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Chapter Sixteen: Getting Hammered
The safe house door creaked open, and Peter walked in, still in costume but maskless, with the naughty nurse by his side. Her hair was wild and frizzed, looking like she had been through a wind tunnel. Felicia, who had been sitting down practicing Lamaze breathing techniques, immediately rose to her feet as they walked in.
"It's about time," Felicia exclaimed, crossing her arms. "What took so long for you to come back with my dad's personal naughty nurse?"
Silver Sable, standing by the couch, smirked. "Judging by her hair, it looks like the two of you had... a very productive time together."
The nurse laughed, flipping her messy hair. "Web-slinging is no joke. It's like being in a convertible going 90 miles an hour."
Kim, sitting on the couch and holding her newborn, chuckled weakly. "I don't know. That hair looks less 'windblown' and more... 'just had a good time,'" she quipped. "Plus, Peter looks a bit 'blown' himself."
Peter groaned, running a hand down his face. "Okay, can we not do this right now? Her hair looks like that because we've been swinging across half of New York trying to not die."
Felicia smirked, leaning against the wall. "Uh-huh. Sure, Tiger. You keep telling yourself that."
The nurse shrugged playfully. "Hey, I'm just here to help with the labor. No funny business."
Peter pointed at her. "Exactly! She's here to help. You know, because she's a nurse? And there are still four pregnant women here who might need—oh, I don't know—actual medical assistance? Not to mention my science teacher and her baby."
"Our baby," Kim smiled. "Relax, Peter. We're just teasing you."
Silver Sable raised an eyebrow. "Mostly."
Peter sighed and rubbed his temples. "Look, I'm heading back out to track down any other women who might be in danger. Just... try not to roast me too hard while I'm gone, okay?"
Felicia grinned. "No promises."
Meanwhile, across town, Hammerhead and Tombstone were holed up in a fortified mansion surrounded by armed guards. The two crime lords were pacing anxiously, their faces grim.
"This is bad," Hammerhead growled, pounding a fist on the table. "Someone's been offin' my girls. My business is takin' a hit! Not to mention, the authorities are trying to come after us."
Tombstone nodded, his pale complexion looking even more severe under the dim lighting. "The fuzz is the least of my worries. We have enough of them in our pockets. Plus, word is, it's not just your girls. Whoever this is, they're hittin' mine too. We've got a predator on our hands."
In the corner of the room, Maggie, Hammerhead's teenage daughter, and Janice, Tombstone's daughter, were sitting nervously, their hands resting on their pregnant bellies.
"Dad," Maggie said softly, "maybe we should leave the city. This doesn't feel safe."
"Nonsense," Hammerhead said, waving her off. "Ain't nobody gettin' through my security."
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
Everyone froze.
"What the hell?" Hammerhead muttered, turning to the security monitor. On the screen was a stunning woman who looked exactly like Megan Fox, dressed in an outfit so provocative it barely qualified as clothing.
Maggie's eyes widened. "Dad, don't open it! Please!"
Janice nodded quickly. "Yeah, send her away! This is a bad idea!"
But Hammerhead smirked, adjusting his tie. "You seein' what I'm seein', Tombstone? That's top-tier material right there."
Tombstone shrugged. "Your house, your call. But you sure this is the time for... fun?"
Hammerhead grinned. "Always time for fun. Security, let her in."
The doors unlocked, and the Megan Fox look-alike sauntered inside, her every move calculated to draw attention. She looked up at Hammerhead with a sultry smile.
"I heard you were looking for girls who could, uh, play the part," she said, her voice dripping with honey.
Hammerhead's grin widened. "You heard right. You wanna join my crew, sweetheart? You gotta prove you're worth it first. I always taste the goods before letting them out into the wild."
Maggie stood, panicked, disgusted by that comment. "Dad, no! Don't do this!"
Hammerhead waved her off. "Relax, kid. Go back to your room. Grown-ups are talkin'."
Janice turned to Tombstone, pleading. "Please, Dad, stop him! This is a bad idea!"
Tombstone shook his head. "Let him have his fun. He's a grown man. He can handle himself. Besides, we are only in this mess because the two of you had to have your little fun with the Parker boy," he proclaimed, glaring down at their pregnant bellies.
As Maggie and Janice watched helplessly, Hammerhead led the woman toward his bedroom, chatting about how "classy" his operation was.
In the bedroom, Hammerhead sprawled out on his heart-shaped bed, loosening his tie. "You know, I've seen a lotta girls come through here, but you… you're somethin' special."
The woman smiled, letting her dress slide off her shoulders. "Oh, you have no idea."
She approached him slowly, fully nude now, her eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. Hammerhead smiled from ear to ear. "Come to Papa," he salivated.
Megan began pulling each of his shoes off—then his pants. Hammerhead's cock was already standing at attention. Megan admired the similarities between his anvil-shaped head, and well… his other head.
"Are you ready to get hammered?" he playfully asked, his pun deliberate.
Megan smiled. "Oh, you don't know just how ready I am. You can pretty much say... I was born for this," she replied, kissing up the inside of his leg.
Hammerhead rolled his eyes back in pleasure as her lips made it to his inner-thighs. She then gently stroked his balls with her fingertips while her lips continued towards his stomach.
Hammerhead quickly ripped the rest of his clothes off, wanting her lips to continue tantalizing his entire body. He was in awe of how good it felt despite not even getting to the good stuff yet.
After kissing his stout neck, she began nibbling on his earlobe, the tickling sensation causing Hammerhead to let out a faint giggle.
She began rubbing her warm labia against Hammerhead's rock hard cock, her clit pulsating against the anvil-shaped head, making his penis throb that much harder. Then she stuck it in, the moist feeling of her pussy causing Hammerhead's back to arch.
"Oh, my god," Hammerhead groaned. "You really were born for this shit, weren't you?"
"You haven't seen anything yet," she whispered into his ear, her warm breath reaching his eardrum. "I'm just getting started."
She continued rocking her hips back and forth, Hammerhead cupping her ass cheeks, helping to control her motion. Ecstasy completely consumed him.
She began kissing him as she methodically slid her pussy up and down on his dick, her tongue now entangled with his. Hammerhead's eyes were closed for a moment as he enjoyed the passion, but he soon opened them because he wanted to gaze into hers. However, when he did, he found himself staring into a pair of cold, black eyes, as if the pupil had taken over and there was no whiteness left to be found.
Before he could say something, he suddenly felt her tongue go down into his throat, nearly cutting off his oxygen. "Mmmm," was all he could mutter. Then he could feel something sharp traveling through his urethra, the pain becoming unbearable. He tried shaking her off, but her strength was uncanny.
He watched as her entire body transformed into the symbiote, tendrils waving about as she was now receiving the pleasure she had come for. And then she pulled her primordial tongue from out of his mouth. But by then it was too late. He had already succumbed to her wickedness.
He could feel her tendrils inside of him as they began ripping his body apart. "OH, GOD! OH, GOD!" was the last thing he got out before she tore him open, splitting him apart from one anvil-shaped head to the other.
Tombstone was being a bit of a pervert, listening in on the other side of the door. "Wow! She's really giving it to him good," he muttered. "I hope she leaves a little bit of that action for me."
The symbiote could sense Tombstone was just outside the room listening in. She quickly covered up Hammerhead's torn corpse with his red, furry blanket. "Oh, Toomey!" she called out. "I think it's your turn."
Tombstone wasted no time flinging the door open and rushing in. As he looked around, he could see half of Hammerhead laying under the blanket, but Megan was nowhere to be found.
Just then, from above Tombstone, Megan surprised him by leaping down onto his shoulders, wrapping her legs around his head. "Oh. You're a playful one, I see," Tombstone remarked. He then spun her around so that her pussy was right in front of his face. Clutching her ass, he pressed his face into her warm, moist nether regions, attempting to stick his tongue inside her as far as he could.
"I'm not usually too keen on sloppy seconds," he mumbled, "but I can tell you are worth it."
Before he could say anything else, he felt something grab his tongue while it was deep inside her. He tried to pull his face away, but the pain of his tongue nearly tearing off stopped his momentum. He began slamming her into the wall, trying to break free, but the symbiote's tendrils were already wrapped too tight.
She could only grin from ear to ear as he twirled her around the room. It was almost as if she was receiving pleasure from it. Finally, Tombstone did what needed to be done. He was willing to let her rip his tongue out in order to get himself freed. The jerk caused Tombstone to fall back onto the bed, landing directly between Hammerheads' bloodied two halves.
"Oops," the symbiote taunted, waving his severed tongue in her hand like a trophy before tossing it aside. "You always were all bark and no bite."
His mouth bleeding madly, Tombstone tried to retreat, stumbling toward the door, but the symbiote was faster. She darted forward, cutting him off with a menacing hiss.
"Leaving so soon?" she mocked.
Before he could react, her tendrils lashed out like blades, slashing across his torso and limbs in a flurry of strikes. The room echoed with the sound of slicing flesh and bone as she tore into him, her movements precise and merciless.
Tombstone's once-imposing figure crumpled to the ground, his body reduced to a gruesome pile of severed pieces. Blood coated the floor as the symbiote stood over the remains, triumphant.
"Two down," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "And now, two more to go."
Maggie and Janice, hearing the horrifying sounds of the battle, clung to each other in terror. Maggie whispered through tears, "We're next... she's coming for us next..."
The ominous creak of the bedroom door opening made their hearts stop.
The symbiote stepped into the living room; her form shifting fluidly between seductive curves and menacing spikes. Maggie and Janice clutched each other tightly, their eyes wide with terror as the creature's glowing eyes locked onto them.
"Well, well," the symbiote cooed, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. "Aren't you two just adorable? Peter's little secret treasures."
"Stay away!" Maggie shouted, trying to sound brave despite her shaking voice.
The symbiote laughed, the sound low and predatory. "Oh, come now. Running won't do you any good. I can smell Peter's babies inside you." She took a deep, exaggerated inhale. "Such precious, delicious little bundles of life."
Janice grabbed Maggie's hand, whispering, "Run."
The two pregnant teens bolted, darting into the labyrinthine hallways of the mansion.
"Oh, I love a good game of hide and seek!" the symbiote called after them, her voice echoing with sadistic glee. "But you know how this ends, don't you? You can't hide from me!"
Maggie and Janice ducked into a storage room, slamming the door behind them. They pressed their backs against the wall, trying to stifle their panicked breaths.
The symbiote's footsteps echoed in the hallway, slow and deliberate.
"Little piggies, little piggies, let me come in," she sing-songed, her voice dripping with malice. "I can hear your heartbeats. I can smell your fear."
Janice pressed her hand over her mouth to keep from sobbing. Maggie clutched a metal wrench she'd found on the shelf, though she knew it would do little against the monstrous intruder.
The doorknob rattled.
"Oh, hiding in here? Naughty girls. You're making me work for it."
Suddenly, the door exploded inward, and the symbiote loomed in the doorway, grinning with sharp, glistening teeth.
"Found you," she purred, tendrils slithering toward them.
Just as the symbiote lunged, a web shot out of nowhere, yanking her back.
"Hey, lady, didn't anyone teach you not to pick on kids?" Spider-Man quipped, landing between the symbiote and the terrified teens.
The symbiote snarled, pulling free of the webbing. "Ah, Peter. Always the hero. But you're too late. Your offspring are mine!"
"Yeah, no," Peter shot back, firing another web. "You'll have to go through me first."
The two launched into a fierce battle. The symbiote lashed out with razor-sharp tendrils, forcing Peter to dodge and flip across the room. He countered with web blasts and acrobatic strikes, but the symbiote was faster, stronger, and relentless.
After a brutal exchange, the symbiote managed to wrap a tendril around Peter's leg, slamming him into the wall with a sickening crack.
Peter groaned, struggling to stand as the symbiote loomed over him.
"Why fight me, Peter?" she cooed, her tendrils slithering toward him. "We could be perfect together. Think of the power. Think of what we could create."
Before Peter could respond, Maggie and Janice darted past, shouting, "We're going to get help!"
The symbiote's gaze flicked toward them but returned to Peter, her smile widening. "First, you. Then them."
She lunged, her tendrils wrapping around Peter, pulling him closer. "You can't resist me," she whispered, her dark substance beginning to creep over his skin. "If you won't get inside me, then I'll just have to get inside of you."
Suddenly, gunfire erupted as Hammerhead's bodyguards stormed in. The symbiote screeched, dropping Peter as bullets tore into her.
The guards kept firing, their weapons blazing, but the symbiote absorbed the impacts, her form rippling like water.
"Fools," she growled, standing tall as her body transformed.
In an instant, she turned their own ammunition against them, firing the bullets from the nipples of her tits in a deadly hail. The guards screamed as they fell, riddled with the same bullets they'd fired moments before.
As the last guard fell, Peter scrambled to his feet, spotting two large frying pans hanging on the wall. Grabbing them, he clanged them together with all his might.
The metallic reverberation echoed through the room like a bell.
The symbiote shrieked, clutching her head. "Stop it!"
Peter grinned. "Oh, you don't like that, huh? Let's turn it up a notch!"
He clanged the pans together again, harder this time, causing the symbiote to writhe in agony.
"You'll regret this, Peter!" she screamed, her voice a mix of rage and pain.
"You're not the first person to say that today," Peter quipped, slamming the pans together once more.
With a final, ear-piercing shriek, the symbiote retreated, slithering out of the mansion and disappearing into the night.
As she fled, her voice echoed back to Peter. "You can't escape me, Peter. We will be joined... soon."
Peter dropped the frying pans, exhausted but relieved.
"Yeah, well, get in line," he muttered, collapsing onto the nearest chair.
Janice and Maggie ran over to his side. "Our hero," Maggie said, placing her hand on his shoulder, sweat pouring from his mask.
Peter tried moving, but he was too exhausted. "As soon as I can move again, I need to get you both to the safe house with the others."
"That's okay. We don't have to go anywhere too soon. The mean creature is gone," Maggie replied, giving Spider-Man a shoulder massage.
"Yeah," Janice echoed, a tinge of flirtation in her voice. "We don't have to go anywhere." She then knelt down between his legs.
Peter stopped her before she could go any farther. "I'm too tired to do anything with you girls right now."
Maggie knelt down beside Janice. "Then you can just sit there resting. And we'll do all the work."
Peter couldn't resist their pretty eyes, Maggie looking just like Jenna Ortega, and Janice looking just like Zendaya. He lifted his mask, giving the two of them a smile. "Sure. I guess we do have some time."