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“What the fuck do you mean I only made $500?” I ask, finally backstage after the swarm of new fans tried to rush the ring after I took out Boner-Saw. “I need that 5 thousand to help pay back my Aunts!” The back room was just as sleazy as I could have pictured it, and not to be mean or anything, but the woman behind the desk looked just as bad.

I didn't get her real name when I arrived but she told me to just call her Boneless since unlike the women she hires she "never gets fucked" Her blonde hair extensions looked just as fake as the pro wrestling they show on TV, her face was manicured and made pretty for a camera that she would never see, and her white business suit looked tacky and fake, like she had just bought it from Spirit Halloween or something.

“I fail to see how that’s my problem, slut.” The promoter says with an annoyed tone unique to New Yorkers, before rolling her eyes at me. “Listen kid, what did the ad say?” She asks, lifting a newspaper up with the same ad I saw on Reddit. “10 minutes in the cage gets you 5 grand. You took out the champ in 5, if you ask me you’re lucky you’re even getting $500. I have a time slot to fill, now I'll have to issue refunds for the show ending early!” She growls, before tossing the paper down and chuckling again, making a show of eyeing my body up and down. “Tell you what, you give me a lil private show and I might be generous enough to do something for you.”

I wasn’t even surprised at this point, a place like this having a pervert manager? It almost seemed cliché. I just rolled my eyes and crossed my arms underneath my chest, lifting my fluffy breasts as I looked down at her with a quick sigh.

“What do you want? To see my fat tits?” I ask with a soft scoff as I glare at this gross woman, who only chuckles at my words and leans in a little more.

“See them? Honey I already saw them and I got the video replay to see them again & again if I want to.” She laughs, leaning back a bit in her chair and spreading her legs wide to show off her thick, throbbing dick as it springs out from beneath her cheap skirt, and shoots its way underneath the table. “I wanna feel them, sweet cheeks.”

At first my eyes just glance down unimpressed, but they get slightly wider and my jaw drops at the sight. She was even bigger than Boner-Saw, this was the biggest cock I’ve seen in my life… so far.

“You think all them doe eyed sluts wanted to do this sex wrestling shit from the jump?” She chuckles, swaying her hips a bit to make her dick move teasingly between her thighs underneath the table. “Nah dollface, most were aspiring actresses... but one round with this baby and I had them changing career paths real quick.” Her smile grew into a wide, cocky smirk, as she watched my face change. “So, can you handle me, babe?” She asks, biting her bottom lip softly.

It only took a second of hesitation as I watched the woman’s confidence grow, and her cock practically leaking precum beneath the table already. I could tell this woman was all talk, no bite, and I was going to use that to my advantage. I matched her smirk with my own and reached up to my wrestling outfit and slowly pulled the fabric aside that covered my breasts as I chuckled.

“Let’s earn that money then, babe.” I say with a chuckle and an extremely lustful voice. Immediately I dropped down to my knees, and I heard a small little 'oh?' come out of her as I left her sight. I slowly, teasingly, crawled underneath her desk and got into her eyesight, and gave her a quick smirk as I watched her eyes grow wide.

“Oh! Just… uh… getting right into it, huh? Someone's an eager beaver...” She says with a hesitant voice and a giggle, watching her blush grow bright red as she looked down at me. She was practically melting just at this sight alone, I could tell it was going to be easy to make this creepy bitch sing my praises and give me the rest of the cash.

“What’s wong mommy?” I asked in a fake innocent voice, almost childlike to really make her uncomfortable (perverts simply can't handle it when you out-pervert them), though my smirk and evil glare in my eye quickly gave away my true intentions as I looked up at the bitch above me. “Can you not handle me, babe?” I ask, repeating the woman’s question to me with a quick giggle as I finally wrap my soft warm tits around the her dick, her cock head just inches away from my ruby lips.

Honestly readers she was such a freaking waste of a good cock, if she had any confidence in herself whatsoever then this nasty bitch would be a total stud! But she’s a snivveling little weasel who uses tricks and blackmail to get what she wants… well now I’m gonna give her just what she deserves.

I start to bounce my tits around her dick at a quick, consistent pace, spitting down between them to add a little extra lube as I stroke her monster dick. I could hear her moaning above me, trying her best to keep her fake dominant persona, but I could tell this was the most real pleasure this woman has felt in years.

“Oh! Ah! F-fuuh... I mean-! Ah! Y-yes! U-use those t-tits… s-slut! Oh FUCK!” Her moans were soft and breathy now, and I could already tell she was getting close, such an embarrassing disappointment to debase myself for. Her eyes rolled back, her jaw was dropped, and she was practically drooling on herself now from the pleasure.

*SCHLICK! SCHLICK! SCHLICK!*

“Oh come on now! Big bad boss wike you? Should be able to handle my pwetty wittle titties!” I tease in that same uncomfortable voice that even makes MY skin crawl, but I've already committed to it so I stick with it as I start to bounce quicker, doing my best to taunt the woman and make her feel as good as possible physically while also making her squirm at the same time. Y'know, just to let it sink in who’s really in control here.

The boss, obviously rattled, tried to retort, but her voice was high pitched and broken. “I-! I can handle you slu-“

The sound of a door opening behind me cut her off. I quickly looked up at the blonde who’s eyes went wide and jaw dropped, and I had to make a quick decision. Do I stop and salvage my own dignity, or keep humiliating her in front of our unexpected that just came in? God that second option sounded hot! I just giggled and continued to stroke the nasty woman with a smirk now, as my tongue rolled out and licked the head of her cock.

“Oh baby! Look at that fuckin' ass!” The new voice said with a chuckle. There was a confident suaveness to her voice that was really hot, and distinctly not a townie. I'd say from her accent she came in from Boston to catch the big sex fighting show. It proved I made the right decision staying under here, I even decided to give the woman a show by shaking my ass around teasingly for her to get a look at.

“I ain’t gonna interrupt you two hoes, this won’t take long.” She says with that same confident tone. “I just need one thing from you, baby.” She says, her attention back to Boneless behind the desk. My smirk only grows as I stare up at the manager, who’s eyes were wide and a quick look of fear shadowed her face. I couldn’t see what was going on behind me, but I knew this was so humiliating it only made my smirk bigger, and I sloppily ran my tongue across her cock to pleasure her more…

But then my smirk disappeared, and all of my motions stopped as I heard the click of a gun being pulled behind me.

“I want all the goddamn money you got in this shitty joint.” The woman behind me said. The manager’s eyes just quickly shot down to me, but I was frozen in fear. My eyes were staring back blankly, my body was unmoving, except for a shiver, and my tongue held still as it pushed itself against the her dick.

“You… you want…” Boneless tries to repeat, and then I see the barrel of the revolver come into vision as it is placed on the blonde's skull. As scared as she is part of this must also be strangely exhilarating for her as I feel her cock throb in my throat.

“All. The. Money. Now.” The robber repeats. “Then I will let you and your nice slut here keep up your little suck-session.” She chuckles. Once again the manager looks down to me, as if to beg for help, but I was frozen and in shock. I’ve never been held at gunpoint before… sure I could use my powers in the ring, but real danger was still super scary to me!

“Why’d you stop shaking hoe?” The robber teased as I felt one strong hand smack my fat ass from behind me, and I let out a quick muffled yelp. “I wanna see that thang wobble, I want to hear those cheeks clap as I rob this fuckin' chump.” Immediately I did what she asked and began to twerk my ass underneath the table, which just made the robber chuckle more as soft claps echoed in the otherwise silent room. “Good girl…” Her focus turned back on the manager, and I heard another click as she cocks the gun back with a growl. “Now you… You wanna be a good girl like your little hoe down there?”

Realizing she was utterly defeated, the manager reaches down to a desk drawer and opens it, before pulling out a duffel bag full of cash and throwing it on the desk silently, her look of fear turning to slight annoyance as she glares down at me like this is somehow my fault.

“Good girl…” She says again. “As for you…” I feel her boot start to rub against my ass teasingly as she chuckles and then steps back. “Stand up. Now.” Very quickly I spit out the boss & pull myself out from under the table, coming face to face with this robber.

For all intents and purposes she looked… normal, but definitely a stud. Brown hair pulled into a tight ponytail, a black tank top under a leather jacket, denim booty shorts, and black combat boots. Her muscles shown through her shirt as if it was invisible, and her cock practically spilled from her pants. I hated to say it, y'know because of the whole 'waving a gun in my face' thing but… she was REALLY freaking hot!

“Have more respect for yourself, sugah-tits.” She says, readjusting the fabric of my top to cover my tits again and make me look more presentable. “You deserve better than this fuckin' skank.” She nods over to the manager who sat silently in the corner as we spoke. “I’d take you for a ride myself, if I wasn’t on such a tight schedule, so…” she shrugged, gave me a quick but firm kiss, and tossed the money over her shoulder as she walked out the door and strutted down the hallway, showing off her fat bubble butt as it jiggled. “Have fun with that cheap blonde loser baby!” She screamed back with a hearty laugh.

As soon as the robber was out of sight the blonde behind me slammed her hand on the desk making me jump, Boneless screamed at the top of her lungs in boiling hot rage before standing up and turning to me with a death glare that, even on her, actually looked scary.

“Why the fuck ain’t you do nothing? I saw what you could do out there! What the fuck was that bullshit?” She asks, and I just stood frozen, staring blankly at the woman as she screamed… and when she was done, all I could do was shrug.

“I got my money… at least everything you would have paid me anyway.” I say with a shrug, which just makes the woman’s mouth drop and her eyes grow wide as I smirk, and turn around, following the same path the robber did with a similar strut in my step.

“You get back here you skank! Give me back my $500! I need that!” I turn back around and meet her eyes with a quick smirk, flashing the five $100 bills she gave me teasingly, and shrug again.

“I fail to see how that’s my problem…” with that the woman roars again in an angry rage, as I leave with a smirk, but as the elevator doors begin to close everything starts to change.... My vision gets blurry, my heart starts to race, and off in the distance I could hear it, feintly, one singular gun shot, loud and piercing in my ear, and there was a scream… so loud so… so… so loud!

Very quickly my head shoots up out of my bed, my eyes wide, my hair a mess, and a quick scream escaping my lips as I wake up, once again in my bedroom, with Harriette standing in the corner, staring at me with a very startled expression.

“Petra! Are you ok?” She asks as she rushes to the side of my bed, her hand grabbing my arm and petting me softly, as my heart rate starts to sink.

“Yeah just… just a bad dream.” I say softly, as I start to pull myself out of bed and get ready for the day.

Me and Harriette had… different levels of excitement for this trip to her mother's office. I was so excited because I haven’t been back in this lab since our high school field trip, and I really wanted to see what changed! Harriette, on the other hand, was really only here because I wanted to go, and she thought it would be a bit boring without her. We chose our outfits very differently as well, with different goals in mind.

My outfit was very professional in nature, putting on the same outfit I had used while I was interning with Reid Richards and Sue Storm over the summer. It was more of a 'try and hide in the back' kind of outfit, a little more cutesy than anything. Though, as my life as Spider-Girl has become more intense, I seemed to have outgrown the blouse slightly, as even buttoned up my tits tried to almost burst through my top.

Harriette, on the other hand, was much more flashy with her outfit of choice. She chose one of her most extravagant and lavish dresses that she owns, sexy dark red, it makes her look absolutely stunning. Her makeup was flashy & her hair was the cleanest I’ve seen it in months.

“You know we’re just going to your mom’s lab… not a nightclub, right?” I ask her with a quick chuckle as we walked up the stairs to the enormous monolith that was the Oscorp building.

“YOU are just going to my mom’s lab… I am the heiress to the Oscorp fortune.” She says, obvious stress interlaced in her voice as she continued to brush out the wrinkles in the fabric, pulling a mini mirror out of her purse and touching up her blush. “I need to look absolutely perfect or my mom is gonna make some snide comment…”

As we walked into the lab hand in hand me and Harriette were immediately greeted by a mob of workers around the front entrance, all of whom were complimenting us and being so polite, which only made Harriette chucke and roll her eyes a bit as we pushed past them.

“Kiss-asses… they only want my mom’s money. I’m sure half of them don’t even know my name other than Ms. Osborne.” Harriette scoffs as we get to a clear spot. My focus wasn’t really on her though, as my eyes scanned the area to find the senior Ms. Osborne standing just at the edge of a stairwell, talking to a tall black haired woman who has her back to us. I smiled and the two of us started to approach, but we stopped slightly as the woman turned towards us and walked away. She was beautiful, yes, but her skin was… grey? Like a living statue...

She looked far too overdressed to actually work in this building, but Norma seemed to address her like a colleague. She wore a black tailored suit that hugged her form perfectly, practically putting her muscles on display, shiny brand new dress shoes, and a very expensive watch on her right wrist.

As she walked she noticed us approaching, and for a second longer than I felt comfortable with, it looked like her eyes were focused on me. She hesitated slightly, squinting, and I could have sworn she even cracked her knuckles too. My mouth opened softly to speak, before I heard a loud and confident yell from the side as Norma grabbed my attention.

“Petra! Harriette!” She screamed as she approached us now, giving each of us a quick hug planting my face in her bosom. “I am so glad you decided to make the trip… not that my baby Harriette needs any reason to visit since it’s only a 5 minute bus ride from campus.”

Her eyes looked the two of us up and down and, for a second, she chuckled before patting my back. “Looking just as stunning as ever Petra, classy, but minimal. Such a smart girl.” She chirps, before turning to Harriette and raising an eyebrow. “You did know you were coming to my lab, not a nightclub, right?” Norma asks, which just makes Harriette’s jaw drop and I burst out into giggle fits as Norma shrugs.

“Whatever, you're here now and I don't have time for you to go change. Please, come this way and I will show you some of the new projects I’ve been working on.” Norma says with a smile, cutting off any comments that Harriette might have had, and then leading the two of us towards a large glass tube, that an elevator started to lower down. Harriette looked at her mother with a stern and angered expression, while mine was empty and happy as I practically waddled myself in tow… like a duck!

Readers, as a scientist I don't know if I believe in Heaven or anything but I'm not exaggerating when I say this lab is the closest thing I've seen so far in my short life! The next few hours were filled with some of the most exciting and intoxicatingly interesting scientific knowledge of the 21st century! Norma had some of modern day's top minds in the whole world working for her on new experiments in gene therapy, mechanical engineering, and even medicine!

“If my calculations are correct… you’ll have a cure for cancer within the next year!” Was an actual freaking sentence I got to say on this trip! How unbelievably awesome was that? This trip was making my nerdy little mind hornier than any of those sexy DnD games me and Harriette used to play together.

The more we spoke the more I utterly fell in love with this place! I got to speak with incredible minds, who absolutely loved me by the way (I mean how could you not? I'm so freaking delightful haha), got first hand experience with incredibly advanced pieces of technology straight out of science fiction, and even got an opportunity to play with an ultra-advanced nuclear super computer! They didn’t even have one of those puppies in the Baxter Building! They say the brain is the sexiest organ and when I tell you I've never been hornier with all my clothes still on I'm so not lying!

While I was nerding out to Norma about her work, which probably did nothing more than stroke her already inflated ego, I was starting to notice that Harriette was really just… kind of there. Her and her mother hadn’t spoken much this entire trip, and after last night's blowup I could definitely see why.

“Well… Uh… Ms. Osborne...” I start to say with a small grin, taking a quick step back as my heart started to pound. “I do think it may be time we start heading out.” Those words absolutely killed me to say, as there was so much more cool stuff to play with, but I could see Harriette's face light up slightly in the corner of my eye, which told me I was doing the right thing.

“Oh! Oh yes of course, look at the time!” Norma said as she took a look at her watch and a light blush started to grow across her face. “You two really should be-“

“Norma! Norma!” The voice of a raspy, higher pitched Italian woman screamed from across the lab, and as soon as it did Norma winced and her head already hung in shame, before slowly and begrudgingly turning around to face a very pretty, and very petite woman who came rushing up to us.

“Ladies…” Norma says hesitantly, a small growl escaping her otherwise professional tone as she stared down the excitable little woman in front of her. “Meet Adriana… Adriana Toomes. The-“

“The leading woman in all things involving mechanical engineering here at Oscorp!” Adriana quickly interjects, beaming with pride as she looked up to the sky, hands on her hips like she was some kind of super hero, waiting for her theme music… but in reality we just stood there awkwardly for a moment. Norma just quickly glanced at us and made a gun getsure to her head, before turning back to Adriana.

“What do you want, you Buzzard?” Norma asks, crossing her arms underneath her giant chest. “It better not be a waste of my time again, I was just showing my daughters the door.” My eyebrows raise for a second as Norma says daughters… as in plural, and my eyes quickly glance over to Harriete who’s blush only grows more raging as she clenches her fist.

“Not a chance Ms. Osborne! I've definitely got it down this time!” Toomes says quickly, as she pulls out a clipboard that I assume was clipped to her back since she's not carrying a bag or anything, and shows it to her boss excitedly. “I finally cracked the code for personal flight! I know you didn’t exactly like the whole 'robot wings' idea from before-“

“Because they were tacky and hideous Toomes, I have high standards to keep up for this company.” Norma interrupted, which caused Adriana to pause and glare up at her, before clearing her throat and continuing.

“SO... I worked on the jetpack hovering idea you mentioned and… check it out!” She raised two fingers to her mouth and a loud, high pitched whistle rung out that silenced the entire lab and rang in my ears. For a second… that’s all there was, silence, and stillness, as the world waited for whatever in the hell this woman was summoning. Then, softly, we could hear it, me slightly earlier thanks to my cool Spidey senses.

“Is that a… jet engine?” I ask, raising an eyebrow slightly as the short woman's pride neglected to diminish as she nods with a huge smile.

“Yes it is Harriette!” She says to me, which I didn’t feel like correcting her at the time, even though I'm literally not even the same color as Norma... My Spidey senses started to go crazy like an awful headache, and as I looked down the hall that Adriana was looking towards, there was a bright orange glow moving very quickly towards us, as the sound of the engine got louder and louder.

“That… that’s moving really fast.” I say softly, which only made Adriana’s smile grow even more. “Like… REALLY fast!” Toomes' silence made way for the loud scream of the poor intern on the jet, hurling directly towards us. “Uh a little TOO fast…” I grumble as my eyes get wide. Quickly, while everyone was staring at the commotion, I grabbed both Norma and Harriette by their hips and pulled them aside, using just a hint of my super strength to get them to move, and threw the three of us away as the woman rocketing on a jetpack shot right past where we were standing.

“I CAN’T STOP!” was the only thing I heard as the unfortunate woman shot past us, before the roar of the jet engine overtook her voice. If I was in Hero gear I could have easily stopped her, webbed her quickly and got her off the jet, but as a civilian? All I could do was stand and watch as she crashed into one of the servers of the nuclear computer approaching Mach 1, sending an electrical wave throughout the entire building that caused everything to lose power for a couple seconds, before the backup generator turned on.

“Whoops…” Toomes said quietly, her face cringing as she slowly turned her body to face Norma, who was standing now, her face redder than her hair in infuriation. “Don't worry ma'am I can fix it! I promise!” Adriana said loudly and quickly as she started to back away from the busty MILF.

“You are gonna do no such thing.” Norma growls, chillingly quiet, as she approaches Adriana and grabs her into the air by the arms in a firm grip that causes the petite scientist to yelp a little bit. “You destroy my lab, trying to recreate a fraction of the technology that Toni Stark built in a goddamn cave, with a box of fucking scrap!” Norma screams, barking down at the poor woman who shrunk in her spot as she stared up at her boss. “AND, in the process you put the most important person in the whole world to me in danger, as well as her best friend!”

I hate to say it, but Harriette actually perked up a little bit at that comment, a smile growing across her face as she gave me a quick look of 'Did you hear that?' And my response was a silent 'Really? Not right now!'

“I… I’m sorry I…” Adriana started to say in a timid voice, before two large futanari security guards approach her on either side and hook into her arms, holding her in place high off the ground, facing Norma who looked at her with a glare that would turn Medusa to stone.

“I've had enough of your bullshit Toomes, you’re fired! Also your final paycheck will be used to fix my lab. Now get the fuck off my property!” Norma says in a cold, stoic voice. Adriana's eyes go wide, her jaw drops, and she immediately tries to squirm out of the much larger women’s grasp, with no use, as they started to lead her away.

“You can’t do this! Norma! You just can’t!” She screams, as she’s lead into the elevator. “You’ll be sorry! I'll fucking destroy you and take down this whole goddamn company!”

After a seemingly unending silence I speak up in a meek voice as we look over at the wreckage, "Is she...-"

"She'll be fine sweetheart, we have the best medical coverage in the country. The poor girl will just be off her feet for a few days as we put her bones back together," Norma says casually before she sighs and starts directing traffic to clean up the mess.

Sure, while watching Norma scold a poor defenseless scientist was freaking terrifying, soon I just found my mind wandering off. Harriette was too transfixed on the sight, watching her mother so passionate about her safety, that she didn’t even notice me start to walk away.

My eyes glanced over every piece of machinery and computarized simulation, all of which had started to get back and moving again after the commotion ended. It seems that Toomes screwing up wasn’t exactly a rarity around here. Most of the scientists let me do whatever I wanted, knowing I was with Norma thanks to my fancy ID badge, but they all started to seem a bit skiddish when I approached one very specific door.

Well, 'door' is a total under-sell of what this thing actually was. This was a pure metal vaulted door that had so many security layers that I’m not even entirely sure Norma herself had enough clearance to get in there. So, obviously, I got curious and approached the control pannel of the door.

Not to brag but it didn’t even take me very long to pick apart a couple of the locks, rewire a few pieces, connect the A to the Z and reds to the greens, Bing bam boom voila! The door opened, I started to smile smugly but again I wasn’t too surprised by my awesomeness, machines like this are as easy to manipulate for me as it is for Harriette to build a Lego set. As soon as the door opened I quickly peeked behind me to see if Norma was still distracted, before stepping in to the room.

I thought I was going to see some super secret military grade weapons or something, but as I stepped further and further down the dark hallway something began to get my attention… the sounds coming from behind the secondary door. This door was much less protected than the other one, and seemed to be more for privacy than anything else. Above the closed door was a red spinning alarm light, as if warning anyone from going in, but the sounds… there’s no way?

I pushed my ear to the door and tuned my Spidey senses a little, there was no denying it… moans, and a lot of them! Was there like a super secret scientific orgy happening that I wasn’t invited to? That’s honestly super rude! I may be just a student right now but thanks to my powers I can do it with the best of them! My hand grasped the handle to this second door and I was about to pull, when all at once my spider-senses went crazy, and a very infuriated Norma Osborne put one hand on my shoulder making me Shriek, she lifted me up a little by the shirt and I could feel the warmth of her exhale on my back.

“What on earth do you think you’re doing Petra?” She asks, her voice calm, collected, but obviously incredibly angry as her hand tensed and squeezed my shoulder roughly.

“…exploring?” I ask as I look back at the woman, realizing she had left Harriette behind as she came to collect me. “The… vault was open.” I say with a small smile and an awkward chuckle, that Norma only glared at.

“The vault you broke into, you mean?” Norma asks, which makes me sink down, embarrassed, as a quick blush grows across my brown skin. "Smart people can get in trouble too you know."

Silently, I tried to turn around and go back with her, but her hand grabbing my shoulder held me still, facing the doorway as she let out a quick sigh.

“No no. You wanted to see what was behind this door SO bad.” Norma announces, as her own hand reached forward and opened the door, and the unmistakeable sounds of mass fucking pierced my ear almost immediately. “Let’s go see it for ourselves.” She walks me inside and slams the door behind us, leaving Harriette outside, staring after us.

“What… is this place?” I ask as Norma starts to walk me into the large room, filled with women and Futa alike in different sexual predicaments that, honestly, look more fiction than fact. Like some of this stuff you’d only really see in a hentai doujin on Reddit, especially all the tentacle shit…

“This is our newest branch of Oscorp.” Norma says, her voice calm and collected, as if she wasn’t watching some of the most depraved shit I have ever seen in my life. “We are curating ways to make sex, better. Whether it be pleasure, or breeding, genetic, or physically, we at Oscorp are committed to upgrading every piece of the American lifestyle… and that includes the vast world of sex.” She says, her voice sounding more like an infomercial now.

My eyes bounced around from experiment to experiment as my jaw dropped. I tried to speak, but my hand was over my mouth and I was too overstimulated and... even I had to admit, just being in this room made me super horny. Don't judge me readers, it's a side effect of the spider bite it's not like I consciously chose to be an insatiable slut! The sounds of wet plaps and loud moans from a slew of horny women and futanari around me? It was all far too much to deal with, and my mind began to run in a million different directions as I squeezed my thighs together.

“Let me introduce you to the head of this department. She oversees everything in my absence while I deal with the other, less obscene areas our company focuses on.” Norma says, putting one hand on the small of my back as she leads me through, noticeably walking slower, as my legs start to feel a little weak now.

We approach a woman with dark curly hair tied back, slightly shorter than me yet deceptively curvy for her petite frame, wearing a bright white lab coat, a black shirt and unflattering brown denim pants combo, with dark green heels and matching thick glasses. She was currently writing down notes as she watched a woman and a Futa inside of a glass case having rough sex against the walls.

“Octavius?” Norma says in a firm tone, which causes the woman to yelp and drop everything in her hands, before quickly turning around to meet Norma’s eyes, as a deep blush grows across her cheeks. “Petra darling, meet Dr Olivia Octavius, leading expert in the fields of genetics and robotics.” Norma announces, forcing me to reach out my somewhat limp hand to shake that of the scientist.

“Nice to meet you… young woman?” Olivia asks awkwardly, glancing up quickly at Norma and raising an eyebrow slightly as if to give her an explanation as to what the hell was going on.

“Liv this young lady right here is Petra Parker, the smartest student in Western Civilization.” Norma says with a smile, proudly, as she claps my shoulders with both hands and chuckles, as if she was presenting me. "Although I think she may have got a significant head start because of her Indian heritage she's more than proved she's leagues above her peers in her own right."

Octavius chuckles, "Ah you're a prodigy huh? I'm from an Asian family who moved to America so I know exactly what it's like to be smarter than everyone else."

“P-pleasure to meet you…” I stutter softly, as my eyes continue to look around. “W-what is this place? What do you do here?” I ask, and very quickly Olivia’s eyes look up to Norma’s behind me. Norma silently mouths something I couldn’t quite figure out, and then Olivia smiles and nods.

“Follow me, Ms. Parker.” She says with an innocent and honestly pretty adorable smile, a quick perky bounce in her step as she walks around the most perverted place I have ever seen in my freaking life. She seemed almost too natural in it, like it was all totally normal. “We here at Oscorp’s Branch Of Obscene Breeding In Extreme Simulations - or BOOBIES for short - our job is to create, and of course monetize, the ultimate sexual fantasies.”

“No offense Doc but uh…” I start to say as we pass by one of the experimental stations, where a futanari woman was hooked up to a bunch of different pumps and vital machines as she squirmed and moaned in place, her eyes rolled back and her mouth hung open as various things prodded and probed her. “That doesn’t look very pleasant…”

“Our data collecting?” Olivia asked quickly, raising an eyebrow with another adorable smile. “Usually it can start out pretty uncomfortable, but it can become very pleasurable after a bit of getting used to it! Before it just becomes mind numbing cumming your brains out a hundred times over.” She giggles and for a second I look at her like an evil genius, one who loves watching the women in here have their minds broken by pure sexual bliss and torture.

“Don’t worry dear, everyone volunteers, they're paid handsomely and they can ask to leave whenever they wish.” Norma says with a quick smile, patting my shoulder reassuringly. “Though, most women ask for a few extra minutes in their respective places.” She adds with a hearty chuckle.

“We use our initial data collection, both futanari with that machine, and female with the tentacle tube you saw walking in, to find out what exactly causes the most pleasure to be experienced inside the human mind.” Olivia says as she continues the tour, tapping on a couple other glass cases of women and Futa collecting data for the company.

“We then scan their brainwaves and hormone output whenever the most pleasure is being experienced. We take the orgasms of each individual and use it to create…” Olivia rushes to a computer and begins typing furiously before stepping back as the sound of an alarm goes off, and a tray slowly lowers from a cooling tube above the counter, lowering a gas container to the countertop. “Artificial pheromones, made to make any woman or Futa a pure feral sexual beast.”

With that she points next to a containment unit next to the computer, the same Olivia was studying when we entered, made to simulate an apartment, complete with bedroom, shower, and living room in a linear row. Inside we were greeted to the lovely sight of a couple ravenously effing each other’s brains out.

*PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!*

“Fuck yes! Fuck yes Mommy! FUCK! Feels sooooo good-! I’m cumming! I’m cumming again~! Breed me Mommy, pleeeease!” The woman’s voice echoed through a speaker outside the simulation, projecting her voice across the room.

“They just met an hour ago.” Olivia says with a smirk, tapping on the glass just above the woman’s perky nipples squishing against it, with a quick giggle.

“Of course, as with any branch of science we’ve had our setbacks...” Norma says as she grabs my shoulders hard and turns me to a separate isolated containment unit where an extra tall blonde futanari stood alone & naked, with bright purple eyes, stroking her impossibly long dick, as an equally impossibly long tongue began to lick the glass while she watched me.

“Mommy… Wants… Snack…” She says as she points directly at me. Her voice was lustful, beautiful, and extremely alluring… I even found myself taking a couple steps towards the glass involuntarily, almost compelled, before Norma grabbed my shoulders and yanks me back again to break her freaky gaze.

“We call her 'the Purple Woman', very imaginative I know. She is the reason why I say human experimentation in a biological matter, such as sex, is a ridiculous and extremely dangerous idea.” Octavius explains as she crosses her arms beneath her perky tits, giving Norma a quick side eye that she just blows off, rolling her own eyes and chuckling a bit, taking Olivia’s very serious tone almost playfully.

“Well…” I say softly under my breath, as the two women look down at me, raising an eyebrow. “What do you suggest?”

Olivia’s eyes grow wide enough they looked like they were about to fall out of her head, and a very giddy sincere smile grows across her face as she squeals and bounces in place, in a very cute way I have to say, as she grabs my hand and practically screams.

“OH! My God! I am so glad you asked!” She says, her voice practically cracking from how high pitched it was as she yanks me away from Norma and pulls me to a much smaller corner of the lab, where three different containment units were, isolated from the rest with lights turned off.

“We take the data our machines get and input them into, get this... more machines!” She presses a button and the lights on the three containment cells turn on, my eyes grow wide as I watch three different sexual acts being committed by women having very deep and passionate sex with a completely robotic partner.

*SCHLURP! SCHLURP! SCHLURP!*

“Oh my Gawd! It’s like, so big, and meaty, and hard and… UGH! FUCK, so tasty!”

*PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!*

“Oh FUCK! Fuck yes Daddy! Fuck my asshole with that robo-cock! FUCK! YES! I’m cumming! I’m cumming again for you Daddy!”

*SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLUUUUURT!*

“AAHH! FUUUUCK! Thank you! Thank you for breeding me DADDY! UGH! FUUUUUUCK! Your warm fucking superior robot seed fills me soooooo gooooood!”

My eyes widen at the sight, jaw dropped, as I watched the three women debase themselves in equally debaucherous acts with… actual machines? I watched the artificial hips efficiently pumping their thick metal (yet meat covered) schlongs into their women’s respective holes, and I was curious, repulsed… but also could feel myself drooling a little and crossing my legs again.

“Sex robots already exist in Japan, Liv.” Norma rolls her eyes as her hands find their way on my shoulders again, still talking as if all of this was totally normal. "We might as well just develop vending machines for dirty panties while we're at it."

“They aren’t just 'sex-bots' Norma! They are artificially intelligent androids created with the sole purpose of human pleasure and superior breeding of the human race! Their synthetic sperm is laced with nanobots that are designed to choose only the best traits in conception to create their prodigy!” Olivia says in an excited passion that was now bordering on psychotic.

With that declaration my eyes widen again, and I take a quick step back from the two women currently trying to play God in front of me. I raise my hands quickly to the air, as if I was surrendering, and start to step back slowly.

“Ok! Haha! Fun! I get it… sorry for asking. Next time, don’t open the big secret door. I get it... Uh, toodles...,” I say quickly as I turn around and start to walk out of the super scary secret sex lab, and out to go meet Harriette again.

As the door closes behind me Olivia and Norma both let out a quick sigh and a chuckle. “Nanobots, really?” Osborne asks, as Octavius shrugs.

“You told me to freak the bitch out to get her out of here. Everything else only made the little slut hornier, even the fucked up purple one.” Olivia responded casually, flicking the switch to make the lights go dark on the robot containment cells while the moans still ring out.

“Yeah, you very nearly freaked me out with that one, and I even knew you were lying.” Norma says with a chuckle, as she starts to walk through the lab as well, leaving Olivia to her work. “While I have you Liv dear, get the shipment ready for our client tonight… Ms. Lincoln came by and informed me that they are ready for their next test subject…”

As we walked down the steps of the Oscorp building I realized that I didn’t exactly have the best poker face. My eyes stayed wide, my jaw hung slightly open, and I was muttering to myself as all of the images of what I saw drilled themselves into my head. Even as I said bye to Ms. Osborne it was quick and awkward, like I even gave her a quick kiss like she was my grandma...

“Well… that was pretty fucked, huh?” Harriette said as we waited at the bus stop, and my eyes went even wider. I quickly sat up straight, scooting slightly away from her as I kept my legs closed tight.

“F-Fucked? Huh? What? I… I don’t know… what you’re talking about!” I stuttered out quickly as a fake exaggerated smile grew across my face and I chuckled awkwardly.

“I was talking about that little Toomes woman being fired on the spot like that…?” Harriette says as she puts one hand on my thigh, and very quickly my leg starts to shiver in response and she quickly pulls back. “Holy fuck Tiger… what the hell did you see in there?”

“You... really don’t wanna know.” I say, making discreet finger motions like tentacles before clearing my throat and straightening my back again, doing my best to regain my composure as the bus arrives. The two of us stand, though she needs to help me up with my wobbly legs, my knees still buckling slightly and panties shamefully wet. I take a couple steps forward as Harriette steps on the bus, but right before I put my foot in the door my phone rings.

I look down at the caller ID and saw a picture of the beautiful older lady who raised me, well one of them at least... A small smile crept on my face and I took a step off the bus as I looked up at Harriette.

“Go on back to the dorm! I’ll just meet you there later.” I say quickly. Harriette gives me a nod and a cute wave as she walks back to her seat, the door closes as I answer the phone, sitting back on the cold bus bench.

“Hello?” I say quickly, and a big smile grows on my face at the sobering sound of Aunt Mandy's voice.

“Petra honey! Finally! I’ve been trying to talk to you for days! Last time I called you were in such a rush… Is everything ok, dear?” She says, and I remember the last time I talked to her was when I was fighting Rhino and… yeah I guess that was a little distracted.

“Sorry Mandy… Yeah everything is fine! Sorry, I’ve been meaning to call you back… What’s up?” I ask with a smile, doing my best to stay positive when on the phone with her despite all the depravity I just witnessed.

“Don’t apologize so much, Petra dear! It’s just been a while that's all… any chance you’re in the area? Could really use a couple extra hands at FEAST today.” She says, and very quickly I become aware of the background noise on the phone: Pots, pans, and a cafeteria full of people.

Aunt Mandy had been working at FEAST, New York’s finest food kitchen founded by community philanthropist Martina Li, for as long as I could remember. I used to help her a lot more with it in high school, but sadly ever since my powers, and college, I haven’t had a ton of free time to go down there. I take a quick look at the time, smile, and put the phone to my ear again.

“I’m… actually right down the street at Oscorp. I can be there in about 10.” I say in a soft voice with a cool smile on my face.

“Oh lovely dear! Thank you! My hands are getting a little numb and these dishes need washing!” Mandy says with a chuckle, and I couldn’t help but giggle in response.

“Be there soon Mandy, love you.” I say softly as I hang up the phone, and with no hesitation I stand up and start my walk to FEAST, leaving the disturbing maniacal shit I saw in that lab figuratively, and literally, behind me.

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Walking up to that old soup kitchen definitely brought back memories. I remember coming here with Aunt Beth to pick up Mandy when I got out of school… and I remember being here for over 72 hours straight after Beth died, just to feel like I was doing something to help.

Every smile I was flashed, every hungry stomach filled, Aunt Mandy taught me that places like this is where the real heroes are. We don’t need capes or super powers or anything like that… we just needed community, and love, for ourselves and one another. To this day, I don’t say the spider-bite is the reason I became a super hero, I always say it’s because of my Aunt Mandy and this soup kitchen.

I take a deep breath, and let a small smile grow on my face, before I push myself into the building. The door opens and I am immediately met with a sort of comforting chaos, customers screaming and yelling at each other, plates being run and cleaned, the smell of delicious foods being made from scratch. My awesome Aunt Mandy ran a whole “no processed foods” campaign in her second year here, and ever since this place has always been bustling.

I pushed myself into the dining area where I was almost immediately run over by some kids playing in the aisles. As I walked I was already asked questions about getting seconds, and handed dirty dishes like they knew I was going to work here. I just rolled my eyes and made my way to the back room, to meet the most amazing woman in the whole freaking world, and the only one who could deal with all of this…

“Hey Aunt Mandy!”

As soon as I spoke Aunt May whipped herself around from the stove, where she was cooking her famous jambalaya, her grey ponytail swings round and her sweaty face got bright and smiley as she quickly threw off her oven mitts and ran up to me, throwing her arms around me in a great big bear hug that could cure all wounds.

“Petra! Oh my lord! It has been so long darling!” She says, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek as she pulls herself back and looks me up and down like she hasn’t seen me in years.

“Mandy… we did dinner last weekend.” I say with a chuckle, as I walk past her towards the locker room, teasing, but with a big smile on my face.

“Yeah! And that is still too long!” She yells at me across the kitchen as she returns back to the stove. “I used to change your diapers sweet cheeks, don’t think you can get rid of me that easily!” When she made those sorts of comments they were always little bit humiliating, sure, but over time I came to realize it’s just how she shows she cares, and it’s all out of love.

Within a couple seconds I had returned onto the main floor in a completely changed outfit, an apron on, hair up, and ready to work.

“I always admire how quickly you get dressed.” Aunt Mandy remarks, raising an eyebrow slightly, which just makes me giggle and blush a little bit.

“Tons of practice, Mandy. You know cheerleading and stuff. What you need me to do?”

At first things started easy with back-of-house stuff. I was in charge of doing dishes, making sure materials were stocked, and stirring the occasional pot whenever Mandy got a bit too tired. It was nice, cheerful, and overall just a bit of fun.

But as time went by and things got a bit more rowdy in the dining area they of course sent the young blood to deal with it. I became in charge of running food, collecting dirty dishes, and breaking up the occasional fight. Most of them were petty, a stolen salt shaker, someone took the wrong straw, nothing really to worry about. I just had to calm a couple people down, until they sat and played nice again. That is until-

“I don’t need your fucking help you dumb tramp!”

One of our regular trouble makers, a petite African-American woman who I don't even know her real name but she's known as Boze round here, had decided to make an appearance. She started off as a troubled, rowdy teenager, and we thought over time she may learn to mature and... you know, not be terrible. But she quickly followed in her mother’s footsteps: Married trailer trash, had a few kids of her own, got divorced, lost the kids, and lived on the street for years.

She was the type to blame everyone else for her own problems, and right now? She was blaming me. I asked her if she needed some new clothes, which she asked for pretty regularly, and immediately she turned, pushed me to the floor, and started screaming at me. I quickly pulled myself up and closed the distance between us.

“Hey! You better show respect whenever you’re in this kitchen, or you’re going back outside where the trash like you belong!” I scream… which I realize certainly wasn’t the nicest response, but hey! It’s been a stressful few days, give me a break.

“Respect? Nigga, I’ve seen less slutty women in Playboy magazines than your bitch hoe ass looks in here. If anyone needs a lil bit of class it should be your fat ass slut.” I growl, and take a couple steps forward, as does she.

This is usually our little dance anytime we see each other. We scream, we argue, then we end up, unfortunately, helping her and getting her out. But this was different, I wasn’t having this, not today: I saw a woman with multiple tentacles up her ass less than an hour ago this bitch is totally going down. I clenched my fist by my side and was just about to raise it to do something I would definitely regret, when I felt a soft, delicate hand touch my chest to stop me.

“Ladies, it’s not worth the fuss.” Aunt Mandy said calmly, and I took a small step back as she moved her larger frame between us facing Boze. “How can we help you, dear?” Aunt Mandy says with a soft, calming smile, which only seemed to piss Boze off even more.

“I said I don’t need no fuckin' help!” With that she grabs Aunt May by the apron and throws her backwards as she lets out a small yelp in surprise. I quickly grab her and help her to her feet, but as I start to take out my earrings Aunt Mandy just stops me again.

“Everyone needs a little bit of help sometime, dear.” She says softly, slowly walking towards Boze with that same chipper smile. “Me? I’m getting to be an old lady. And I need to invite my lovely niece over there, who you just pushed unprovoked, to help me get all this lovely food out to these beautiful people, such as yourself.” She says, motioning around as a few of the other patrons had started to share, which also shows Boze she’s making a scene.

“I need help sometimes too… we all need help.” She holds out one hand softly, to which Boze then lashes out smacking it away quickly and harshly. I lurch forward again, but Mandy just quickly whips her head back around to look at me with a scowl, before turning back to Boze, and raising her hand again. “What do you need, dear?”

“I…” Boze starts, a growl still in her voice… that quickly subsides as she sighs as she swallowed her brash pride then continues. “Can I get a new shirt, and some of that jambalaya I can smell you cooking back there?” She asks, still a snarkyness to her tone I didn’t personally like, but much more docile.

“Of course! But only after you apologize to my niece.” Mandy says. Boze gives me a quick eye and then a snarl, before shaking her head.

“Sorry… skank.” She says softly, giving Aunt Mandy a quick eye to see if that was good enough. Mandy just crosses her arms and shakes her head again with a soft scowl, that makes Boze growl. “Ok! Fine! I’m sorry!” She says, exasperated. May smiles warmly, and pats her shoulder.

“Go see Betsy, she’ll get you a shirt and a fresh warm bowl.” Aunt Mandy says, giving her a soft push in the direction of one of her helpers.

“How… WHY did you do that?” I ask her, which causes her to turn her attention fully to me with a curious look. “She was… horrible. She IS horrible, and you just... help her?”

“Of course, dear.” Mandy says with a smile, closing the distance between us as she pats my shoulder lovingly. “Just because we don’t like somebody, doesn’t mean they don’t deserve our help.” She says softly, before taking a step back. “In fact, the ones we dislike, may very well be the ones who need help most of all.”

My heart sinks at her words and I hang my head softly avoiding her eye contact, as a quick blush grows across my cheeks, deeply embarrassed by my own actions. I open my mouth to speak, but before I can Mandy stops me again, pushing one finger to my lips.

“Don’t worry about it, darling. How about we get through this dinner rush, then you get that cute booty of yours to bed, huh?” She says, as if it wasn’t like 5PM on a Saturday. Still, I chuckled and give her a quick nod, before the two of us split up and get back to work.

.

Working at FEAST went by so quick, but also made the day seem a lot longer than it was. We were so productive that, by the time I walked out of that door, I thought it would be close to midnight. However I saw the sun still in the sky, barely peeking over as it set behind the New York skyscrapers, as the 7PM bus pulled into the stop.

I made it back to campus by 7:30 and as I walked up I was able to catch up with Harriette, reading one of her beloved smut books on a bench in the main courtyard. Using my spider-like agility I was quick to sneak up on her, real quiet, as I got a quick look at the cover.

“The Wondrous Wonder-Whore?” I ask, raising an eyebrow slightly as Harriette yelped and nearly dropped her book in surprise. “I have to admit I’m shocked you read porn in public like that.” I tease, which just makes Harriette roll her eyes as she stood.

“It’s not porn! It’s a legitimate novel!” She says, clenching her book closely to her chest, and I got a quick look at the cover art… that showed a half naked woman in latex, which just made me chuckle. “It’s about a super-hero trying to make her way in normal life!” Harriette’s voice cracks, still trying to convince me.

“Uh-huh… and how often do people fuck in this 'legitimate' novel?” I ask, raising an eyebrow slightly.

“…almost every chapter.” Harriette concedes as her cheeks grow red and she quickly looks away, as a quick teasing smile grows on her face.

“Plus, super-hero porn? That’s actually a real genre now?” I ask, grabbing the book from her for a second and reading the back of it to get a quick summary. “Who the heck would want to read super hero porn?”

“Total fucking nerds, that’s who.” Says a deeper, more cocky voice from behind us that I knew far too well, accompanied by a shrill laugh that would even make Chanel West Coast cringe. I handed the book back to Harriette and slowly turned around, coming face to chest with Gash Thompson and her crew of jocks & cheerleader lackeys that seem to follow her everywhere, with Kimmy Allen slowly rubbing and teasing her pelvis like it was a totally normal thing to do out in the open.

“What do you want, Gash?” I ask as I look up to meet her eyes, crossing my arms underneath my chest again with a small scowl, as Harriette stands behind me and absolutely fails to try and look tough as well, feeling very embarrassed she got caught with her dirty book.

“From you two dorks? Nothin'. We’re just on the way to a party.” Gash says with a smile, which just makes the rest of the crowd cheer behind her, almost like they were trying to give soundbites to their leader's conversation.

“Don’t you guys go to parties like, every night?” Harriette asks, which just makes Gash chuckle like a real meathead.

“Uh, duh? What the fuck else are you supposed to do in college? Work?” Gash asks, which just makes her entourage laugh again… and made me roll my eyes in annoyance.

“You? Work? NO. Never,” I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes as me and Harriette start to turn back towards the dorms.

“Yeah, never. Just like how those two effing losers never have any fun.” Kimmy giggles, making my ears perk up as I stop. Harriette’s hand touches my back, as if to urge and push me forward, but I quickly turn around and meet the group again.

“So what’s so special about this party?” I ask, which just makes Gash smirk as she takes a couple steps forward, towering over me as she looked down, a teasing look on her face.

“It’s at Kappa-Upsilon-Mu, the biggest sorority on campus.” She says, and I feel a breath catch in my throat. Those parties were legendary… and they only happen once a year because, after the first one, the school fully banned them until the next year, as half the population of the school damn near ends up pregnant and getting their stomachs pumped afterwards. “Sluts, drugs, even filthier sluts, and more alcohol than you could even imagine. A party two fuckin' dorks like you couldn’t handle.” She says, and my face grows cold.

“Oh boy…” I hear Harriette say behind me.

“I’ll be there.” I say quickly, without a second thought as the rest of the crowd lets out a small murmur of 'oooooooh…' which just causes Gash to chuckle a bit more.

“Oh will you? I’ll believe it when I see it.” She scoffs with a hard slap to my bubble butt that makes me yelp, as a bright blush grows across my cheek, Kimmy follows suit like the little lapdog she is and slaps my ass a few quick times like playing the bongos. Gash turns to walk away, but then stops, before turning back to me with a smirk. “If by some miracle you do actually have the balls to show up just know, it’s a costume party. Come in something sexy, if you even own anything like that Parker.” She taunts, biting her lip before wrapping her arm around Kimmy who eagerly jumps up and dry humps her as they walk away, while me and Harriette walk back to our dorms.

“That’s crazy…” Harriette says after a couple minutes of silent walking. “I mean, Kappa-Upsilon-Mu? Yeah right! No chance,” She says, pushing the button for the elevator with a giggle, before she turns back and meets my eyes. “Oh no! I know that look… you’re actually gonna go?” She says, her mouth slightly dropped. "Petra those parties are so depraved they LEGALLY only happen once a year, don't let Gash goad you into a night you'll regret in the morning."

I just smirk and silently push past her, opening the door to our room as I saunter in, my hips swaying from side to side more lewdly than before. I yoink Harriette's 'legitimate novel' as I get myself in the right state of mind for a KUM party.

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Arriving at the party I only had one thought in my pretty little head: Holy Fucking Shitballs! The building was large enough for The Incredible She-Hulk and The Thing to fight in, and still remain comfortably standing. It looked like it had Oscorp money invested in it, and rumor has it this is the same sorority that Toni Stark lost her virginity in! This place is freaking LEGENDARY and for only one night a year, it had opened its doors to the public.

As I approached the main building the first thing I noticed was the atmosphere was very… different, than normal parties. Yes, in general it was your typical rager with loud bass boosted music, and the smell of various drugs and alcohol stung your senses as soon as you got within a quarter mile of the house. But there was also a certain, I don't know if 'class' is the right word for people like Gash, more like an air of expectation… like everyone here knew just how important this night was. Women dressed slutty, but expensive, and Futa made sure to stand tall and proud, and even get in a few extra workouts to get extra ripped in preparation for this night.

The second thing I noticed? This wasn’t a freaking costume party at all! Everyone was wearing cute babydoll dresses, or latex, or some sort of slutty variant of an outfit you’d easily wear to a concert or something cool like that. Me? I was standing in a crowd full of people I didn't know, dressed in a VERY slutty bunny costume, complete with ears, tail, whiskers makeup and a one-piece/fishnets/big heels combo that made me look like a total stripper.

“Holy fuck! Look at that fat ass!” I heard from behind me, that same familiar meathead voice that got me into this situation in the first place. With blushing cheeks I slowly started to turn around and meet my eyes with Gash and Kimmy both wearing very normal, civilian dresses. I think this is actually the first time I've ever seen Gash wearing something that wasn't her letterman jacket and ripped jeans.

“Didn’t think we’d actually see you tonight, slut. Especially not this much of you haha.” Gash taunted, which made Kimmy giggle uncontrollably as she looked me up and down, teasingly. “Where’s your little blonde fuck buddy with the porn book? She looked like a total freak!” Gash continued, as I just rolled my eyes. How did she even know me and Harriette are fuck buddies? I guess when you get caught sucking cock in a stairwell on campus word travels fast...

“She decided to stay home because she's just too awesome for a party like this, so you’re just gonna have me tonight.” I say awkwardly jutting my hip to the side, trying to make myself seem sexy but honestly I’ve never felt less sexy as Petra and this was all just really cringe.

“Well then ladies, let’s not waste this bitchin' fucking party!” Kimmy shrieks, grabbing Gash by the hand and pulling her inside while I slowly follow them into the writhing mass of bodies. There were more people in here than the hot new nightclub I went to with MJ, and everywhere I looked people were drunk, high, making out, and I’m pretty sure a few were already openly fucking!

A scene like this is absolute sensory overload for my Spidey senses, while my mind was racing I obviously wasn’t watching where I was going and I crashed into a tall muscular black woman wearing a beautiful lilac number that was actually tasteful compared to Gash and Kimmy skanking it up. She barely even stumbled as I put my full body weight on her.

“Oh my Goodness! I’m so sorry!” I say quickly as I stand myself up and look up at the beautiful woman, like I mean literally the most beautiful woman I've ever seen (even more than MJ and the Prowler which is actually insane for me to even say). The Goddess just stares down at me with a calm, pleasant smile.

“No worries at all cutie.” She says with a chuckle, her voice suave & sexy and just as beautiful as the rest of her curvy yet athletically toned body. I raise my hand to shake hers, but she grabs my wrist and raises my hand up to her mouth, planting a soft kiss on the back of my hand. “Roberta Robertson.” She says, even in a normal conversational voice it sounded like an announcement of her presence. “And, what may I call you, my dashing little bunny rabbit?”

It takes a second for me to realize I was just asked a question and even longer to actually respond as I stare at her, wide eyed, and a huge blush growing on my brown face. “Uh… I’m… uh… P-Petra.” I say in a soft, light headed voice that only makes the Goddess in front of me chuckle. "Petra Parker..."

“A pretty name, for a very pretty woman.” Roberta says, before hearing a rather rowdy woman screaming her name from across the room. She just sighs and rolls her eyes, before turning back to me. “If you have any issues here Petra Parker, just look for me I'm not hard to find . I can tell this isn't your usual scene so I'll take care of you, whatever you need baby.”

My heart skipped a beat at her words, and slightly slack jawed and doughy eyed I nod silently, before the woman chuckles at my awkwardness and walks away.

“Hey! Fuckin' dork!” I heard Gash scream, and oh how did I just know she was talking to me? “We’re playing death shots. Get that fat Indian ass over here!”

Now dear readers, you may be wondering: What the fuck is death shots? Well that makes two of us! As I walked over to the bar that Gash and Kimmy were at they seemed to already be in the middle of a game, and all I saw were a bunch of women line up their drinks and take a shot. The drinks didn’t look the same, with different thicknesses and colors to them. Once I got there Gash told me why, as she started to explain the game.

“Basically Dork, there is a shot glass for every girl in the group.” Gash begins, as she lines up four shots in front of us, and then four solo cups behind it. “One woman leaves the group, while every other woman chooses what, and how much alcohol, to put in that woman’s drink.” She adds, flashing the solo cup to me again, and motioning behind to the extremely large open bar, that I had to bend over to see everything in it, while Kimmy took over the explanation.

“Once everyone’s drinks are made it’s basically truth, dare, and drink. The only difference is you don’t know what the fuck you’re drinking.” she says with a shrug and a shrill giggle. “You can answer the question, do the dare, or drink a shot of your death drink.” She smiles, as her eyes also look over to the bar as she starts to get ideas of what lethal drinks she wants to use.

“The loser is the first one to run out of her death drink. Simple!” Gash finishes off as one hand reaches down and slips up Kimmy's dress, and another reaches down and grabs my ass as I let out a surprised yelp when she pushes me to the bar. “See anything interesting?” Gash asks with a smirk.

“Uh yeah… a fourth shot glass.” I say, nodding down to the table as I glance over at Gash, who starts to let a huge smirk grow over her face as her and Kimmy exchange glances.

“Oh! Right… I guess we should invite our fourth.” Gash smirks before a sharp whistle that travels above the raucous scene, the crowd parts as that same beautiful black Goddess of a woman comes walking through, parting the crowd like the red sea. “Meet the Big of this whole sorority-“

“Roberta…?” I ask softly, my mouth slightly dropped as she just smiles calmly, and gives me a quick wave.

“Hey there Ms. Bunny. Good to see you again so soon.” she smiles as she turns to the bar again and taps her chin. “Whose drink are we making first?” She asks, as all eyes turn to me. At first I just stare at the three of them with a huge blush, before nodding, and turning away as I walk into the party a bit while the women make my drink.

I did my best not to eavesdrop as I felt it wasn’t in the spirit of the game, but even with the loud music and chaotic atmosphere of the room I could tell the three women were having too much fun making my drink. At first it was entertaining… but then as a few minutes past it almost got worrying. What exactly were they even doing? I'm almost certain Gash is gonna spit in it...

I had disappeared fully into the crowd awkwardly dancing by myself when I finally got the text to come back… after I had already found myself being given a jello-shot by some random girl with her top off (God pretty much everyone at this party is freaking gorgeous, I'm guessing this elite sorority doesn't admit many normal people). Still, with just a very slight buzz, I returned to the group with a small smile on my face. Though I raised an eyebrow slightly as I got a good look, and all four drinks had already been made. The three of them had a more lighter color, while mine looked dark and thick.

“Sorry Petra, we tried to call you but you were nowhere to be found.” Kimmy says with a quick smirk, winking at Gash who just chuckled, grabbed her by the hips, and pulled Kimmy's ass into her lap, wedging her thick bulge between her clothed cheeks.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this, Dork?” Gash asks in a harsh yet teasing tone. “These games can get pretty intense right off the bat, don’t want you chickening out mid-game.”

As she said that the same determined look from before at her initial invitation returned on my face, and it only made her smile grow wider. Unfortunately for me I had already forgotten Harriette's earlier warning about not letting Gash goad me, with a silent nod she poured out the four of our shots, and then turned straight to me. “Truth or dare Dork?” She asks pointedly, squinting slightly as she teased me with a smirk.

“Dare.” I say way too quick with absolutely no hesitation, causing Roberta to chuckle, and the two other women to smirk at each other, as they leaned in close.

This is going to be fun! Right?

ROUND 1!

“Show us those fat fucking tits of yours.” Gash announced without a moment of hesitation either. The two other women just stared at her blankly, though Kimmy smacks her girlfriend hard on the arm which caused Gash to grunt before rubbing it. “What? It’s the game babe!” She says quickly, before turning back to me and flashing me a smirk. I just roll my eyes and scoff at her as my cheeks start to grow red.

“Yeah, sure, fine whatever.” I say as I reach up and grab the hem of my top, and I start to slowly pull it down to reveal the beautiful soft mounds of tit-flesh underneath. I let out a deep breath of a moan as my boobs hit the open air, and my hard nipples came out as my breasts jiggled freely into the cold, but I stood there, tall and proud, with my titties out.

“Just don’t stare too long, hun.” I say to Gash with a smirk, before pulling my top back up and covering my tits again, but not before giving the fabric a quick yank to make them jiggle. “It might make your little boo over there jealous.” I nod over to Kimmy, who had already started to glare at Gash.

“You put them thangs away pretty damn quick though," Gash complained, which caused Kimmy to scoff, but I just rolled my eyes and crossed my arms again.

“You didn’t give me a time limit, I flashed you my tits, dare is over.” I said with a smirk, as my eyes quickly stare down at my shot glass, teasing me as it stared up at me, cold, dark, and daunting.

“Roberta,” I say quickly turning to the beautiful Goddess of a woman, who just smirks down at me as I gave her my attention. Just the one look from her made butterflies flutter in my stomach, but I quickly cleared my throat and focused. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” She says after a second of thinking, which got a round of boos from Kimmy and Gash, “because why would I wanna lie to a girl as pretty as you?” she continued, and it only made me blush again as I quickly avoided eye contact.

“How… many of your sorority members have you fucked?” I asked in a softer, more hesitant voice. The three women all stared at me blankly at the bluntness of my question, Gash's smile only grew wider as her focus bounced between me and Roberta.

Roberta herself let out a quick chuckle as she reached for her drink. “I plead the fifth on that one babes.” she says as she takes the shot with absolute ease, slamming the drink back on the table, before turning back to the other two women. “Kimmy baby,” She says in that same cold, suave demeanor, “Truth or dare?” She asks, Kimmy with a smile and another grating giggle taps her chin and pretends to think.

“Dare!” She answers quickly, and Roberta smirks. She bites her lip softly as she eyes the Latina woman up and down with a quick, teasing growl that instantly made my pussy wet, and embarrassingly it wasn’t even directed towards me!

“Kiss me.” Roberta said calmly, but then her eyes sunk and her smirk grew wide. “I’ll let you choose where.” My jaw dropped slightly and I giggled as my eyes immediately went to Gash, who looked absolutely appalled by the dare.

“I mean… babe…?” she asks, pushing the shot towards Kimmy, who just glances down at it and chuckles, pushing it away with one finger as she turns her attention back to the alluring Roberta.

“Oh no baby… you wanted Petra’s tits?” She says, sauntering over to Roberta with a quick hip sway, before putting her hands on either cheek, and a smirk growing on her face. “Then I get to taste these lips!” Kimmy smirks as she plants her lips against the Goddess with a quick moan. Roberta, keeping her hands to her side, returns the kiss and, if I saw it right, even slipped a little tongue into Liz’s mouth that made her giggle as she pulled back. “Ooh you bad girl!” Kimmy giggles even harder, even triggering my Spidey senses a little (seriously it's like nails on a freaking chalkboard), before stepping back next to her girlfriend and giving her a quick wink as Gash's cheeks turned a bright red. “Truth or dare, babe?” she asks with a smile.

“Truth.” Gash says quickly, her own arms crossing beneath her tits as she gave her girlfriend a quick evil jealous glare, which only made Kimmy chuckle more.

“Did you find that kind of hot?” Kimmy asks with a smile, before Gash gives her a quick playful push, the anger very real in her mind, but she tried to hold it back.

“You wanna see hot? I’ll fuckin' show you hot.” Gash replies, not even answering the question as she turns back to Roberta, totally changing the turn order as she pleases. “Big Mama, truth or dare?” Roberta’s smirk got wider and she chuckles.

ROUND 2!

“Dare.” Roberta answers, taking the jock woman’s bait with a smirk as she leaned in close, showing off her muscular physique as she stared down the other very athletic woman. This was like two bulls squaring up to lock horns, Gash stared up at Roberta with a growl, trying to size her up, but after a second I saw her back down to the larger woman.

“Call me Master for the rest of the game.” Gash says confidently, leaning back on her stool to flex her muscles. At first Roberta looks a little taken aback by her comment, but then bursts out into a deep hearty laugh as she looks the other woman down.

“Seriously Gash? Lil racist in my opinion but whatever you say, Massa!” as she emphasizes the word Gash's smug smile immediately disappears, her cheeks turn into a bright red blush, and she stomps her feet on the ground getting flustered.

“Wha- Hey! That- I- No... That's not what I meant and you fuckin' know that!” she screams defensively, "It's a sexual thing not racial I swear to God! You know I love black chick right?"

Kimmy sighs and holds Gash's face, "Baby stop digging yourself deeper, that's exactly what she wants!"

Roberta just shrugs, taking a quick glance at me and giving me a quick wink brown girl to brown girl, before returning her focus back on Gash who's still scrambling to defend herself.

“Shoulda been more specific in your dare, Massa. Would ya like me to paint my face and do a Lil dance fo' ya Missa Thompson?” She teases, Gash continues to spiral and looks a little like she's actually about to cry, Roberta raises one finger to the floundering couple with a smirk. “Petra my love,” her eyes turn back to me with a quick grin that looked evil and charming at the same time. “Truth or dare?”

At first I was planning on saying truth this round, but I wanted to humiliate Gash a little more. So I bite my lip hard and smirk, as I nod up to her and giggle. “Dare.” I say quickly with a small, giddy little chuckle as I get lost in this woman’s eyes while she practically stared down into my soul.

“I want you to twerk that fat bubble butt of yours for exactly thirty seconds, and be sure to make it clap for Mommy.” She says with a deeper growl in her voice, her eyes glancing down my body as if she was scanning me for any flaws… though her smirk afterwards makes me think she didn’t find any. At first I was stunned, and a little shaken by the dare, but as she stared down at me so dominantly my heart fluttered again, and I bit my lip hard and nodded.

“Thank you for being so specific,” I say with a teasing giggle, as I turned around, bent down slightly as I put my hands on my knees and started to twerk, my fat ass bouncing and clapping beautifully as I twerk masterfully for the three women behind me.

“God damn Lil hoebunny…” Roberta said as she watched my ass twerk. “I didn’t think it was gonna do all’at!” She chuckled, and very quickly she reached her hand out and groped my fat ass for a second, before giving it a hard smack to make it jiggle more, which pulled another quick moan out of my lips. Gash & Kimmy also both stared absently as they watched my ass jiggle like a lava lamp, whispering to each other as both of their cheeks started to blush.

“You like what you see Mommy?” I ask in a soft and breathy moan as I continue to bounce and shake my ass masterfully, not exactly helping the stripper perception my outfit was giving off… not that I really cared as my cheeks grew a bright red and I fell a bit into giggle fits.

“Damn right I do you little bunny bitch!” Roberta says as she smacks my ass again with a chuckle, and stands up straighter as she lets out a quick sigh. “Unfortunately for us though, that’s thirty seconds,” she sighs as I stand up straight, my booty still wobbling even from the slightest motions now. “Maybe later you can give us more of a show?” she asks, and I just playfully roll my eyes and push her away with a giggle.

“You wish babes,” I giggle in a more teasing whisper up to the much larger woman, who smirks down at me with another growl.

“I do.” She responds bluntly, which causes my heart to skip a beat and my knees to get wobbly, before turning my attention back to the game to hold my composure.

“Gash...” I say, returning to the game, my eyes narrowing softly. “Truth or dare?” I bite my lip softly at Gash's determined look. I knew she wasn’t gonna back down to a nerd like me, so it didn’t surprise me when the first words out of her mouth were:

“Dare. And make it a good one Dork.” She says in a harsh voice, ('dork' is starting to sound like a straight up slur at this point) looking down at me as I gave a quick shrug, looking the woman up and down, and focusing slightly on the bulge pushing against the fabric of her dress.

“Hike your dress up, and show off that dick of yours for the rest of the game.” I demand with a chuckle. Kimmy's jaw dropped in a hearty gasp and a giggle, Roberta's eyes went wide as her focus turned back to Gash with a smirk.

“Gotta do the dare, hoe. Unless you wanna drink.” Roberta taunts, and for a second I see Gash take a quick glance at the shot glass, before she lets out a frustrated sigh. I knew she wouldn’t do that, that would admit I won. So she grabbed the hem of her dress and started to pull it up above her hips, as her fat cock sprung freely and swung between her thighs, as she pushed her rather fat ass against the bar to hide it.

“That better Dork? You gettin' your pervy skank rocks off huh?” Gash asks through gritted teeth, and I just quickly raise my thumbs up with a smirk and a chuckle. She just growls and turns her head towards Kimmy, whose cheeks were also growing a bright blush. “Babe…” she says in a rough gravely tone as she tries to hold back her anger.

“Truth!” she blurts out before Gash can even finish her sentence, I raise my eyes softly at the quickness of her statement. Gash takes a deep breath and starts to speak again, her voice a bit softer now as she spoke to her girlfriend more lovingly and carefully.

“Is this the biggest dick you’ve ever had?” she asks, swinging her cock back and forth teasingly between her legs like a grandfather clock. Kimmy, biting her lip and giggling (total shocker I know) as she almost look entranced by it, silently nods as her eyes stare down at the beast of a thing between Gash's legs.

“I think she's actually drooling…” I whisper over to Roberta, who just chuckles and shrugs a bit.

“To each their own… not my type though.” she says, and for a second I felt her hand grab my ass from behind again and give me a quick playful squeeze, she then slipped a couple fingers under my one piece and down my crack which caused me to let out a small yelp and blush again as she gave me another quick wink.

Once Kimmy had finally pulled herself together somewhat she turned to the rest of the group with a quick blush on her face, and her eyes softly glossy. Every couple seconds I could notice her start to glance back down at Gash's dick as it hung between her thighs, but she was doing her best to get back in the game as Roberta clapped her hands in her face.

“Oh! I… I’m sorry is it my turn?” she asks, genuinely confused by the turn order as the rest of us nod awkwardly, except for Gash who has the biggest shit-eating grin on her face while trying to discreetly stroke herself to make it seem even bigger. Kimmy turns her attention to me and scratches her chin slightly as she tries to think.

“You know…” She says finally. “I kind of agree with Gash, you put your tits away really quick.” she says, and I raise my eyebrow softly as she spoke. “Why don’t you take them out again and let me get a quick picture of them?” She asks as she bites her lip hard and a smirk grows across her face.

For a second my eyes go wide and I quickly glance down at my death drink. Do I trust Kimmy with having my tits on her phone? No I'm not an idiot, she'll obviously use it against me at some point. But do I trust that hellish drink more or less than her giggling ass? After a couple seconds of deliberation I sigh, quickly I reach up and pull down the top of my dress, revealing my tits once again, as she giggled and quickly took a picture before I could change my mind.

“Oh babe! Look at that blush! She’s adorable!” she says as she shows Gash the picture, I got a good look out of the corner of my eye and I could feel my heart racing as I saw the picture on her phone… Fuck I hope that wasn’t a bad idea...

Honestly? I was quickly getting annoyed by Gash as she kept laughing and making comments as she stared at the picture. Roberta could see my face turning red, I could even feel myself getting angry as I fixed my top with a clenched, white knuckled fist.

“Gash!” I yell loudly, getting the two women’s attention as they look at me awkwardly, Gash crosses her arms as she turns her focus fully towards me. “Truth or dare?”

She chuckles a bit, knowing that if she took my dare she might be put in an even more awkward situation than pants off in the middle of a party. She just rolls her eyes softly and shrugs with that same smirk she always has. “Truth.”

“You ever been fucked by a Futa before?” I ask without a second of hesitation… because I knew the answer. MJ told me about the time when Gash got really drunk, and let her fuck her fat ass for hours after their first date. Her smirk was replaced by a blush and a quick awkward look, as I started to feel more confident now.

“I… I don’t… I…” she started to stutter, and then she looked awkwardly at Kimmy, who was seemingly waiting for the answer too. Kimmy crossed her arms a bit and glared at Gash, who only just chuckled awkwardly, before swiftly reaching back and throwing back her death drink and wincing, which just made me chuckle.

Roberta had also started to chuckle at Gash's weak display, Gash was now getting pissed. “Oh yeah? Truth or dare, Roberta? And don't start with that 'Massa' shit again!” she asks, causing the Goddess to roll her eyes playfully and take a quick second to walk up to the woman, towering over her, as she glances down with a smirk.

“First of all Gash you definitely can't say it that way, you're really not helping your case any babes," she smirks as Gash looks like she's going to lose it." Secondly I pick truth, go ahead I'm an open book.” She says confidently in her deep, soothing voice.

“What about you?” Gash asks condescendingly, crossing her arms a bit and giving Roberta a smug smirk. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass?”

“Of course I have.” she replies without a second of hesitation, as the three of us all drop our jaws and even gasp at the quickness in which she answered. “I pledged this sorority and got gangbanged by the old leaders here, the difference between us Gash is that I'm not pitifully insecure about it. Plus there's a couple late night booty calls here and there. It’s fun, why wouldn’t I?” she says, owning her feminine side as well as her masculinity.

For a second my head was taken out of the game, my mind was racing now at the image of a Goddess getting gangbanged by a group of blonde sorority brats… and as hard as it was for me to picture, it was getting really hot.

I must have missed the next turn entirely, because as I looked up Kimmy was starting to take off her clothes as Roberta smirked at her, revealing her pink lace lingerie underneath as her own cock sprung out the side teasingly, leaking a bit of precum. She certainly wasn’t as big as her partner next to her, but dude she was still pretty big!

As Gash gets a good look at what her boo was wearing underneath she lets out a quick hearty chuckle as a grin grew across her face. “Damn babe, were you gonna give me all of that tonight?” She says with a teasing smile, that only made Kimmy turn cold and give her a glare.

“You’re doing dare,” she says quickly, which just caused Gash to raise her eyebrows and chuckle awkwardly.

“Um… babe I… I’m the one who’s supposed to say-“ she starts, before Kimmy lightly slaps Gash's penis making her grunt softly, she reaches up and puts a finger to the larger woman's lips to shut her up with a small smirk.

“If you want this ass tonight? You’re doing dare.” She says with a growl that sounded adorable and threatening at the same time. “Or do I need call whatever skank you let raw dog you to fuck me instead?” Gash got quiet quick, as a deep warm blush grew on her cheeks she meekly nodded, it's fun seeing this huge macho jock shriveling from the fire of her petite Latina girlfriend. “Bend over the bar and pop that peachy bubble butt of yours out, Roberta is gonna spank you for being such a little bitch.” she growls, before looking back at Roberta who’s eyes were wide. “And you... Don’t hold back.” she orders taking a step back to give the women room to move into position.

“Well damn baby…” Roberta says with a smirk as she approached the jock who, awkwardly, got into position bent over the bar, still silent. “I love me a feisty Latina…” she grins, as Kimmy gives her a quick wink and a playful slap on the ass, before she puts all of her focus on Gash. My eyes were feasting on the scene, loving seeing Gash squirm like this.

SMACK!

“Ow FUCK-!” Gash squeals as Roberta's strong, large hands cracked against her fat rippling booty. All the muscle in her body really did a number on her to make her absolutely stunning, and based on the size of her ass, she most definitely didn’t skip her squats!

SMACK!

“Fuck! Is that all you got, bitch?” Gash growls back at Roberta, who just smirks and licks her hand before she winds back her long arm, before continuing her assault in sharp rapid motions, bouncing her hand off her bare ass like a drum as Gash moaned out sweet harmonies at the spanks.

At first my eyes were focused on the humiliating image of Gash getting smacked around: her eyes rolling back, her jaw dropped, and entire body jiggling like jello as her ass turned a bright red. But then I felt my eyes start to turn to focus on Roberta: strong, dominant, and confident in every move she made and… *Mph* So hot! I need her to choke me... OOP who said that??

Once Gash had dutifully taken all of her spanks, and her ass was severely red, she slowly turned around and met Roberta's eyes again, her fist clenched by her side as she glared up at the taller woman. “Truth or dare?” Her tone was cold, stoic, without a hint of pleassantry there anymore. Gash was getting embarrassed, and she hated it.

“I’ll throw you a bone since you can't sit down for a while.” Roberta says with a teasing smile. “Dare. What you got for me, fat ass?” Me and Kimmy share a giggle.

“Go. Fuck. Yourself.” Gash answers with a cold, demeaning glare. At first me and Kimmy stared back in a small bit of fear, expecting the leader to go balistic… but she just stood there, confidently, before reaching back behind her, and with one hand I see her reach up behind her skirt.

“After the show you just put on? Gladly.” She taunts as I see her hand dissapear up her skirt. As soon as it does her eyes close, and her jaw drops as a soft, breathy moan escapes her lips as her arm begins to pump. I was stood hand over mouth totally entranced at the sight as I watched the Goddess, so confident in her sexuality, literally fucking herself in front of us while still holding that calm and suave demeanor. It was… a gorgeous sight. Me and Kimmy both were stood there watching, utterly dumbfounded, somehow holding hands… which was not certainly not Gash's intent.

After about 30 seconds Roberta pulled herself out of... well, herself, then smirked at the furious Gash. After putting on the show I got a glimpse of something very interesting… a bulge, at the front of Roberta's dress. Just from the sight of it I could tell this thing was already bigger than Gash, big enough to comfortably fuck her own hole, and she wasn’t fully hard! Both me and Kimmy were stood there, still holding hands for some reason while staring at it, which just caused Roberta to laugh.

“Truth or dare, baby?” Roberta glances to Kimmy who just softly, hesitantly, says the word 'truth' under her breath, barely loud enough for us to hear. “You ever been with a black woman before?” All eyes were on Kimmy who was still entranced by the Goddess in front of her. Even Gash was staring awkwardly with a blush, but then quickly looked away as Kimmy let out a small nod, biting her lip softly. Roberta smiles, bites her lip hard, then leans in to Kimmy, whispering something in her ear as her hand reached back and grabbed the latina’s ass, causing her eyes to close softly, as she nodded with a moan, and then turned back to me as Roberta backed off.

“Petra...” Her voice is a bit more soft and breathy now. “Truth or dare?” She asks, as she regains her composure.

“I’ll do truth this time.” I say with a quick giggle, realizing how wreckless I’ve been all game. My eyes quickly glance over to Roberta with a giggle, before my focus returns to Kimmy.

“How much of a slut is your little friend Gwen?” She asks with a confidence and a smirk that she shouldn’t have had asking that question.

You ever feel like someone just hit you with an emotional truck? Yeah this giggly bitch knew exactly what she was doing...

“I’m… I’m sorry, what?” I ask, raising an eyebrow softly as my cheeks turn a bright red.

“Gwengela Stacy," she over enunciates to make sure I got it,"Y'know, your ex girlfriend? She left a cute little string bean, then came back with a fat ass, big tits, and that new lezzy buzz cut? She has to be a total SLUT.” Kimmy teases as she bites her lip hard. “So… how BIG of a slut is she?”

I stared down the bold Latina as she chuckled and held her own, her eyes narrowing slightly, knowing she had me pinned. With a soft sigh I reached back, and took my very first shot of the night.

And that dear readers is when things started to spiral...

As soon as the drink hit the back of my throat I could tell there was more here than I originally thought, I don't know what the hell they put in it but it immediately made my Spidey senses scream. Almost as soon as it hit my stomach my mind started to get hazy, my body felt warm and pleasant, and the world almost started to spin… and this was just the first shot! I had an entire drink to get through… I poured my next shot and turned back to Gash.

“Truth or dare?” I say, my voice soft, more breathy now, as I try and hold my composure while the jock only smirks.

“Truth.” She says in a growl, crossing her arms under her chest.

“Have you… ever… uh…” my mind was racing at a hundred miles an hour but I couldn’t pick anything. Everything I came up with was blank, nothing, and I could feel my heart racing as I stood there for what felt like an hour, before Gash made an X with her arms and the sound of a loud buzzer from her mouth.

“Oooh! I’m sorry, time is up!” she says with a grin which causes me to jolt. My eyes widen a bit as I slightly refocus, but Gash had already turned her attention back on me and smirked.

“That means I get a free one. Truth or dare?” She asks, raising her eyebrow again.

“T-truth?” I ask, worried about if I took a dare in this state.

“You ever fucked Gwengela Stacy with a strap-on before? Stretched out her tight little holes? Got that dirty little blonde slut moaning your name like a good little schoolgirl, you fuckin' whore?” Gash taunts as Kimmy, standing beside me, already puts the next shot in my hand. I give a quick grimmace towards Gash before downing my second shot. I guess I'll be doing dares for the rest of the game after all since these nasty bitches have successfully found my weak spot and won't stop pushing it until I pass out

As soon as I take it, it was like the magnitude of intensity from the previous shot had been trippled. My body was on fire, my mind felt like it was on a high it would never come down from, and I could feel myself loosening up… so when I felt two strong hands on my fat ass, I let out a quick yelp, and looked back in a blush to see Roberta holding me.

“Hey bunny, I dare you to dance on that pole to the next song.” she says in a deep growl that sent butterflies up my stomach.

“It… it’s not your turn…” I felt her hands on my ass squeeze harder, digging her nails into the soft flesh as a soft moan escaped my lips, my eyes close, and I feel myself melt again. “But… just for you…” I say softly as I approach the pole.

"Not so fast Dork," Gash interrupts, "I still have a free dare remember?" She grins as she slams her thick cock on the bar.

"You want me to suck it?" I asked confused.

She laughs as she reaches into her purse, "Such a good eager little slut, no wonder Gwengela let you smash. No Dork, right now I want to take this party to the next fuckin' level biiitch!"

My eyes went super wide as Gash pulled out a small baggie, Kimmy's hand went over her mouth and Roberta almost seemed... impressed?

"You ever done this shit before?" Gash asks, knowing the answer is obviously no, before I got my powers I was a shy introverted geek who would rather go to the library for chess club than go out to parties, especially if there could be hard drugs present. I didn't want to appear lame or weak though...

"Pfft yeah, I've done that shit loads of times before..." I try to blag it but don't think they're buying my false confidence.

"I was actually just gonna toss it since it's pretty weak shit but I might as well use it on the fuckin' dork's first time," Instead of doing lines from the bar Gash sprinkles a line directly on her cock!

"You can't be serious... What the fuck is your problem Gash?"

Gash shrugs, "If you're not down to party you're not welcome at Kappa-Upsilon-Mu, it's as simple as that. It's a Death Shots dare anyway so do it or get the fuck out!"

Let me tell you readers, peer pressure totally fucking sucks! I thought I was done with that shit in high school...

I glance between Gash, Kimmy & Roberta trying to find any way out of this. Eventually, realizing that this is really happening, I just sigh and decide to get it over with. Honestly, how bad can coke really be anyway?

The answer is unsurprisingly VERY FUCKING BAD!!
I braced myself as best I could as I bent down next to Gash's prepared dick, I looked up at her shit-eating grin before sighing and blocking one of my nostrils.

"Here I go..."

"Oh just fuckin' get on with it Dork, my dick is starting to get cold it's gonna start shrinking soon!"

3... 2... 1...

I sniffed the full length of Gash's cock, the second that shit hit my brain my Spidey senses flipped out like never before. You know how the Terminator had to reboot itself after an intense power surge? Yeah I'm starting to understand how it feels. If the lethal alcohol made my mind scream this shit was like setting it on fire. Jesus fucking Christ why do people do this freaking drug for fun??

"AH SHIT! Fuck fuck FUCK! AH that was such a bad idea, why the fuck did I agree to that shit?" Honestly the only way I can describe it is like my body was being taken over by an entity from another world or something.

Watching my freakout Gash just laughs, "Aw yeah NOW it's a mothafuckin' KUM party! Remember slut it's your turn up on the pole!"

As she poured out more lines for the three of them it seemed like my body began to move on it’s own as I started to dance to the loud, bass booming music the party was playing. My hips rolled seductively, my titties jiggled and threatened to burst out of my top with every quick movement, and my fat ass was on perfect display the whole time.

At first I felt humiliated, as my face turned a bright red blush and I couldn’t even look at the other women. But then, I heard it: Cheering. Or at least what my ditzy mind currently understood as cheering. The three women began to clap, whistle, and yell at me as I danced.

“Look at you go! Oh my God you’re so hot baby!” Kimmy screams out with a quick 'Wooooh!' that made me blush even more, as excitable as she is normally the coke unlocked a whole new gear.

“Holy fuck, Petra! You really are a slut, ain’t ya?” Gash giggles as she finds a couple dollars in her purse and throws them in my direction, causing me to giggle and dance with a little more purpose as she makes it rain. I think this is the first time she has ever called me Petra instead of Dork, I guess the fastest way to earn jock respect is getting absolutely shit faced!

Roberta just stood there quietly, biting her lip hard as she watched my body move and… weirdly, that was my biggest turn-on. The screams and the money was nice and all, but having that strong, confident woman just stare at me, holding all of her attention was just so… amazing!

I started to, involuntarily, use a bit of my powers to pull off more advanced moves as I spun, twisted, and even flipped on the pole, which caused the three women to only scream and applaud more. As I kept dancing I also noticed the effect I was having as a whole. All three of the woman were watching, and obviously enjoying, and as the song started to fade into the next and I walked off stage, all three of them had raging hard-ons, all because of me. The thought alone made me giggle and blush

As I step away from the pole and try and return back to the game I realized something… all that vigorous exercise from the dance made my blood rush, and the alcohol spread so much quicker not to mention that devil coke... I hated to admit it because my healing factor should stop this happening, but I was totally fucking wasted right now!

As I approached the group again Kimmy quickly rushed over to me with a soft, exaggerated look of fear. “Petra look what you did!” She squeals as she grabs me by the chin and forces me to look down at Gash's dick which had grown even harder, standing at full attention as it pointed directly at me. “You made her so hard! I don’t even think I’ve made it that hard without touching it!” she continues, before a small evil smirk grows on her face as she pushes her lips against my ear, puts one hand on my ass, and whispers “I dare you to help her,” before, with an evil chuckle, pushing me by the ass and throwing me down onto my knees with a quick yelp.

“I… I can’t! I… I… Is it even my turn? I just went!” I start to protest as my eyes look up at the three women now standing over me, staring down as I stay down on my knees, looking up at them like I was some pet. All three of them stared with a teasing smirk, as Gash got in front of me and rested her cock against my face, her balls teasing my lips as her shaft drags across my face. To be honest I was expecting it to smell terrible because Gash is a gross jock but this party must really be important if she actually showered and sprayed perfume on her balls.

“Come on, slut! You did this to me!” She says in a teasing growl with a smirk as she starts to bounce and smack my head with her thick, heavy cock over and over again, leaving a little blotch of pre-cum to run down my nose. God the feel of her… it was driving me crazy! The drugs mixed with pure lust, I… I don’t know if I can stop myself... “Fix it. Now.” She growls, pulling her cock off my face and letting her head rest against my lips, teasing me with her taste.

I hesitate, for only a second though, as I look up at the three women who stare down at me, waiting. With a quick sigh I open my mouth and wrap my lips around Gash's cock as it twitches and throbs, slowly pushing myself further and further down, until I am practically deepthroating her now.

SCHLURP! SCHLURP! SCHLURP!

“Holy shit, Parker!” Gash moans quickly as her eyes roll back, and she pushes her hips forward slightly as she chuckles, giving me more room to play. “God I knew you were a slut under that Dork exterior!”

“Use your awesome tits whore!” Kimmy shrieks from behind me as I feel her hand crack against my ass hard, causing me to yelp in surprise. Immediately my position shifts as I pull my tits out of my top again, wrap them around Gash & squeeze them together with my hands, as my lips focus on the half of her cock my tits don’t cover.

The three girls above me start to giggle and share kisses between each other as they watched me pleasuring my nemesis with a hungry excitement that none of us were expecting… least of all me! My tits were bouncing hard and fast, plapping against Gash's meaty thighs in this position, and I was bobbing my head quickly, letting out loud sloppy slurps as I do so.

I don’t know if it was the alcohol, the coke, all of the situations these girls put me in, or most likely a mix of everything, but I was incredibly turned on right now. I could feel my cunt (it's a sex party I'm allowed to say it just for tonight) practically dripping behind me as I sucked off the jock in front. Her thick, pulsing cock teasing my lips and tongue, her soft breathy moans above me pushing me forward, and the humiliation of doing this in public where everyone could see? Fuck, when did I become such an exhibitionist?

“Oh fuck yeah! Fuck yes! You dirty fucking slut!” Gash moans, as I look up at her I could see her face contort in pleasure, as her own blush begins to grow on her cheeks. I hear a quick giggle as Kimmy walks into the picture and gives Gash a long, passionate kiss, which forces her own cock to rest pathetically on my face as I suck off her girlfriend. It's covering my eyes but even over the pounding music I hear the distinct sound of a camera shutter thanks to my Spidey hearing.

“You enjoying your present, my love?” Kimmy asks teasingly as she starts to massage Gash's huge tits through her shirt before yanking the garment down and sucking on her engorged nipples. Gash bites her lip hard and nods down at Kimmy, using her free hand to grab her girlfriend's ass hard. “Oh fuck! Babe?” Kimmy giggles teasingly with Gash's nips in her mouth.

“I always knew Parker’s whorish body would be good for something.” Gash growls, which causes Kimmy to giggle harder before she steps away, leaving just Gash in my eyesight. For a second my mind wanders to Roberta, wondering if she’s still here… watching me be a slut… but my mind quickly shifts, as so does Gash.

She pulls her cock out of my mouth lewdly, grabs my hair, and drags me to the bar as she takes a seat in one of the bar stools. “Be a good slut and open wide for me.” She orders, which I quickly respond by opening my mouth and rolling my tongue out from between my lips. She just lets out a teasing growl, and then shoves her cock deep down, hilting herself inside of me, as she starts to roughly fuck my throat.

GLK-GLK-GLK-GLK-! AH! GLUCKGLUCKGLUCK-! *MPH* MMMMMPH! NGH! GLK-GLK-GLK!

My eyes start to roll back in my head as I try & focus on my bully above me fucking my cute little throat like there’s no tomorrow. I could feel her bulging me, pushing my throat open with every thrust as she growled over me.

“That’s it! Nasty fucking whore! FUCK! Take that fucking cock you bitch! You know you love it! Fuckin' dork!” Gash moans, as if I was following her commands I start to bob my head as much as I could in this position, taking every inch of her down my throat as I gagged & drooled all over my bouncing titties and body. I can’t believe I was admitting this but… I was actually enjoying this!

Behind me, somehow, I could hear Roberta and Kimmy giggling to each other and whispering. I couldn’t tell what it was about, but I knew they were there because I could see them reflected in the glass of the bar, my goodness they haven't stopped touching each other since I started sucking Gash. My focus started to go, my eyes crossing, and my head starting to spin due to the lack of oxygen as she thrusted harder and harder, using my hair like a handle as she fucked me.

“Oh fuck! Oh FUCK!” I could feel Gash starting to falter as her thrusts become more rapid and less controlled, and her cock starts to pulse deep down my throat. I don’t know how long it’s been, as my mind has been properly fucked, but as Gash tensed up, and her eyes rolled back, her squeal came as no surprise. “Take my fucking load, you slutty fucking nerd!”

All at once rope after rope of warm, delicious fucking cum began to unload down my throat as Gash started to spasm and shake in front of me, having a huge orgasm as she poured herself down my throat with a loud, high pitched moan, that definitely got a few more eyes on us. The two other women, plus from the sounds of it quite a few more, began to cheer and clap behind us as Gash finished herself off.

As Gash pulled herself out of me with a relieved sigh my tongue rolled out from my lips as a long strand of saliva connected the head of her cock to my tongue, before breaking and landing on my tits as well as a mini pool of a mix of drool and cum. Gash chuckles a bit at the sight, wipes herself off on my face and leans down so her lips were directly next to my ear as she starts to whisper.

“My turn, right?” Gash giggles as she stands up straight and grabs the solo cup full of my death drink, and puts it to my lips. “I dare you to wash my cum down with this…” she says softly as she lifts the drink, she slowly begins to pour it down my throat as I pathetically drink it on my knees.

At first my eyes widen as the poisonous liquid begins to push between my lips, but as wave after wave of it began to push down, and the teasing giggles rang in my ear, I felt myself fall deeper and deeper into the drunken abyss. My eyes went to glass before they rolled back in my skull, my cheeks turned a bright red, and next thing I know I had finished the whole cup, my lips parting from the rim, before I fall back onto the floor.

“Good girl,” I can hear Gash taunt, but it sounded like she was a mile away. Kimmy approaches her girlfriend with her trademark giggle, and I see Gash's strong hands grab her fat Latina bubble butt as they turn away from me.

“Fucking loser…” Kimmy remarks as she suddenly grabs my hair and shoves my face in her ass, she twerks and shimmies for maximum humiliation before she jumps up into Gash's thick arms with a giggle as the two of them disappear into the crowd, leaving me on the floor, lost in a lustful inebriated haze as I giggle to the ceiling.

Now I won’t lie readers… If you were to ask me to actually narrate what happened from here on out? I probably wouldn’t be able to. After the insane amount of alcohol, being pressured into doing drugs for the first time, the lack of oxygen from Gash's hard face-fuck, and just the overall diminished mind state I was in right now? I’m lucky to remember my own name, somehow I can remember certain feelings but that's about it. Most of what I am gonna say is pieced together from what other people at the party told me happened long after the dust settled…

Lying on the ground and giggling deliriously, most everyone else was starting to step over me and just treat me like some average drunken skank who sent too hard and can’t handle her alcohol at a party like this. My eyes were glossy and rolling in my head, make-up ruined, one breast was completely on display, and my red solo cup, previously full of my death drink, had been laid out next to me, completely empty.

My body felt wavy and light, like I was about to be lifted up to the heavens any second (honestly if it wasn't for my healing factor I think that statement would have been very literal). Once my eyes were able to focus for long enough, I caught a glimpse of a beautiful, dark skinned, guardian angel, staring down at me with a wide smirk, as she knelt down next to me and offered her hand.

“Hey there sugar-tits.” Roberta says with a smirk as she grabs my hand that I loosely held out for her. “Why don’t we get you up a little bit?” With that she pulls me up with a strength that made me believe that maybe she had super powers. She pulls me to my feet as I hobble around with jiggly legs and wobbly knees, practically leaning on the much larger woman as she helped lead me to the couch in the center of the party. There was a group of people already on it, but one look from the Queen Bee made them scatter, as she plopped me right down on the couch, and sat next to me with a warm smile.

"Can’t hold your liquor, can you babes?” She asks with a smirk, letting one finger teasingly dance across my chest, playing with the hem of my dress that covered my one breast, before softly trailing over and tracing around my exposed nipple, as I let out a quick bubbly giggle.

“I can so! You guys just tricked me!” While my words were accusatory my tone was much more playful as my giggle fits only continued to grow. Roberta chuckles as I give her a quick light push, before her eyes trail over me again with a hungry, almost predatory look.

“Tricked you? Darling you seem to enjoy every little thing you was doing back there.” she chuckles softly, as one hand started to move onto my thigh, slightly grabbing and squeezing my thick juicy thigh and massaging me, sending a warm feeling of pleasure up my spine into my swimming brain. “Honestly? I really enjoyed it as well, don't worry about Gash she's an idiot.” She lets out a soft growl as she stared me down. A quick blush grew on my cheeks and I giggled again.

“Well… if I’m being honest…” I started to say, a drunken slur to my words as my arms involuntarily began to squeeze my tits together as I looked away awkwardly, really showing off my girls to the Goddess now. “I… was doing it all for you…” I said softly, which caused her to raise an eyebrow, as a knowing smirk grew across her face.

“Oh?” She says, as her hand tracing my nipple became more bold as she squeezed my exposed breast now, as if she was claiming it. “You showed these perfect puppies off for me?” She chuckled again, as I bit my lip and nodded softly. “And what about Gash? Sucking her cock like that… wiggling that fat ass of yours around… what was that for?”

“To show you what I could do…” I whisper softly, as a soft moan escapes my lips while the woman continues to massage my nipple. “To show you what a slut I could be…” The words just flowed out of my mouth now, and I had no control over them. This woman in front of me just seemed to pull these thoughts out of me, and I couldn’t stop!

“You really wanna show me how good of a slut you are?” Roberta asks as she leans in close, and softly starts to nibble at my earlobe. “You wanna be a good lil bunny for Mommy, bitch?”

“I… I do…” I say softly under my breath, a warm blush growing across my cheeks as a quick, goofy grin spreads across my face. My eyes are half lidded and glossy as I stare at the woman, who only starts to chuckle as she stands up tall in front of me, staring down at me with a small smirk.

“I knew a lil hoe like you wouldn’t say no to some good dick.” She remarks, her cool suave voice still ringing teasingly in my ear, even as it starts to turn a bit more cold and degrading. As she fully stood up she began to reach down and starts to hike up the skirt of her dress higher and higher until finally her thick, long, bitch-breaker of a cock was released.

She got a couple side eyes from other party members as she revealed herself but she didn’t seem to care, the only attention that mattered to her right now was mine… and she certainly had my full attention. My eyes went wide, my jaw dropped, and I let out a quick squeal underneath my breath as I saw her in her full glory.

“Holy fuck…” I groaned. “You’re… bigger than Gash...” That was the understatement of the fucking century. Gash was big, sure, but this woman was a fucking tank. Her cock, even half hard, pulsed and throbbed in a way that made Gash look like someone who had been in chastity for over a year. Roberta's cock hung down practically to her knee, and she wasn’t even fully hard yet!

“Ever heard of the term BBC?” she asks with a chuckle as she stepped up close to me with a smirk, her cock swinging teasingly just inches from my face. I nodded slightly in response, my eyes still locked on the beast of a cock in front of me. Rachel only laughed as, swiftly, with one hand she pulled the rest of the top of my dress off, letting both of my tits free, and shoved her cock between them as her head teased my lips. “You wanna experience your first real BBC, now don’t you?” She asks rhetorically, as she pushes herself forward the scent of her fills my mind more than the coke did.

At first I thought maybe I should stop this… that this wasn’t right. I mean, everyone was watching? But as I sat there, and I could feel every throb, every pulse, teasing against my skin and pressing against my tits it all felt so… amazing! I have never felt so hot, or so wanted, ever in my life! Whether as Spider-Girl or Petra! Maybe it was the alcohol talking but…

“I wanna taste you...” I moaned softly as I opened my mouth and wrapped my thick, plump lips around the head of her cock, and I started to bob my head as much as I could, letting the movement cause my tits to jiggle and clap against her cock as it slit between them.

SCHLURP! SCHLURP! SCHLURP!

“Mmmmm… Fuck!” Roberta moaned as one hand started to move down and brush my hair with her thumb, a quick chuckle escaping her lips as she softly began to pump her hips, bulging my throat a bit as she pushed herself deeper and deeper inside of me. “I can’t believe I let that meathead Gash get to you first, this throat is divine!” She says with a chuckle, which only causes me to blush. "I should have been the one who christened it don't you think my good little slut?"

As her teases began to settle in my ear, at first I was feeling slightly embarrassed. Her words and exaggerated moans were bringing more attention to us as the parties center, more and more people began to turn and stare. But as I looked up and met the gaze of this Goddess of a woman, as she stared down at me… I knew it was wrong but I felt so… HOT!

I closed my eyes softly and, with a small moan myself that was muffled since my lips were clenched around her cock, I started to bob my head at a nice and consistent pace, letting wet sloppy slurps and gulps echo in the room, and echo in my brain, as every small movement I made pulled a quick reaction out of Roberta, which only turned me on even more.

“Oh fuck! That’s it! Suck that fucking cock you hoe! Suck it! SUCK it! *Ngh* Ugh... Fuck yeah baby girl!” Her confident and suave voice became slightly more higher pitched and cracked as her pleasure continued to grow. Somehow I could still feel her cock growing even bigger and thicker between my lips, skewering me and splitting me apart. At this point she was practically as big as the freaking Rhino!

My eyes rolled back slightly as the Goddess continued to pump her hips, taking a second to get used to her tempo, before I start to bob my head at a similar speed to double her pleasure. My tongue rolled and slid across her shaft, stimulating as much of her sensitive spots as I could possibly reach, as I do my best to pull this woman closer and closer to orgasm.

SCHLURP! SCHLURP! SCHLURP! GLKGLKGLKGLKGLK! *MPH* MMMMM! SCHLURP! SCHLURP! SCHLURP!

“Ah! OH-! Holy fuck!” She moaned out in loud, high pitched squeals as her thrusts became much less controlled and more rough as she started to fully fuck my face. My eyes crossed and my entire body started to melt as the woman took full control of me, losing herself to her own pleasure. Drool began to dribble from my lips down onto my fat bouncing tits, coating them in a mix of saliva and precum that shined underneath the LEDs in the room.

After a couple minutes of this makeup-ruining throat-fuck Roberta clenched her fist in my hair and bit her lip to steel herself as all movements stopped, and slowly she ripped her cock from between my lips with a loud groan, her eyes staring up to the ceiling for a second as her body still shook in pleasure.

I let out a couple gags and a soft gasp of “AH-!” as my lips unclenched around her dick, and for a second my eyes focused up on the woman in lustful bliss above me… but then my mind wandered to the crowd we had drawn. A circle had formed around the two of us as a ton of drunken party-goers had stopped what they were doing to watch us, giggling and cheering at the scene as they spoke among themselves.

“Who brought the slutty bunny?”

“The Queen got another one, huh?”

“Now it’s a party! Get it girl!”

The words rang in my ear and I felt a bright red blush grow on my cheeks as my heart began to race. Quickly I averted eye contact with Roberta as she only let out a teasing growl, before leaning in close to me, practically pressing her lips against my ear as she whispered, in a cool, but dominant voice:

“Get your pretty ass up and lay down on that couch…” She whispers, before giving my neck a couple soft kisses and nibbling my earlobe, which feels so good it pulls another moan out of me. “I wanna fuck that little brown pussy in front of everyone…” As she bent over I could feel her cock resting against my stomach, still hard and throbbing at full strength as it teasingly pulsed against me. She hasn’t cum yet… It’s only fair, right? I bit my lip hard, nodded softly, and began to stand up with a roar of applause from the audience around us.

As I got to my feet again I still felt the waviness of my drunken, coke-headed bimbo state. I practically fell over as soon as I stood up but Roberta grabbed me with both hands, one on my ass and one wrapped around my body, holding my left breast, as she held me up with a chuckle. I just stared up at her with a soft bitten lip, before I steadied myself and moved into position.

I walked to the side of the couch and, slowly, I bent myself over the arm rest, arching my back hard so my fat ass popped even more in this tiny, slutty bunny suit. I let out a very soft moan as I felt Roberta get behind me, and her strong, dominant hands began to massage my bubble butt.

“Damn baby…” she says with a wry chuckle, giving my ass a couple playful smacks to make it jiggle even more. “Gash called you a nerd with a body like this?” She laughs again, and for a second I bite my lip real hard, before a gasp gets pulled out of me as I feel her hands dig into my fishnet bottoms and rip them apart, creating a hole just above my now gushing cunt, putting it on full display for her. “You look like a pretty little sorority hoe to me!” She remarks, giving my ass another quick smack that's a little harder than the others.

I let out a sharp yelp at her spank, but then bite my lip and smile wide as I start to nod and slowly twerk my ass around for her, giving the woman more of a show as she teases me behind me. I wanted to speak, say something sexy, but as my eyes wandered and I saw the crowd of people start to gather around us my heart sank again, and I felt my throat get caught in fear.

“Good girl, let me show you what sorority hoes are good for…” I gasp as I feel her line up the head of her cock with my pretty little slit, threatening to skewer me with the biggest natural cock I’ve ever had! For a second I pause, hesitant as I grip into the couch cushions… then all at once Roberta makes her move. She grabs me by the hair and forces me to look up at the crowd, and they get a great view as my eyes roll back and my face contorts as the Goddess fully shoves herself inside of me with one swift thrust.

“OH MY GAWD!” I scream out in a loud and high pitched squeal as my entire body starts to shiver, I'm pretty sure I immediately came just at her initial thrust. My legs start to buck and shake, my mind melts even more than it already has, and my eyes stare off blankly into the crowd as they roar again in applause as Roberta claims her prize.

“You a fucking tight one too, aintcha?” she growls as she holds herself still, for only a second, to get used to the feel of me. “Let me fix that for you babygirl!” She groans as she starts to thrust now, her hips moving in perfect rhythm as every smack of my ass against her hips pulls me further and further into a hypnotic bliss.

“Oh fuck! Oh FUCK! Oh my fucking Gawd! AH! OH-! Oh my GOD! FUCK YES!” I scream out in loud, high pitched moans as this Goddess of a woman takes me and claims me as her own. It honestly hurts like fuck, like imagine shoving a tube of Pringles or something like that up there raw, but the pleasure outweighs the pain and I'm certainly not going to tell her to stop. My eyes, half focused and glossy, stared out to the crowd as they watched and whispered among themselves, I see several wide eyes and hands over mouths along with a few people beginning to touch themselves.

“Holy fuck! Look at her go!”

“I’ve never seen anyone fuck Rachel without breaking…”

“Oh my God! She’s such a slut!”

At first their words only made my heart sink deeper into my chest as a bright red blush grew across my cheeks in embarrassment, but very quickly that was pulled away as Roberta's thrusts began to pick up, pulling my thoughts back to the intense pleasure the woman behind me was giving me.

“You know they right baby,” she leans down and whispers in my ear, her hips still pounding themselves behind me as she fucks my brains into mush. “You a dirty little slut, aintcha?” She taunts again, giving my cheek a quick loving kiss that only sent my mind spiraling.

“Ugh FUCK! I’m a… AH! I’m a…” The words try and leave my mouth but every thrust was driving me crazy. Did I really want to say that in front of this crowd? Was I gonna publicly humiliate myself like that? Well... even more than I already was?

A huge smirk grew on Roberta's face as she stood up straight again and began to thrust hard now, a wicked grin on her face that made the crowd roar again. “What are you? Huh?” She emphasized her statement with another strong spank that caused my entire body to jolt and I let out a little squeal. “Say it. Scream it! Admit it! Tell us all what the fuck you are!” At this point her thrusts were faster than anything I had ever felt before, yet her movements were still controlled like a well oiled machine, in a perfect rhythm that gave me no time to breathe, or even think. Finally… I gave in.

“I’m a slutty fucking bunny desperate for this fat black cock!” I scream out in a high pitched moan as my entire body shakes and, like a release, I feel myself explode on the woman’s cock as she pounded me. My eyes went so wide I briefly thought they might actually fall out of my head and I let out a loud squeal that made the crowd roar again. Roberta had to physically hold me up as I violently convulsed while she continued to fuck me through my earth shattering orgasm.

"That's it baby let it all out, you're such a good girl!” She groans as she continues to fuck me, staring down at me with an intense hunger that made my Spidey senses tingle a little , but I was in no position to fight it off. “Keep going slut! Come on I love when a hoe knows how to talk dirty!” Another spank cracked against my ass cheek that practically brought life back to my body and mind.

“Ugh! I-! I’m a dumb little bunny slut! Ugh! I deserve to be used, I'm your little whore Mommy! AH! Fuck yes!” I groan as every thrust pulls my sensitive pussy more and more towards another orgasm as her unrelenting thrusts kept pounding me from behind. “I’m a whore! I’m YOUR whore! FUCK! I love being your fucking slut-bunny Mommy! AH! FUCK! Don’t stop! Please don’t fucking stop!”

Roberta didn’t speak, but instead decided to respond with a growl and a chuckle. At this point I felt her hands move from grabbing my arms to my waist, digging her thumbs into the fat of my ass as she started to push herself down, thrusting at such high speeds and force that my mind went totally blank for a second.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

This insatiable woman had a technique I definitely wasn’t prepared for… she was practically built for breaking women down and turning them into her playthings, and I had fallen right into that trap, even my super stamina was no match for her power. As my eyes looked around, unfocused at the scene, I saw women and Futa alike giggling and taunting my position, a couple phone cameras out which... isn't great for me, but I was unable to stop any of it as the woman behind me was in full control.

I felt Roberta's hands grab into my fishnets again and, with a small growl, she pulled the rest of the fabric off of my body and threw it to the side as she continued her elite performance, and I couldn’t help but fall for her dominance as she continued to claim me.

“Fuck yeah! Ugh! Ooooooh! FUCK! You like that Mommy? Huh? You like ripping off my slutty fucking clothes? Huh? You want me naked forever so you can use me whenever you want? FUCK! Fuck me Mommy! Fuck me until I pass out! Fuck! ME!” I groan out as my eyes stare to the ceiling, and all at once I feel Roberta push down with her thumbs as she pushes me over the arm rest and practically breaks my back at the force, following me down onto the couch as she lays me down flat, thrusting down into me with a smirk on her face.

She leans down again, her lips right against my ear as she whispers another message to me, one only I needed to know assy from the audience: “Cum again for me, slut.” She whispered, and I started to bite my lip and nod again. “Cum for me right now, and I’ll breed that little bunny pussy like you know you want me to.”

For half a second my eyes widened at her words. I… I didn’t want that! Not in front of this horny audience... But right now I was far too lost in the pleasure this woman was giving me for me to deny her. My tongue rolled out of my mouth, and I stared off into the distance as I started to shake my hips like a stripper as she pounded into me.

“Yes Mommy! YES MOMMY! Ugh! Breed me! Breed me! Breed that pussy like it’s yours Mommy! FUCK ME!” I squeal, the words leaving my mouth involuntarily as she pounds me into the couch.

I feel her hand crack down hard on my ass again, as she screams out: “Cum for Mommy, slut!”

“Yes Mommy! I-I-I’M CUMMING!” I moan as my body explodes into another mind-shattering orgasm, fully shaking and shivering underneath the weight of this woman as I feel her start to finally unload herself deep inside of me, filling my womb with her potent seed.

For a second I thought this was it… the woman had already filled my unprotected womb, and I had been properly fucked silly in front of a crowd of my classmates that now only saw me as a cheap slab of meat. Thanks to my powers my recovery time was quite fast, so I started to feel the tingles start to fade and that’s when I felt it… Roberta was still hard! Goddamn these Futas really are built different!

I felt her warm breath dancing across my back as she took a quick second to recover, but then I heard a deep, booming chuckle as she sat herself back up straight, letting out a soft groan as she looked over to the crowd watching us and pulled her dress over her head releasing her huge tits.

“Are you all entertained yet?” She screams, like a gladiator in the arena, as the rest of the crowd cheers in response. “Because I don’t think our little slut-bunny has had enough!” She says, grabbing me by the hair and yanking my head up to look her deep in the eyes, pulling me into the moment as the dominant woman takes control once again. “Do you think we’re done, sugartits?” She asks, emphasizing her statement by thrusting herself slowly inside of me, giving me a good feel of her rock hard cock still pulsing in my cunt.

“N-no Mommy... Not done…” I whisper softly, breathlessly. And before I know it I start to shake my hips and throw my ass back at the woman, which caused large smirks to grow on both of our faces. “We’re not done yet” I say a little louder, to the applause of our adoring audience.

“Good girl…” Roberta whispers down to me, planting a kiss on my lips that I held for a second too long as my mind wanders into submission for this incredible woman once again. When she pulls back she growls and I feel her arm wrap around my stomach with a teasing growl. “Then let’s give these thirsty bitches a REAL show.”

All at once I feel her lift me up off the couch with ease, and I couldn’t help but giggle a bit as she wraps her arms around each of my legs and practically folds me in half, splaying me completely open putting every inch of my body on display for the onlookers as they stare at me, tits out, pussy filled with big black cock, and a face of pure bliss.

“Oh Mommy! So fucking naughty!” I groan, but before I could say anything else she started to thrust again, bending her legs slightly to get better balance as she fucked herself up into me, pushing her cum even deeper inside of me as she thrusted in hard fast motions, as she also bounces my body like a ragdoll in her hands. My eyes roll back in my head as I’m manhandled in such a way, my drunken mind couldn’t understand anything more than the fact that I was a mere toy made for this woman’s pleasure.

“Holy-! F-Fuck! Holy FUCK! Oh my... GOD! YES! FUCK ME HARDER MOMMY!! FUCK ME FOREVER!” I scream, and as if she was following my command she bent her knees slightly more and began thrusting herself up harder and faster, schlicking herself in and out of my pussy with no mercy. “OH my Gawd! YesYesYesYesYesYesYES! Thank you Mommy! Oh my Gawd! Holy fuck! Just like that! Fuck me just like that Mommy! FUCK!”

“You love that BBC in your guts, don’t you babygirl?” I heard Roberta growl from behind me, before quickly she gives a rough slap to my right tit that pulled a quick yelp out of me again. “Say it! Tell the nice people!” She moaned as she continued to spear herself inside of me.

“YES! I love it! I love that fat black cock fucking my tight little cunt! YES! I’m a total cumslut for BBC! I’m a slut! Oh my GOD YES I’m a slut for you Mommy! I… I…” Every word out of my mouth mixed with her harsh thrusts only brought me deeper down into a blissful depravity, and before I knew it… “I’M CUMMING AGAIN! I'M CUMMING FOR YOU MOMMY!!”

I heard the crowd cheer once again like I just scored the winning goal in the big game as my body shook in the hands of my beautiful partner, my toes curling, thighs jiggling, cunt clamping down and titties bouncing like crazy as the Goddess pounded me through yet another orgasm, I have no idea how many times I've came already but it definitely feels like double digits at this point. My mind was lost, swimming in a vast ocean of pleasure as my glossy, unfocused eyes scanned the crowd. Most were randoms I have never seen before (and hopefully won't see again after this extremely humiliating display), mostly upperclassmen, all screaming and yelling in joyful surprise as their leader was fucking my brains out. But for a second, and only a second, my eyes focused on one particular face in the crowd as she stared at the depraved scene, drink in one hand, the other covering her wide mouth and a look of pure shock and disappointment on her face.

“Gwen…?” I whispered in a soft, mewling voice. She must have heard me, or maybe read my lips, because as soon as I said that her face turned a bright red, her shiny big brown eyes quickly looked away, and she turned and stomped herself into the crowd and disappeared from my eyesight. My heart utterly shattered as I stare at the spot where she was standing, but my focus was quickly pulled back as Roberta's powerful thrusts returned my attention to the Goddess.

“What happened, sugartits? Saw a ghost?” She giggled as if she knew exactly what just happened. I was going to speak before she cut me off, moving down to the floor as she laid down and turned my body to face her with a quick yelp. She looked up at me, put her arms behind her head and chuckled in a more relaxed state as she grinned. “You know what? I’m getting tired baby… why don’t you be a good slut and ride me?” She says with teasing, glowing eyes.

It took a second for me to respond, my heart racing in my chest as I’m pulled in two different ways… depressed longing, and pure uninhibited lust. But as I felt the monster cock throb inside of me, teasing me, my mind pulled itself firmly in one direction.

“Yes Mommy…” I groan, not quite as into it as I was before but we've come this far so we might as well finish, as I reposition myself into a squatting position I start to bounce up and down at a decently fast pace, making sure every inch of her cock got stimulated as I pushed myself up, basically to the head of her cock, before dropping back down.

PLOP! PLOP! PLOP! PLOP!

“That’s my girl,” Roberta whispers up to me, watching my titties bounce around freely and clap together with that same teasing grin. “Ride it, take my dick like a good slut! You know you love it,” She whispers, I couldn’t help but bite my lip & nod as I followed along with her words. Every second went by my bounces became faster, more excited as I rode her monster cock and milked her with my tight fucking pussy.

“Yes Mommy!” I finally spoke, choking out a couple words as the image of Gwen flashed from my mind and my focus returned to the Goddess below me. “I love this fucking cock! I wanna ride you! Wanna please you! Wanna make you fucking cum again, Mommy!” I moan, my slutty nature once again taking over as I fuck myself on her, using this woman as my own personal dildo.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! You feel so fucking big inside me Mommy!” I moan, my eyes blurring as my riding becomes more lustful and exaggerated. “With this BIG! *PLOP* “Black! *PLOP* COCK!” *PLOP PLOP! PLOP! PLOP!* I started to twerk my ass around and flip my hair to give my body more movement, and I could tell it was working. Roberta had started to let out low groans beneath me, chuckling slightly as she watched my titties clap as the quiet nerd from before debased herself like a true slut.

“Keep going baby… Mommy's almost there…” She whispers as she stares up at me with her glowing, confident gaze. I just bite my lip and nod as I start to bounce myself faster and faster… not even realizing as I pull myself, once again, to another mind shattering orgasm as I fuck myself into pieces on top of her.

“OH MY GAAAAAAAWD!” I scream out as my back arches hard, and I start to grind uncontrollably on top of the Goddess as I massage my tits with both hands, tongue hanging out of my mouth like a dog, eyes rolled back, as I soak her pelvis with my own juices from cumming again.

The display only made Roberta chuckle a bit, and as soon as I came down from my orgasmic high she tapped on my forehead and, with a growl, said “Why don’t you finish me off with those fat tits of yours?” She says, her eyes moving to my tits, jiggling and bouncing in the open air. “Hate for you to pass out before you get your reward.”

I bit my lip and nodded softly as I slowly pulled myself off of the woman’s dick, legs and thighs shaking and trembling as I do so, before practically falling to the side once I had fully pulled unskewered myself. I heard a small murmur of laughter from the crowd that made me blush, but Roberta grabbed my chin and forced me to look up at her, though her massive cock practically eclipsed her face.

“Focus on me. You’re MY slut. Remember?” I just nod silently. “Then tit-fuck me, cow. Show me what these milkers are good for.” She says, slapping another one of my breasts which causes me to yelp slightly, but gives me enough energy to wrap my tits around the woman and start to bounce softly, using my own juices as lube.

“You… you like my tits, Mommy?” I ask softly, doing my best to get my confidence back even though I could feel my head starting to get dizzy, and my body getting weaker by the second. If the Goddess didn’t cum quick then I would have failed… and I didnt want that! “You like having your cock stroked by my fat cow tits, Mommy? Huh? Am I being a good fucking slut bunny for you?”

She bit her lip and nodded as she leaned back on the floor, growling a bit as her hips bucked and her cock throbbed beneath my tits. I could tell she was close, as she opened her mouth to speak but her words were caught by a soft moan.

“Come on Mommy! Cum! Please! Give this fat tittied cow slut your hot, tasty cum!” My moans became more high pitched and desperate as my tits bounced faster and faster on her cock, my eyes locked with hers as, finally, her eyes rolled back, her jaw dropped, and her hips bucked as rope after rope of her delicious cum painted my face and tits and I let out a tiny squeal that harmonized with her moans.

For a second I just held that position, my tongue licking up as much cum as possible as the impossible amount coated and soaked my slutty body. I heard yells and screams and cheers all around me from the party but… all at once I started to feel dizzy, and wavy... I don't know if it was just the extreme exhaustion or also coming down from the coke but whatever the answer my body finally gave out on me, the next thing I knew I had fallen backwards off of Roberta and landed flat on my back as I stared up at the now blurry ceiling.

As I stared I saw three figures once again enter my eye line. One was Roberta, as her thick, softening cock still dripped cum down onto my body as she stood naked and proud in the room. The other two was a tall jock and petite Latina couple, both hand in hand as they approached the Queen & spoke… as soon as they did I recognized their voice.

“Did we deliver or what?” Gash said with a smug voice, which just caused Kimmy to giggle teasingly next to her. “I told you she was gonna be a grade-A slut for you.” she continues, as the three women turn their attention down to me. My heart sank again as even in my delirious intoxicated state I realized what has actually happened tonight, and it sank even more so as I heard Roberta sigh and then speak up again.

“You two did good. One prime fuck doll delivered? Your hazing is officially over.” She announced as she walked between the two women, wrapped her arms around both of their waists and started to lead them away from me. “Welcome to Kappa-Upsilon-Mu.” The crowd around them erupts and roars again, welcoming their new sisters before they start to disperse.

“Uh… what about the skank?” Kimmy asks as she stares down at my cum soaked body… but I was too tired to really fight back or even say anything, as all I could do was moan and shake on the ground as I stared up at them. "I didn't even get to cum in or on her."

"You'll get first go at her next time babe," Gash chuckles.

'Next time'? Yeah right, I'm never coming anywhere near this vapid pit of depravity after tonight let alone letting these nasty fuckers ever touch me again.

“Oh… right.” Roberta says in a voice that sounded like she had already forgotten me. “Tina! Sara!” She screams out as two more figures run into my view. “Bring her into a guest bedroom and get her a quick change of clothes for when she wakes up. But nothing too fancy remember she's just a cheap doll! Now ladies I believe we have a party to get back to.” I heard the two women agree and then next thing I knew I felt one grab my arms, the other grab my legs, as they lead me through the party. Both were still taunting and teasing me before they plop me down pathetically on a random guest bed and they start looking for an outfit suitable for a worthless slut like me...

As the room spins I can only curse myself out for actually trusting Gash and her giggly little piece, I should have listened to Harriette about not letting Gash goad me into something I'll regret. The thing is I already knew those two were assholes, the part that really hurts is Roberta. I genuinely believed she was different, that she was special, I thought we really connected but she just used me to get off humiliating me in front of everyone then tossed me aside like a dirty cum rag.

Oh Gwen, I'm so sorry...

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As Petra wallows in the effects of her nights, both physical and emotional, across town a discreet business deal is getting underway...

Standing in the middle of a giant lab, one that she rarely ever visits in person, Fisk had been studying the grounds for any sort of traps that may be in her way… which was common practice whenever a woman as powerful as her went anywhere. She had armed security lining all of the walls and any open doors, with the huge imposing Tombstone right by her side watching over her, but this was still rarely ever enough.

She paced the room as she watched and studied the experiments in their chambers, writhing and moaning pathetically as chemical reactions exploded within their bodies. Weak, spineless specimens… at least that’s how Fisk saw them.

Fisk was becoming impatient, she always despised waiting, and this client had begun to get on her last nerve. After a couple of minutes Fisk was about to call her caravan of guards to leave, but almost as if on cue, the lab door opened and the person she had been waiting on finally sauntered in.

“You know I hate to be kept waiting.” Fisk says in a cold, domineering voice as she approached the much taller woman, arms crossed, and a growl escaped her lips. "My time is incredibly precious."

“Oh I am SO VERY sorry.” The woman replies, though her voice was much more sarcastic than truthful. “But you know how it is Willa darling, work never sleeps." Fisk grips her cane tighter and growls, she absolutely HATES people calling her Willa instead of Fisk or Queenpin, as Norma continues completely unbothered. "I had to finish a bit of damage control from one of my lead scientists I was forced to fire today.” She continues, rolling her eyes I'm disdain as she approaches one of the containment units which was currently dimmed by a black light.

“I don’t care for your excuses, Osborne.” Fisk growls as she approaches the unit as well, staring into the plexiglass, Tombstone cracks her knuckles which only makes Norma roll her eyes. “All I care about is results.”

“While our last experiment may not have gone as expected, we certainly got the desired results.” Osborne explains as she flicks a couple buttons and switches on the control panel, causing all of the lights in the room to turn red, and a small alarm to go off that makes the armed guards nervous but phases none of the three women. “Though, with the help of my lovely partner Doctor Octavius, I think we have made some more… controlled improvements.”

As she flicks the last switch the light inside the containment unit flickers on to reveal its occupant. As soon as it does a wicked smirk flickers across Fisk's round face as she puts one hand against the glass, staring at the prime specimen inside. “She’s beautiful...," before finally turning her eyes back to the busty milf, “What do you call this one?”

Norma smirks and chuckles softly at Fisk’s reaction. “I call her The Scorpion.” She answers as the women watch what was happening inside the room. “While, with the Rhino, we mainly focused on biological enhancements such as size and durability, it was Olivia's idea to integrate more... robotic features.”

"I trust the kind of features our little mutual problem won’t be able to handle.” Fisk adds, Norma nods slightly with a smile, as she continues to explain.

“Enhanced strength, speed, and stamina, much like our previous candidate, but much more agile & coordinated and not to as large of a scale in case she tries to rebel and break free like the Rhino did.” Osborne remarks with a small shrug, though Fisk grumbles something under her breath and grips her ornate cane as it was obviously a much bigger deal to her. “The tail comes equipped with a non-lethal injection, infused with pheromones created specifically for our horny little spider-friend. One injection, and that little experiment stealing bitch will be on her knees begging like a dog.” She finishes with a cold chuckle, before flicking a couple switches again as the lights in the containment unit shuts off. “Shall we discuss payment?” Norma casually asks, turning to Fisk who just chuckles.

“Ten million dollars will be discreetly wired to you directly, and another ten million will be publicly donated to help fund your company.” Fisk says with a smile as she continues to stare at her latest investment.

“As always… pleasure doing business with you, Ms. Fisk.” Norma says, practically bowing down to the short woman in front of her, which causes the blonde to chuckle smugly.

“Likewise.”