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Crime waited for no man. Or woman.
No matter what.
It certainly didn’t wait for Gwen, even when she really, really wished it did. Just a few more minutes, just a few more seconds, just one more mental image, one more flick of her fingers, one more stifled moan, one more something. But no.
She groaned and slipped her fingers out of her soaking depth, her mind so fogged over with lust she could hardly process her surroundings. She was in her bedroom, of course, and - up until mere moments ago - had had her fingers nicely buried in her dripping cunt. It had been way too long since she’d gotten a chance to touch away the loneliness, and it was suddenly being interrupted by the monotonous drone of her police scanner.
She ran a lust-soaked finger through her choppy, pink-blonde hair before realizing her mistake and sighing.
She was dressed and out the window in a flash, hardly even paying attention to the details of the call until she was mid-swing. Breaking and entering at a woman’s house downtown; seemed like a domestic dispute. Pretty standard stuff, and - from her experience - oftentimes rather tricky to get involved with. She stopped on the side of a building, remembering the last time she tried getting involved in one of those. Not like anyone died, but it just got awkward. She’d knocked out the husband and instantly the wife was on her, screaming at her for doing so like she was some kind of monster.
That wasn’t what she felt like dealing with right now.
Not to mention, the police were reasonably competent at their jobs. It wasn’t like there was a supervillain on the loose (yet), so her particular talents weren’t necessarily required. Yet. They could deal with a single domestic dispute, especially since it sounded like the guy involved didn’t even have a gun. Just a bat.
Gwen hung her head back and groaned.
She’d really stopped jerking off for nothing.
At least, that was what she thought, until she heard something definitely illegal happening. Muffled screams and the sound of struggling, coming from a nearby alleyway. Gwen instantly thwipped over and landed on a wall high above, finding she was just outside a pretty seedy nightclub. It was the sort of place that had drugs and underage drinking running through its veins. That was its lifeblood, and everyone knew it. Still, if it got shut down, another, equally scummy little craphole would pop up to take its place.
In one of the alleys just outside, Gwen spotted it:
Obscured behind a dumpster, a guy was forcing a woman against the wall, clearly about to try and ‘take some liberties’ with her. Gwen’s eyes narrowed as she swept down to the ground, landing behind them with her hips rocked to one side and her arms crossed.
“You're really bad at picking up on signals, huh?” Gwen observed, her voice a little harder than usual, "Pretty sure screaming and struggling means 'no'."
The man froze in his act, the woman he was accosting looking past him to lock eyes with Gwen. She was clearly still scared out of her mind, but in that moment - seeing a freaking superhero - she looked ready to cry tears of joy. She shoved at the man just enough to break free from his grip, rushing away and spilling out a couple ‘thank you!’s before vanishing around a corner. The guy grit his teeth in frustration, before turning to face Gwen.
He was a pretty unimpressive specimen; all skin and bones and ink. A bald head, a chicken neck, an oversize leather jacket, a giant dick, yellowing teeth, a-
Gwen shook her head, not even realizing her eyes had wandered down that far. He’d managed to wrestle his dick through the zipper of his jeans, and it was still hard enough to point right at her as she stood there. It was… big.
“You bitch…” he growled, “The hell was that for?”
“Like I said:” Gwen tried to pull herself together and look anywhere but between his legs, “Pretty sure she wasn’t interested. Maybe you should try your luck somewhere else. Maybe a dating app. What about ‘Rapist Mingle’?” she asked, brightly, burning with snark, “Anyway, you’ll have plenty of time to think about your approach behind bars. Now-”
Her voice trailed off as she caught a glimpse of his dick again. It was long and thick and curvy, ending in a sinfully shaped head. A thick, strong vein ran the length of it, ending at the base of the mushroom-like tip. It swayed and twitched as Gwen’s eyes burned a hole through it, reminding her instantly of the pounding heat between her legs.
God, she was horny.
She really wished she had managed to finish jerking off earlier. If she had, she probably wouldn’t have paid his stupid cock a second glance. Or a third. She’d quip about his size, web him up, and get his would-be victim to call the cops on him. Instead, she kept finding her gaze lingering on it.
“Now what?” the bald guy snapped, “The hell’re you looking at? Look, that bitch already ran away. You don’t got shit on me, Spidey! Just screw the hell off and leave me alone, got it?”
“I’m sure she hasn’t gotten far.” Gwen countered, trying to scrape together her thoughts, “I can still…” she blinked before locking eyes with him again, “I can still find her. She’s probably right around the corner.”
“Fat chance. This alley’s nice and empty. Woulda been a perfect spot for a little action, but you just had to show up and ruin it.” he took a step forward, causing Gwen to take one back, “You think she didn’t want it? She was just scared. I’m pretty big, you know? Lotta girls can’t handle it. I’m sure she just needed some more convincin'!”
Gwen’s back hit the rough, brick wall, “Yeah, ‘convincing’ doesn’t sound very ‘consensual’, big guy. Little guy. Shit. Just-” she held out a hand, “Listen, if you take one more step, I’m webbing you. You’ve got one last chance to put your dick away before the cops see it.”
“I ain’t ever made it with a freak like you, Spidey. Don’t you have some kinda super-strong body?” suddenly his hand shot out and pinned her against the alley wall, “Why don’t we see if you can handle all a’ this?”
Gwen stammered a gasp as she felt the man’s giant dick poke her in the taut stomach.
He was ugly and creepy and so totally not her type, but in that moment all she could think about was how much better his dick would feel than her fingers. All the spots he could reach, all the positions, all the holds, all the… everything.
No! No, no, NO, Gwen! He was literally just trying to RAPE someone! He’s scum! He’s a piece of shit! Don’t do this! Hook-up with literally ANYONE else, but not him! the rational part of her brain pleaded with her, as heat rose higher and higher in her body, You can literally have anyone you want, basically, just don’t do it! Not him! Anyone but him!
“Whaddya say, Spidey?” he reached up and stroked her masked chin, “I was ‘bout to get my rocks off with that girl until you came along. How ‘bout you take her place? I’ll make sure to show you a good time. Aaall night long.”
No! NONONO! Not him! I don’t care how freaking horny you are, you can’t let HIM touch you! How can you even THINK about this?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! Just beat him up, web him to the wall and go jerk off! You’re not thinking straight! You’re-!
Gwen’s rational side became paralyzed, every thought in her brain stopping as she realized something quite simple: she had reached down and started stroking the guy’s massive, unwashed dick. She felt the tough skin even through the fine fabric of her costume; the heat of his member practically burning at the touch.
Their eyes met.
“There we go.” he muttered, “Good girl.”
“You’re lucky I’m in a forgiving mood. Any other night and you’d already be in the back of a police car by now.” Gwen smirked at him under the mask, “Honestly, you might still end up there. Try not to disappoint m-.”
“-MEEEeeeeEEEE~!” Gwen half-screamed, “Fuck me, you’re so b-biiig!”
The cock bottomed out in her as her newfound lover split her open and hit her deep. He was carrying her in his surprisingly strong arms, which were hooked under her legs to let her ass hang down. His arms and her legs were locked together perfectly, their soaking sexes managing to meet in perfect, wet harmony. The eyes of Gwen’s mask widened and quivered as she stared at him, her head finally sinking forward to rest against his chest. He placed his chin on the top of her head, setting his jaw as he started pumping into her. Hard. Gwen gripped his shirt and allowed herself to be rutted by his massive cock, her legs shaking almost the entire time.
Sheer, molten arousal was pouring and swirling through her body, swallowing up her mind and soul, melting her muscles, turning her into nothing but a useless hole to be filled. She trembled as he bottomed out in her over and over again, feeling the long, ugly head of his giant cock pound just above her womb. She squeezed onto him tighter with each thrust, until finally her arms wrapped around his neck.
“Can’t believe you’re such a little slut, Spidey.” he whispered, pressing her further into the darkness behind the dumpster, “Figured you’d be one a’ them Christian types who waits until marriage. Shoulda known you’d be a total freak, though.”
He buried himself in her and nestled deep. His head prodded against her further reaches, Gwen clenching her fists even tighter as she tried to endure the feeling of such insane fullness. His dick was hot and hard and ruthless in its pursuit of her pleasure, and she hated the feeling as much as she loved it. She was fucking a guy who - just minutes ago - had been trying to rape someone! He’d probably actually done it before! This - what they were doing now - was practically rape! If she hadn’t consented at the last second, he’d probably have just pushed her against the wall and-
Gwen tightened as her ass bounced against his hips and she fell to pieces. He fucked an orgasm out of her, throwing her against the hard, brick wall and pounding her core with his rockhard cock until she came. She gripped his arms in her gloved hands and braced herself between him and the alley, giving him perfect leverage to fuck her. Gwen shuddered a gasp as her eyes rolled back and her entire being went deadly silent. The orgasm tore her slowly, lovingly in half from head to toe, only stopped from being the best of her life by her lover’s dick slipping out of her midway through.
His soaking length ran up against her twitching pussy as he growled with the effort not to cum. He smacked his red, angry cock against her tremulous slit, muttering to himself like a maniac the entire time. Gwen fought to regain her breath as the climax gradually relaxed and released her, her eyes unfocusing and refocusing over and over again.
She was fucking a rapist! What the hell was wrong with her?!
She was fucking a rapist and… and it was seriously getting her off! She felt heat burn in her womanhood as she yearned for his fat, ugly dick more and more by the second. When he slipped back in her, it completely casually devastated her. Gwen’s mouth fell open, her eyes crossing as she was nicely filled out. He started pumping into her again, throwing in an occasional smack to her fat ass just to scramble her brains further.
“Can’t believe you came already.” he growled, “You slutty, little freak!”
“I’m not a-!” Gwen was interrupted as he casually reached up and hooked a thumb under her mask. He pulled it up to her nose, before sticking his thumb in her mouth and pulling. He fish-hooked her cheek and yanked it, Gwen’s pouty lips almost immediately sealing around it to suck it. It was bitter and dirty, but she didn’t care. She just had to do it.
And the instant she did, she melted even more.
He held her up with one arm, having released her other leg to let it dangle free. Gwen provided herself some support, sticking to the wall with her hands, letting her one leg hang down limply. Powerlessly. She braced herself against the brick work, sucking the man’s thumb until he pulled it out. He dragged it down her bottom lip, flipping it along with a switch in Gwen’s head.
She melted even further as her inhibitions vanished one by one. All she could think about was getting dicked until she couldn’t move. It was just what she needed after so long superhero-ing around the city. Nobody understood her, nobody appreciated her, nobody was there for her! She was almost completely alone! All she wanted was someone to take that away. All she wanted was… this.
Something nice and physical and visceral and fucking satisfying.
She leaned in and kissed him.
She grabbed him and held him and pressed her lips to his until his mouth opened. She copied his lust, soon letting their tongues slip in and out. They swiped against each other as their lips coalesced, Gwen shivering at the ugly, bitter taste of his. Cigarettes, fast food, beer; he tasted like an adult in the worst way possible. But her quivering, weeping pussy told her not to care.
Her grabbed her ass and yanked her away from the wall, Gwen wrapping herself around him in a tight embrace as he did. He buried himself in her over and over with big, pounding thrusts, technique falling away to give rise to mindless, lustful violence. Gwen bounced on his hips as she felt his fat member stab up into her brain with each clapping impact, finally pulling away from him to give a lustful shout of pleasure.
For a moment, they fell still. Silent.
“My place ain’t far.” he muttered into her tender throat, “I’ll show you a real good time, Spider-Freak. Just say the word.”
Gwen hung from him, feeling powerless for the first time in a long time. She felt weak. Like just a regular girl. No superpowers, no great responsibility; she was just a normal, teenage girl trying desperately to get off.
“The word.” she mumbled.
She was the one to carry him to his place; a small, shitty apartment in a brick-and-mortar tenement building. Not that she cared. Or remembered. It all blurred by until they were inside, in his bedroom. Bongs, pipes, beer bottles; it was disgusting, but even that hit Gwen in all the wrong places. She spread herself out on his bed - which reeked of smoke and tobacco - rolling onto her stomach and languidly kicking her legs in a very inviting way.
Her lover - god, she didn’t even know his name - didn’t need to be asked. He climbed onto the bed and pulled her pants back down, exposing her perfect, creamy ass once more. She was already drenched and waiting for him, Gwen biting her finger as she threw him a look of deep, wanton lust. He pulled her onto her knees and buried himself in her as the blonde superhero groaned with unbridled pleasure. Her back arched as he grabbed her waist and began pumping, soon beating her into a puddle on her mattress. Her head sank down into the dirty sheets before he grabbed her shoulder and pulled her up. Then he drilled her so thick and deep her back arched upwards and her forehead fell down again. A few sharp spanks reduced Gwen to nothing but a mewling fire of lust getting fucked into his mattress, gripping his sheets in her teeth to keep from screaming.
He flipped her onto her back without even needing to pull out, Gwen cumming as she felt herself spin around on his dick. She gripped the sheets in her fists, mouth falling open as her hips boiled over. She spasmed on his member, whimpering and chirping with bliss until he smacked her hard across the face.
Gwen’s head shot to the side, eyes wide with surprise.
“Slut!” he growled.
Gwen felt tears sting her eyes as her hips mindlessly ground against his. She turned back to him, feeling utterly humiliated, only to find him grinning. His lips had curled back to expose yellowed teeth, the sight of his sadistic excitement instantly bringing a smile to her face.
“Make me.” she whispered.
“Oh, I will!” he grabbed her young hips and started pounding away, “I will!”
Gwen moaned indulgently as she allowed herself to just enjoy the feeling. She stopped giving a fuck about how much of an asshole he was, how wrong it was, how sick he was; she just drank in the pleasure he gave her and let herself love it. His dick was perfect for her. It beat against places she didn’t even realize she had; it scratched itches she never knew existed.
And she loved it!
It just felt… like everything she’d ever needed.
It was while getting her hips filled up that her lover reached up and grabbed her mask again. He pulled it the rest of the way off before she could stop him, revealing her actual face to him for the first time. Hell, it might’ve been her first time unmasking in front of anyone, and it was this guy! Some guy she didn’t even know, who she’d found trying to rape a girl in a scummy alleyway!
“Damn, you’re fucking hot!” he breathed.
That was… sort of the reaction she’d been expecting.
He smelled her mask, pressing it right to his nose as he got a good whiff. He didn’t stop beating into her the whole time, eventually leaving the mask in his clenched teeth and grabbing her with both hands once again. He pulled Gwen’s quivering butt slightly off the mattress as he plowed into her, the blonde’s mouth falling open to release a torrent of hot, wet moans.
“You can’t-! You can’t tell any-anyone!” she mewled between gasps of breath, “You can’t!”
“I don’t fucking know you, Spider-Freak!” he growled, “The fuck am I supposed to tell?!”
Gwen tightened against his shaft, for some reason utterly loving the way he called her names. She twisted to the side as he beat against her core, self-consciousness and fear playing a huge part in heating her up. She had cum an embarrassing amount of times already, especially considering he hadn’t done it once yet, but she certainly wasn’t complaining. She let her eyes roll back as her body was brought to another mind-bending crescendo by his pounding dick. Their bodies coupled and entwined as he buried himself in her and wrung the pleasure from her very soul, causing Gwen to melt into the mattress.
His touch alone sent shivers down her spine, her tight, teenage pussy unable to stand up to the assault of his experienced, adult cock. He didn’t change speed or angle until she was done cumming her brains out, only stopping when his sheets were soaked with her liquid confession of lust. He flopped his cock from her depths and ran it along her lower lips, Gwen gazing at him with a look of unbridled desire.
She just couldn’t help herself.
“How fucking old’re you?” her nameless lover asked, quizzically.
“You… you probably don’t wanna know.” Gwen confessed, flicking her eyebrow at him saucily. Their tryst was hardly ‘ethical’ already without her being a minor, but that was still a bit of a bombshell to drop on anyone. Still, as she stared into his eyes, she saw… desire.
He wanted to know.
And he wanted to hear her say it.
“I’m… seventeen. Almost.” she murmured, finally. For a silent moment, she was worried that this was somehow going to cross the man’s moral event horizon and make him rethink his life. Then she felt his dick sink back into her again and she realized he really didn’t give a fuck.
Actually, given how hard he fucked her after that, he probably kind of liked it.
Gwen couldn’t help but smile to herself.
Seriously… what the fuck was wrong with her?