Chapter Eight: Caged Desires
Peter swung through the air, naked as a jaybird, his penis swinging like a pendulum as he changed directions. He knew that he needed to head for home because he wasn't sure how long his webs would last, especially after blowing his load all over Hammerhead and Tombstone.
He dropped down behind his house and began looking in the windows. He wanted to make sure his Aunt May wasn't anywhere around to see him when he tried making his way inside.
Suddenly, Peter became startled when someone's voice called out to him.
"Peter? Is that you?" It was MJ asking from her backyard. She could see that he was butt-naked, especially since his ass was on full display.
Peter turned to look.
MJ's mouth dropped when she saw the anaconda that was hanging down between his legs.
Peter quickly tried covering up, but even when he used both of his hands to hide his private parts, there was still plenty to see.
MJ looked away and acted like she was covering her eyes, trying to give him a bit of privacy. "What are you doing outside of your house, naked?" she asked, still using her peripheral vision to get a peek.
"I-I-I was… streaking?" he fibbed.
"Streaking?" MJ retorted. Why would you be doing that?"
"For a pledge. I'm hoping to join a fraternity when I go to college," he continued, making up more stories.
MJ quickly took off her shaw and handed it to Peter. "Here. Use this to cover up," she insisted.
Once Peter was covered up, MJ walked closer to him. "What's going on with you lately, Peter? You've been acting differently," she proclaimed. "Plus, I still need to talk to you about what happened at school today."
"At school today?" Peter repeated. "What about school today?"
MJ stepped in even closer to Peter. "I heard what you said about me when you were in your first period science class. I heard the way you defended me when that creep said something nasty about Flash and I."
"Oh. You heard that, huh?" Peter asked. "I-I was just trying to shut him up, that's all," he stuttered.
MJ reached out to touch Peter's arm, but Peter instantly stepped back.
"Why do you keep doing that?" MJ asked, remembering how jumpy he acted the last time the two of them spoke in his backyard.
"It's hard to explain. Girls start acting funny when they get too close to me," he replied.
"Okay-okay. I won't get too close," MJ assured him. "I'll tell you what. Why don't you go inside, get dressed, and then we can go for a walk and talk about what's been on your mind lately?"
Peter paused for a second, but then he realized that going for a walk shouldn't be so bad. "Sure… give me one second," he responded, heading into the house to get some clothes on.
Over the next couple of hours, Peter and MJ strolled through the park, talking about whatever came up. He tried explaining to her about some of his new abilities, without trying to make himself sound crazy, that is, basically talking about how much stronger he had been feeling lately and how his hormones were all out-of-whack. MJ pretty much chalked all of that up to puberty. However, Peter didn't tell her about all the women he had slept with over the last few days, nor did he discuss the strange webbing that shot out of his wrists. He figured she would think he was a man-whore if he said anything about the women, and he also figured she would have him committed to the insane asylum if he told her about the webs.
MJ stopped the two of them for a moment. "I'm thinking about breaking up with Flash," she said to Peter, looking into his blue eyes.
"R-Really?" Peter retorted, gazing back into hers.
"Yes. I want somebody that will treat me good. I want somebody who will defend my honor," she continued.
Peter didn't know how to respond. He could only stand there, nervous and bashful.
"Are you okay, Peter? You look like you've seen a ghost," MJ stated, noticing a bit of sweat running down Peter's forehead. MJ then leaned in as if she wanted to give him a kiss.
Suddenly, just before she could reach his lips, Peter began to get a weird tingle in his brain. He could tell he wasn't in any immediate danger, but he knew something bad was going on somewhere close to them. That's when the revelation hit him. "Aunt May!" he blurted, pulling his head away.
"What are you talking about?" MJ asked, seeing the worry on Peter's face. "What about your Aunt May?" she continued asking.
"I'm sorry… I've got to get back to my house!" he replied, dashing off as fast as he could.
When he made it back to his house, all his fears had been confirmed. May was gone and on the dining room table sat a note, which read...
'If you ever want to see your Aunt May and Uncle Ben alive again, meet me at the hideout in Harlem!'
Peter knew there was no time to waste, running out the door, shooting a web-line into the air, and swinging away.
MJ made it back to Peter's house seconds after he was gone. She found the note on the dining room table. Knowing Peter, May, and Ben could be in danger, she called the police and spoke with Captain Stacy, the father of a school friend of hers, Gwen Stacy.
Minutes later, Peter swung to the rooftop of the old apartment complex where Hammerhead and Tombstone used as a hideout. He then climbed down the side of the building, searching for a way in. Upon doing so, he found an unlocked window about a third of the way down. He then opened it up and climbed inside.
He walked along slowly, listening for any noises, but there weren't any. He was hoping his spider-sense would alert him of any danger.
Suddenly, he heard screams coming from a few floors below him. He knew it must've been coming from the secret floor below the apartment complex. Unfortunately, the only way to get to the secret floor was to use the elevator. The only problem with that was, Peter didn't know the number sequence which would allow the elevator to go down to the secret level. But that's when he realized he didn't need the code; he could simply use his strength to force the doors open, crawl into the elevator shaft, and descend to the bottom by using his wall crawling abilities. And that's exactly what he did.
The hallway to the secret floor was pitch-black after Peter crawled out of the old, musty elevator shaft, not allowing him to see a thing.
He began moving forward. Just then, he heard a scream coming from one of the cells that was holding unfaithful prostitutes.
He ran towards the scream.
"It's okay! I'm here to help!" he declared as he made it to the cell.
He could hear several ladies whimpering inside.
He began trying to open the cell doors. "I'm going to get you freed! Is my Aunt May in there?" he desperately wanted to know.
Suddenly, just as he managed to get the cell door open, his spider-sense began to tingle, letting him know someone was about to attack.
His spider-sense was correct, Hammerhead was barreling straight towards him like an enraged bull looking to put his horns into someone's backside.
Peter managed to jump out of the way just in time, Hammerhead flying right by.
However, despite Peter dodging Hammerhead's charge, he wasn't able to dodge Tombstone's fist as he came back down, knocking him forcefully into the metal bars of the jail cell.
Woozy, Peter tried standing back up, but as he did Hammerhead managed to slam his anvil-shaped head directly into his midsection, causing Peter to cringe over in pain, the wind knocked out of him.
Hammerhead then opened up the cell doors, allowing Tombstone to toss Peter inside with the other prisoners.
"Now we are going to go have fun torturing your aunt and uncle," Hammerhead stated as he locked the cell door.
Peter managed to get to his feet, instantly heading for the door. He then tried bending the bars, hoping to escape.
"You ain't bending those bars, kid," Tombstone proclaimed. "Those are made out of adamantium, the strongest metal in the world."
Despite the new knowledge, Peter continued giving it all he had, trying to bend the bars, but it was to no avail.
And then, just like that, Tombstone and Hammerhead left the hallway, leaving Peter with several of the other hostages, and no way of escaping.
Peter wasn't going to give up trying. He desperately wanted to find his aunt and uncle, continuing to try and bend the adamantium. Once again he was unable to get any movement, though his efforts of trying began making him sweat profusely.
That's when he began to feel several hands making their way up his legs, back, arms, and shoulders. The women were beginning to get horny due to his pheromones lofting about the cell.
As his eyesight adjusted to the darkness, he could finally begin to see what the prostitutes looked like. Several of them looked like singers of the past. One looked like Madonna when she was younger; another looked like Mariah Carey; the others looked like Shakira, Britney Spears, Beyoncé, Jennifer Lopez, and Katy Perry.
"Fuck me!" They all began pleading, continuing to put their hands all over him.
"Please, ladies, I don't have time for this right now," he pleaded right back.
However, his pleading went unnoticed as they continued groping him. Soon, the groping turned into grabbing, and the grabbing turned into the ladies trying to tear his clothes off.
Even with all his strength, the ladies were hard to shrug off.
He knew there would be no way for him to try to figure a way out of the jail cell if they were going to continue prying at him the way they were. That's when he realized what he had to do… FUCK'EM ALL.
He turned towards the Katy Perry look-alike and ripped open her blouse, revealing her large perky breasts. He then pulled her in close and began sucking on her nipples, Katy's head falling back with pleasure.
He then reached out and grabbed the Beyoncé look-alike by her nice juicy ass, pulling her in closer to him.
With his other hand, he reached behind him, grabbing Madonna by her crotch, rubbing her clitoris in a circular motion.
He realized he didn't have enough limbs to please all the women at once. That's when he instructed all of them to lie naked on the floor. Some of them he instructed to lay flat on their backs, others he told to get in a doggy-style position.
Mariah Carey, J-Lo, Britney Spears, and Shakira got down on all fours, while Madonna, Katy, and Beyoncé laid on their backs. At that time, Peter began taking turns with them one at a time, thrusting his penis in and out, wearing them all down.
"Harder Papi!" J-Lo screamed while Peter fucked her in her perfect booty. At the same time, he reached out with both hands and began banging Mariah and Shakira simultaneously, hoping to get them off so he could quickly move to the others. Peter instantly knew when Shakira was getting off because her hips didn't lie.
Brittney seemed to be the hardest one to please. "Hit me baby one more time!" she screamed. He had to reach around and squeeze her tits, forcefully pulling her in, ramming her as hard as he could from behind, until finally she let out a loud moan.
Katy insisted on having Peter titty-fuck her while she sucked on his dick at the same time. While that was happening, Peter reached back and stuck his fingers in her warm, wet pussy, banging her until she too let out a loud orgasm, "Baby, you're a firework!" she sang.
Madonna kept trying to strike a pose as Peter lifted her up off the ground, putting it to her against the adamantium bars of the cell, pole marks were left on her back by the time she got off.
He saved Beyoncé for his last. He had always wondered what it would be like to fuck her, and despite her only being a look-alike, he was happy enough to finally get a chance. She didn't disappoint either, as every stroke felt like ecstasy while he was plunging his huge penis inside her.
"That formation's got me crazy in love!" Beyoncé announced as she got off rather quickly, but Peter couldn't stop now, he was hypnotized by her pretty eyes. Until finally, he felt that tingle, letting him know he too was about to erupt.
"HOOOOLY SHIIIIIIIT!" Peter exclaimed with a long drawl, pulling out and nutting all over Beyoncé's stomach and tits.
Peter then had to take a moment to catch his breath. "Wow! That was the best nut I've ever had!"
With all the women satisfied, he could now figure out how he was going to make it out of the jail cell.
Since his eyes had adjusted to the darkness, he could see further down the hallway which led to Tombstone's office. There, on the wall near the door was a lever. "That must be it," he thought aloud.
He then stuck his arm through the cell bars, reached his hand out, and then tried shooting a web towards the lever. Unfortunately, he had shot too big of a load after fucking Beyoncé and he couldn't seem to get any webbing out.
That's when he came up with a different idea. "I learned this trick by watching some old Brady Bunch reruns," he proclaimed, tying everyone's clothes together, concocting a make-shift rope.
He then began lassoing it about, hoping to get enough momentum to reach the lever. He tried, and he tried, but apparently he just wasn't very good at using a lasso. That's when Beyoncé snatched the make-shift rope out of his hand.
"Let me show you how it's done, son," she insisted.
With only one attempt, she managed to wrangle it around the lever, and with a quick tug, the lever came down, instantly opening the cell door.
"Holy cow! You're a natural!" Peter blurted with excitement.
"You can thank me later, kid," Beyoncé flirtatiously smiled. "Now, go get your family from those madmen."
In a dash, Peter was off.