Bette Sans Souci, the explosive criminal known as Plastique, moaned as three fingers pumped into her when he pinned her against the wall. Ethically speaking, she was almost certain what was happening to her was all kinds of wrong. Physically speaking though, nothing felt better than feeling those three fingers edge completely into her body. The fingers of Spider-Man as he edged into her.
"You can't...take advantage of me like this," Bette said.
Despite Bette's hormones overwhelming her mind, she needed to remain strong and not succumb to temptation. No matter how sexy this black suit saw.
"Director Johnson authorized me to do with you whatever I pleased," Spider-Man said. "And she wants to make sure you're with the program. You've forfeited your rights when you tried to blow up a bus."
Bette's retort about it only being business never really got going. Spider-Man tore the front of her prison uniform open and he squeezed her breasts. She wondered what Spider-Man meant by Director Johnson wanting to make sure she was with the program. What program. Spider-Man groped her breasts while his fingers danced against her clit. The black tendrils erupted from that suit and pinned Plastique against the wall.
Being married to the director of SHIELD had many perks and benefits. Namely, access to some very lovely and extremely dangerous woman under SHIELD's custody. Daisy encouraged Peter to take advantage of these perks, and she taped these encounters for future use.
All of them pledged their loyalty to Peter, and by extension SHIELD afterwards. Peter's hand moved about her chest and gave it a very tender squeeze. She moaned out loud with Peter's skilled fingers working her at every single perfect angle. She breathed out loud in pleasure as Peter's suit opened up.
"Mercy," Bette breathed.
That thick cock just pushed against Bette's entrance. She demanded it to go inside of her and split her completely in half. Bette longed to have that monster inside of her. Spider-Man grabbed her hard and pushed into her without any further warning.
Plastique screamed out loud. She tried to scream that it was too big for her. However, Spider-Man gagged her with the black webbing. The webbing shifted and formed into it's own shape. Plastique shivered as she realized it contorted into a cock which drove all the way down her throat.
Oh, Spider-Man enjoyed reshaping Plastique's insides with his big cock. He pushed in and out of her, his balls slapped down onto her. The delicious redhead terrorist's breasts jiggled and Spider-Man grabbed them hard. He manipulated them and made her cum hard on him.
Every inch of Bette's body sang. She felt as if an explosion went off in her brain and she wondered sometimes. Spider-Man cupped her chest and sucked on her breasts very hard. Oh, damn, Bette thought she was going to black out from what Spider-Man was doing to her.
"You will only be loyal to one thing and one thing only," Spider-Man said. "And you will get it, as long as you follow my wife's orders. And mine."
Bette nodded. What choice did she have? Spider-Man had her by the pussy and nothing would ever feel good ever again.
"You like making big bangs, don't you?"
With that movement, Spider-Man speared Plastique's tight body. She moaned and clutched him very hard the faster Spider-Man drilled into her tight body from above. Plastique clutched his thick cock and manipulated her insides. She was going to get a big bang alright, the biggest bang.
Spider-Man clutched Plastique's tit and milked it as she milked his cock. The deeper Spider-Man plunged into her body, the more excitement she felt. Everything brimmed through her body. Spider-Man bottomed out inside of her and she moaned in delight.
"I wonder if you look as good from the back as you do the front."
He released Plastique. She would not fight back. The thought did not cross Plastique's mind. She turned around and her delicious ass stuck out for Spider-Man. Spider-Man grabbed her ass from behind and pleasured it. He revealed it to the world and spanked Plastique's delicious, thick pale cheeks.
The redhead made a loud sound. The black suit brushed against her body and pulled her ass cheeks open. Spider-Man pressed the tip of his cock against Plastique's very warm asshole. He edged into her, getting closer to entering her from this perfect position.
"Oh, yes, you're good," Spider-Man said. "Don't worry, I'm going to make you feel even better."
The biggest bang possible brought Spider-Man's thick's cock all the way into Plastique's ass. Peter groaned when he rocked her body. Bette's tightening ass wrapped around Peter and pumped him. He grabbed her delicious cheeks and pounded into her very deeply.
Yes, Bette clutched into the wall. She felt really good. So good, her nipples ached in delight. Peter wrapped his fingers around them and squeezed Bette's nipples tightly. He made her moan with each push against them. He slapped down onto her thighs and made her cry out in very intense lust as he bottomed out inside of her.
"Yes," Bette moaned. "How did I even think I could say no to this!"
Spider-Man picked up the pace and rammed deep into Bette's perfect ass. His hips moved like a blur. He constantly worked into her from behind. Bette closed her eyes and just let everything happen. The length pushed all the way into her from behind and drove Bette completely insane with an endless amount of lust.
"You thought you could because you were proud. But deep down you knew you couldn't because you have needs like every other woman I know."
The redhead found her body just manipulated by him. Those tentacles from the suit held Bette into place as he slammed into her ass. They caressed her body like added fingers. Bette was not going to go anywhere at all. The faster Spider-Man plowed into her, the hornier she got.
"Yes, I have needs," Bette said. "And I need you to finish in my ass."
Oh, Spider-Man would not disagree with that need. He worked into Bette's perfect ass and jammed her hard into the wall. His hands skimmed over every inch of the delightful woman and made her moan louder than ever before. It felt perfect to feel her anal walls tighten around his cock.
One thing was for certain. Bette Sans Souci never thought she would bend to the kneel of an organization like SHIELD. Director Johnson looked so smug that Bette would change her mind and for good reason. That's because this cock reshaped her ass and worked her to an end.
"Just a little bit closer," Spider-Man said. "You're going to cum for me, baby."
"Oooh!"
"And I own your ass now."
"YES!"
Spider-Man bottomed out inside of Bette's ass. The symbiote rode her orgasm out in time with Peter's deepening thrusts. The bloated balls swung like pendulums and hit Bette in all of the perfect spots. He edged closer, inside of her tightening back hole.
"Almost there."
The web slinger rammed all the way into her ass from behind and stretched her out completely. His balls tightened and finally, the time to cum was here. Spider-Man bottomed out in Plastique's perfect ass and filled her hole.
The force of his orgasm shut down Bette's mind to anything other than pleasure. The symbiote tentacles molested every bit of her body. She loved the feel of this suit, along with his cum just splashing around in her ass.
"I'll be back later," Spider-Man said.
"Wait, don't go yet," Plastique said.
Plastique scooted on her knees and took Spider-Man's cock into her mouth. She wanted to collect the remainder of the cum which dribbled off of it. And she did more than lick, Bette bottomed out and deep throated Spider-Man. She worshipped his cock and bowed down before her new master.
The obedience showcased by this woman brought a smile onto Peter's face. Peter tested Bette to see how she would react to him leaving.
One thing was for certain. Daisy had a hell of a tape to watch later.
End.