DISCLAIMER: The following story contains BDSM, noncon, both male and female doms and subs, tickling, and related sexual content. All characters are 18+ at the time of the story, and belong to their respective copyright holders.
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If there was one phrase that could sum up the last few months of his life, Peter Parker thought as the armored woman pulled the last cable taut, it was “Out of the frying pan and into the fire.”
It had all started when he’d finally managed to corner and arrest Fisk, only for the Negative Man and his Demons to start blowing up the city on a campaign of murderous revenge against Mayor Osborn. He’d narrowly stopped Li’s plan to poison New York City with the Devil’s Breath, and his own mentor had gone mad and released the virus anyway, turning the city into a quarantined war zone. He’d nearly killed himself capturing Dr. Octavius and his army of criminals, and the city barely stayed peaceful for a few weeks before Hammerhead’s attacks on the Maggia kicked off one of the biggest gang wars in history.
And then Hammerhead’s own ambitions had been cut short by a vengeful Captain Yuri Watanabe, his incomplete Project Olympus modifications failing to save him from the Sable laser rifle that had drilled a hole through his metal skull. With Hammerhead’s empire falling apart and the other Maggia families on the brink of collapse, Spider-Man had hoped things would finally calm down for New York City, but he knew it was only a matter of time before a new villain moved in to fill the power vacuum.
Sure enough, a rich businesswoman and philanthropist named Amelia Tempest suddenly moved into the city. Claiming she wanted to help revitalize the local economy after the Devil’s Breath disaster, she began buying up struggling businesses, renovating them, and hiring people who had been rendered homeless or jobless by the recent crime waves. Needless to say, it wasn’t long before she became one of the most popular public figures in the city. No one in the media dared to speak a negative word about her - save Jameson, who could spend hours ranting about her taking advantage of supervillain attacks to swindle hard-working New Yorkers out of their livelihoods.
Spider-Man wasn’t quite so convinced about her good intentions. Remembering Martin Li’s duplicity all too well, he and MJ had done a little digging into Tempest’s operations. At first, they’d only been able to turn up bits of circumstantial evidence - ties to a recently-opened strip club called the Succubi’s Lair, a surprising number of suspected and “reformed” criminals in her employ, a sudden spike in unsolved missing-person cases after her arrival - but nothing that couldn’t be easily explained away.
But tonight, Peter had hit the jackpot. He’d just been wrapping up a late-night patrol through Hell’s Kitchen when he’d noticed some unmarked vans converging on a warehouse Tempest had purchased a few weeks ago. Upon sneaking inside to investigate, he was greeted with the sight of the biggest stockpile of Sable tech he’d ever seen, and a small army of Tempest employees in Sable armor bringing more in from the vans.
