was just because she was tense or if she was really that ticklish. The quivering caused her notice an odd side effect of the elaborate rope harness around her body as the motion it caused the loops around her chest to squeeze her breasts.

She gasped as he grabbed the elastic waist of her running pants pulling them down revealing her perfectly toned, slender athletic legs and a pair of white panties with a red spider-insignia across the center her crotch matching the one on her shirt. She reflexively winced slightly, eyes gape in shock underneath her yellow goggles as she felt his hand slowly tugging, pulling down her panties. Her soft pink nether lips trembling as she felt them exposed, a frizzy tuft of brown hair above it. She looked into the mirror shocked, now naked save for her martial arts gloves, goggles and the infernal crown that had enslaved her.

"This was bad. Very bad." She thought as her eyes trailed down. The boy's shaft having remained erect the whole time. A frightened frustrated look in his deep green eyes as they narrowed… he was trying his hardest to fight the off the control of the obedience crown, just enough to speak.

As he strained he made a grunting sound as she was able to read his lips. "S-sorry…" She then realized why his fingers were wiggling as he touched her. He was trying to fight Cyber Marionette's control, only while she was trying to burst free he was just trying move a little bit at a time.

Her heart pounded. The rope web tightened around her breasts as she heaved for breath. Sweat caking her petite body as she felt his hand reaching forward stroking the outer folds of her nether-lips.

"Oooooooooooh!" she gasped. Shivering as the boy's hands stroked her. His finger tips having a pleasantly rough feel, leaving her wondering if he frequently worked with his hands. Shivers running down her spine, shuddering against the cross shaped frame as she felt the finger tips stroking her labia. She could feel that odd little wiggle of his fingers that had tickled her earlier as her hips reflexively quivered in their bindings. As it worked it's way to the inner folds of her nether-lips she could see herself growing wet, so wet his fingers writhing in an erratic manner. His hand pulling away as he removed his jacket and shirt. His upper body was slender, fit but not particularly athletic. His slender body frame had a slightly effeminate look to it, particularly as it was hairless from the neck down, but it was significantly different from the muscles bound Adonis types she frequently teamed up with a superhero. A noticeable difference between the tanned skin of his face and lower arms, and the creamy pale skin under his clothes.

Anya Corazon had always thought white boys looked kind of silly without their shirts on, but… he was adorable in his own way.

He kicked off his sneakers before removing the pair of khaki pants. Now standing naked before her save for his socks and the obedience crown. He took in a deep breath as his eyes trailed up and down her naked body. His face blushing red. A stunned looking in his green eyes as he took in her beauty. He slowly approached the crucified heroine, his hands cupping her breasts squeezing them, kneading them. He wasn't able to control himself, but for a moment it didn't matter. He just wanted to touch her. To feel her. He closed his eyes as his head leaned in. His lips kissing hers softly parting them… his tongue managing to slowly wiggle it's way into her mouth as his erect rod slowly pressed into her quivering pussy.

"Aaaaaaaaeeeeeiiiii!" She cried out. Her brown eyes clenching tightly shut underneath her goggles as she felt the lad's warm, long erect shaft slowly penetrating her. Despite her fear Anya didn't feel the initial sting of pain that some virgins felt her first time. To no small amount of relief on the heroine's part. The gymnastic and martial arts exercises that had made her body incredibly limber had removed her hymen years ago. To her surprise it felt… good. But god it was a tight, tight fit. She felt his hands once again rubbing her breasts, her nipples standing as her hips began to jerk and gyrate. He locked lips with her tightly.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…" They both closed their eyes. Moaning into the kiss. Sweat dripping from their teen bodies. Anya's powerless immobile form going limp against the frame as the boy thrust into her over and over again.

Her hips were starting to bob back and forth in time with his thrusts. She wasn't sure if her captor was making her do this, or it was pure reflex. She felt his tongue softly intertwining with his. As she hung in the tight nylon web patterned rope harness she was tempted to forget that she had been kidnapped, that she and this boy were acting against their will. It didn't even seem to matter that they couldn't talk… the constant panting and moaning proving to be a universal language. As she gazed into his deep green eyes, her own brown eyes tearing up she realized they were making love. "Aaaauuugggggh" The boy let out a high pitched grunt, his hands now moving lover, grabbing ahold of her butt, his thrusts becoming longer and deeper.

Anya suddenly felt as if every muscle in her lower body stiffened. Her pelvis thrusting hard as the muscles of her pussy began to relax and then tighten suddenly over and over again. She knew she was climaxing… hard.

"AAAAAAIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!" She squealed loudly at the top of her lungs.

Every muscle from her waist down seeming to spasm erratically. She had cum before, but never felt anything quite like this as she felt his warm seed suddenly gush into her.

This was unbelievable. This was perfect. She continued to lovingly stare into his eyes, their bodies . Not wanting this moment to end.

Then that haughty voice she so despised spoke up. "Look at yourself girl. Grinding away like a total whore." Cyber Marionette said. "Don't worry. I'll make a proper lady out of you yet. Who knows perhaps after you've helped your boyfriend capture some real heroines, I'll keep you around as my personal maid. Side-kick…"

The boy who had previously found solace in Araña's loving gaze was shocked at just how angry the heroine became how quickly. She was absolutely fuming, looking ready to break something. Ready to smash perhaps anything that would get in-between her and Cyber Marionette. He was slightly concerned that might include himself as he could tell she was straining the obedience crown once again. He was more concerned because he knew how twisted, and dangerous the woman really was. If only he was allowed to speak.

He was even more concerned about the sleeping gas starting to pour into the room. His arms still wrapped around her as they began coughing. The world spinning around as he slumped backward falling against the floor. She continued to stick her body going completely limp, dangling from the rope harness across the cross shaped frame as she gasped for air.

Their perfect moment shattered as world around them turned to blackness.

Chapter Three: Machine Washables

Araña would slowly wake up to find herself once more on her feet. No idea how became free of the nylon ropes and the T-shaped frame. She was still naked save for her gloves and goggles. The boy completely naked as well, a timid look in his eyes. Their bodies sweaty covered with sweat and other bodily fluids arms stretched up into the air above their heads. The moving floor below them of a trip to the Airport only there was no one else in the long, dimly lit tunnel.

Araña may have only had a couple of years worth of experience in crime fighting but she knew anytime a villain had you on a conveyor belt, you were in trouble. Keeping a close look on Juston in the corner of her eye she felt sudden breeze. Fans blowing cold air down on their bodies before Araña felt a drop of water hit her forehead. Then another one… and another. They both shuddered suddenly it was raining a torrent of warm water down upon them.

As the moving sidewalk moved at a snail's pace a series of long metal pneumatic devices appeared out of the sides of the walls, slowly pointing at the two victims before firing a burst viscous pink liquid, soaking them the neck down. The fluid clinging to their trembling bodies before slowly turning to soapy suds.

"Dear god… that witch trapped us in a freakin' car wash." Anya thought to herself. "I hope she didn't put in the extra quarters for hot wax." Her eyes suddenly looking in concern at the trembling boy as a series of two mechanical arms extended towards them. Both arms having a series of three sponge covered rods protruding from them, spinning around like a propeller as they rubbed up against the teens chest respective chests. Araña 's face starting to blush again as she felt the sponges roughly scrubbing her sensitive little breasts , her cinnamon colored nipples starting to grow erect again. Another pair of the arms suddenly approached the pair from behind. The spinning series of brushes now rubbing against their back and shoulders as well.

The muted boy letting out a soft "uungh" grunt as the twirling sponges moved lower rubbing down to their stomachs and the small of their backs at the same time. His green eyes shifting a bit, unable to look away from her glistening wet bosom and lovely nipples in spite of himself. He groaned as she felt the brushes continued to descend. Scrubbing down over their crotches and rear ends. He could hear her starting to pant again, whimpering as her tender clit was stroked with each spinning flicker of the sponges. The sound of her panting combined with the constant friction of the sponges causing his phallus to start to throb again.

The two gasping for breath as the arms pulled away. Araña breathing a sigh of relief before witnessing a pair of long snake like rubber tendrils slowly extending from the ceiling. The teens eyes going wide nervously the devices slowly hovered around their bodies, slowly approaching them. Each tendril consisted of a long gray cylindrical tube attached to a unique device made of white plastic. The one lurking menacingly above Anya's torso ended in a flat, smooth wand with a rounded shape. It slowly lowered itself between her legs before suddenly blasting her crotch with slow, controlled bursts of warm water.

"Eeeeeep!" She squealed. Knees trembling, her short petite body trembling as the automated shower head massaged her labia and clitoris. Once again softly panting for breath as her eyes looked on with concern through the yellow glass of her goggles at the boy. The tendril that was approaching him had a different tip to it, looking more like the end of a garden hose, long slender… phallic. She continued gasping and moaning, warm water splashing against her the soft folds of her tender pink flesh. Her mouth agape watching in shock as head of the hose slowly pressed itself between the cheeks of the boy's backside.

"Aaaauuunggh!" the lad grunted helplessly. Anya unable to turn her head back far enough to get a good look at exactly was happening to the poor kid but she could hear the sound of short controlled spurts of water coming from the hose combined with the lad's startled groans. "Uuuuunnggghh!"

Araña whimpered as the water continued to shower her pussy. Her brown eyes fluttering as the yellow glass of her goggles were starting to steam up to the point she couldn't see anymore. Leaving her lost in the tunnel only able to listen helplessly as the boy was now squealing. Her jaw dropped gasping as she was soon climaxing… again.

"Aaaaahhhhhhhh!"

The hoses pulled away as the warn rain washed the last of the juices and soap from their bodies. A loud whirring sound filling the tunnel around them as heated air blew their bodies from all directions. The teen's naked bodies shuddering, hair standing on end as they were slowly blow dried. The moving sidewalk finally came to a stop before a pair of large metal doors. The puppets newly dry cleansed bodies slowly stepped into the next room.

Araña remained still as she heard the doors close behind her. Her vision still obscured by the steam she suddenly felt the boy's hands wiping the steam away from her glasses.

"A-are you alright."

She paused for a moment as it took a moment to set in. Her heart racing… the boy was speaking to her.

For the moment they were free.

Chapter Four: Downtime

Anya tensed up a bit remaining silent as she saw the boy standing before her. Her eyes meeting with his for a second before she responded with a gasp. Noticing for the first time as she caught a close glimpse that he had been crying earlier.

"I-I'm fine…" she said. Her heart fluttering for a moment before the boy titled his head away, hiding part of his face. It was strange, moments ago they were having sex and now he was concerned about offending her modesty. Under entirely different circumstances she would be laughing. "It… It's alright really." She said slowly walking over towards him.

He paused… a clearly flustered as the nude girl slowly approached him. His green eyes going wide as his brow dripped with clammy sweat. He swallowed with a nervous gulp. "She puts the obedience crowns into a standby mode for a few hours everyday. We're on free time just so long as we don't…"

Without thinking Araña hastily reached up grabbing a hold of the gold band around her forehead before suddenly feeling an electrified jolt running through her body.

"Aaaaaugg!" she cried out, interrupting the boy dropping down to her knees cringing in pain.

"So long as we don't do that… or try to get out.." He said kneeling offering a hand, helping her to her feet. He noticed his palms were dripping with sweat against her gloved hard as they stood in the padded white room. It was smaller than the one they were in earlier without the mirror. A single door on the left hand side of the room. "Uh… the bathroom's over there."

"You call this free time?" She said, still reeling from the electric jolt.

"After being here for at least two weeks… yes I would." he said hanging his head. Pausing before speaking up. "My name's Juston… with an "O. Juston Seyfert."

"An" The heroine paused biting her lip for a second as she almost blurted out her real name. "Araña… with a tilde." She smiled, hoping for a little levity.

Juston remained silent for a moment. His pulse starting to jump a little as he noticed he was still holding hands with her. "I… I… I'm sorry." he managed to chirp out.
"Look… I forgave you the moment I realized what these awful headbands were doing to us." Anya said. "You have nothing to apologize for."

"But but the crown didn't make me…" Juston hesitated to speak.

"Hard?…" She responded somewhat bluntly before smiling trying to him. "Look this… situation is really, I mean really screwed up. But you were really… gentle." She slowly stepped forward, hugging him from the side. Slowly running a hand through his thick bushy brown main.

"You weren't hurt?" He asked. "I-I thought it was your first time."

"It was… but first times don't always… you know. Hurt like that." She said smiling still trying to cheer him up as he breathed in a deep sigh of relief. "Besides I figured if anyone was hurt it would be you after… that thing."

"The bidet from hell?" He laughed weakly. "It's not that bad."

"She's been trying to using you as a guinea pig for the stuff she designed to use on superheroes… hasn't she." Anya asked as the boy. He remained silent for a moment nodding. He breathed in a deep breath, before sighing as he felt somewhat relieved by the girl's presence. Her warm arms clutching his teen body as they enjoyed a moment of silence.

"Just one thing I don't understand." She finally spoke up. " Why did she choose you to pilot the giant killer robot?"

"I guess because I had a giant killer robot." Juston said.

"Really you have your own Sentinel…" She said suspiciously.

"Found it in my father's scrap yard." He said with slightly wry smile. "It's a long story… Let's just say that there's a Senator named Jeff Knudsen who is definitely not getting my vote anytime soon."

"Senator Knudsen. He's from Wisconsin right?" She asked.

"Yeah… I'm from Antigo." He replied. "It's near pretty much nowhere really."

"That's a long way from Brooklyn." She said. "Or Camp Hammond."

" Or… probably wherever we are now." He said, laughing weekly. "It's not fair really. Dad spent years working on my college fund so I could finally get out of that town and I could do anything but work in a scarp yard the rest of my life."

She continued to stroke his hair, huddling closer to him. Just wanting to be closer to the boy as it seemed they were all terribly alone. "How did you get… caught?"

"There was this girl in high school I had a huge crush on my sophomore year named Jessie.. She left town to college a year ago. Then one day she just goes missing." He said frowning. "About a week after my 18th Birthday I got a phone call from a woman saying that if anyone ever wanted to see her again, I had to turn myself into her.."

"So you surrendered yourself in exchange for her safety." She said continuing to cradle him… "You're a hero."

"No I'm not. If I didn't turn myself over to her goons… she wouldn't have been able to capture you." He shivered a bit in her arms.

"So is this girl Jessie. Is she here?" The heroine asked, clutching the boy close.

"No, that woman let her go but she did something to Jessie's mind." He cringed trying not to cry. His body tensing up as she held him tighter. "She has amnesia. She didn't know who I was…"

"Listen Juston… this witch has gotten away with too much already." She said whispering into his ear. Letting his head rest on her shoulder. Fingers wiping away some tears from his cheek "I'm getting you out of here. She's not going to hurt you any more. I just need you to remain calm…"

He nodded , swallowing with a nervous gulp as her closed her eyes. Breathing in deeply as he tried to relax a bit. Sighing a bit as he rested against her soft skin. Her bosom resting firmly against his chest. "I… I… understand."

"Now she didn't leave any tools in the room. The walls are padded. And I'm pretty sure there's at least 6 cameras hidden." She whispered.

"There's 8. I counted." He said.

"Now she's not going to keep these things on standby mode for much longer." She said. "We can't touch the crowns with our hands but they look like they're made of pretty thin metal and plastic."

"Meaning the one thing in this room that might break them…" He paused for a moment trying to look past the yellow goggles that shieled her eyes. Pausing for a moment.

"Is the other band." They said in unison.

"Oh this is going to suck…" Juston muttered before flinching a bit in anticipation as the latina girl reared her head back, and slammed her forehead against his hard.

KKKKRRRRAAAAAAKKK!!!!

Juston Seyfert spiraled backwards toward the floor groaning in pain as small stars swirled before him. His nude body laying prone on the floor. His green eyes fluttering a bit as gazed up at her nude lithe body. His face flushing red… as he realized he was looking directly at her the tender pink lips of her nether region. "My god…" his jaw dropping a bit silently mouthing the words. "You're beautiful…"

She laughed triumphantly… jumping a bit, her chest heaving a little as she bounced a bit. Clutching the shattered crown in her hand dropping it to the ground before she bent over, bending forward. Smiling as she stripped the second obedience crown from the boy's head before lifting him up over a shoulder. "We did it! We really did it!"

Juston was only mildly disconcerted by how strong this girl really was, still wincing in pain. "Yeah all we had to do was put our heads together."

Chapter Five: I Have No Strings

It took Araña only seconds to kick down the large door revealing the hallway of the automated washing chamber. The room now dead silent, as the young heroine sprinted forward the lad still draped over her shoulder.

"So what exactly is the plan." The boy said.

"Plan?" She responded. "Well I think we get our clothes back. I beat the crap out of this Marionette person, and I save you're lily white culo. That's the plan." Continuing to dash forward. The cold metal under her bare feat. Juston couldn't help but marvel at how the girl was able to keep perfect balance, not even coming close to slipping on the still rain-slick, suds-covered floor. The fact he had a perfect view of her backside as he was being carried only added to his sense of awe.

"B-but… it's not going to be simple." He responded "She has…"

"Booby traps?" She spoke up.

"Not that I know of. I was talking about…" He said before being interrupted again.

"An army of loyal henchmen?" She said again, sounding remarkably confident.

"No there's only…" he spoke up again only to hear the sound of the two massive metal doors opening revealing the room the two were bound and helpless in earlier. Standing before them was a massive woman of Asian descent, standing at approximately seven feet tall with an Amazonian muscular build. She wore a black vest not unlike that worn by a police guard and tight leather pants. Her face obscured by ornamental white paint, red "blushes" painted over her cheeks. She gazed forward at them with hollow gray eyes. An obedience crown around her forehead.

"She has that…" Juston said tilting his head towards the monstrous woman as walked towards them, his face turning as white as a sheet.. Araña gently lowing the boy to the padded ground before rolling her knuckles slowly circling the Amazon.

"You pathetic little tart." Cyber Marionette's voice spoke up over the speaker system. "Not only did you get entirely too friendly with my boy toy. You had the audacity to shatter two of my beautiful, beautiful crowns. If you are not going to be nice little playthings… well then I guess I'm going to have to let my China Doll break you."

"China Doll is… a really stupid name." Anya muttered before suddenly ducking a right cross aimed at her head. She dived across the room hastily rolling forward on the floor grabbing her backpack. Retrieving a spider-shaped grappling hook with one hand white grabbing her rope with the other. As the giantess stalked her she swung the rope forward aiming it the gold crown. The red metal spider hurling forward like a bullet.

BRRRAAAACK!!!

Araña smiled confidently for a fraction of the second as the crown was shattered before her jaw dropped in horror as the woman kept on coming.

"I'm sorry did you think she was the same kind of puppet as you were Araña? Ohohohoho!" Marionette's voice mocked in the distance, cackling wickedly. "Change of plans China Doll… attack the boy."

Juston who had been watching the fight in the corner suddenly looked on in shock as the tall woman turned towards him. A 'deer in the headlights' look in his eyes as he reared a leg back proceeding to kick him. He flinched closing his eyes as he anticipated the blow.

It never came.

"Auungh!" Araña grunted. The sprite like heroine had jumped into the path of the blow at the last second. Cringing in pain as China Doll's leather boot connected square on her ribs. Falling to the floor in a heap as her eyes teared up. The bushy haired boy watched infuriated, charging at the considerably taller woman only to be swatted away like a small child, landing flat on his rear next to the fallen grappling hook. Araña felt two large gloved hands clutching her by the shoulders lifting her over head. Cringing and struggling in the giantess's grasp she watched as the boy grab a hold of the grappling hook tossing it as hard as he can at China Doll's back.

"He's cute, brave… and he throws like a little girl." she thought frowning to herself as the hook harmlessly bounced off her before wriggling in the considerably taller woman's grasp. Her legs springing around, grabbing China Doll by the head and neck area with her muscular thighs before rearing back swinging a hard punch at her head. Twisting her body, hooking her legs together at the calves as she used what leverage she had to drive her attacker head first straight into the ground. Rearing her gloved fist back she swing again and again, keeping giant pinned down as she rained blows down. Her brown eyes opened in shock as the skin on China Doll cheek suddenly tore… revealing no blood, only wire and metal underneath.

"She's an android… uh… I knew that." she said before suddenly feeling the massive android grabbed a hold of her legs. Throwing her across the room.

"Uuungh!" she winced groaning as she hit the padded ground, rolling backwards before smacking against the wall of the mirror. She cringed, feeling dizzy as the boy ran at robot again. "JUSTON!" she cried out as the massive android grabbed her new friend by the throat. Strangling him, the boy gasping for air as his arms flailed in the air. Araña rapidly got to her feat, dashing as fast, jumping spring boarding off a wall fast as she could slamming her foot into the robot's back as hard as she could. The android turned it's head slowly towards her… before suddenly falling down to it's knees. Sparks flying out from her cheek before going lifeless as Juston had blacking out. Grimacing furiously as she pried the cold robot's fingers open the boy fell to the floor.

Juston groaned. He slowly flutter-fluttered his eyes open in shock as he felt Anya's gloved hands pressing down on his chest, her lips locked tightly against his as she blew straight into her lungs. A soft "Mmmmmmmmmmmmppph…" coming from his mouth as he became aware of what was going on before feeling a gloved hand slamming into the side of his arm.

"Promise me you will never, ever do anything that stupid ever again." She said looking into his eyes.

"I… I've done dumber things before." He said weakly, his green eyes looking into her goggles. "Besides all I had to do was pull out the black wire and that thing would power down…"

"You… you monsters! You brats! You broke my China Doll! You broke my toy!" Araña remained silent, ignoring the insane ramblings a madwoman as she walked towards the pile of her clothes. Grasping a hold of her sports bar, hooking it into place before sliding up her panties as the boy watched. Pulling her shirt over her head. The white T-shirt clinging tightly to her sweaty young body as she practically jumped in her pants. Juston blushed a bit…. He didn't think watching a girl simply going through the act of putting her clothes on would be such a turn on.

"What are you doing?! Stop this at once! You were ravished! You came like a whore! I… I… tamed you. I broke you!" The woman's voice was sounding increasingly hysterical as Juston handed Araña her grappling hook. The superteen swinging the hook around in the air like a bolo in circles before letting it fly at the one way mirror. The grappling spider flying like a missile before slamming into the glass.

"KKKRRRAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSHHH!!!"

It was at an early age when Lucile Paragon had developed a deep loathing of the superhero community. The heir of Paragon Pharmaceuticals fortune she watched as her family business was quickly being rendered obsolete by a new series of drugs developed by Reed Richards. She was particularly offended by the fact Richards wasn't even patenting his drugs, essentially flooding the market with cheaply produced generics which could be sold for pennies. There was so little profit in the enterprise it seemed downright un-American to her. The Pharmaceutical market was changing so quickly that many of the older companies suddenly found them struggling to make profits. Some said that the stress dealing with a company whose profits were shrinking drove her father to an early grave.
Alas none of the drugs Reed Richards had introduced to the market, nor the considerable resources of the Paragon corporation could do anything about the rare disease that was slowly crippling her. Having already lost the use of her legs, she decided that the family company should invest in cybernetics, a field she had a natural aptitude for.

Her remote neuro-muscular control technology was going to revolutionize the world. Some day she was going to be able to walk again. All she needed was some government grants to continue her research beyond a small handful of prototypes. Yet some critics had the audacity to argue that her equipment had her technology could be used as a glorified mind control device. The fools.

She was appalled, aghast as congress denied her grant money while practically lining up to fund Tony Stark's ridiculous superhero training camp. She knew what was really going on. For years the she had seen the American government never questioning the chance to invest in giving people bigger, more powerful ways to blow people off the face of the planet, yet they lacked gumption in funding much more practical science. Here she was, finding a way for crippled people to walk again (for a price) and they decided to waste the tax payer's money on a glorified superhero army.

How ludicrous these costumed adventurers looked in their garish costumes to her. How absurd the very notion of running around and engaging in these endless battles with equally ludicrous villains. Now they were actually starting a school for them. Outrageous! These costumed fools were so beneath her it wasn't even funny. In fact if she wanted to these people could be like toys to her. Like dolls… and she was going to invest what remained of her family fortune into proving it.

She had just completed the "China Doll" android when she recalled a news report of a giant robot rescuing some people from a mine disaster in upper Wisconsin. Finding the boy behind the machine proved easy as there were only a small handful of practical places one could actually hide an Authentic Shaw Sentinel MKVI, even in the middle of nowhere. The Seyfert family scrap yard fit the bill and she correctly deduced the idealistic teenager Juston was the one pulling the robot's strings. She researched the boy's past and set a trap. It was unfortunate to have to kidnap Jessie Ingram, but there had to be a way to guarantee the lad would come to her, and she really needed to test the emergency mind-wipe device. Away from the giant robot the boy was easily captured by the China Doll and imprisoned. She had spent the past two weeks demoralizing Juston, who would make the perfect test subject for his equipment. She soon took a perverse pleasure in being able to make him squeal like a little girl with the flip of a switch.

Despite her hatred of superheroes she began dedicating hours of her day researching them. Her first subject had to be a mid-level heroine still in training. She was overjoyed when her surveillance cameras near Camp Hammond discovered Araña's habit of wandering off after classes and swinging like a monkey through the woods. She was going to be her first slave. Her plan to capture, control, and demoralize her was perfect. Lucile Paragon had even though of her own "villain" name, just to taunt the girl. Everything was perfect.

At least she was until 5 minutes ago when the glass of the one way mirror came crashing down. She sat in her chair to horrified to move. Her frail, pale-skinned body shivering in her black dress. Her gray eyes going wide in shock as the short, athletic Latina heroine charged directly at her. Despite living with her crippling condition, she had never felt so helpless.

SMACK!

Juston Seyfert, who had dashed over to grab his clothes was astounded at how swift Araña had moved in to strike. The tan-skinned girl still seething with anger, her face flushed red as stood over her fallen abductor.

"Are… you… alright?" He asked.

"I… I… think I just punched out a paraplegic." The heroine said frowning.

"A really, really evil paraplegic." Juston replied.
"That makes me feel a little better." She replied.

Chapter Six: Pretzel Logic

"Ok. We disabled any alarm systems, destroyed any video evidence of our ordeal, and restrained that Marionette woman. Then programmed your pet Sentinel to go home. That cover all of our bases?" Araña asked, time had passed swiftly since we broke free.

"I think so. Despite having enough money to design and develop that equipment, I think she lived alone with that fem-bot. No bodyguards or even a cleaning staff." Juston said. Anya paused for a moment wondering if the boy actually felt sorry for the woman who held him captive for over two weeks.

"So I guess all we have to do is call S.H.I.E.L.D. and we're out of here." She said pausing, biting her lip slightly. "Unless you want to…"

"Want to what to what?" He asked… pausing looking confused as the girl suddenly turned to him pressing her lips against him into a deep passionate kiss.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…" Anya slowly broke off the kiss gazing into his deep brown eyes whispering to him. "Have sex?"

"D-did you just say?" he paused trembling his face blushing, brow nervous with sweat. His heart missing half a beat.

"Look… it's well. What happened these two days was… pretty messed up. " She said frowning, running a hand through his thick brown hair. "But how do I say this." She watched as the boy raised his eyebrow. "What's happened here is going to hang with us for the rest of our lives… You're my first time with a boy no matter what." She softly pressed a few kisses down the side of the lad's neck. "I want it to be because we had those horrible things on our heads. I want it to be because you're this really cute, really sweet guy."

He paused for a moment his green eyes fluttering a bit. Swallowing nervously… "You mean that?"

"Yes" the tan skinned heroine said whispering into his ear. "I want something good to come out of all this." She said… slowly reaching under his shirt, letting a her rubber fingerless gloved hand glide over his tummy. "Besides I need something to get my mind off of how I'm going to explain these rope marks to my dad when I get home."

"They're not that bad." he said.

"I look like a waffle." She replied pulling her shirt up, showing the pink marks from the shibari wrap she was in earlier.

"Just tell him you fell asleep in a hammock." he said smiling as he watched her giggle. "Besides, you think I'm going to have an easy time when I get home. One of those shots she gave me made my body hair fall out. But we can't have sex what if I make you… oh god. What if I made you."

"Relax…" Anya said. "I found some Levonorgestrel when I searched to see what drugs our host had on hand."

"Levo-what?" he said.

"Plan B." She said.

"Oh…" He smiled breathing a sigh of relief.

Araña smiled sliding a hand further up his shirt, tickling underneath his smooth underarms. "Tell him you're going out for the swim team." He was unable to help letting out some chortles. "But none of that matters now." She said… watching as his eyes gazed past her yellow goggles. "Right now is right about you and me." She placed a light kiss on his lips. "Now is all about us. No crowns… now machines… no ropes. Just us…" she said before reaching into her backpack. Smiling a bit as she reached into her backpack, retrieving her nylon rope once again removing the spider-shaped grappling hook. "Well maybe some ropes if you'd like that?" She smirked tying a little heart-shaped lasso.

Juston looked somewhat confused as the girl kneeled down before him, placing her arms behind her back as she slipped her hand through the lasso. "You… you think you might be into that kind of rope thing?

"Just a little." Anya said sounding slightly embarrassed. "But it's more of a trust thing than a rope thing. I trust your judgment. I trust you can take control of the situation. I trust your fantasy…"

He nodded, taking a hand on the rope as the girl raised her right foot letting Juston slowly remove her shoe and sock. "You know this is funny. After all the trouble we went to get our clothes back." She smiled at his words lowering her right foot to the ground before raising her left, letting him strip it bare as well. She giggled a little as his hands tickled the arch of her foot. She stretched her leg forward bringing the arch of it to his lips, letting him kiss it. A subtle reminder of the amount of control she count hold over him, if she really wanted to. She smirked pulling her foot away lifting it up above her head, before slipping it behind her bound hands. His jaw dropped a bit in amazement. "My god… you're limber."

Anya smiled slowly pulling lowering herself to the ground before pulling her right leg above and behind her head as well. A wry look on her lips before he kneeled down wrapping the nylon rope around her feat, a tight square knot before looping the rope around binding her bare feat to her ankles.

"Th-this doesn't hurt?" He asked… showing some concern. Somewhat astounded at how at ease the willowy Mexican lass looked in this position.

"Of course not." She fluttered her eyebrows under her goggles. "This is your fantasy Juston. Make it real." She said. Smiling as the boy finally showed some intuitive reaching under her shirt slowly wrapping his hands around her bosom. Softly cupping her small, but pleasantly round breasts. The heroine squirming against the ropes, playfully "ooh"-ing and "aaah"-ing as he fondled her chest. Grinning as the boy unhooked her bra before rolling her shirt up… curiously examining her erect cinnamon brown nipples. His warm breath baring down on her amber latina skin as he softly kissed her breasts, slowly suckling her nipples as he grabbed the elastic waist of her running pants slowly pulling them down to just above her knees.

"Ooooooh!" she gasped as she felt his hands slowly stroking her panties softly rubbing the soft white cotton fabric over her folds of her labia.

"You like that…" Juston whispered as he peppered the girl's midsection with kisses softly stroking the crotch of her underwear.

"MMmmm… Ci! Ciiiiii!" Anya said gasping in her native tongue. Her lips quivering a bit as the boy slowly pulled her panties down while running a finger through the frizzy tuft of hair above her nether-lips. She pulled and wriggled against her ropes as his lazily stroked her clit.

"Aaaaaaieeeee!" she squealed playfully. Juston watching in fascination as her pussy quaked in delight. The Hispanic heroine letting out soft, delightful cries of pleasure as the boy leaned in. Softly kissing the heroine's nether lips, his warm tongue draping over it like a kitten drinking a saucer of milk.

"Ccccccciiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-eeeeeeeeeeee!" she squealed out in her native tongue. Her body quivering… writhing on the floor as the lad continued lapping away. "Don't stop!" she said panting… don't stop!" she begged as he pulled his mouth away. The boy as he looked at her face, to face. Slowly pulling down her opaque goggles. Her brown eyes suddenly looking nervously up into his green eyes. The girl letting out a nervous little 'gulp' as she realized how vulnerable she really was in this position.
"I'm sorry about you're 'mask' but… I had to see your eyes just once." Juston whispered into her ears. The bound heroine shuddering with anticipation as the boy unfastened his belt. Slowly sliding his pants down. Her eyes going wide in delight as she saw his slender young cock. The virile lad smiling kindly before pressing a deep, deep kiss against her lips as he slowly, slowly thrust his shaft into her.

"Mmmmmmmmppppppppppph!" Her contorted legs quivered a bit as she moaned deeply into the kiss. Her brown eyes going wide as she felt the lad's shaft gradually slide deep into her. His hips thrusting slowly at first as he continued to kiss her. Her arms and legs straining a bit as she was only able to make the nylon rope stretch ever so slightly.

"Mmmmmmmaaaaaoooohhhh" she groaned against the kiss passionately as she felt the boy picking up speed. His hips grinding away, his shaft beginning to piston deeply in and out of her. Her eyes closing tightly shut as she panted for breath, the boy's arms wrapped tightly around the heroine's sides. She soon lost track of the time… her hips bucking and grinding in response to his thrusts as her hands and feet pulled against the unyielding rope. Periodically he would break off the kiss, listening to her squeal in delight. Unable to resist mixing in some passionate words in Spanish.

"Aaaaaaaaieeeeeeeee… Te quiero Juston! {I love you Juston} Meter Mi! Meter Mi! {Put it in Me!}" She begged. Juston began to wish he knew Spanish but watching her squeal delightfully as he continued to pick up speed he got the idea. Softly gasping for breath as he tried to keep going as long and as hard as he could. Clinging tightly to her as she felt her bucking like a jack rabbit under her. Wincing as he felt the pleasure building inside of him. Grunting a bit as he tried to ravish her as long and as hard as possible.

Anya Corazon 's brown eyes started to tear up. She had tried for so long to keep her captor from watching her cry through all of the humiliations she had experienced over the weekend. She finally could not hold back her emotions any longer as she felt her muscles tighten and contract once again. Her bound arms and legs quivering in the tight, secure restrains of the. She was in heaven, crying blissful tears of joy as she felt herself beginning to climax once again.

"AAAAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" She wailed.

She didn't want this to end, writhing as she felts him kissing him deeply once again. Her entire body jerking spastically as she felt him climax as well, his shaft once more spurting inside of her. The exhausted teens slumping down on the floor as Juston slowly undid the ropes letting her pull her limp legs down to the floor, her arms wrapping around his sides as the huddled close to each other.

"Oh my god…" Juston said, his hands slowly wiping the tears from her eyes. "Thank you."

"No… thank you." She said before going completely limp on the floor. "Just one thing… where did you learn all of those crazy knots?" Anya asked.

"Boy scouts…" Juston said. The two giggling before

Chapter 7: EPILOGUE

Months had past. Anya Corazon had finally completed the final weeks of high school, the final days of her super heroine training at Camp Hammond. She was free for the summer, aside from her usual patrols and the odd mission working for Ms. Marvel. She finally had some time to herself.

And she was miserable. It was like she had opened up some sort of Pandora's box. It wasn't so much the sex, she missed. It was the company. In that bizarre time she spent at The Cyber Marionette's lair she found someone normal she could be honest with. Someone normal who accepted the weirdness inherent of her life. She even found herself missing the ropes. Perhaps not so much longing for the bondage, as the company of someone she liked and trusted enough to bind her. Her mind wandered…

"Hurry up! Anya-chan! We're going to miss freshmen orientation." The voice of Lynn Sakura, Anya's best friend since junior high jolted the teenager awake. Wearing her lavender coat, blue baby doll teashirt, black mini-skirt, striped stockings and high heals the Japanese teenager was dressed to kill as they walked through the Empire State University bookstore. "Besides we have to find out where the parties are tonight. One way or another you are going to have a good time this weekend."

Anya was happy to have her longtime friend as a roommate, but god she really wished Lynne would stop cheering her up. She slowly walked forward through the bookstore wearing a pink fleece hooded pullover, a white T-shirt, and pair of khaki pants. A little too bummed out to notice that carrying both her and her best friend's heavy text books was a dead giveaway of her super strength. "Look let's just get the rest of our books and be on our way. We haven't even fully moved into our dorm room yet."

"True, true." Lynn responded. "But that's no reason why we shouldn't be sociable. Get to know some of our fellow students… particularly the boy ones." She said fluttering her eyes for a moment, smiling wryly.

"With god as my witness, please do not let Lynn play matchmaker." She thought to herself. Anya knew her friend had epically bad taste in boys. She had unwittingly dated the alter-ego of Araña's deadliest enemies once.

Lynn flashed a wry grin whispering to her friend. "Speaking of which, we got a kawaii {cute} little white guy over there, who judging by the wide eyed look of awe probably just got off the plane from one of those flyover states."

Anya rolled her eyes continuing to walk through the make like layout of the text book store before she stopped dead in her tracks. A familiar pair of deep green eyes had crossed hers. She gasped stumbling a bit, losing her balance dropping most of their books. The slender boy with bushy, long brown hair rushing to help the two girls pick them. He was wearing a Green Bay Packers T-shirt, a pair of tight, tight jeans, and a very familiar pair of sneakers.

"Here let me help you with that…" The boy said. "The name's Juston… Juston Seyfert. Just got in from Antigo. It's kind of funny I didn't think about going here until I found out I was qualified for a scholarship a few months ago."

"Lynn Sakura! Pleased to meet you!" The Asian girl said… flashing a beaming grin before nudging her friend in the side with her elbow.

Up until feeling her friend nudging her friend tapping her. "Ar-" Anya winced having almost blurted out her superhero name. "Anya Corazon."

"Corazon?" Juston said. "That's Spanish for heart right?" he reached out taking her sweaty hand.

"Yes it is…" Her face blushing red. "So you're new around here?"

"Yeah… just got in from LaGuardia Airport." he said flashing an all too familiar grin. "I'd like someone to show me around town after freshmen orientations."

"I'd like that." She said… her pulse racing. "I could even help you unpack."

"So… it's a date then? I'll meet you back here after orientation." Juston said.

"Yes…" Anya said, smiling like a small child at Christmas.

"Not fair…" Lynn whispered into her blushing friend's ear. "I saw him first."
The End.

Footnotes For Non-Comic Readers.

Araña (Anya Corazon)

Araña made her first appearance in Amazing Fantasy Vol. 2 #1 and was co-created by writer Fiona Avery & artist Mark Brooks.

Anya Corazon is girl from Brooklyn who lives with her father, Gil who works as an investigative reporter. One fateful night she ended up stumbling onto a modern day shamen ritual and soon found herself caught in the crossfire between two ancient cliques ; the Spider Society and the Sisterhood of the Wasp. Anya received her powers after the shaman Miguel, transferred some of his power into her to save her from a potentially fatal injury. After her powers awakened Araña would work for the Spider Society and it's civilian front Webcorps, until the leaving the group following the death of her mentor Miguel. Following some advice from Spider-Man she continued to fight on for the greater good.

During Marvel's Civil War event, Anya was a reluctant heroine essentially drafted by S.H.I.E.L.D to serve on the pro-registration side. She began training under the tutelage of Ms. Marvel, serving as Carol Danvers de facto side-kick. A roll her father doesn't approve of. A little older, and a little wiser in story time she's almost completed her training and is ready to start fighting crime on her own.

Araña has superhuman strength (able to lift 3 tons), and agility. She can climb walls and jump over 25 feet. Anya's skeleton is incredibly flexible, and she can conceal herself in tiny cavities. For a period of time she could summon a blue exoskeleton carapace, which was bullet proof, though she seemed to lose this power following attack by the Ms. Marvel villain Doomsday Man. She also has training in gymnastics, and muy-thai kickboxing.

Recommended Trade Paperback Reading: Araña digest vol. 1-3, Ms. Marvel vol. 2: Civil War, Ms. Marvel vol. 3: Operation Lightning Storm.

Juston Seyfert

Juston made his first appearance in the pages of Sentinel #1. He is the co-creation of writer Sean McKeever,

Juston Seyfert was normal human teenager tormented by the seniors at Antigo High School in Wisconsin. He grew up in his father's junkyard with his little brother named Chris; their mother walked out on the family years ago. Being poor, Juston had to find his own fun, and spent the days playing in the salvage yard. Juston and his brother Chris would sometimes create small remote-controlled "battle bots" to amuse themselves. Juston found the remains of a Sentinel (one of the giant mutant hunting robots the X-Men Fight) outside of the scrap yard. Rebuilding and reprogramming the Sentinel, Juston attempted to give himself a better life. Hoping to teach some bullies at his school lesson and impress his friends (including a girl by the name of Jessie Ingram), Juston programmed the Sentinel to launch a mock attack on the school. Just then crashed a vehicle into the Sentinel's leg prompting it to flee. The ploy worked and Juston was soon regarded as a hero in his town. While no-one was hurt physically, Juston however soon wracked with guilt and began using the Sentinel to perform legitimate good deeds such as preventing a highway accident and rescuing passengers from a plane crash. The giant robot sittings attracted the attention of the Commission on Superhuman Activities (CSA.) A battle between CSA agents and the Sentinel triggered the robot to revert to it's original programming. After a mutant CSA agent died stopping the robot's rampage Juston blamed himself and ran away from home.

While searching through the audio/visiual files on the Sentinel's computer, he would discover footage of the robot killing an innocent man. Unbeknownst to Juston, years ago Senator Jeff Knudsen and Colonel Archibald Hunt had programmed the Sentinel to go on a rampage in a scheme to assassinate one of Knudsen's political rivals. The Sentinel that Juston found was in fact programmed to self destruct upon completing it's mission, but landed near the scrap yard partially intact and initialized it's self-repair mode. Knudsen and Hunt sent out an experimental Mark V-II Stealth Sentinel destroy the Sentinel and anyone who could tie them to the assassination scheme. Juston, Sentinel in tow returned to Antigo to defeat the stealth robot. He would eventually upgrade and repair his Sentinel with parts from the fallen Mark V-II.

Juston has no superpowers despite being an unusually smart, and a gifted mechanic. Following the first battle with Mark V-II, his Sentinel upgraded itself to include a cockpit, protecting the boy in battle and allowing him complete control. In story continuity Juston has a few more years of doing good deeds under his belt, but still has some guilt issues to work out.

Recommended Trade Paperback Reading: Sentinel digest Vol. 1-3

Cyber Marionette (Lucile Paragon)

Cyber Marionette is a original villain of my own creation so congratulations. If you finished this story you've completed your recommended reading. Congratulations! Her name is an in-joke reference to the unrelated (and unseen by me) anime series Saber Marionette-J.

Camp Hammond

Located in Stanford Connecticut, the site of the tragedy that kicked off Marvel's Civil War event, Camp Hammond is the training school for all newly registered heroes. It is named for James Hammond the golden age human torch.

Camp Hammond first appeared in Avengers: The Initiative #1 and is the brainchild of writer Dan Slott.

Lynn Sakura

Anya's best friend made her first appearance in Amazing Family vol. 2 #1. She no idea her best friend is a superhero. For a period of time (unsuccessfully) attempted to pursue a romantic relationship with a boy named Jon Kaiser, not knowing he was really an assassin named Amun who was hired to hunt down Araña.