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🕑 Added 2018-10-28 11:19:19 +0000 UTC“Dr. Stacy,” Carlton Drake said quietly, drying his mouth with a napkin. “What can you tell me about symbiotes?”
Sitting across from him at a back table in the bistro where they’d just eaten a hearty lunch, Gwen Stacy took a long gulp of water from her glass. In the interval, she furnished her thoughts.
It had been a long time since she’d been involved with Peter Parker, but Carlton Drake reminded her of him, with his own quiet studiousness and fiercely spiraling thinking. But whereas Peter came up for air, most especially with her, Drake seemed to turn deeper and deeper inward, plunging into recesses inside himself where Gwen could lose sight of him, only for him to bring back true genius when he returned to the light.
She didn’t know if she had the same depths to plum within herself. Part of her hoped she didn’t. He always seemed to trail something out of those chthonian gulfs that he plummeted into, while Peter had been bright as the sun.
“Well, going by the sample you’ve brought to us here in New York, I would say they’re gestalt organisms. Your notes said that you forced mitosis with electroshock treatment, but I think all you did was force the… the Venom symbiote to break up into component parts, each one responsible for bonding with a different portion of the host’s anatomy. My guess would be you’ve sent these other ‘symbiotes’ to other labs, and each one of them consistently ‘bonds’ with only a single anatomical aspect. Maybe the heart, the lungs, or the liver…”
“And what does yours bond with?” Drake asked, his darkly gleaming eyes giving no indication whether she was right or wrong.
“The reproductive system,” Gwen said forthrightly. “We believe the symbiote is meant to reproduce via and alongside the host, gestating its own spawn along with the—in this case—human fetus. So this partial symbiote increases its host’s hormones, stimulates arousal, and increases… size. It puts them into heat, basically. The problem we’re facing is that, without the rest of the symbiote stabilizing the host, their system isn’t strong enough to take the changes. We have to separate them with sonics before the host dies.”
“Inexact match?” Drake asked.
“No, they’re stable, just—inordinately focused on the mating process. We’ve attempted to facilitate that, but as soon as the subjects begin mating, the symbiosis becomes unstable. I need the other parts of the symbiote to completely stabilize the process.”
“That’s out of the question,” Drake said. “Find a stronger host. Whatever it takes.”
***
His costume blending into the shadows until he was a vague impression of red and blue movement more than any human shape, Peter alighted on the rooftop of the Life Foundation building, crouching atop a parapet to scan the grounds. Nothing looked out of the ordinary, and his spider-sense didn’t mention anything about a trap. And there was the skylight, louvered open to allow in ventilation just as Gwen had promised. He dismounted in a slick flip, landing beside it and poking his head down into the building. Still nothing from his spider-sense: he could see cameras, but they were powered down, with no lights to say they were recording. Now or never, Parker…
He descended down into the building on a webline, finding that the massive open-floor warehouse had been converted into a series of pens and corridors, with several ominous closed off modular installations that could only be laboratories. It reminded him of the backroom of some big-box store, with equipment and supplies stacked high on huge shelves that formed the twists and turns of the building’s floor plan. As well, there were plastic-wrapped slates piled high over wooden pallets, nestled between shelves and off to the sides of them. On top of one, a chemlight faintly glowed. From the ground, invisible, but easy as hell to see from the air. Giving his webline a little flick, Peter arced back and forth through the air, then let go to land alongside the pallet. Gwen was standing there, right next to him.
Startled, she walked back a few steps. She had a flowing walk with her hips undulating freely under her lab coat. Above her trim waist, her breasts loomed large, exquisitely shaped to undulate with each step. The rest of her figure was equally well-formed, young and supple, fitting naturally into a shape that most women would need a girdle to pull off. But her face truly sealed the deal, with a pretty little snub nose and wide, sensual lips. They quirked into a smile to see him.
“You made it,” she said, then schooled her face into a more solemn expression. “It’s not safe for me to talk to you. They watch me outside of work. But I don’t think they’d ever suspect I’d bring you here to talk.”
“Where is here?” Peter asked. “What’s this facility even doing?”
“Human trials,” Gwen said. “Illegal ones. Come with me, I can show you everything.”
Peter went with her as she led him to a freestanding office in a clearing on the floor, reminding him of those portable classrooms in high school. Inside, it was mostly an office, complete with a couch facing a television, but there was also something like a water cooler in the corner, high-tech and metallic, with the container full of some black liquid substance. Peter would’ve scrutinized it more closely, but Gwen had sat down on the couch and was holding the remote.
“Here. Sit down. This will bring you up to speed.”
She powered on the TV and, with another remote, pressed play. The blue screen flickered seamlessly to a video, surprisingly clear and well-lit, almost professional. The man on the screen was five foot nine, but he looked much bigger. His bare torso muscularly overdeveloped, giving a great impression of size, with a head full of almost glistening dark hair and a similarly blackened tan. He was wearing only loose drawstring pants; the fine hairs of his chest gleamed in the light. His brown eyes seemed to smolder as he stared at the camera, evidently giving whoever was holding it the once-over. And he was obviously liking what he saw.
“That’s Lopez,” Gwen said. “He was one of the first test cases—“
Gwen’s voice was cut off by a voice from the television. It was feminine, quailing in a slightly neurotic way. Peter recognized it as one of Gwen’s friends from work—Dora Skirth. “The date is October 12th, 2017. Subject is Timothy Lopez, interviewer Dora Skirth. Mr. Lopez, could you tell me how you’re feeling right now?”
Lopez said nothing, continuing his lascivious stare beyond the camera. It was almost as if he were looking at Peter, or Gwen. Peter glanced over at Gwen, and saw her staring back at the screen, riveted like a child watching a favorite cartoon.
“Mr. Lopez,” Dora continued, “in your journal entries, you’ve reported an increase in sexual desire and desire for physical exertion. We’ve seen you make increased use of the exercise room, watch a number of movies with sexual themes, and if I may say so, a marked increase in self-gratification. Do you have any comment there?”
Lopez still said nothing. His silence was deafening; Peter and Gwen heard Dora’s breathing pick up instead, air hissing in and out of her as she held the camera on Lopez. An unbidden thought entered Peter’s head: Dora’s chest heaving as she breathed through parted lips, moistly set in a flushed face. Somewhat like Gwen looked as she watched the video, entranced.
“Mr. Lopez?” Dora asked again, and Peter realized that Gwen had mouthed the words with her.
Lopez canted his head to the side. “Come here,” he said firmly, his voice as deep and as cold as the bottom of a well.
After a pause, Dora came out from behind the camera, leaving it evidently on some sort of tripod as it continued recording. She was very beautiful, with long slender legs like Gwen’s and a glow in her eyes that mesmerized as she looked back at the camera, broadcasting nervousness and excitement in equal measure.
“Strip,” Lopez demanded.
Dora shrugged her lab coat off her shoulders, then lifted up her shirt and lowered her pants. She was wearing no bra. She stood there, facing away from the camera, darling and daring in her shoes, socks, and a pair of pink panties.
Peter’s cock leapt up. Gwen curled her hand around it and gently plied him with long, light strokes.
Lopez turned Dora around, making her face the camera, revealing surprisingly full, lush breasts billowing from her slender chest. Dora was trying to cover them with her arms, some vestige of embarrassment on her lustful face as she perversely enjoyed her own mortification, but Lopez wrapped his arms around her from behind and pried her hands away, leaving her bare to the camera. His hands ran over her cleavage, Dora quivering as he explored her intimately, both frightened and aroused, her eyes flickering to the camera in frightful awareness of her vulnerability, then lapsing closed as she enjoyed herself anyway.
“You too,” Lopez said to the camera, and another woman passed it, walking up to Dora as Lopez’s hands drifted down her hips, stripping her of her panties and opening up her vulva. Peter could only see the back of the woman’s blonde head as she embraced Dora in a kiss, her fingers dropping down to Dora’s spread sex.
“Holy shit,” Peter exclaimed, his eyes glued to the screen.
The sight was having the effect that Gwen had hoped for. She slid down to her knees, taking Peter’s growing erection in both hands and running her tongue over the bulge that his cockhead made in his pants. Peter made no response other than groaning, prompting Gwen to skim his pants down from his waist and clasp his bared erection. A clear drop of precum oozed from the tip and she teased it up eagerly with her tongue.
“Who’s that—who’s that other woman?” Peter asked, now seeing her kiss Lopez over Dora’s shoulder, while still pistoning her fingers inside of Dora’s cunt. One of Lopez’s hands was on her hip, the other groping Dora’s bare ass.
Gwen didn’t answer. She was far too busy sucking him off, her mouth loud and wet on his delicious cock. She couldn’t help herself, tongue smacking, throat gurgling, stomach growling as she crammed his prick down her throat.
His member grew even stiffer to answer her desire, throbbing against the roof of her mouth. Gwen stripped as she continued mouthing it. As naked as she could get without letting one inch of Peter’s erection out of her mouth, Gwen thrust her hand down between her thighs and rubbed her wet cunt without shame, plunging her fingers as deep into her pussy as Peter’s manhood was down her throat.
“W-what are we doing?” Dora was pleading onscreen. Gwen could hear but not see. “This is—no, this is wrong… we have to stop…”
“Stop?” came Lopez’s husky voice. “From the way your tight little cunt is sucking on her fingers, it seems like you want more. Blondie, why don’t you give her your tongue—see if that’s enough for her. Get her good and ready for my cock.”
A moment later, Dora was squealing. “Unnh! Oh, God, you’re driving me crazy!”
Gwen let Peter’s cock out of her mouth for just a second, keeping her face pressed up against it as she spoke. “Scoot to the edge of your seat. Spread your legs. I want your balls too.”
Peter did as she asked. Gwen spat into her left hand and began massaging his scrotum, breathing in more of his musk as his aroused sweat permeated the air. Gwen loved playing with Peter’s huge balls, she always had, but her main goal was what was inside them. She turned slightly, watching the video out of the corner of her eye, as she sensed Peter’s cum roiling and heating inside his throbbing testicles.
On screen, Dora’s hips were thrashing, her legs kicking wildly at nothing as she lay back on the floor and the blonde licked her pussy with long, wet swipes of her tongue. Standing over them, Lopez lowered his trousers to reveal a raging hard-on, every inch of it an inky black that extended over his pelvis and clashed with the surrounding Caucasian skin tone.
The blonde looked up at him, mumbling when she spoke, unwilling to pull her lips completely away from Dora’s cunt. “Can’t you wait a little? Her pussy tastes sooooo good…”
“Feels like I’ve been waiting years to sink my cock into that sweet cunt,” he groaned. He fisted his hand in the blonde’s golden hair and forced her away, bringing her mouth to his cockhead instead. “You can play with her pussy all you want after I fill it with my cum.”
Dora’s eyes shot open as a long line of saliva trailed brokenly between her womanhood and the blonde’s mouth. “You… you can’t fuck me… I have a boyfriend… you can’t…”
“He can and he will,” the blonde breathed, hugging Lopez’s cock tightly to her face, nestling up to its hardness like she was nuzzling a treasured pet. “Just look at the size of this thing. It’s a monster, Dora. Just imagine what it’ll feel like inside that cunt of yours. You’ve never had anything even half this size, have you? I almost envy you—not even knowing how good a big cock can feel…”
Dora shook her head meekly, though Peter couldn’t tell if she was admitting she had never been penetrated so hugely or begging off the experience. As the blonde returned to eating her out, her head froze, her mouth dropping open. “Are you… are you sure I should? I’ve never—“
“You have a woman’s body,” the blonde said. “It’s time for you to use it to be a woman.” She kissed and licked at Dora’s pussy for another few seconds, until Dora was on the brink of climax, then she left her there. She looked up at Lopez instead, Dora’s juices dripping off her chin. “Lie down. Let her ride you.”
“I like the way you think,” Lopez chuckled as he got down on his back.
The blonde pulled Dora up and pushed her towards Lopez. Anxious, but unable to stop herself, Dora got down on her knees, straddling Lopez. Her right hand snaked down to awkwardly fit his cockhead between her legs. Lopez laughed as she shyly positioned him where she needed him.
“Hold on, let me get this on camera,” the blonde said, and turned, finally revealing her face. Peter gasped. It was Gwen, the look she gave the camera the same one she was giving Peter as she mouthed his prick.
When Peter looked back at the screen, Gwen had evidently picked up the camera. It was zoomed in on Dora’s sex, the lips flowering outward as Lopez nudged his prick inside of her. As Peter looked on, Dora took his thick cock oh so willingly.
“Goddamn!” Peter cried out, torn between the video and Gwen’s blowjob. He might’ve been able to put a stop to one, but not to both. “Gwen, what are you doing? That feels fucking great!”
Gwen giggled, tapping her tongue against a big vein on the underside of his massive prick. “I’m getting your cum, of course. After that, your seed’s earmarked for a special purpose. If this is your last load, I want it to be all mine.”
Before Peter could ask or even wonder what she meant, she closed her lips around his cockhead and brought her mouth down his length, relaxing the muscles of her throat and allowing his shaft into her gullet until her nose was rubbing up against the darkly curling hairs of his belly. That was all Peter could take. He howled as his thick, hot seed ran up his manhood and left directly into Gwen’s pumping swallows.
“Yes! Ahhhh! Suck it! Fucking God—I want it all in your belly! I want it filling up your throat!”
Gwen was happy to oblige, her mouth clogged with cum as rope after rope of it erupted from his cockhead. She sucked and swallowed until every last drop of cum was gone. Then she drew her throbbing lips up to the tip of his member, kissing away the last drops of his ejaculation.
“Thank you for that,” Gwen purred. She looked up at Peter with wide, beguiling eyes. “Did you like it too?” Peter smiled tiredly, unable to do any more than nod. “Good. Now close your eyes, baby. I’ve got one more little treat for you.”
Peter closed his eyes, more from weariness at the sheer exertion of his ejaculation than out of wanting to do as Gwen asked, but the end result was all the same. He’d failed to notice the black container emptying itself as he watched the video, growing more and more aroused, and now he had no idea that the blackness was on the ceiling above him. It fell, as light as a feather in defiance of all physics, landing on his manhood with all the impact of a moth fluttering against a light. Peter felt warmth more than anything else, opening his eyes to see his cock suddenly a deep black, fully erect once more before he felt the corresponding lust. But even as he registered this, he was aroused beyond all belief. He felt like he would burst if he didn’t ejaculate. He needed to fuck and he needed to do it now!
Gwen clapped her hands happily as she saw Peter’s cock now. Not only was it as hard as steel, but it appeared even bigger than before, longer and thicker around, like he was wearing a condom an inch thick. She got to her feet, standing with her legs akimbo and her pussy as blatantly exposed as it was offered. “Still wanna fill me with cum?” she asked. “Because I’ve got more room if you’ve got more cum.”
“God, yes.” Peter leapt up and pulled Gwen around to the back of the couch. He bent her over it, her ass high in the air and her legs spread so he could get his newly enlarged manhood all the way into her cunt. And so they both could watch Dora’s deflowering as they fucked. And if she wasn’t a virgin, she might as well have been, comparing Lopez’s prick to any others which she could’ve possibly taken inside her.
While they’d been distracted, Lopez and his two conquests had rearranged themselves as well. Dora was facing the camera, her back to Lopez as she rode up and down on his fat prick. Gwen was tenderly loving the junction of their bodies. Kissing Lopez’s cock as it appeared, then licking Dora’s sex as he disappeared inside of it.
Peter eased himself inside of Gwen. Even in his lustful frenzy, he was careful not to hurt her, but with the size of his new erection, it barely mattered. Gwen twinged in pain, then grinned in enjoyment. She’d much rather be hurt by a cock than not feel anything at all. And Peter’s cock would only be getting bigger and better from now on.
“Don’t tease me, Peter!” Gwen pleaded, either truly desperate or seeing nothing amiss with abandoning her dignity to beg. “Give it to me now!”
She writhed against him, the sucking depths of her cunt trying to tempt him into slamming himself into her as soon as possible. Gwen wanted to be filled up by his engorged manhood more than she could say, more than words could express, wanted his cock and his pleasure in a way that could only be conveyed by the look in her eyes, and that was reserved only for him.
“Let me have it!” she screamed.
Gwen felt him shoving into her, her body wracked with thrilling tremors as he stretched her open. He was halfway into her, Gwen’s eyes rolling back in her head as she grew uncertain whether she would even be able to take all of them, when he started pulling back.
“No!” Gwen cried. She reached behind herself to fist her hand in the top of his costume and pull his body back to her. “Don’t you dare stop! You are mine!”
Peter chuckled, loving just how much Gwen was enjoying herself almost as much as how good she felt around his cock. He’d never had a woman beg for his touch the way Gwen did, and if he ever figured on having a woman beg for it, he never would’ve pegged a cool customer like Doctor Gwendolyn Stacy to be the one to do it. But then, it made sense. Gwen always had known what she wanted and made no compunctions about going after it. Why shouldn’t she be equally vocal when what she wanted was a man? Or a fuck?
He couldn’t stand waiting any longer either, no matter how worried he was about Gwen’s tightness and her ability to take him as deep as she was demanding. He pushed his member into her hot, wet sex, going as deep as he dared, and letting Gwen pull him still deeper. He could see her brow furrow as she tensed in pain, and almost pushed her away to keep her from hurting herself, but the cries she was letting out left no doubt that her pleasure outweighed anything else for her.
“Like that!” Gwen howled, not just unabashed of her lust, but seemingly to be actively proud of it now. “Just like that, Peter! I damn well love it this way! I just need—need--” Gwen picked up the remote and fast-forwarded it. “This is my favorite part,” she said as she pressed play.
Now Dora was flat on her back, legs bent, feet planted wide apart. Gwen was licking desperately at her pussy, hungry for something deep inside it, only able to stop to suck heartily on the burgeoning swell of her clitoris. Dora looked delirious as, head turned to one side, she nearly dislocated her jaw to take in the cock of the kneeling Lopez.
“Don’t try so hard. Let me do the work. I’ve got the cock, after all.” Lopez put one hand in Dora’s hair and rocked his hips back and forth. His prick would withdraw almost completely from Dora, then relentlessly return to the depths of her throat. Dora thrashed and gagged as he pillaged her gullet in that way, which only spurred Gwen on to savor her taste all the more. Gwen was holding Dora’s flailing hips down with both hands as her mouth completely covered Dora’s sex.
“Yeah, fuck her face,” Gwen groaned in real life, watching the video like some cheering sports fan as Peter railed her from behind. “Give her that deep cock. You like that, Dora? You like having your mouth be his cunt?”
Dora quivered so hard she seemed to nod, reaching down with both hands to hold the recorded Gwen’s mouth against her pussy.
“Yeah, you like it, just like I do,” Gwen continued. “You’re our toy now, to play with and fuck and suck however we want. And Peter—oh God—Peter’s even bigger… Peter’s going to fucking destroy your pussy! Yes! And you’re going to love every minute of it!”
Her cunt spasmed and her body shook through the first of many orgasms. As the video continued, she could see Peter’s reflection in the glass of the television screen, and her own wanton face echoing her wicked thoughts. Peter would be her willing stud, to please her how and when she wanted. Of course, ‘how’ was however he could give it to her and ‘when’ was whenever she could get it. If that made her his sex slave, she really didn’t care. She’d rather be a slave to that cock than an equal to any lesser man.
Comments
Shendude
Hotcha!
Good stuff!
Damn, Gwen likes it rough.
