Spider-Man: Lust

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After finding out from Rogue that Charles Xavier had sent her after all, I came to the realisation that I had clearly overstayed his school's welcome. Within an hour I had packed my things, and avoiding meeting anyone on the way, I left the school through the back, less well-maintained, entrance.

I even had to turn into the woods at some points, for I was nearly picked off by Jubilee, who I didn't know if I could get away from.

Anyway, jumping over the fence, which my right ankle didn't think was the best decision, I tasted and smelled freedom. And immediately headed...

*♪ Clang ♪

- Hello, Peter. - a sexy female voice sounded in my right ear.

- Well hello, Raphael the rapist.... - all I could make out were the saiyami blades at my right cheek.

.....

Once upon a time I heard an expression or a reasoning along the lines that even not the most pleasant of life circumstances can lead to a new, extraordinary experience....

- Ahem. - well, a journey in the boot doesn't fall into that category.

The woman, amusingly in red, was able to grab me. And so fast that my hands were tied faster than I could move them. The same unexpected outcome happened when I tried to scream - the gag was already in my mouth.

- Hmmm... - being helpless like this makes me want to piss in the boot just to spite her.

*(tyres squealing)

Are we there? Four lefts and three rights? Aren't we close to the school? Is that a good sign, giving me a direction to run? Or a bad sign that this is where I'll end up?

- Get up. - After opening the boot, a beautiful girl with Turkish, maybe Greek features, thick black hair and brown eyes that always seemed to be flirting with death stared at me.

- Hmmm! - I tried to object.

*Punch*

After the punch to the liver, I was filled with regret... Regret that I didn't piss in her boot.

.....

We walked for about an hour through the obscure paths and hills. When I had to create some distance, the brunette sharply stopped it, often with the help of physical impact on my internal organs.

One thing that was comforting about this arrangement was that if I hadn't been killed yet, then I was needed alive. But judging by the brunette, she has no intention of explaining why she kidnapped me... Maybe she kidnapped me for hire.

- Inside. - Fixing the long red bandage in my hair, the brunette threw me.

Eventually we came to some shack in the middle of the forest, as if escaped from horror films. And if that wasn't enough, the place where I was being held turned out to be a dark, rotten basement.

- Hmmm! - from the stairwell into which the brunette pushed me.

.....

It's been a day. No one has fed or watered me. The only company I have is the rats running around in the night. I try my best to dig a dugout, though it's hard with my hands and feet tied. It would be nice to at least get my mouth free so I can try to bite through the rest of the restraints. But the brunette has it tied tightly too.

.....

Another day passed. No food, no water. No regrets about the boot, either. For I pissed in her cellar. The dugout is hard to dig, for the ground is hard. My fingernails and fingers hurt.

.....

- Haaah. Haaah. What a bitch...

On the third day, I was able to bend over to get the gag in my mouth. And by cutting my cheeks bloody I was able to free my mouth at least.

- Well. Maybe tomorrow I'll be able to reach my hands with my teeth.

Having set myself a goal for the day, I was prepared that today would bring nothing new, however....

*(Squeaking)

The floorboards began to creak from upstairs. I wanted to cry, for they were coming from the direction of the entrance, and that meant that I had cut my face in vain, because obviously the brunette wouldn't let it go.

*♪ Squeak ♪

*♪ Creak ♪

Suddenly, however, the floorboards shook with some kind of maddening force. It was like there was a battle upstairs. I really want to believe that the brunette is confronted by someone coming to my rescue. Because under different circumstances.

- ...I'd have to root for her.

*****

- Haaah. Haaah.

Covered in bruises, Elektra was pinned to the floor. Despite the face of a wild beast ready to tear into its prey, she had already lost. Elektra's shoulder was knocked out, so there was no way for her to overpower her opponent.

- You were hard to find.

Talking about outsmarting her wasn't even an option. Both girls are among the best at contract killing.

- What are you doing here, Psylocke?!

- Like you, I'm here on business....

Lowering the pink sword-shaped energy beam, Psylocke thought for a moment about how problematic Elektra's future might be if things were left as they were.

- So there's no other choice...? - with a smile, the woman with almost purple hair looked at the defeated woman.

.....

*Slap*

Tying Elektra up, Psylocke tossed her onto the couch. After a second, ripping the bottom of her red dress, and spreading her enemy's legs.

*Slap*

Her muscular, stone-carved arse immediately appeared before Psylocke, along with two mouth-watering holes.

*Slap*

- Ah!..

Psylocke slapped her ass with her tongue and nibbled on the pink pussy. Being tied up, Elektra had no choice but to enjoy herself.

*Tresk

- Ahhhh!...

While Psylocke held her juicy thighs with one hand, with the other she moved higher to rip her dress in yet another place. And to free her size four breasts, with nipples rapidly rising under the intense caresses.

- Hmmm!

While the tender tongue licked and penetrated inside Elektra's lower lips, someone else's neat fingers, as if knowing her mistress' desires, pulled the nipple downwards.

- Ahhhh!...

And it would only take a second before pleasure would be replaced by pain, just a second before, Psylocke would release the nipple and tightly embrace the whole breast, squeezing it passionately.

- There, you're wet enough... - Psylocke said with a satisfied, flushed face, pulling away from the other's pussy.

- Haa... Haa... What now...? - Realising that it wouldn't end there, Elektra turned to the victorious woman without even turning her head. Not showing the blush of the near orgasm that Psylocke had left her on the cusp of.

- It's time to show you who you shouldn't mess with.

Under her victorious smile, under her size five breasts, under her flat tummy, exactly where her well-groomed babe had been, Psylocke created a new pink beam of energy. True now, it was not sharp, but rather streamlined in shape....

- Aaaaaaah!

But a distinctly large one that made Elektra scream. It was worth Psylocke, after spitting, to introduce it inside the loser.

- Gahmm!... Mnh-mnh!..! You're going to rip me apart!..!

Clasping her hands tightly around Elektra's slim waist, Psylocke mercilessly had the girl, making hot drops splash in all directions.

- Ngghhhh!... Mnhmmm!...

As Elektra rolled her eyes, biting her lips, fidgeting in fruitless attempts to escape, the only thing Psylocke had to say was....

- What is it, girl? This is just the beginning!

Wrapping her black hair around her fist, Psylocke began to buck her pussy with her hips almost pressed together.

- Aaaaaaahhhh!...

And for a long time, such tight thrusting Elektra couldn't take it, bursting into a powerful orgasm.

**Peter**

- You want to know how I got these scars... - or rather chafes.

Having finished treating the wounds, and having finally eaten and drunk, I went out into the main room of the crumbling hovel, where...

- Yes! Harder! Harder! Stronger!

Psylocke was fucking Elektra, who was already free of her restraints.

- Aghhhh! I'm coming! I'm going to cum!

Elektra gave herself to the situation, moving her arse towards her and spreading her arse with her hand, leaving visible marks on her bun.

*Slap*

- You can't! Bitch, did I tell you to cum?! Did I give you permission?! - How rude, Psylocke.

You called me a bitch, too. That's not nice. Dirty talk is when you call your partner 'bad girl', 'no good', not the last bitch who should be grateful that someone else agreed to put a cock in her fucked-up cunt.

- Peter, come here! - Psylocke suddenly commanded me.... What does this useless cow meant for fucking do?

All right. I'm too tired to put anyone in their place.

- Suck my fucking cock! - As soon as I approached, Psylocke pushed Elektra's face right into my crotch.

Without any words, or excuses, with just her teeth, Elektra unzipped her fly.

- Ewww... It stinks. - and a sharp contortion of her face as my boyfriend jumped out of captivity.

- Whose fault is that? - Turned to her with a kind smile, a second before.....

- Mmm-hmm! - to pull it all the way down her throat.

While Psylocke fucked Elektra mercilessly in the arse, I kept up the aggression, engaging the sweet mouth and using her throat as a masturbator.

- Try hard, bitch, clean his cock well! So that by the time it's my turn, it's shining!

- Kggh!

- Mnhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!

I ended up cumming in the bitch's mouth, right at the moment of her next orgasm. Electra's cheeks swelled dramatically, her throat constricted, torn between screaming and swallowing, her brown eyes rolled up to the sky.

- Bghaaaa... - To keep Elektra from falling to the floor while vomiting cum, I hold onto her hair.

- You do realise this is just the beginning, right? - Holding back all the anger I've accumulated over the days, I can't hold back a smile of anticipation.

- Bghaa... Good... - To which Elektra smiled as well, lips in seed.