"Spider-Girl:
Irony of Perversion"
Written by the Slime
Wizard
Stinger orgasmed again.
Dripping with sweat and
some goo she didnt 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 Curses 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
couldnt see their captors clearly, but she knew they werent 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 its way around her throat and lifted
her up. Choking, shed 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, Curses 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, Dreams 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 didnt 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 hadnt realized shed 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 its
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. Shed 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... Im 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 hadnt.
Her fellow femme fighters
were all spread eagle by webbing, stomachs distended, giving birth to something
she didnt want to know about. It was something out of a sickos
nightmares.
She dropped to her knees,
lifted her mask up, and vomited her breakfast. Darkdevil would have laughed
at her if hed 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 didnt 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
didnt.
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
Stingers 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
couldnt 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 didnt 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
shed 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 costumes 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 its 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 its
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 couldnt fight this. It began pumping almost
immediately, moving like a piston. She felt herself growing wet, allowing
it an easier time to do its foul deed. In and out it moved, until she
climaxed. Head hung in shame, she felt her body moving in tune with the beast.
Its ejaculation into her was almost anti-climatic.
It continued to pump its
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 its 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.