The Mind Gem and the Reality Gem had conspired to make Peter Parker's will be done, even if that will was unconscious. A part of him had truly desired this, a life free of the heavy burdens of guilt and responsibility, a life full of nothing but pleasure and satisfying his own selfish urges.That part wanted to be in control and briefly, the Mind Gem and the Reality Gem had let it. Now, however, the true Peter Parker came back to himself.
He leaped off the bed onto the ceiling of his expensively decorated bedroom and left Pepper Potts giggling on the mattress.
Stripping off what little she still wore with a flourish, she spread her long, lovely legs lewdly for him, presenting her redheaded pussy with a grin, fingers playing over her trim body.
"Ooh, are you going to pounce on me, Sir? Fuck me upside-down on the ceiling? Or are you going to web me up so nice and tight I can't move and just I'm your helpless little piece of fuckmeat?"
"What?" Peter yelped. "No, none of those things! Oh, man, I gotta undo this . . ."
Staring at the Infinity Watch on his wrist, he blurted out his next series of orders in a panic.
"I am not a criminal! I'm- I'm Spider-Man, not Spider-Kingpin! I only do the right thing! If I was going to be in charge, I'd be- be helping people!" he stammered. "And these women are leading normal healthy lives, understand? I'm happily married!"
The room shimmered and blurred around him and he felt his mind go dizzy once again.
"My Lord?" came the feminine in front of him.
Emperor Parker The First, The Spider-King, awoke with a start. His Royal Page, Pepper Potts, looked at him with a touch of concern from her position kneeling below him with a PDA in her hands in front of her. He stifled a yawn. His concubines must have tired him out more than he thought last night. Head Bodyguard Diana stood to his right, eyes ever forward, his untiring protector wearing naught but a red, blue and black bustier and panties (as were was her culture's custome, to honor her Lord) . . . but his busty redheaded Queen Mary Jane sitting on the throne to his left favored him with a slight smirk as she adjusted her skimpy metal bikini. They'd shared a very long, delightful evening breaking Hypnotia and the Enchantress, turning their powers on one another until they'd become the most dutiful and adoring of all the concubines they now possessed, little more than a pair of blissful blonde bimbos.
"Apologies, Page Potts. Continue with the morning's report, but first - Head Concubine Frost, tell the kitchen to bring me a double espresso. I feel like today is going to be a long day."
The barely clad buxom blonde lying before him in little more than white gauze and a golden necklace with a stylized spider-shaped clasp simply nodded. She then used her mental powers to contact the kitchen staff and sent one of the lesser concubines to fetch their Lord's desired beverage at once before continuing to massage her Lord's feet. Power Girl flew from her position on a nearby dais across from Tigra where each had been dancing for their Lord and Lady's pleasure to fetch the hot coffee her Emperor required.
"To continue, My Lord," Pepper said after a moment. "The rebel organizations called the League of Shadows and AIM have been captured, Sir. The men have been executed for their crimes and the women await evaluation."
Emperor Parker nodded. His benevolence was towards women was well-known. Those who he graced with his touch would be remade from evil, disobedient killers and whores into good women - women who would live normal, healthy lives furthering the goals of the benevolent Parker Empire. Monica Rapucci, head scientist of AIM, would provide wonderful genes for breeding stock and help augment the planet's defenses while the daughters of Ras Al Ghul could become excellent bodyguards and spies. All it would take was the application of his mighty staff . . . which stiffened between his legs at the thought of taming all three brunette harlots at once. Sometimes saving the world certainly had wonderful benefits some days.
The Spider-King glanced at his wife and saw her lick her full lips in anticipation. Clearly, his insatiable bride was thinking exactly what he was thinking. Truly, they were a match made in heaven.
"Bring the three most powerful women from each group to me and I will show them that with true power comes true responsibility." he said, his deep voice rumbling throughout the vast throne room.
"With Ultimate Power comes Ultimate Responsibility! All hail our Spectacular Spider-King!" came the chorus of female voices in response, their voices tinged with gratitude, love and desire . . .