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“No one knows who I truly am. And no one ever will.”This was the thought that Peter Parker, our friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, was mulling on while he held his camera against his chest as the rattle of the tracks passed through the cabin of the subway car. Across from him was a mother who held her daughter with the same fervor in which he held onto his own possession. Occasionally she would glance up at him before going back to holding onto her daughter. He gave a slight wave then remembered the healing bruise he was sporting thanks to his most recent fight with the Rhino.“I fell. Bike accident.” He said to her, lying through his teeth.But all he could do was lie. He couldn’t just say- “I got this by fighting a 600 pound Russian who was wearing a solid steel skinsuit based on a South African mammal of the same weight in the middle of Wall Street resulting in the Charging Bull becoming the Charging Dent. Also I'm Spider-Man, want my autograph?”Before he could say anything else about bike safety or rhinos the doors leading out to his station opened up, inviting that iconic fresh New York air in.As he started his commute out his mind returned back to that though from before: “No one knows who I truly am. And no one ever will.”[LATER: TOP FLOOR OF THE DAILY BUGLE]The first thing Peter heard as the doors of the elevator slid open was: “WHERE THE HELL IS THAT KID!”As he entered the editorial bullpen with his recently developed photos in hand he felt his spider-sense tingle along the length of his spine as a very angry J. Jonah Jameson laid his beating red eyes upon him.“PARKER! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WAITING FOR? AN INVITE? GET IN HERE- NOW!” He yelled across the length of the floor.Virtually sprinting, Peter jogged into Jonah’s office where he and Robbie Robertson were anticipating his arrival.“Sorry to keep you two waiting. I would have come sooner but the photo room was a screwed Nightmare.” Parker said, lying again.At that moment the sound of lightning echoed just outside the office’s window, making all three men look outside.“Uh… YOU LIE! THAT ROOM IS PERFECTLY ORGANIZED.” Jameson said, pointing his very muscular finger at Peter.“That’s beside the point. Do you at least have the photos?” Robbie asked.“Here, The Scorpion versus Spider-Man. And, something else I managed to catch, another pyrotechnics display came from that haunted house on Bleeker street, for the street beat department.” Peter said, handing the photos to Robbie before they were grabbed by Jonah.As Jonah flipped through Peter’s shots, Robbie turned to him.“You're a real asset to this team, and Jonah here won’t admit it but I think you have a real future at The Bugle… That is, should you choose to balance this and college once you finish up at that genius school.” Robbie said, getting ready to say more.“THESE ARE CRAP. I’LL GIVE YOU $400 FOR THE LOT.” Jonah interrupted, not waiting for a response as he left for the cutting floor.Parker nodded and moved to leave before Robbie stopped him.“This came for you,” Robbie said, handing him an envelope, “There’s no address from the sender but the stationary makes it pretty obvious that it’s from Stark. Tony Stark. Couldn’t help but read it either… He wants you to invite Spider-Man to some party happening at the Avengers Mansion, tonight.”Peter took it gingerly, like it had more weight to it than normal paper.“T-Thanks.” Peter said, leaving without taking his payment.He had only met Tony Stark once and that was while wearing the webs. Besides, what little talking they did was all related to the case of the matter: The Chameleon impersonating Stark in order to steal upwards of half a billion dollars from Tony’s company. But his time with Tony ended after he was gassed and pushed off Stark Tower while Tony finished the fight. So had Tony done some private investigating? Did he take a sample of Peter’s blood? How did he know that Peter Parker was Spider-Man?“I guess I left an impression…” Peter mumbled to himself as he left the front doors of the Bugle, still holding the letter in his hands.He knew he didn’t leave an impression, at the time Peter would have totally tried to do the same if he had lived a different life and received different powers. But he didn’t, he was bitten by a radioactive spider and he had just lost Uncle Ben, his one father figure who had been in his corner since he was a boy. Besides, his knack for quips and thwips wasn’t what it is today.[LATER: QUEENS- PETER PARKER’S ROOM]After casing his own house to see if Aunt May was home, Peter eventually decided that he was in the clear. Locking the door behind him, he set his camera down and began to change attire. Panic aside, meeting the Avengers was nothing to blink at. The world knew them as “Earth’s Mightiest Heroes” but the role they played was much more than that. In the months since their first appearance they came to be cultural figureheads of science and politics. Captain America had hosted Jeopardy! several times while The Hulks made a double cameo on Star Trek: The Next Generation. Hawkeye and Black Widow were regulars on talk shows as The Black Panther made speeches during correspondent dinners over C-Span. They were also the first organization to openly welcome mutants with Quicksilver and The Scarlet Witch. So all in all, he was pretty thrilled to be invited… but that wasn’t why he was going. He had to make sure that Stark told no one else.Turning around to take a soaring leap out his window he quickly looked at himself in the mirror.“No big deal…” He told himself.Then he turned and soared up into the sky as night began to envelope the city that never sleeps.[LATER: ABOVE THE BACKYARD OF THE AVENGERS MANSION]Peter looked down at the building. It was small from the edge of the skyscraper he was on, no bigger than his thumb. From this distance landing wasn’t the issue- it was his opening line. One small slip up and he was no better than some stupid fan.“So, where’s the party?” He said out loud as he started to pace back and forth.“So, is the president nice?”“So, can I use your restroom?”Silence also wasn’t the move. He could picture it now: landing near a bunch of celebrities who were talking about something cool and just standing there quietly as they all looked at him like he didn’t just tank 60-floors worth of momentum on his way in.“Aw who cares, I’ll figure it out on my way down” And with that, he fell.

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You never expect grass in New York. Sure, there’s Central Park and a few other places, but aside from that you just never expect it. This was the one thing that Peter Parker was thinking about as he landed in the backyard of the Avengers Mansion. With a “plunk” he hit the grass flooring at a solid 45 mph, landing on his feet in perfect condition. Looking up he was met with the unmasked and astounded faces of two Avengers, Captain America and The Black Panther, as they spun around from the grill which they were toiling away at.“...You’re Spider-Man…” Captain America muttered, seemingly impressed at his existence.He stood there for a moment, stunned that an Avenger knew about him.“…S-So, do you have a permit for that?” Peter stuttered nonchalantly as he pointed at the grill between them.“Tony!” The Black Panther yelled as he stilled his cool composure.Suddenly the sliding glass door behind the three of them slid open.“Are the steaks ready?” Tony Stark asked.In the six months since he had last seen him, Tony had seemingly let himself relax a bit with his hair getting longer and his clothing becoming less formal.“SPIDER-MAN! YOU’RE ACTUALLY HERE!” He yelled, throwing his hands up excitedly.“Uh, yeah… can we talk?” Peter asked, a bit dazed that he was expected.“Sure, Sure… Just let me give you the tour first.” Tony said, taking him by the arm and leading him into the kitchen of the mansion.It was a spacious thing with an island in the middle that was filled with exotic food like pineapple chunks and glasses of juice with a mountain of fresh steak as the centerpiece. Attached to it on the right was the dinning room where a man milled about in the shadows. Tony looked at him for a minute before getting his attention.“Banner! Banner! Come say hi to our esteemed guest!” Tony yelled.Bruce Banner stepped out of the shadows and squinted at the two of them before registering who Peter was.“Is that-?” He asked.“Spider-Man, yeah.” Tony said before taking Peter by the arm again and swinging him back around. “Fully stocked shelves. Feel free to take what you need, I'm not picky. Oh, and the restroom is to the right just past the dining room.”As they turned around two more unmasked Avengers, The Wasp and Quicksilver, came into the kitchen with empty plates from a room where “You Spin Me Round” by Dead or Alive played.“Hey is Thor here with the mea-” The Wasp began to ask before stopping as soon as she saw Tony and Peter.“Janet? Janet?” Quicksilver repeated, tapping her on the shoulder, “What’s going on?”He then turned to see what she was looking at, not truly appreciating the situation.“Oh it’s Spider-Man…” Quicksilver said plainly, not really registering his own sentence which was ironic considering his speed.“Don’t worry about them, let’s go to the other room.” Tony said, leading him to the room where the music was playing.The living room, more of a lounge, was dark with the only light coming from the kitchen and a massive TV that was currently playing MTV. Surrounding the TV was a conversation pit set deep into the floor. Peter could barely tell who all was there but from the light that was provided he made out about four figures. The two who were close looked to be The Scarlet Witch plus Black Widow and they seemed to be wrapped up in a conversation about some guy named Todd Toynbee and his freakishly long tongue. Then on the other side, Hawkeye seemed to be trying to flirt with She-Hulk by talking about himself which didn’t really make him look good.“Ahem… Ahem!” Tony cleared his throat before clapping twice to get the TV to pause, “Uh, this is the media room. We got a TV and shelves that are stocked to the brim with movies if that’s your thing… What am I talking about, you're on the young side, it’s absolutely your thing.”As Tony was talking about all the amenities, the other Avengers in the room turned towards the two of them and began to register just who Tony was talking to. Not wanting to be impolite, like they were all being, he gave a courtesy wave. Tony then took Peter’s arm again and led him out a set of doors to the atrium.“This room isn’t important. We just have it so governors and generals don’t wander into the places where they aren’t supposed to be. To the left are steps towards guest rooms and the like but those aren’t a part of this tour. Back to the kitchen…” Tony said, beginning to walk Peter back to where they started.At this point the two of them had amassed a large crowd of Avengers who wanted to get a peek at the seemingly elusive Spider-Man. While he couldn’t deny how cool it was that The Avengers knew about him he found it infuriating that they were just gawking at him. When they got to the kitchen his spider-sense told him to put himself as close to the sliding door as he possibly could without actually climbing onto it so he could escape if needed. Everyone else flowed in from the atrium and the media room and as slowly as they did, silence filled in the gaps. Wanting to break the tension, Peter thought of some jokes but figured that none of them would be fitting nor funny. Then, like divine intervention in human form- Tony’s assistant and business partner Pepper Potts managed to slip into the room.“Tony. Spider-Man.” She said, acknowledging the two of them before turning towards Peter as she went to get some food off the Island. “How’s it been in the past five months since that business with The Chameleon?”“Six actually.” He said sheepishly.“Hmm…” She nodded knowingly, “So, whose dog did you kill?”The joke wasn’t funny, but Peter needed a laugh.“I don’t know but they must have been important.” Peter chuckled, his shoulders drooping slightly.“God, I’m sorry, sport.” A voice from the crowd said.Captain America waded through the 8-person strong audience towards Peter.“We seem to have forgotten our manners. But that kind of thing happens when you come face to face with an urban legend… Uh, my name is Steve- Steve Rogers.” He said, extending a hand.Peter looked down at it and started to get a bit choked up. He knew what he was getting into when he became Spider-Man and it wasn’t for people to get to know him, much less shake his hand. So he took Steve’s offer in kind, shaking the hand of someone he might come to call a friend.The rest of the night seemed to slip by. He played darts with Clint, tried to challenge Pietro to a footrace, had a very thought provoking conversation about his web-fluid with Bruce and learned that Wakanda was a real place from T’Challa. Eventually, he was able to finally talk to Tony about the matter at hand- his identity.“So, uh, how did you find out?” Peter asked Tony as the two of them entered the kitchen.“What do you mean?” He asked back.“Who to send the invite to. Because, y’know, I pride myself on being hard to contact- and harder to find.”“Hmm? Oh, I just reached out to the Bugle.”“I know… I was given the invite by the Bugle.” Peter said, his voice dropping to a whisper.“No, I made sure to address it to that guy who gets all those good photos of you. I figured that the reason he is so good is because you probably tell hi-” Tony paused in his tracks before backing up slightly.Peter’s spider-sense rattled as he looked at him to finish his thought before realizing that he had just inadvertently told Tony Stark, an Avenger, who he was.“Shit.” He muttered.“Are you telling me that you’re making money off of glorified selfies?” Tony asked as he leaned back in.“Shit.” He repeated, beginning to bury his face in his hand.“SPIDER-MAN! WHERE ARE YOU SPIDER-MAN!” A voice boomed out from the atrium, “I KNOW YOU ARE HERE BOY! REVEAL YOURSELF!”Using this now very convenient excuse to leave a worsening situation, both Peter and Tony joined the ranks of Avengers that had assembled in the atrium. Before them, lounging on the steps, was a very pale man. He wore what looked like a dark green skinsuit who’s design shifted about from crossing lines to imagery of skulls to things Peter couldn’t name. Draped over his back was a black cloak that looked like it was dissolving into nothingness behind him. In his hand was a murky crystal ball that would occasionally change to show different views of New York. His face resembled what Peter might consider an elf to look like, his hair seemed damp like it had just been dried by a towel and his eyes were bloodshot with deep bags beneath them.“You must be Spider-Man…” He said in a cool tone as Peter came into the room.“Who are you?” He asked, his spider-sense blaring.“I am the being whose name you so poorly evoked today. And I have come to rectify that wrong decision.” The elf-thing replied.“If you try to hurt him. You're going to have to go through us.” Steve said as he stepped forward, shield in hand.“If you insist.”The elf-thing then swiped his hand, dissolving Steve, Tony, T’Challa, Bruce, Clint and Pietro in a way that was reminiscent of his cape. Thus leaving Janet, Jennifer, Natasha, Wanda and Pepper with Peter.“What the-” Natasha muttered as Wanda’s eyes started to glow bright red.“Tony! Bruce!” Both Pepper and Janet called out while Jennifer started to grow to her Hulk size.“Easy ladies, no need to get your undergarments in a wad. Now, Spider-Man.” He said nonchalantly as Peter began to see red. “Earlier-”Before he could get another word out, Peter shot a web which made a solid connection with the staircase a mere inch away from the elf-thing’s shoulder before flinging himself at the magician, slamming its head into the stairs.“Oh!” The small group of women exclaimed as they watched the scene unfold.“Damn it!” The elf-thing swore as it threw Peter off and rose to the ceiling above them. “Earlier today you evoked my name when you said ‘-screwed Nightmare-’ Now I take offense to that because it’s uncalled for. You don’t see me dropping ‘-fucked spider-man-’ whenever I lie. So, to teach you a lesson in watching your mouth, i’m going to have you become a ‘fucked spider-man’ in the most literal sense possible.”Nightmare then swiped his hand again causing an aura to envelop everyone on the floor. This strange light made Peter feel something about him change, like someone had just taken something valuable of his and divided it. Looking over his shoulder he could tell that the women were feeling the same- but something told him it was in reverse.“Now, I know you want your friends back, so here is the only way I'll return them.” Nightmare declared as the light disappeared, “Each woman before me has just been given an identical copy of your dick that is proportionally just to their own bodies. Why? Well after, and only after, you have been penetrated and therefore unsullied by all the women behind you will I feel aptly compensated for your transgression. So, just consider your friends a ‘temporary solution’ if you will.”Peter looked behind himself again to try and get some kind of indication from the women that Nightmare was lying. They all gave him some kind of variation of an uneasy, near pitiful look that told him nothing. But the definite answer of came when he saw Pepper adjust the band of her skirt, up at him and briefly nod before taking a shaky breath.“I understand if you all have reservations about doing this so let me assure you: there are no loopholes, no alternatives and no escape. So take your time, make your peace, enjoy the replenishing food in the kitchen and learn your lesson…”He then snapped his fingers, making enchanted locks appear on the front door.“And remember, I’m watching you.” He said as he shook his crystal ball, disappearing as a scroll fell to the floor with ‘terms and conditions’ seared onto the paper.

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After Nightmare had disappeared everyone shot off to do their own thing. Wanda grabbed the scroll and started to read it carefully while Jennifer, who was still in hulk form, and Janet took to the restroom so they could inspect their newfound possession. Peter just stood there feeling numb; this was somehow all his fault because he used a very common phrase and now, the hyper-dramatic demon of dreams had just sentenced him to take it up the ass five times. It was a stupid yet somehow dire situation, and he was right in the middle of it. Then, suddenly, his spider-sense tingled making him pivot on his heels towards the threat.“Whoa, it’s just us!” Pepper yelped after he spun around.“Sorry, reflexes. Anxiety. You now have my penis. Take your pick, I don’t think any excuse will help.” Peter said with his voice sounding jittery as he tried to relax, his spider-sense still humming.Natasha looked at him like she was inspecting him for flaws.“Hey. None of us want to fuck you. And I don’t think any of us will.” She pointed to Wanda as she read the scroll, “It’s best we group up in the dining room, make a plan.”Peter nodded and looked at Pepper while Natasha walked off.“We are going to get through this. With our pants on.” Pepper said in an effort to comfort him.Peter nodded and headed off to the dining room, guilt still clouding his mind.[A SHORT WHILE LATER- THE DINING ROOM]“He’s thorough, real thorough.” Wanda said as she set the scroll on the table, “Essentially there is nothing else we can do but fuck Spider-Man.”Exclamations erupted from the table in protest of Wanda’s blatant declaration.“Hold it. You said essentially, give us the details.” Natasha asked, commanding the room.“Ok. Nightmare lists, in graphic detail, all the sexual and perverse acts that Spider-Man could do that wouldn’t count towards his unsulliment. These range from the typical blowjob to eating ass- even gory things wouldn’t help. Then the rest of the scroll goes into greater detail about how general bargaining like doing embarrassing dances and other such things would be ignored. Oh, and none of us can kill ourselves. So yeah- anal is literally the only way out.” Wanda explained.The room fell silent as the news hit each and every one of them. Some people like Pepper and Janet nodded slowly, expressing that they knew what they had to do. Peter held his masked head in his hand and started to feel sick. Others like Natasha and Wanda leaned back in their chairs or tossed their red crowns onto the table like they were accepting their fate in this two floored limbo. Jennifer however fell into neither of these camps.“Well what are we waiting for? Let's just do it already and go home!” She said as she stood up and kicked the chair out from under her, making it break as it collided with the wall.In response, Janet, Natasha and Wanda all stood up to stop her from getting to Peter as Pepper pushed him back and away from Jennifer while his sixth sense tingled on his back.“Jenn! Relax! While he might be dressed like a spider he’s still human!” Pepper shouted as the She-Hulk stopped in her tracks.She took several deep breaths and backed up slightly before raising her hands in defiant surrender and sitting back down in a different chair.“Now let’s just talk about this, at the end of the day, Spider-Man calls the sho-...” Pepper’s voice started to phase out as Peter began to mull over his newfound responsibility.On one hand, he really liked his ass the way it was, with nothing going inside of it. On the other hand, he was now everyone’s ticket out- and the more he held off, the larger the number of people who would take Jennifer’s side would be. This made it so he now had his own personal dilemma on top of the larger dilemma everyone else had. Should he protect his own dignity or should he just take one for the team? But he thought about what was at risk if he didn’t. The Avengers would lose some of their greatest members and all six of them would be stuck here forever. And that was only the tip of the butterfly effect iceberg. Then it occurred to him… Nightmare said ‘penetrated’ but he didn’t describe anything more than that. Wanda said it was anal but didn’t describe anything else. He had found a loophole.“Length.” He said out loud.“What?” Pepper asked.“Length. Wanda, did the scroll say anything about how much length I had to take.” Peter asked.She thought for a minute before coming to the same revelation.“...no…” She said.“Ok, that decides it. I’m game. Let’s just get this over with.” Peter said, his voice full of confidence.“Are you sure?” Janet asked him, seeming a bit taken aback by the sudden decisiveness.“Yeah. I’m taking one for the team.”“So what, we line up and do it fast? Tip then tip until all of us are done?” Natasha asked.“Exactly.” He confirmed.“So what are we waiting for?!” Jennifer exclaimed, still green.“Hold on. As great as this all is, let's make sure we do it right. Spider-Man, how about we get you ready while everyone else- uh, also gets ready.” Pepper told everyone.Standing up she headed to the restroom with Peter following close behind her. There wasn’t a ton of room in there, maybe two showers and a stall with some sinks and a stack of robes. It was well lit and smelled like lavender. Pepper leaned on a sink as Peter entered, the door closing behind them.“I think you’re doing the right thing. Taking the fall and all that.” She said, her voice still. “Now, the brass tacks.”“Right. I don’t want the moment to linger. In and out.” Peter said, reaffirming himself.“Do it fast, tip then tip.” Pepper recited Natasha’s question.Peter nodded in response.“So we should aim for efficiency. Pants down before you leave and that kind of thing.” Pepper said, getting a nearby glass.Peter nodded, then grabbed a towel and threw it around his waist before reaching behind him and shuffling the lower portion of his suit down so that it was bunched up around his knees. The feeling of his natural skin rubbing up against the fluff of the cloth was always a strange sensation with heightened awareness, but in the moment he figured it was better than what he was about to feel.Pepper filled the glass up with warm water as Peter watched. Seeing this she explained that it would help him open up long enough for at least two people to get in and out.“It’s not lube so you're going to feel some discomfort but I think that’s ok considering it won’t last long.” Pepper explained.“Ah, ok.” Peter said, forcefully shulking away the anxiety lingering on his spine.“So… Are we good to go?” Pepper asked as she stepped around him to get to the door, warm glass in hand.Peter took a shaky breath and nodded. And with that go ahead Pepper opened the restroom door slowly and began to lead him back to the dining room. As he began to wade into the room he saw that a chair had been removed to make space for him at the edge of the table. Just in front of said space there was a pillow for him to rest on, its distance from the edge told him that the women intended for him to either bend forward or lay down while they took turns. Walking closer to the space his spider-sense tingled again as they began to notice his presence.To the left of the space was Jennifer slouching in the missing chair with her one piece shuffled up to her large and clothed chest. Her sizable green hand was playing with her hair as she waited on him to get into position. Looking down he was able to clearly see her green cock with its bulbous tip as it stood ready to penetrate. Wanda was standing across the table while re-reading the scroll, glancing at him occasionally before going back to reading. Looking down he saw that she had taken the bottom tights off her suit so that her entire crotch was visible- cock and all. To his right was Janet with a reluctant smile on her face. Luckily she still had most of her clothes on, however, she was holding a large silver tray over her crotch, indicating that she was more than likely exposed. Behind her and looking directly at him was Natasha. She stood out like a weed, completely clothed and entirely unprepared- which was somehow more frightening than anything else he had just seen.With his anxiety rising rapidly and his spider-sense only increasing that fact he forced himself to get to the edge of the table. Glancing to his left he looked at Jennifer and her dick again who now seemed to be glaring at him before feeling someone squeezed his hand.“I got the towel, you worry about getting comfortable.” Pepper said as she set the warm glass down before grabbing the part of the towel that was on his lower back.Peter nodded silently and decided that this would go faster if he just layed down. So, he slowly leaned forward and over the table before finally crossing his arms over the pillow and resting his forehead on his wrists as he took some of the mask into his mouth to say silent.“Just some final housekeeping before, uh, you know…” Pepper told him as she started to slide his feet apart, making his backside droop down so that It would be level with the important bits of the women behind him. “...Alright. When you're ready I'm going to take the towel off. Then i’ll pour some water between your legs and two people will go-”“Myself and Janet” Jennifer interrupted, now standing almost directly behind him.“Then I'll pour more water between your legs and it will be Natasha and Wanda followed by me. So take some deep breaths and remember, ‘do it fast, tip then tip’” Pepper said, walking him through it calmly as her grip on the towel remained firm.In this moment, Peter’s sense was on fire and his heart was in his throat. His anxiety told him to back out and to quit but something else was present. He was game for this plan, and no one else could do what he was doing now. He was taking one, really five, for the team and it was best that he just got it over with. So, he nodded.As soon as he did, Pepper loosened his towel and took it off his body- exposing his entire backside to the environment behind him. Before he could clench or react in any other way, he felt Pepper begin to pour the water on his tailbone. Slowly, the warm water traveled between his glutes and over his inexperienced sphincter before finally sliding down his thighs and to the rest of his legs. Upon the water flowing over the tight ring of muscle it seemed to ease up and almost relax before Pepper spoke again.“Jenn… Be gentle.” Pepper whispered quietly.Peter then felt a large hand press into one of his cheeks and pull him open with polite vindication before the sensation of ‘pressing’ washed over his hole as she forced her tip onto the pink of his ass. Slowly, she began to press her crotch against his backside making him begin to compensate for her tip. Her method was slow and it made his muscles ache from the unfamiliar stretching of something so large entering him. With a hushed grunt she had managed to get her tip into his ass before pulling out just as suddenly, letting go of his cheek as she backed away.“Janet. Slow.” Pepper whispered again, the direction of her voice told him that she was looking away.Before anything happened he heard the clank of the tray as she put it down, which would have made Peter laugh if he hadn’t just been penetrated by a Hulk. She tried to be gentle, first putting her gloved hand on his back and rubbing the length of his spine sympathetically before leading her tip with her hand to his sphincter. As she got closer to his core, she then switched to rubbing the muscle with her thumb to get it to open slightly and relax in preparation of her penetrating him. This odd yet interesting feeling made him more open towards the idea of welcoming Janet into him- because she might be different. A simple thrust later and he learned that no matter how much you rubbed- getting penetrated still hurt.“You’re doing great, three more and you're done. Three more and you're done” Pepper whispered to him as she poured more water between his legs.Unlike last time his sphincter reacted differently, throbbing and puckering like it was in pain. Which made Peter whimper. He supposed pain wasn’t to far from the truth, seeing as it had just been fucked raw, twice, in a row.“Natasha. Are you ready?” Pepper whispered as she backed away from Peter’s body.There was no foreplay or preparation with her. It was sudden and fast, which Peter should have expected. All he heard was the unzipping of her suit, the shuffling of fabric as she pulled her penis out and the stomping of her leg as she propped her knee up on the table. Then without any word, warning or indicator of any kind she simply slapped her crotch against his backside before getting off the table and zipping her suit back up. It was only a moment later that he felt a flash of heat followed by a searing pain in his ass that made him groan loudly. In the moment that her crotch hit his back she had managed to slip her tip in and out; which was impressive, scary and all around painful.“Wanda. Be nice…” She whispered as her voice traveled lower, meaning that she was probably getting ready to go next.The throw of pain from Natasha had only let up slightly by the time Wanda got her hands on him. She started her turn by gripping onto his hips and sliding him up to her crotch so that her dick was up against his ass. This off the bat display of dominance made Peter gasp as she then awkwardly wedged her stiff penis into the space between his legs so that it was poking his weakened sphincter. Gripping his hips again she backed up slightly before giving him a vigorous thrust, creating a ‘plap’ as she penetrated him, and stayed pressed against his body to make sure he could feel her tip inside of him. While his glutes began to jump from this rapid intrusion, having no time to adjust, she pulled out of him and backed away.“It’s me this time.” Pepper told him as she got close.He was desperately in need of rest so he was praying she didn’t try anything tricky. And thank god that was the case. All she did was spread his ass open, angle her cock so that she could slip in easily, lean forward while pressing her way in until it was firmly inside then backing up just as simply. It still hurt to get his ass spread and to take her in but he figured that she knew what he was feeling. She then took a step away to put her clothes back on and while she was leaning down she did him the courtesy of pulling the lower portion of his suit back up to just below his glutes. Then grabbing him by the shoulders she hoisted him upright. Looking at his mask she could tell that he had been biting the fabric to keep quiet while everyone took their turn. He put his hand on her chest, accidentally touching her boob, and tried to push her off.“N-No…” Pepper turned to look at the other four people, “Get me some ice.”Wanda flicked her hand, making a small pile appear on the chair next to the space where he had just been fucked. Janet came to Pepper’s side and helped her get him onto the ice, making him gasp then sigh as he slouched into the feeling of relief that washed over him.“Nightmare! It’s been done!” Jennifer yelled, making the walls rattle.“Sure has.” He said, suddenly appearing in the kitchen and beginning to pick at the food present, “By all definitions you are good to go…”A sigh of relief passed through Peter and the others. All except Natasha were starting to feel easy about the moment.“But?” Natasha asked.“But you cheated.” He said plainly.“What? No we didn’t. We played by your rules, we did what was asked.” Wanda argued.“And I commend you for your accuracy. But you cheated.” He said, almost sounding bored.“How?” Pepper asked.“You considered it cheating. Called it a ‘loophole’. Remember I’m watching all of this.” He told them, waving his crystal ball.The room fell silent.“Exactly. And for your actions, a punishment.” Nightmare said as he produced a new piece of paper, “Now, in order to get your people back and for you to leave, he must take each of these women down to the balls, plus, he must make each and everyone of you cum. Psst, you can do this in any order Spider-Man, but it has to happen.”He then threw the paper into his lap. When the women turned to confront him they found that he had disappeared just as fast as he had come in.

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He knew this feeling all too well, it was loss. He figured that by bending the rules he could get everyone out, yet here they were, in a worse position. Looking down at him were the five women who had just taken turns making him their submissive little boy- and it had all been for nothing.“I-I’m sorry…” Janet apologized to him for something that wasn’t her fault.Jennifer looked at him with pity, like she was sorry he had to get fucked by her again.Natasha refused to meet his gaze.Pepper looked away like she was choking down the reality of the new situation.Wanda was silent as she moved to retrieve the bottom of her suit.“Well, what are we doing here?” Peter asked, trying to stand, “Let’s just get this done…”He was then met with the hands of Natasha and Pepper as they forced him back into the chair.“Absolutely not. You need to sit down and relax… We can talk about what to do next later.” Pepper told him as she took the paper off his lap and handed it to Wanda.Then they left, leaving him alone with nothing but his guilt and the ice beneath his ass. Shifting oddly he leaned his arm on the table and mulled about in thought. He had to right this, it was on him. But he couldn’t do anything until he felt better, and who knew how long that might take… Soon enough he found himself thinking about what he had expected to happen tonight.“What a thrill it’s been...” He muttered, mocking himself, as he took his mask off to breathe. Looking outside the glass door he saw that it was pitch black out, which made him think about May, “God, she must be worried sick.”As he sat still, looking out the window and thinking about the lecture he was in for, the automatic lights began to dim around him as his eyelids grew heavy. With a yawn he found himself falling asleep. In his dream he saw himself standing before a broken mirror. In the splintered reflection was Spider-Man, his suit, while he was just Peter Parker- except he was stark naked. The reflections seemed to scowl at him disapprovingly, like the situation he was in was in fact his fault. Before he could question them, or yell at them- he didn’t care which- he felt a flame begin to grow on his back. Suddenly in searing pain he took to the ground to suffocate it as the facades of Wanda, Janet, Jennifer, Natasha and Pepper rose up from the space around him to sneer at him. Then just as fast as it started, it stopped. He was still naked and on the ground except before him was Nightmare.“Pathetic. Did you really expect to find solitude here? In my realm? Wake up.” He said, kicking Peter in the face.Peter jolted back to life and immediately put his mask back on. Looking outside he saw that it was still dark out with the clock in the kitchen reading 12:33 AM. Feeling rejuvenated he stood with ease, which must have been Nightmare’s way of getting him back on track. He then pulled up his pants and turned to the atrium before heading up the steps so he could find Pepper and get on with freeing everyone.The second floor of The Avengers Mansion was as large as the first floor with ten rooms in total. Seeing how it was the middle of the night and he had no way of telling which rooms were occupied and which weren't, he figured that just knocking on one and hoping it was Pepper would be the best thing to do. So, trusting all six of his senses, he decided that he would start with the farthest one in the right-most corner. Moving quickly he got to the door and knocked softly before hearing the creak of hinges, the only problem was that the door he knocked on wasn’t the one that opened.“They’re not home…” A familiar voice muttered.Looking to his left he made eye contact with Natasha, who was wearing nothing but a black silk robe with her thick breasts seemingly depending on her crossed arms to stay up. She seemed to be upset with the fact that he was slinking around.“Trying to find Pepper?” She asked knowingly.Peter nodded reluctantly.“Well I can guarantee to you that she is asleep. Would you like to come in?” She asked, backing up to make room for him.Without another option he stepped into her room. It was dark with the only source of light coming from the city outside the filtered curtains. Her bed was low, like a tripping hazard. Next to the wall closest to the door was a filing cabinet that acted like a night stand. Natasha locked the door as soon as it clicked back into place.“You’re committed, I'll give you that.” Natasha told him the second they were alone.“Sorry, bad habit.” He replied.“So, why were you trying to find Pepper?” She asked him.“I have to get us out of here.” He replied.“You were looking to sleep with her?”“Can you blame me?”“No.” Natasha paused, “Would you like to sleep with me?”Peter turned to her.“You would really do that?” He asked.“I’ve done more for less.” She admitted.They stood there quietly before Peter went to take his top off.“Slow down.” Natasha commanded as she walked towards him, her arms still crossed, “You aren’t doing it right.”“What do you mean?”“Well, let me show you.”She then got close to him as she slowly rubbed his stomach, making sure her fingers snagged on the seams of his suit whenever possible. As she rubbed on him her mouth got close to his neck- so close that her hot breath was painting it with goosebumps as her breasts pressed against his heart.“Sex is about emotion,” She said in a hushed voice, “control, and power. If you rush it you get hurt, like you saw today…”Suddenly her hand dipped underneath his shirt, making him gasp. As her hand slid up his body he found himself assisting her with taking his shirt off- soon enough it was on the floor.“Now, approach me…” She whispered to him as she backed up.Slowly, he slid towards her and placed his hands onto her shoulders before following the edge of the robe’s fabric down to where they crossed over. Then, he tucked his fingers between the robe and her skin and slid along her flesh until he felt the oblong curve of her lower breasts. Continuing to feel her chest his breath became staggered as he felt his pants grow tight. He stopped his motions after she looked at him with a very cold gaze.“Congratulations, You have just felt a pair of breasts. Can I assume that these are your first?” She asked calmly.“Y-Yeah.” He nodded slowly trying to manage his new hard on.He then watched as she slipped the robe off herself, letting it fall to the floor as she made sure to hold eye contact with him. The light coming from the city behind him was reflected off of her, highlighting the lack of emotion in her face and the seductive curves of her body which she was known for. Looking lower he saw the vague shape of the dick he unintentionally gave to her. She then turned and walked to the head of her bed before sitting on the edge and leaning back while turning until she was lying flat. Her hand then slid across her body and to her crotch where she began to stroke herself sensually as she turned her head to watch him.“Sit down.” She told him, pointing her finger at the end of her bed.He did, not wanting to agitate her more than he probably already had. Turning slowly, he looked over his shoulder at Natasha who was still stroking herself while now being watched carefully by him. The unbreaking eye contact between them only served to make him harder.“Come here, and take me into your hand.” She told him.“What?” Peter looked up at her, confused if she was asking him to do what he thought she was.“Come here, and take me into your hand.” She repeated.Reluctantly he moved on the bed towards her until he was sitting next to her crotch. Then, she grabbed his hand and felt the lines on his palm carefully before making him grab the fleshy outcropping that hung off her body.“Good,” She said, reaching out to trace his jaw through his mask, “Now stroke me, slowly.”So, like she asked, he began to. After sometime the stiff under his palm began to stall in its growth as her tip changed to a purple hue. Natasha then slid her hand to his chin and slowly lifted up his mask so she could see his mouth. She then ran her thumb along his lips before sticking it into his mouth and pulling it out slowly.“Don’t pull it down. I want to hear you,” she began, “when I take you.”Peter didn’t know how to feel about her actions except even more turned on, the tent growing in his pants becoming apparent in the dark of the room. He then felt her poke at it, making him take a sudden breath in as she proaded at his erection.“Show it to me.” She said as she traded his hand for hers.Peter slowly adjusted himself so he could lift his legs up. He then reached down and leaned forward so he could slink the suit bottoms off his crotch before inching them past his knees and down to his feet. As he pulled them off he looked over at Natasha who was watching him intently. Except, her view wasn’t focused on his face anymore, instead it had traveled lower to his penis- which had started to twitch.“You’re close, aren’t you?” She asked calmly.He didn’t want to say anything but he knew he didn’t need to. She could read him like a book.“If I did you right now, would you cum?” She said, her voice dripping.Again, he didn’t need to say anything.“I’ll be slower this time.” She said as she reached into the drawer next to her and pulled out a clear jar.He watched as she cautiously dipped her fingers into it and produced a slimy, mucus-like substance before applying it to her member with great care, making sure that every inch of skin was covered so that he wouldn’t feel any pain when he took her fully. She then put the jar back and propped herself up on her elbows with her coated dick hanging lazily.“Get on top of me, with your legs spread.” She told him.He hesitated, then slowly reached his leg over her knees so he could place himself on top, followed by the rest of his body laying level with her. It was a strange sensation, feeling the bodily motions of another person below yourself. Her heart thumped on his shoulder as she nudged his head to the side so she could look over his other shoulder and directly down his entire body to the tip of his penis. Her arm slinked across his stomach to keep him from getting up as she laid back flat with him being forced to follow suit. Farther south he felt the slick of the lube on her penis begin to stick to the side of his glute as his legs rubbed against hers.“Bend your knees and lift your groin. But not too high…” She whispered directly into his ear, making him shiver, “it will be easier that way.”He did so, albeit slowly, and felt as her other hand intruded between her stomach and the curve of his back before sliding down to grab her member. He then felt as she propped it up, making her tip poke his ass.“Rest on it, slowly. Let yourself open up to it. Then before you know it… it will all be over, and I'll be balls deep.” She instructed.He took a deep breath, briefly reminding himself about what was at stake, and started his descent. Her cock moved smoothly into his cheeks, sliding between them without friction. Things got slower though once his sphincter clashed against her tip. The collection of muscles wouldn’t budge as her member pressed firmly into them. Slowly though, they began to acclimate the longer her tip was up against him, finally relaxing enough for her to slip inside. As her length entered his anal canal, he bit his lip while the tension in his hard on finally got to be too much- pumping thick ropes of his seed out and into the air, only for them to come down on his abdomen. But his expulsions didn’t stop Natasha’s dick as it nestled firmly inside of him, being hugged by his clenching walls. She then lifted her knees up, forcing his body to curl while she was still inside of him and gave him a light pump, jostling his entire body.“Hng-!” Peter reacted through strained lips.She pumped into him again while her other hand moved to join the first around his stomach. With his heart now beating loudly she continued to thrust into him, the grip his walls had on her weakened as she began to really get at him. Her breath against his ear turned into soft huffs as she moved back and forth on his insides, his hole squelching every time she did. The noise of her thighs hitting his back sounded around the room like an applause. His groans turned to panting while he was having his cheeks clapped by her.“Just a little while longer.” She said with her mouth pressed against his flushed face, “We need to be sure that everything has made its way inside at least once.”She then sped up, making Peter’s body sweat while he jiggled from the movement beneath him. His legs quickly grew tired and his hole flaccid as she increased her lubed precession into his bowels. If there had been a mirror across from him now he was sure that he would have seen the pink flesh of his orifice be pushed and pulled by the movement of the cock between his legs as it disappeared inside of him, only to be followed by ripples on his skin as her crotch hit his back with force- making a sound that would surely echo into the next room. Suddenly, as quickly as she had started, her pace changed once more. The gaps between her thrusts increased as her knees straightened out. The time she spent nestled inside of him before dragging back prolonged while her hands moved to his midriff. Then he was pushed off, making his muscle wink violently as his body loudly came to terms with the new void found within. Natasha rolled off the bed and quickly stood as her now veiny cock twitched. Knowing that he still had to make her cum, Peter got to his knees before her and started to exercise her length while she looked down at him- watching and waiting for the inevitable conclusion.Then, as expected, she came onto him. With an almost-exasperated sigh, which was the most noise she had made the entire night, her fluids arced out from her member and landed onto Peter’s sweaty chest. She then backed away from him and headed out the door, leaving him a dirty mess on her bed.“You’re really just going to leave me like this?” He thought to himself, the warmth of the cum on his chest making him scowl.But he figured that if this was how the night was going to end, it wasn’t all that bad. Natasha had gone balls deep and she had came so that was one entire person he didn’t need to worry about anymore. However, he did find the fact that he got held down unnecessary, it was like she thought he was going to up and leave- dooming the both of them to one more day locked in the mansion- which wasn’t the case at all. Sure, he didn’t like the fact that he had to get fucked in order for them to beat Nightmare- but it was certainly better than being stuck here while the world went to shit outside. Suddenly, the door creaked open as Natasha came back in.“Grab your clothes.” She told him as she stood in the hallway, still naked.Quickly, he grabbed his top and bottom then joined her side as she began to walk the halls.“You were good.” She told him.“All I did was listen…” He replied.“Exactly.” She responded.They continued to walk in silence, Natasha not caring to cover herself and Peter with his suit bunched around his crotch as the cum began to dry on him. Finally they came to a stop at a room with an open door.“This is you. Take a shower, get some rest and try to sleep.” She began, “And some advice about tomorrow-”Peter turned to look at her.“The others have something planned for you. Pepper refused to join in and they made sure I didn’t hear anything super important but, from what I could gather, it should make for a long day, so dress accordingly.”And with that she closed the door on him.

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Peter Parker woke up to the sun shining on his naked body. Laying there he recapped last night to himself: Nightmare had told him to try again, then, when he went to find Pepper he instead ended up in Natasha’s room who he was able to cross off the list of people he had to take inside of him and deliver to completion. Then, as she dropped him off at this room she told him that he had a long day tomorrow, which is today, and that he should dress accordingly- which probably meant that he should wear little to nothing. Deciding to get up, he rose and made his way to the bathroom so he could relieve himself. As he walked he passed by a mirror where he saw his own bare face.“They have no clue who I am.” He told himself, “Let's keep it that way.”Emptying his bladder he looked over at his wadded up suit on the counter top. It was grimey and soaked in his sweat, next to it was his mask in a similar condition. Once he had stopped, he put a plug into the bathroom sink and began to fill it with water before plunging his mask under so it could get somewhere close to being sanitary. As it soaked, he turned and left the bathroom to find some ‘clothes’ to wear. The room he was in seemed to be devoid of all furniture, the only things here aside from him was the mattress, some bedding, typical bathroom items and a strange shoebox which had appeared overnight. Aside from that there was literally nothing. So, he decided to take his chances with the shoebox. Flipping it open he found several pairs of boxers with red hearts on them and nothing else. He let out a laugh at the sight, he couldn’t help it, it was like wearing a joke and he sort of had to comply. Going back to the bathroom, he pulled his mask from the sink and rung it dry before putting it on.“Yeah, i’m Spider-Man” He said as he looked at himself, having only his mask and the boxers on.He walked out of the room and down the steps where he was met with the wonderful smell of coffee. Turning and entering the dining room he saw Jennifer and Janet eating the food from last night. Noticing him, Janet smiled and waved while chewing on a mouthful of food. She was wearing a sports bra plus gym shorts and by the looks of it she had been awake for about an hour. Jennifer turned around in her chair to get a look at him. She was wearing an oversized shirt that went down to her thighs and judging by her breasts, nothing underneath. Her hair was unkempt so he assumed that she had come down not but a few minutes earlier than him. Before she turned back around Peter was able to see a jar on the table which seemed to be identical to the one Natasha used on him last night. Looking away and into the kitchen he saw that the spread hadn’t changed at all, in fact, it looked like it was just put down.“It’s enchanted.” Wanda told him as she sipped on a steaming mug, “But safe to eat. Nice boxers by the way. They look comfortable.”She was leaning on the counter with her mug in hand. It didn’t look like she was wearing much, just a bra and panties that barely covered her member. The way she was only drinking coffee made it seem like she was waiting on something, or someone.
“Thanks. They’re very breathable, plus they have a nice range of motion.” He said sarcastically as he grabbed a plate and started to scoop up fruit, followed by some slices of ham and finally a glass of what he assumed to be pineapple juice.Walking over to the table he saw that Janet had pulled out a chair for him.“Thanks.” He said as he sat, pulling his mask up to his nose.She nodded while continuing to eat.As he began chewing on a slice of ham Wanda came in from the kitchen and sat across from him while Jennifer adjusted her position so that she was facing his way. Noticing the growing awkward silence he put another piece of ham into his mouth and started to chew.“Uh, Spider-Man, we need to talk to you…” Janet began.“I know. Not entirely, but I know.” He told them, “Last night Natasha said that you all had something planned. It doesn’t take a genius to know what that might consist of.”Jennifer leaned back in her chair, still looking at him while Wanda tapped the edge of her mug.“I’m game, if that’s what you’re wondering. I slept well, got ‘dressed’ in my best ‘clothes’ and as long as I'm able to finish this,” He said, gesturing at his plate, “I should be ready for whatever the three of you have in mind.”They looked at each other before looking back at him as he started on the fruit.“Uh, ok.. Wanda you want to-?” Janet started before Wanda nodded and got up to head to the media room.Jennifer took her mug and finished it off before getting up and going back to the kitchen for more.“I’m going to stay with you.” Janet said as they continued to eat.Finally, after Peter had scraped the last morsles off his plate and into his mouth, both him and Janet stood as they made their way into the kitchen where Jennifer was making another pot, having completely drank the last.“So, who’s doing what?” Peter asked.“Well, I know how much you like your comfort so I am going to be the one who gets you ready. This means kissing, massaging, rubbing, undressing and even… licking.” She said calmly as her hand rubbed the space between his shoulders.Janet then moved so he could look into the media room where Wanda was selectively placing pillows and blankets so that every spot in the pit had something for him. She then turned around and saw that he was watching her before waving at him and going back to placing pillows and blankets.“Wanda is in charge of the environment, making sure that when you want to rest between rounds you can. She’s also going to assist me if you get overwhelmed at all. This means that she might hold onto your arm or legs while the objective is being completed.”He nodded at the thoroughness of it all.“So while you two are pampering and loving on me, who’s actually going to be doing the deed?” He asked.Then he felt a large hand tap at his shoulder. Turning around he saw Jennifer make eye contact with him while she drank more coffee.“I will,” She told him, setting the mug down, “except this time there will be actual lube and you won’t be bent over a table. Now, I can’t promise that it won’t hurt, which is why both Janet and Wanda are so focused on making sure you’re the most relaxed you could be.”He nodded, a little frightened at the idea of her doing him again.“How about we just get on with it?” Janet asked as she put her hands on his shoulders and began to move him into the media room.Unlike last time it was brightly lit with an excellent view of the city coming in from the large glass panes which made up the left side of the room. The massive TV that was playing MTV before had disappeared, presumably sliding into the floor. The seating of the conversation pit was absolutely covered in fuzzy blankets and stiff pillows to an almost daunting degree. In the corner seat of the pit across from them with her legs crossed was Wanda as she carefully watched his masked reaction. Seeing her he simply gave a thumbs up before Janet took him by the hand and started to lead him into the pit. Helping him down he was sat a few inches away from Wanda. Out of the corner of his mask he saw her as she began to slide over beside him while Janet sat directly opposite her.“So, who's first?” Peter asked shyly.Wanda then took him by his chin and kissed him deeply on his still exposed lips while Janet watched, her hand moving to rest on his knee. Letting go he took a staggered breath as his cheeks flushed.“My goodness, that wasn’t your first kiss- was it?” Wanda asked as she looked at him.“Yeah…” He nodded.“That’s ok.” Janet told him, “Just makes this that much more fun for you.”She then took his chin from Wanda and started to kiss him next while Wanda grabbed his clothed member, making him gasp into Janet’s mouth. He tried to move his head to look at Wanda but Janet kept him still while her hand rolled over his crotch, making his legs flex involuntarily.“We’re just getting you ready… It won’t take long” Wanda told him while looking down at her own hand.The kiss with Janet felt like forever while Wanda mapped out his groin with her hand. He knew she was trying to get him hard and admittedly it was starting to work. She let go, allowing his dick to swell up without being held. Janet let go of his face as she watched him grow, starting to focus on it.“What? What’s wrong?” Peter asked, getting concerned.“Nothing. Absolutely nothing.” Janet said while biting her lip, her eyes still trained on his erection.“I’ve never seen one so prominent before.” Wanda said, petting it before placing her hand on his knee next to Janet’s.The two women turned to look at Peter silently, both of them smiling at him. Peter however was very confused about the entire situation.“Is everything ok?” He asked, stress lining his voice.
“Oh yes. Everything is fine. You just happen to be very well endowed.” Janet said, her hand sliding up his leg to the end of his underwear.“I think we should get a better look at you.” Wanda suggested.Slowly they began to pull his underwear down and expose him. With every small tug they gave it seemed that the confusion between the three of them was moving from Peter to Wanda and Janet. Slowly, that confusion turned to disappointment as they finally took his underwear off.“Oh…” Janet proclaimed as she held his underwear up.“Are they- good?” Peter was now more confused than before, “Is there a problem?”“It’s nothing.” Wanda said disappointedly. “It’s like a bra. Sometimes you see some fat tits and it turns out it’s just a pushup. Sometimes you see a long cock and it’s just shadows.”“I bet you don’t have that problem.” Peter told her, rebounding his attitude.Wanda smiled slyly at him before reaching behind her.“For that. I’ll let you touch them.” Wanda told him as she took off her bra, her boobs staying stiff against her chest.“Lucky bitch.” Janet muttered, looking at Wanda's chest as Peter leaned in.As they slowly began to make out, he started to feel up her chest- noting that this was the second Avenger he found himself squeezing in his palm- before sliding down to her panties. As he put his fingers past her waistband he felt the soft of her skin contract as she gasped softly. Peter laughed against her lips, here was this woman who absolutely man-handled him when she took her turn- gasping at the most minute action, which made her mumble ‘it’s not funny’. He continued to slowly make his way further into her panties, feeling her tightly bound pubic hair as he navigated past her member and its features before gently pressing against her taint. Keeping the same amount of pressure applied, he slid his now very warm hand close to her hole before his wrist was grabbed by Wanda.“Don’t do anything stupid.” She told him in a hushed tone through clenched teeth as she briefly broke the kiss.As she let go of him, his middle finger immediately turned and penetrated her. Instantly she clenched around him while gasping as it slipped further inside her, not stopping until he was up to his knuckle in Wanda-ass. Starting to rub her moist inner skin she began to moan lowly as he kissed her before suddenly yelping as she fastly came while his pressed finger rolled against her prostate. Pulling slowly away from the kiss as silence filled the room all three people looked down at her panties where a wet splotch had appeared right where the tip of her dick was.“If any of you say anything. You will never know peace.” She threatened as she got up to go and change herself, dragging his hand out of her ass.Peter turned and looked at Janet before the two of them started to laugh.“I didn’t know I was that good!” Peter exclaimed.“Who knew?!” Janet laughed with him, “I just hope you have enough self control to not explode when I touch you!”He kept laughing but slowly got silent as he processed what she was saying. He wasn’t stupid enough to miss the several times that she hinted at helping him relax but he thought that they would just make out. Was she really willing to go that far? Looking over at her he watched as she began to regain her composure.“What? What is it?” She asked.“Touch me?” Peter asked.“I thought I told you. Kissing, massaging, rubbing, undressing and licking.” She told him, quoting herself.He stopped, trying to find his words.“Just relax, you’ll feel great.” She told him, gripping his knee as she slipped off the couch and rested on the floor in front of him.Suddenly, she grabbed his legs and lifted them up before putting his feet on her shoulders, turning her into a human stirrup. Her hands started to rub his thighs as she leaned in towards his very confused crotch. As his heartbeat started to pick up- which was happening more often than he cared to admit- he began to feel something strange. It was like he had sat down bare on a plate of living slime, which in reaction to this had started to slip inside of him, before sliding out and re-entering. It wasn’t a particularly bad feeling, just a strange one- and he wasn’t arguing. Deciding to roll with it he let his head lean back on the edge of the pit as the sensation got deeper into his ass.“Okay, I changed and brought some extra unsoiled clothes with me so-” Wanda said before stopping suddenly.The feeling between his legs stopped as both he and Janet turned to look at Wanda while she just stared at the two of them.“Is everything ok?” He asked, unaware of what was happening between his legs.“I don’t know, is everything ok?” She asked back.They then both looked at Janet who was still between his legs. She smiled sheepishly when Peter made eye contact with her and it all suddenly made sense.“Oh my god. Oh my god!” He exclaimed.“Ok. Calm down,” Wanda shushed him as she got next to him, pressing her still-bare chest up against him, “Everyone gets their ass ate, it isn’t that strange.”Janet then sat on the other side, putting them back where they started.“Did it- did it at least feel good?” She asked.“...Yeah…” He replied.Slowly, he started to relax as they began to giggle at him.“Hey Jennifer! He’s ready!” Wanda shouted into the kitchen across from them.From the doorway they all watched as Jennifer walked in. She had tied her green hair into a hasty bun and her shirt was now pulled up right above her abdomen with a knot in place to keep it up. Looking lower he saw that her entire crotch was greased up with her thick cock absolutely dripping with lube.“Can I come over?” She asked, her hands resting on her hips.Peter shrugged.She then stepped into the pit and approached him until she was right in front of him. Silently, she got to her knees which made it so her member was roughly level with his anus. Her large hands then held either side of his ass and dragged him towards her so that she was now definitely level with his anus. From this perspective everyone was able to look down on him, which was exactly what they were doing. Wanda seemed ready but inactive, Janet was stifling a smile and Jennifer was grinning at him.“Can I-?” Jennifer asked before pausing.He went silent at this. Normally this would be the part where his sense of duty takes over but that wasn’t the case right now. He was honestly scared for his health.“I won’t explode inside of you if that helps.” She told him.It didn’t.Finally he nodded at her, which made her heave his lower portion up so Wanda and Janet could put his ankles on her shoulders. She then straightened her back, making her tip rough up against his opening. He squeezed his eyes shut and almost started praying for the best as he felt her start upon him like before. Slowly his thighs began to tense up on her abdomen as her crotch pressed into him, albeit calmer than earlier. His hole began to open carefully as her abnormally large tip began to make its way inside. The ache that he would have normally felt was replaced by a briefly familiar vapid pain that covered everything from his taint to his knees as she continued in. The bulbous tip finally fitting itself in after a minute of struggle. As he winced and yelped in pain, both Wanda and Janet began to run their hands along his legs as they held onto his shoulders to keep him from sliding up and away from Jennifer. Her tip continued its strained march up his canal as her balls slowly got closer to hitting his skin.“You’re pretty tight.” She said with a smile.“No. Shit.” He replied through gritted teeth.She then placed her hand on his chest and backed out a bit, making him sigh with relief, before thrusting in again, making him yell out. As she thrusted, her larger than normal sack swung up and hit him firmly on the tailbone of his spine- causing a sigh of relief to echo through the three women as Peter caught his breath. Then she pulled the rest of her length out until just the tip remained where she started to slowly inch back and forth- fucking him ‘gently’. Every time she inched forward though, his verbal constitution was tested.“Damn!”“Aw c’mo- ah!”“Shit.”“Son of a-”“Fu-”After quite some time and way too many slip-ups he felt her slow down as sweat started to bead on her head while her tip began to throb in him sickeningly.“Hey Jenn?” Wanda said, trying to get her attention.“Wha-?” She replied.“You told Spider-Man that you wouldn’t cum in him.” She reminded her.“Uh-huh.” She said as another throb rippled through them.“Don’t you think that you’re getting pretty close?” Janet asked.“Nuh-uh.” Jennifer responded as she got to her edge.Her eyes then started to roll into the back of her head as she began to shutter. This telltale sign made him, while in pain but lucid enough to see this, grow alarmed.“Don’t you dare..-!” He began.Before he could even finish his sentence, a final throb echoed out from her as his pressure came to be too much, making her cum within him. He watched as she arched herself up while his internals filled with her juices. Both Wanda and Janet looked at the active sex of Peter and Jennifer as excess cum broke through the very tight hold that his anus had on her dick, leaking onto the floor. She then backed out of him and looked down at his open and leaking red gash.“Oops…” Jennifer said hesitantly as she smiled uncomfortably.Peter couldn’t even begin to process the moment as a shadow fell over his vision.“Wow. That was- wow.” A familiar voice spoke to him.In front of him was Nightmare with his crystal ball. He seemed shocked that Peter was standing before him.“I thought you would have backed out before taking on the She-Hulk. But- no! I’d say I was impressed but then you might confuse me for someone with empathy.” He chidded.“What do you want?” He asked.“To the point. Got it. Well, You’ve done half of your task. Congratulations. But I want to know how you feel about it.” He asked.“Not good. Taking dicks and getting cummed on isn’t fun. Nor is it something I'd choose to do again.” He told him.“Great. So would you say that you feel defiled? Considering the three women who have been inside of you and the fact that Natasha stole your first feel of some boobs- quite nice ones if I may say- and Wanda stole your first kiss.” Nightmare reminded him.“Yeah. I would. But what do firsts have to do with it?” He replied.“Not much, it’s the dicks that are key to all this. But the fact that you won’t be able to have those moments anymore is kind of sweet- for me.” He told Peter. “Just hold on to your pecker, how about that. I’ll let you keep that.”“Thanks?”“Bah! Don’t thank me! Remember no empathy!” He then waved his hand, dismissing Peter back to reality.

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When Peter Parker woke up he found that he was back in the media room. Yet, the light had changed to an orange-ish hue and there was a pair of fresh, heart print underwear next to him. Looking into the kitchen he wasn’t able to see anyone yet he was able to hear voices coming from the dining room. As he sat up to make himself decent he found that one of the three women had put a blanket around his waist, presumably to either dissuade others from taking advantage of him or to protect his decency- which was a nice gesture in a building where constant sex was the norm. He grabbed the underwear and put them on before hopping out of the pit and into the kitchen.Looking into the dining room he saw that everyone was enjoying lunch, or dinner, he couldn’t tell.“Look who’s finally awake…” Wanda said, cutting through the current conversation to highlight Peter.Everyone then stopped what they were doing to look at him as he looked back like a deer in headlights. On the right side of the table was Wanda, Pepper and Natasha and on the left was Jennifer and Janet.“Are you doing ok?” Jennifer asked as Natasha looked at him from the corner of her eye.“Perfect.” He replied as he unfroze and started to mull his way over.As he got closer he was able to pick up more details. Jennifer didn’t have a plate in front of her but she was now wearing pants. Janet hadn’t changed since the morning and it didn’t look like she was confused, hungry, happier than normal or horny. Natasha looked upset, probably at the fact that he wasn’t taking into account her opinion on what sex was or the fact that he was apparently just getting ran through, again. Pepper was the oddest, she seemed distraught for some reason- yet oddly comfortable- being dressed in a fuzzy robe and sweatpants. At least, she was the oddest until he saw Wanda. She was packing down food like there was a prize and every now and again she would look up at him before going back. Then his spider-sense came back- it was her turn.“Day isn’t over.” He said out loud.Wanda then peered up at him.“No it isn’t.” She replied slowly.Slowly, the realization of what they were talking about began to fall onto the crowd.“Hold on…” Janet began, “in here?”“Why not?” Wanda replied.“Oh my god.” Jennifer said, trying to hide her smile.“Kinky.” Natasha said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.Then one by one the women got up and proceeded out of the dining room with Pepper leaving last, looking like she was about to throw up. Wanda then stood up and walked next to him.“Listen. I get that you just woke up and that you’re game for this but I don’t want anything to go wrong.” She explained to him, her hand now lingering on the small of his back. “So, just relax and i’ll fuck you good.”“N-No complaints.” He stuttered at her forwardness.His skin grew bumps as her hand then slid up to his shoulder where she grabbed him. He then felt her turning him towards the kitchen so that the two of them were facing each other, her eyes seemed calm but if he focused on her gaze he could tell that she was hungry. He was then pressed back and forced to sit on the edge of the table. Watching her closely, he saw Wanda reach down to shift her tights carefully so that she could expose herself. As she started to stroke herself back to size they both looked at each other.“Just a second.” She told him.“Take your time…” He said, pausing awkwardly, “...So, you come here often?”“Take your underwear off.” She told him.He nodded then reached down and pulled them off before setting the crumpled wad of hearts next to him. As she began to stiffen, he saw her free her own hands and take his ankles under palm to split him open gently, putting one on either side of her thighs. Now watching her carefully she licked her fingers and started to reach her hand south. Feeling the saliva on her fingers walk themselves under his sack before rubbing up on his ring of pink muscles, he began to breathe shallowly before she made him groan as she slid inside. As they buried deep in him she spread them out, sounding his anal canal. As his muscles burned in shock due to her very rudimentary act of revenge she slid her digits out while laughing at him.“It’s not that funny.” He mumbled.“Kinda is.” She giggled.He then felt her grab his hips and pull him so close that her dick was a moment away from being inside him. His neck grew bumps as her warm breath coated his skin and his still tingling ring winced every time her member twitched against it. Her breath grew shallow as she pressed herself into him. The sensation of her tip waiting against his backside came back from before; this, in tandem with the speed at which everything was going, made Peter clench up like never before.“Do I need to help you open?” Wanda asked, her tone feigning niceness.“Just give me a second.” He asked.“...I’m sorry…”“For wha-!”Peter then found himself being lifted up; emanating out of Wanda’s fingertips where faint trails of light. They had managed to quickly envelope him before lifting him a few inches off the table. While still hovering in the air, he watched her flick her wrist which sent him gliding across to the other side of the table. Now invested in what she was going to do with his suspended body, he watched intently as she got onto the table with her body resting on her knees before then lifting herself up so that she was fairly upright. With another flick of her wrist he glided back to her. In this new position he was on his back before her, his hole ominous close to her sack with her shaft resting right on top of him. She then leaned over him so that they were face to face, as she moved he could feel her shaft pulling back along his hole until her tip was poised perfectly to strike. Suddenly yet as expected she gave him a little thrust to test his tension. With all parts of him wincing she thrust again, this time with more vigor. With a soft ‘pop’ they both found that Wanda’s tip had just barely made it inside of his body, barely breaking the tension. As she then began to roughly coast the rest of herself inside him he couldn’t help but take a sharp inhale and let out a low groan. Burrowing deeper, his walls clenched around her as her tip came to a stop just past his prostate. It was here that she then began to shift back and forth, much to Peter’s defiance. Sure, he got to feel some tits up against his chest, and yes- Wanda’s warm breath was really doing it for him, but at this point he didn’t like that everyone was so far getting their comeuppance for shitty sex in the past on him. While she was doing him, everytime her girth pressed up against his neglected prostate or she backed out just enough for her tip to greet it he would let out a decently uncharacteristic moan- only encouraging her more.“What a forward young man you are…” She teased.She dived back in, slowly. As he felt her get closer another moan began to rumble in his throat. Noticing this, she slowed down even further. He couldn’t help it, the moan slipped out of his lips as her tip roughed up against his nerve. In that moment they both knew what made Peter tick. She backed out again, being just as slow. This tenuous back and forth began to feel like forever when in reality she had been going at him for a few seconds. His legs felt numb and he had begun to grow accustomed to the feeling of her warmth pressed up against him as she patiently huffed in his ear. What he wasn’t used to, and probably would never get used to, was the feeling of being edged closer and closer to a climax. It was like torture, everytime his prostate was teased he thought that this would be it- but the only thing he was left with was an increased heartrate, empty lungs and a set of flushed cheeks. On top of that every time he would react she always had some snarky remark.“Almost… Almost…”“This next one trust me…”“God, you’re so needy…”But it didn’t come soon. Not at all. Peter assumed that he was on that table, being meticulously edged for at least ten to fifteen minutes. Closer to the end he was a shaking mess, the only thing keeping him in his place was Wanda’s still moving body. By now he was throbbing violently with each twitch beginning to hurt him. She knew that he was ready but everytime he got just a little too close Wanda would stop. This didn’t make him angry, he was fairly past begging and all he wanted to do was cum.“Wanda, that’s enough.” A voice echoed into the dinning room.Both Peter and Wanda looked over to the doorway that led to the restroom where Pepper was standing with her arms crossed. She seemed upset at the lack of jizz which would have made him laugh except he was swollen and miserable.“Oh come on. It’s deserved.” She commented back.“It’s too much. Janet told me what he did, besides Nightmare is already making sure he’s miserable. This pity revenge sex is stupid. Let him finish.” She demanded.They looked at each other for a second before Wanda turned back to him.“Don’t forget to thank mommy…” Wanda muttered, a hint of red in her eyes.He then felt her move her entire length into his more than open anus, quickly filling his entire space. As her girth pressed up against his prostate his back arched against her slightly agitated body, his dick squeezing against her lower abdomen as he finally exploded. He felt amazing, finally being able to cum. All three of them watched as the opaque ropes of his seed pulsed out of the tiny slit in his tip, landing not only in his pubes but also on Wanda’s chest and underboob. As he finally stopped, Wanda wasted no time getting off of him, her dick unsheathing itself from his abused hole. He looked over at Pepper who was covering her mouth and looking away as if she was trying not to gag, or laugh, he couldn’t tell. Turning, he watched Wanda take her top off- freeing her boobs- and leave to presumably clean it. Looking back to Pepper he saw that she was closer now. Not wanting to take another dick he started to back up. She stopped and raised her hands in surrender.“I just want to get you off the table and cleaned up. Is that ok?” She asked.He nodded and stretched himself out, wincing as his cheeks came back together, before taking her hand to be hoisted up. Stumbling at first but soon being held steady he was led back to the restroom where the two of them got him ready to complete Nightmare’s challenge some time ago. Being sat on a toilet, he held the door open and watched as Pepper gathered some items from the cabinets.“We, uh, heard what Wanda was doing to you. It was hard not to.” She told him, “Janet told me that she was probably doing it out of revenge. Natasha figures that you’re probably backed up right now in several ways. Jennifer wants to give you a hug and, well, I took action.”He saw her grab a jar of the lube from before and crack it open.“Can you spread your legs?” She asked calmly.Carefully he complied, revealing his member to her. Looking down he saw that all of it was close to his body, and bright red, it scared the hell out of him. She slowly got to her knees before him and gently reached between his legs, shifting his sensitive sack around, trying to get its blood flowing.“You’re very full,” She commented, “god did she do a number on you.”“Is it bad?” Peter asked, wincing occasionally.“No. But it isn’t going to be comfortable if it sticks around.”This didn’t do him any favors, he really wanted to just rest- sleep even- but something told him that Nightmare was probably really enjoying himself right now.“Why did you interrupt?” Peter asked as she stood up for the jar.Pepper paused, saying nothing at first.“You sounded like a girl. It was embarrassing.” She said, clearly lying.Peter nodded, going along with it.“I’ll lube you up and have Janet come and get you. She’s next and judging by how you two interact I'd assume she will be gentle with you.” She told him plainly, turning around.He watched as she slowly began dipping her fingers into the jar before kneeling down in front of him. He kept his eye on her as she put her hand beneath him. Taking a sharp breath she gently ran her fingers around his ring, adding the lube onto his shot muscles as they flexed defensively.“So you’re last?” He asked.She nodded.

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Luck wasn’t something Peter Parker thought he was capable of having. But, he supposed that Pepper being the last person to fuck him was about the closest that he would get for quite some time. She then stood up from between his legs and looked at her hand contemplatively before turning around to wash it clean in the sink. He wasn’t stupid, something was eating at her and it started after he asked why she interrupted Wanda, but he figured that it was probably better to just let it go for now seeing as he was about to have bigger things to deal with.“Janet will be here in a second.” She told him before leaving.He then stuck his hands to the wall before hoisting himself up, wincing as his legs closed. Waddling to the sink, he pulled his mask up just past his nose and looked in the mirror. Wearing that thing for this long was rough to say the least- it wasn’t something a ton of people could really relate to. But in his case he depended on it, in a way it was speeding up the process because in his mind, they weren’t fucking Peter, they where fucking the mythical Spider-Man- thus taking the human element out of it. But by god did it smell awful, like a dumpster took a shower in the Hudson. Looking lower he saw that his ‘organic webbing’ was still all across his pubes. Grabbing a towel, he began to scrub his muff, not hearing the door open.“Hey, that’s my job…” A voice said.Turning, he looked over at Janet who was now wearing tights and a tube top with leather gloves that went up to her elbows. She gave him her trademark smile before closing the door behind her.“What’s with the new look?” He asked, slowing down.“Figured I shouldn’t wear baggy clothing when giving you a back rub, might send the wrong impression.” She told him.“And what impression would that be?”“That I want to sleep with you.”He paused. Confused by the change in pace.“You’ve had a strange and painful day. First Jennifer then Wanda, I just want to help you relax.” She told him.“And I'm supposed to believe you?” He accused.“I’m very good at keeping it in my pants, no matter how hot I get under the collar.” She assured him.He didn’t have any reason to not trust or fear her, seeing as she wasn’t a retired russian spy, radioactive jolly green giant or magical witch who was prone to listening to her impulses.“Lead the way.” He asked, a smile growing on his exposed face.She escorted him upstairs and to her room which was located right next to his guest room. Inside it looked like a cross between an evil scientist’s lab and the insect house at a zoo- which was to be expected. To his right was a wall of jars which all housed some variation of strange. To his left was her bed which looked about as plain as his own bed with the only exception being that she had her Wasp suit neatly laid out. Dead ahead of him was a table made out of the same leather you might see in a doctor’s office except it was pitch black with a hole right where someone would put their crotch.“Don’t worry about that, it was the only table we had on stand by that I thought you might find comfortable.” She told him.Cautiously he approached it before pausing and sitting on the edge, moving around slightly before finally settling down. As he was settling down, Janet brought over a tray of small glass dishes, each one having a different colored substance and a label for the parts of the body that they were meant to go on.“No tricky business,” She said, reinforcing her promise, “Not even to be funny.”He nodded then slowly twisted his body so he was laying down, before shifting to his chest. Nudging himself up he felt his organ hang down as it came to the hole in the table. He twisted his head to watch her with his hands resting under his face to not put a strain on his neck. Carefully she levitated her gloved hand over the glass dishes before scooping a sizable portion of clear red jelly into her palm. It felt hot on his spine as she started to lather it on his skin. Just as fast, the sensation cooled off with a similar reaction happening on his shoulders and upper back as she moved over these areas. Stopping to let it seep into his skin he saw her look to him for any reaction which came when his shoulders decompressed, flattening him more than he already was. She smiled and he could swear for a second that he saw a shape starting to form in her tights. She then turned back to the dishes to grab a dark blue putty before disappearing out of his sight, which was concerning considering the last time this happened she ate his ass. But that didn’t happen- instead he felt a cooling sensation on his calf before she pressed it up to his knee, moving the sensation with her hands. It honestly felt like something comparable to a small blizzard was swirling on his legs. She was slower with his legs, maybe it was because she knew the force they could exert or because she was close to his ass. Either way it was welcome. Feeling the cool get closer to his glutes his heart started to pick up before the sensation stopped. She had kept her promise, had it been anyone else in this exact situation he thought that he might be biting the table right now, but that wasn’t the case. She then reappeared and the first thing he saw was a visible growing erection in her tights that she was trying to hide. This time she didn’t grab any putty or jelly, instead she sat next to him while looking contemplative.“...What now?” He asked.“Now we wait, I have to let it soak into your skin before I can wipe it off.” She said, her voice wavering ever so slightly.“Janet.” He spoke, getting her attention.“Hmm?”“Just do it. You clearly have something in mind.” He told her.“I told you I wouldn’t.” She said, her voice steeling.“You already got me here. And you know it’s the only way to get out. Besides, I'm ok with it.” He told her.She smiled at him before leaning in to kiss him on the cheek.“Just be kind about it.” He asked.She then stood up, not caring to hide her erection anymore. With substance still on her glove she dipped two fingers into a smaller glass jar and pinched out a tiny but effective amount of lube before turning to him. Quickly figuring out what she had in mind he took a deep breath and started to relax his glutes like he did for his shoulders. As they began to subside Janet started to rub the small of his back like she did before penetrating him when he was bent over the table. Like before she slipped her fingers between his cheeks with precision before stopping right at his entrance. Slowly, he felt her penetrate into him, wincing as her fingers rubbed up against the still sensitive skin of his sphincter. This discomfort didn’t last for too long though because once she was decently inside she began to rub her fingers against his walls, making him huff in response. She apparently really liked this because the hand that wasn’t inside him pressed on his spine to possibly keep her upright. Her fingers continued to rub on his insides, like they were looking for something. The putty and jelly from before started to seep into his soft walls, making him react further as waves of hot and cold poured throughout his lower abdomen with his once tight member begin to extend beneath the table. Quickly his attention was brought back to her fingers as she kneaded closer and closer to his now-wanting prostate. While she began to pass over it he couldn’t help himself, it was exactly like before, he felt the low moan gurgle up inside. Meeting it with resistance he couldn’t help but let it out slowly as her fingers pressed in to it.She stopped in her path with her fingers right over his spot. Pressing in again, being softer than before, he whined uncontrollably.“This isn’t me,” He told himself, “I need to get it together.”His train of thought about how out of line he was was suddenly broke as he felt something under the table hold his sack, gently caressing it and loosening him up.“Just me, thought it would help with your flow.” Janet told him, answering his non-existent question.She then continued to press into his prostate, making him whine and start to throb, his dick pulsing as his walls stayed lax from the putty/jelly mix. But something about his reaction caught his attention, in all of that there was a slight huff that didn’t come from him. He didn’t know if that was Janet or the table. She then switched and started to rotate her fingers over his prostate in a clockwise motion, making him react. As she continued to roll her fingers he began to throb faster, his length filling with the fluid that was trapped in his currently-being-nurtured sack. Suddenly and as expected, he exploded onto the floor. It wasn’t a quick ejaculation, this one lasted for a few moments- coming out in pulses the puddle of him began to grow on the floor as his member twitched more and more out. Finally stopping as his now relieved sack began to droop in Janet’s shaking hand.In fact it wasn’t just that hand that was shaking- it was both of them. Craning his head over to look at her he saw that she was leaned over him with her crotch pressed firmly on the side of the table. Noticing that she was being watched she pulled her fingers out and took a cautious step back, making sure that she didn’t inadvertently show him her crotch. Peter almost instantly connected the dots. While she was helping to get him off; he was accidentally doing the exact same thing. Which meant that the huff did come from her.“I’m, uh, going to go and get changed.” She told him, snapping the gloves off and heading to leave.“Wait! Please?” He asked.She paused.“I don’t care about some stain that may or may not be on your tights. Besides, you watched me get laid on several different occasions- this small incident really doesn’t compare.” he told her.A practical heart-to-heart probably wasn’t the best thing to say right after cumming but he just wanted to get this over with. Looking at her with her back still to him he watched as she put her hands on her hips and gently dragged the waistband of her tights down to her ankles where she stepped out of them before going to pick them up. Realizing that she was going to stay and most likely do him, he began to take shallow breaths to loosen whatever might still be wound up tight. Trained on her, she turned around with her signature smile on her lips and her hand around her recalcifying member. As she got to his feet he felt her start to wipe him clean of the substances with her still warm tights, she continued to clean him off up to the end of his neck. When she got there he was able to catch a whiff of what smelled like bananas and laundry detergent before she took them off him and tossed them aside. The table then started to shake as she got onto it, mounting him as she rested her weight on the back of his thighs with her tip poking at the end of his tailbone. Judging by how the table moved next, he assumed that she was leaning forward to put her crotch above his- which was confirmed when her hand suddenly planted itself next to his face. He felt the warm air from her huffing on the back of his neck as her other arm craned between the two of them to reach the tray of glass in order to get the jar of lube. Once she had it he heard an almost sickening squish as she stuck her member down the center of the jar before removing it and picking off excess lube only to flick it off right where her tights laid. She reached down and pinched his cheek between her palm and her fingers before lightly pulling him open.“Do you want me to do a countdown?” She asked.“What?” Peter replied“Do you want me to do a countdown?” She repeated.He paused- deciding if that would be better or not.“3…” She began, not giving him a choice.The politeness was nice and a healthy change of pace. Which reminded him of Pepper, who, to be honest, he was a bit concerned about.“2..” She continued.He suddenly felt her tip poke against his anus. Since his breathing hadn’t stopped since she took her tights off, he was basically ready. Basically. But as she began to pre-emptively press into him he started to get his regular approaching-sex jitters which meant that if she didn’t act soon he was going to close like a clam.“...1”She then planted her crotch onto his, burying her first two inches. He groaned reflexively as it happened before quickly biting his thumb to make sure that would be the end of his verbal act. Then he was immediately tested as she began further into him, not stopping until her crotch was pressed up against his ass. He was breathing hard, trying not to make a noise as his walls gripped and loosened around the new cock. Just as quickly as she came into him she began to back out. Only to press into him once more- being just as slow.“One.” She said calmly.She pulled back out, shooting a tingle from the base of his skull down to where her chest pressed on his back before she pushed back in again- being a little faster.“Two.”Each pump began to take less and less time as she progressively sped up. In those moments she would go from completely inside his warm grasp to the cusp of leaving all before coming back inside. Each one making his body squelch before it was muted by the increasing space that connected them both. After several minutes he found himself about to become a mess as she kept on delivering.“Nineteen.” She muttered, her breath getting hoarse as sweat beaded on her forehead.At this point he was a throbbing mess with his teeth firmly sunk into the table. Getting passing glimpses at his member he saw that it had become thick and swollen, ready to climax as the throbbing feeling began to pulse faster and faster. His body shifted back slightly as she pulled out before sliding back in, each little inch making his body vibrate like a tuning fork getting head. As she stopped he couldn’t hold back. Letting out a loud groan, or huff- he couldn’t tell- he came again. This time instead of hitting his puddle he happened to overshoot and hit Janet’s tights, making him mutter ‘fuck’ to himself. Apparently feeling satisfied with either her work on him or with herself, she pulled herself off him and backed out a small aftershock rippled right through him, making his dick dribble a little.“Everything ok?” She asked.“Yeah. Just don’t wear your tights again.” He commented, pulling himself off the table before standing awkwardly as he began to regain his balance.She smiled before looking down at his body. Following her eyeline he saw that a long string of jizz was still attached to his dick. Going to pinch it off he hesitated.“I’ll do it.” She then took off her tube top and wrapped it around her hand before reaching out and polishing his tip.He tried not to focus on the pseudo-handjob he was getting, or her tits- which was really hard to do since he was staring right at them.“Pepper doesn’t dislike you.” She told him, bringing him back to the land of sobriety.“Huh?”“Pepper doesn’t dislike you. In fact she’s very concerned for you.”“Why are you telling me this?”“Because I know that Pepper is basically your number one primer, she helps you out. Kinda like how I did when Jennifer fucked you in the media room.” She started, “She’s just worried. You see, when Jennifer, Wanda and I were making the plan for today she backed out- thought it was too much and that you couldn’t take it. Then this afternoon when you woke up and immediately decided to do it with Wanda she confided in me that she felt you were pushing yourself too far. That’s why she seems pissed. But she’s not. She’s just upset.”“Thanks. Truly. But that didn’t answer my question.”“I’m telling you this because she’s the last in line, and she’s next. Do the math.”Janet then stopped polishing him and tossed her shirt aside before turning and taking the Wasp suit off her bed to hang it up.“You can sleep here for the night. But-” She started.“No funny business?” He finished.She nodded before getting onto the bed with him right behind her. As they laid down and she pulled the sheets over him his vision blurred again as his eyes seemed to shut themselves.“We have to stop meeting like this.” He announced to Nightmare.“Wow, kudos. Usually I get the first line.” He replied.“Are you going to take this seriously?” He asked.“Sure. Sure. So tomorrow. Big day. The final dick. Yipee!” Nightmare began, “Anywhom i’ve been thinking about something you said earlier, about separating the Man from Spider-Man.”“What about it?”“Have you put any thought towards the idea that it wasn’t Tony who knew you were Spider-Man?” He asked Peter.“But Tony said-” He paused.“Sure, but he’s Tony Stark. Guy seriously can’t remember what he had for breakfast, besides, he’s a compulsive white liar. So let’s listen to Janet and do the math. Both Pepper and Tony are attached at the hip but not in the dating way- more of the secretary way.” Nightmare chidded.“And Tony said he reached out to the Bugle and asked for me explicitly.” Peter began.“Meaning…” Nightmare encouraged.It clicked.“Meaning that it was really Pepper who reached out. Which would explain why she’s been acting so strange. It’s because she knows I'm not a myth. She knows-”“-the Man behind Spider-Man.” Nightmare finished.He was stunned, making the problem he originally had so much worse. Not only did two people know that he was Spider-Man but he had to sleep with one of them. Which was going to be a challenge since he now had a large emotional hurtle he was going to have to coax her over. While thinking about this he began to miss the moments where it was him who needed to get over himself.“Sleep tight Spider-Man. You’re in for one hell of a tomorrow.” He said, cackling.

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He woke up feeling anxious. Next to him was the indent left by Janet’s body- who had since got up and left him in her bed- and on his other side was an open window with sunlight just beginning to seep in. For a moment he thought he was free, that he could jump out of it and this would all be over. But, he supposed that wasn’t the case and should he decide to fling himself out like a salesman after a bad quarter Nightmare would probably make it so he had to deep throat everyone, which would literally suck. Standing up, he stretched himself out with his spine popping as he did and his shriveled dick bobbing slightly.“She knows.” He reminded himself, “Which is bad.”With this new sense of urgency he headed for the bedroom door and swung it open only to see Pepper in very little clothing right as she was walking by.“Oh lord!” He yelped and covered his exposed crotch.“Jesus!” She replied, putting up a hand to block his vision out.“Y’know it’s rude to see, uh- to see a man naked before you, er- you fuck him?” He stuttered out, trying not to make the situation worse.“Just take it.” She told him, punching him in the gut.In her grip was another pair of heart underwear.“Have you-?” He started, dumbfounded.Before he could finish though she just walked off. Quickly turning into his guest room he tried to calm himself down. He was still very anxious, she knew who he was and he had to sleep with her. But did she have it in her to sleep with him? Would she be more aggressive if she did? Would she be more sensitive? There were so many questions that he had, so many nerves firing off. It was clouding his vision, like a swarm of bees living in his skull. She knew the Man behind Spider-Man, so this was real, the sex he was about to have was real. Emotionally he wasn’t prepared. Suddenly his knees fell out from under him and he crashed to the floor and he peeled off his mask to breathe. Sure, he had been ‘having sex’ but none of that had the same weight as this. It was going to be intimate, slow, considerate. And he was just 18, while she was a very experienced woman. Carefully he grabbed his mask and put it back on. Going for the door he paused, realizing just how naked he was. Then he turned around, quickly grabbing a robe, and then leaving.As he walked into the kitchen he found that it was just him and Pepper. She was dressed in a similar robe to cover up her almost-exposed body except it was pink. She took a careful sip out of the mug in her hand before she looked up and saw him standing there. As he opened his mouth to either address earlier or muster up the gumption to lean over the table and beg she simply turned away.“I know you’re upset.” He said instead.She scoffed before taking another sip.“That’s fair. But, I get it. I’m going pretty fast. And I'm doing it for a reason.” He told her.She peered at him out of the corner of her eye“And what might that be?” She finally asked.“To get us out of here, all of us.”She turned to look at him. Except this was different. She was cold and meticulous, not as warm as before, like she was seeing if he was real.“You’re young, so I don’t think you’ll understand this. But when Nightmare cursed you he cursed us too, he played our hand and he made us fuck you. Now, some of the others liked that, some saw that they needed to be careful and some saw that as an opportunity. I don’t see it like that, do you know why?” She asked.“Because you know who I am?” He asked.She was silent before she shook her head.“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. But what I do know is that you’re still just a virgin. Sure, you had some close calls with Natasha and Janet- and maybe you felt defiled after Jennifer and Wanda but none of that means anything. There was no emotion there. You’re not having sex, you’re getting fucked. And something tells me you know this.” She told him.She had just affirmed his fears and there was absolutely no rebuttal he could come up with. He wasn’t prepared for this and she knew that exactly.“As long as you wear the mask none of that matters. You got defiled, physically. And I hate to sound like Nightmare when I say this, but you need to get defiled emotionally if you ever want to really leave. So i’ll say this. I will fuck you wherever and whenever you want. But Peter, when you come to me, don’t wear the mask.” She continued.His heart shook as she walked away. Not only did he now know for sure that she knew who he was but she also knew exactly how he felt. As he tried not to sink into this impending panic attack a gust of wind suddenly rolled past the window- sounding like eerie laughter. Shaking himself out of it he practically crawled to the media room to be alone in case anyone walked in on his kitchen heart attack. Slumping into the sunken couch he propped his feet up and watched the blank screen before a green spark erected out of the dated VHS player and into the screen, lighting it up with static. Both curious and confused he watched as the tv slowly adjusted before finally showing a familiar image. It was him a few years from now in the media room. His suit seemed refined and professionally made- which made him envious- and his face was out- which scared the shit out of him. Quickly, he spun around to see if anyone else was seeing this, and to check that no one else suddenly knew who he was.“Peter…” The TV spoke “PETER!”He spun back around to see his future self leaning in- before continuing.“Yeah, this is happening” The TV said again.“How?” he asked.“Magic. Probably. Listen, I've been where you are now- and I know that you’re in need of some advice, or a quick exit, so I'm just going to tell it like it is. Pepper Potts is going to be your first. She won’t tell anyone who you are and no Avenger will ever know about this, but you need to go up there and do this.”“B-But I don’t want to… Thi-This isn’t how this should be happening.”“Yeah, as ‘fun’ as it may be- it really isn’t. But trust me, you will meet other people… more meaningful people. But that can only happen if you get out. So get out.”He paused and leaned back. There was a future outside, and by the looks of it, it was nice.“Thanks for the pep talk, possible-illusion me.” He said.“No problem.”Then the TV turned off. As it did, he stood up and paced out of the room before making a fast trail to Pepper’s room. As he knocked on the door it slid open just a little, before opening the rest of the way. Her room was brightly lit with natural light from the large windows and the artificial light from the attached restroom. She was sitting on the edge of the bed with her robe around her waist, chest exposed. Across from the bed on the other side of the wall was an array of mirrors. He then entered the room and closed the door behind him before pinching the top of his mask and sliding it off.“As requested.” He quietly said.She stood and approached him slowly, taking his face into her warm palms before making him look side to side.“How old are you, Peter?” She quietly asked, her voice straining in an effort to not break.“18, ma’am.” He replied.She kissed him on the cheek before leading him back to the bed. As they sat, silence filled the space between them. Slowly, he slid his hand to hers and laid it on top. She turned and looked at him.“I’ll be okay…” He told her.She nodded then sighed. He took her hands and led them to the knot at his waist. To make it easier, she got to the floor beneath him with her robe falling off her body- exposing her against the mirror, which he saw. He had never seen her behind like this; her thighs were married to her freckle specked ass with her hole just peaking through. Below that was her, technically his, testicles which were starting to gather against the cold of the room. Pepper slowly worked the knot off before edging the nice cloth to the side, now exposing him to the cold. Next she took her hands and slapped them together before placing them on either side of his legs, giving him some warmth. This made him tense up before relaxing, in turn making her laugh.“W-What?” He chidded.“It’s nothing. I swear.” She stifled out.“So.. should I?”Without waiting for a reply he leaned back and started to twist around before her hand stopped him and forced him back.“Just wait a second. Everyone has been so selfish… no one has thought about you…”He paused, stumped at what she might be suggesting. She rolled her eyes then made a motion like she was shaking salt into her mouth before bulging her cheek with her tongue.“What?” He asked, dumbfounded.“Oh my god… I. Am going. To suck. Your dick.” She spelt it out for him.His face went slack before she smiled and cupped his testicles, her mouth lowering onto his tip; with a kiss she suckled it into her mouth. In response his head drooped, only to be saved by his neck keeping him up. She started to nurse his now growing appendage with her mouth- particular care going into his tip as his nerve ends began to burn. He could feel the skin along his member start to painfully stretch before getting coated in saliva. With every shift and bob of Pepper’s caring mouth Peter found himself thanking her. Just barely looking in the mirror he smiled at himself like he was watching his own coronation, but just then something caught his eye. It was a slight green shimmer around Pepper’s genitals in the shape of enveloping tendrils.“Remember our little chat about your pecker?” Nightmare whispered in his ear as he manifested in the mirror image.Peter nodded, or tried to.“Yeah… I lied. But it’s better than taking another dick. And don’t call this mercy! It’s not!” He told Peter before disappearing.Then the tendrils that were around Pepper started to constrict, making her reel away from the blowjob. They both looked down as the green shimmer turned into a bright green light before disappearing. In the place of her former penis was her original orifice. The light brown internal folds that were visible glowed with slick against the stubble of her outer lips- adorning her mound was a thin patch of red minge. They both looked at each other for a minute before Pepper twisted around and looked at her ass in the mirror. Unsure of what she was seeing, she quickly snaked her hand between her legs and spread her lips open before tentatively sliding her nailed middle finger deep inside. As the two watched the reflection closely Pepper let out a sharp laugh as her finger slid out, the shimmer of ‘wet’ adorned onto it. Tentatively he watched as she stood, gathered her composure, then lunged onto him with a giddy laugh.“Oh my god… OH MY GOD!” She said laughing. “Yes!”“What does this mean?” Peter asked, his hands resting besides her knees which had landed on either side of him.“What does this mean?!” She leaned into him, “This means that you get to get your dick wet…”She then shifted her lower body to be above his before rising so that her thin torso stood erect and stretched as her hands rised and rolled through her red hair. She then reached down and put her hand back on his stiff erection, easing it up and between her legs until his tip tingled against her body. His eyes were honed in on the anticipation before him until a piercing sound cut through his concentration.“Focus on me.” Pepper coaxed.Slowly he looked up; past her red pubes, past her smooth midriff, past her taut boobs and finally at her face. She was smiling, like she was free- which she was. She just got her most potent femininity back and the one proof that Nightmare might actually be serious about there being an out to all of this hell. Watching her glowing face he saw her tuck her lip between her teeth before rolling her eyes closed and sinking down onto him. As his hard on slipped into her soft core his eyes slid back in the same manner as his hands sunk into her knees to keep himself grounded. She continued with her controlled fall onto him as her breath started to pace behind her trapped lip. He, however, wasn’t so quiet. Short gasps and soft yelps came from him as his dick felt like it was entering a jacuzzi and getting awarded at the same time. Suddenly, just like it started, it stopped. Pepper slowly rose and then stopped just as he was beginning to come out of her.“Is something wrong?” He asked with paced breaths, feeling slightly lightheaded.“N-No.” Pepper said as she leaned forward, her chest just resting on his. “Just adjusting”She then slid back down onto him, only slightly faster than before, followed by her sliding up again. This cycle started to repeat itself as his dick became numb to the sensation of her warmth enveloping him. Occasionally, he would get a glimpse in the mirror of his dick entering and sliding out of her before pepper dragged his attention back with some erotic action that made him squirm; be it a slight nibble on his neck or her hot breath coating his cheek. After a few more moments he began to throb, prompting him to stop Pepper.“Yeah?” She asked.“I’m close… I’m close…”She nodded and pulled him out before placing herself back down between his legs and stuffing him back into her mouth. This time her taunts and manipulations where more focused on getting the liquid trapped in his shaft out and into her throat- which didn’t take much. All she had to do was place his tip at the back of her tongue and make a swallowing motion, causing him to groan and climax as the heat of the moment became too much to take. He could hear her mouth pop as air was forced out from his climax filling her mouth. She then stood, a trail of saliva connecting them, and promptly plopped down on the bed beside him.“Now what?” He asked.“Now we are free.” She replied, sweaty yet happy.

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Peter Parker knew he couldn’t stay long, as far as he was aware it was time for Nightmare to hold up his end of the bargain. Quickly getting up he snatched a robe from the floor and pulled his mask over his face before heading for the door. Then as soon as his palm hit the handle a tingle rattled down his spine- someone was on the other side. Bracing for the worse he swung the door back only to face Janet, Natasha, Wanda and Jennifer. Pausing, he finally spoke.“Hey… How’s everyone?” He quipped, his voice filled with adrenaline.Janet squinted at him then let out a shrill gasp.“Did you two fuck!?” She exclaimed.Peter immediately closed the door behind him as fast as he could.“Oh my god you did!” Jennifer yelped, almost clapping.As the chatter outside of Pepper’s room began to increase Peter tried to quiet them but nothing was happening.“So what happens now?” Wanda finally asked.He froze, not really sure how to get Nighmare’s attention that didn’t require a nap. He felt the fuzz on his robe grow warm as all of their eyes bore into him.“Well, right now we get ready,” Peter started to improv, “all of the other Avengers disappeared right? We don’t want them coming back and all of us look different.”They all looked at him strangely, like he just told them they could do whatever they wanted as long as they wore chains. Natasha understood where he was coming from.“He’s right. As far as they should be concerned- nothing happened.” She said, covering for him.Slowly they all got the jist and began to disperse to their rooms. As they left, Natasha came up to him.“You don’t know how to talk with Nightmare.” She quietly asked.“Not right now, I have an idea though.” He admitted.She patted his shoulder and walked off. Once everyone was gone he walked to his guest room and grabbed his suit. It had grown dirty and ripe from the days of neglect, which wasn’t saying much given that it had seen actual sewers. He didn’t have a spare mask and Tony didn’t care to show him the laundry room so he was a bit screwed. Deciding on the reliable option he stopped up the sink and lathered up the suit with soap before sinking it beneath the growing suds.“A shower would be good.” He mumbled as he turned around and started the other water faucet, throwing his mask over his shoulder and into the sink.His shoulders drooped as the pressurized warm water hit his tightly bound muscles. This moment of reprieve was well deserved, but admittedly short. May was probably worried to death over him, either that or good old Bobby Drake covered for him again, either option would probably require some explanation that he wasn’t really willing to hand over. He likely wasn’t going to be able to go to a party again in fear of something messed up happening to him, which wasn’t much of a problem since he was rarely invited to begin with. He trusted Natasha to not joke about this, Jennifer might hint at the fact that she creamed him, Janet would most likely be unable to look him in the eye and Wanda seems like the type to go for seconds- which would suck for him. As for Pepper, that was different, more real; if anyone would change from that it would be him.He shut off the shower, stepped out, and quickly dried himself off. All the suit took was a quick wringing and it too was good to go.“Down here!” Jennifer hollered.Peter couldn’t help himself anymore. He swung his door open and bounced off the walls until he landed in the atrium where everyone else was waiting.“So, Spider-Man, how do we do this?” Natasha asked expectantly.His idea was simple. Nightmare was a fickle thing, prone to nursing his ego and being an obstinate prick. Something as simple as an impartial insult would probably work.“Easy.” He shrugged, “Hey Nightmare! Your mother is so ugly, that-”Then just as soon as he started talking a green explosion of mist detonated on the stairs. As it dissipated, Nightmare sat in its place.“You must be some kind of stupid…” He said through gritted teeth.“We did him, all of us, balls and all!” Wanda jeered.“I know.” Nightmare sighed, “and quite willingly if I might add.”A pause filled the room.“I suppose you want me to hold up my end of the bargain?”“Yeah.” Jennifer replied with monotone anger.“Alright alright…”Then Nightmare swiped his hand. As he did the images of the missing Avengers began to appear while he disappeared.“If you try to hurt him. You're going to have to go through us.” Steve said as he stepped forward towards nothing, shield in hand.With that confirmation of everything being back to normal, Peter didn’t hesitate to leave. He trusted Pepper to keep Tony quiet, and as for the explanation of why it was now the afternoon instead of the middle of the night… well, that wasn’t his problem. Sliding the door to the patio open he took a deep breath of the fresh Manhattan air and soared down into a new day.[ELSEWHERE: THE HELLFIRE CLUB]Emma Frost didn’t consider herself a dominatrix. Sure, she had a healthy collection of boy toys who did whatever she wanted, and yes- she wore quite the get up when the time called for it, but under no circumstances was she a dominatrix. If anything she was a master who punished indiscriminately. However not everyone seemed to get the memo, which is why she was relegated to monitor duty. The enemies of The Hellfire Club were nothing more than a couple of brats who didn’t know how to keep their noses out of other people’s business. Sure, they had powers- but that didn’t mean anything. Wincing at the obnoxiously bright screens which showed photos and stats of various mutants; she turned and watched as two of her toys went back and forth on a third that she had just plucked off the street. She grimaced at the sight of the impromptu three-way and couldn’t tell if this callus excuse of entertainment was better or worse than the actual eyesore of the screens. She opted for a third option and squeezed her eyes shut in a vain effort to crush the impending headache.“Emma…” A ghastly voice whispered to her.“Nightmare.” She bemoaned, “What could you possibly want…”“Me? The same as you. Entertainment.” He replied.“If you say that I'm it, I will lobotomize myself. I kid you not.” She groaned.“Relax. I’m here to help you.” He coaxed, “I know how much you crave power. I know how much you loathe the enemies of The Club. What if I told you that I could give you both.”“How?” She asked, opening her eyes back to the screens.“Use your powers, have them throw a party, sneak you and your friends in, and go to town. Just promise me one thing…” He said, a rough growl growing in his throat.“Yes?” She whispered as a screen began to stand out.“Break Peter Parker.”“Consider it done.” Emma promised as the screen containing information on Jean Grey splintered, its broken reflection showing her glowing pupils.