Spider-Man was pleased. Peter Parker would have been horrified but that weak, whining excuse for a man was gone. Now, only Spider remained and having an inexhaustible fucktoy as his own made him happy. She would become one of his prized possessions - a slut to fuck whenever the mood struck him built to do nothing but pleasure him. Perhaps he'd have her pose nude to make money for him. No porn, however, as nobody would get to fuck his bitch but him. Staring at the bimboslut that had been Peter Parker's wife with her legs splayed open lewdly made Spider smile coldly. Such a beautiful thing to show off and use . . .
Hours before he'd been worried about how to "fix" her. Now, he only worried about keeping her this way and making other women just like her. Well, perhaps one change was needed.
"Get up, you dim-witted slut. We're going to make sure everyone knows who you belong to."
Mary Jane got up, giggling then squealing with delight as Spider-Man slid into his spandex outfit and tossed her over his shoulder stark naked, smacking her round, firm ass fondly as he launched them out of a window. There was a tattoo shop just minutes away. His symbol all over her body should let any man who looked at her know that she was the property of the Spider. His dick began to harden just thinking of it.
***
Black Cat's lazy ministrations between her legs slowed as an unfamiliar emotion surfaced - guilt. She had briefly fucked Peter's friend Flash Thompson as a cruel means of hurting him, only to end feeling a fondness for the muscular jock turned soldier. Before she put the finishing touches on her Spider, she supposed giving her ex a little apology gift wouldn't hurt. She brought his profile in the strange computer program, surprised to see he had bonded with the symbiote known as Venom.
"Hmm. Let's see - Flash Thompson has full control over the symbiote. He's also invulnerable and he has his legs back." she typed idly, trying to think of a way to really apologize. Felicia remembered suddenly just how much Flash enjoyed seeing her on her knees, talking dirty as she sucked him off and had a brilliant idea.
"Any woman Flash Thompson finds attractive will be filled with an overwhelming urge to suck his huge, meaty cock. They'll do anything he asks, no matter how degrading, just to suck his 12" dick and swallow his cum. Seeing his bare cock will make them talk like dirty whores until they finally get his spunk in their mouth."
***
"Fools!" Circe sneered. "Did you and your pathetic lot of miscreants really think you could stop me?"
Agent Venom frowned. Things certainly didn't go as planned, which was par for the course for Task Force X, but they rarely went this pear-shaped. All of the supervillains he'd be told to lead into the purple haired sorceress's stronghold had been turned to animals or knocked out cold within minutes. She'd gestured and he'd found himself held fast by magical restraints, bound to a pillar. The curvaceous witch sauntered closer to him, a sneer playing across her exotic features, clearly relishing the situation. Even about to die, he had to admit the ancient bitch was certainly hot.
"I have the Infinity Stone of Power, you pathetic lackey! Even before that, I could have- could have . . ."
Circe's voice trailed off as she stared at Flash, as if seeing him for the first time. She licked her full lips, as if in a daze and her grip on the Infinity Stone weakened, looking him up and down in a predatory fashion. Her chest began to heave as her breath quickened.
"I can do anything I want to you. Yes . . . anything . . . I . . . Gods, what are you doing to me?" she panted, nipples up and hard through the tight green silken robe she wore, eyes helplessly drifting downward.
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