[Marvel's Spider-Man] Eye of the Tempest

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.

He’d known Tempest was too good to be true, and now he had proof.  A city-wide operation like this was too big to be happening under her nose, and a few minutes zipping around the rafters with his camera gave him all the footage he needed.  He just needed to mop up her goons, send a quick call to the police, and Tempest’s public goodwill would be gone along with her arsenal of stolen gear.

At least, that had been the plan until a certain someone blasted down the warehouse doors and opened fire on everyone in sight with a pair of laser pistols.

“I will break every bone in your body if you don’t relea- MMPH!”

“Yeah, I think that’s enough out of you, you crazy bitch,” one of Tempest’s men grumbled as he crammed a fistful of old rags into Silver Sable’s mouth, carefully pushing them all the way in with two fingers before wrapping a roll of white microfoam tape tightly around her head.

Peter winced in sympathy, knowing firsthand how bad those rags tasted.  After the fight, he’d woken up just in time for one of the other thugs to lift the hem of his mask up just enough to expose his mouth, stuff it full of cloth, and lower it back down.  As relieved as he was that they were keeping his identity secret for whatever reason, he still could have done without the duct tape they’d wound around his mouth over top of the mask, or the taser they’d jabbed into his back to stun him long enough to finish binding him.

Aside from the gag, though, Peter couldn’t muster much sympathy for Sable, since it was her fault they were in this mess in the first place.  He’d been forced to jump into the melee to stop Sable from killing any of the guards, and not being one for teamwork, she hadn’t hesitated to turn the fight into a three-way battle.  Eventually he’d dodged out of the way of a rocket and landed just in range of one of Sable’s EMP bombs, disorienting him long enough for one of the beefier minions to pummel him senseless.

He wasn’t sure how long Sable had lasted after that, but apparently she’d injured (or worse) enough of Tempest’s people to royally piss them off.  The Sable International leader had been stripped of her clothing, her modesty only somewhat preserved due to her lying face-down on the concrete floor.  Her arms were crossed behind her back in a boxtie and tied together with familiar-looking cables, both of her wiggling fists wrapped up into tight little balls by a copious amount of tape.  The cables around her arms were linked to several more encircling her torso, forming what Peter assumed was some kind of chest harness, and her legs were folded tightly at the knees and bound separately.

Though Peter’s costume was still intact, his own position wasn’t any less restrictive.  His wrists and elbows were lashed together behind his back by the same cables used to bind Sable, and his legs were similarly bound.  The short-haired blonde tasked with tying him up was currently tightening the short length of cable connecting his wrists to his ankles, creating a strict hogtie that forced him to arch his back.  Just to add insult to injury, at some point she’d forced him to clench his fists around what felt like stress balls and then wrapped them in tape, rendering his fingers - and his web-shooters - completely unusable.

“That oughta keep him from swingin’ all over the place,” the woman said, standing up and wiping her brow.  “You sure we can’t take that suit off him?  I’d love to finally see what Spider-Man looks like under all that spandex...”

“You and me both,” one of the nearby men muttered, almost too quietly to hear, before being cut off by a burly man with a crew cut and a jagged scar across his jawline - the same man who had knocked Peter’s lights out earlier.

“Were either of you chuckleheads paying any attention during the last meeting?  You know, the one where the boss told us exactly what she’d do to anyone who even thought about unmasking the Spider if we caught him?  The mask and the suit stay on.  End of discussion.”

“MMMGH!” Sable interjected, apparently furious at being almost completely ignored in favor of her arch-rival.  She tried to prop herself up on her frogtied knees, only for one of the men to give her upraised ass a hard swat, dropping her back to the ground as the assembled thugs laughed.

“Don’t worry, honey, we ain’t forgettin’ about you,” a black woman with a long ponytail said, hoisting the struggling Sable up over her armored shoulder.  “You and your bunch of hired guns blew up half the city and didn’t even bother cleanin’ up when you left.  The boss has been workin’ overtime tryin’ to fix the mess you made, and she ain’t happy!”

A series of muffled squeals erupted from Sable’s gag as the woman carried her passenger through the crowd of Tempest employees, many of the men and several of the women taking the opportunity to spank her hard as she passed.

“Thing is, the boss was a lot less restrictive about what we can do to ‘that irresponsible, self-centered mercenary bitch’,” the woman taunted.  “As long as we don’t do any permanent damage and don’t stick anythin’ inside you, we’ve got free rein over your cute little bimbo butt!”

As horrified as Peter was by the situation, watching Sable’s naked body paraded around was having an unwanted effect on him.  He stifled a groan as the growing bulge in his costume ground against the floor.

“Sounds like the Spider likes what he sees!” one of the female goons teased, nudging Peter’s arm with her foot and rolling him over onto his side.  She was a redhead with freckles and thick, curly hair, loudly chewing a piece of bubblegum as she spoke.  “Lucky you, the boss gave us permission to do just enough damage to your suit to get your fun bits out!  Hey Lorenzo, hand me those scissors!”

“NNNGH!” Peter cried, throwing himself backwards and away from the approaching henchman.  Summoning all of his strength, he strained at the cables -

FZZZRRRT!

- and screamed, spasming as the cables sparked with electricity, shocking him until he could barely move a muscle.

“Aww, did I forget to mention that?” the woman cooed, taking the offered scissors and cutting away the patch of fabric covering Peter’s crotch now that he was helpless to resist.  “Those cables we trussed you two super-losers up with?  The boss had ‘em special-made based on those mines your pretty little friend likes tossin’ around so much.  All we have to do is press the button -“

She paused, holding her phone up to Peter’s face for a moment.  It looked like any other smartphone of its kind, save for a pair of buttons overlaid on the bottom of the screen, one marked with his own spider insignia and the other with the Sable International logo.  Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed several of the other employees in the warehouse had their phones in hand or within easy reach.

“- and any one of us can light you up like a Christmas tree!” she finished, snipping off the last bit of fabric and exposing Peter’s semi-erect member.  “Ooh, looks like the ‘Man’ part of your name ain’t false advertisin’!”

Before Peter could even think of resisting, she took his cock in a firm grip and began to pump it back and forth, making him moan through his gag.

“Hey, Carmen, who said you get to play with the Spider first?” a henchwoman demanded from outside Peter’s line of sight.

“Aww, cram it!  I got here first, and it ain’t like I ain’t gonna give the rest of yous the chance after I’m done havin’ my fun!  We’re civilized folks, so act like it and make a fuckin’ line!”

As most of the women in the warehouse (and more than a few of the men) gathered around the captive hero, Peter had to admit the situation seemed dire.  Even if his hands hadn’t been inescapably bound, the repeated shocks had fried his gadgets beyond the point of usefulness, and it was unlikely he’d be alone at any point, much less for long enough that he could break the cables without getting zapped.  And from the gagged cries of outrage and sounds of palms slapping against sensitive flesh coming from Sable’s direction, she was in just as much trouble as he was.  They were trapped in this warehouse, the helpless playthings of an army of merciless minions - and he knew it was only a matter of time before Amelia Tempest herself joined the festivities.

Yet as petty and self-centered as it seemed, there was a single thought Peter couldn’t get out of his head as Carmen jerked his cock closer and closer to completion:

“MJ is going to tear my head off when she finds out about this…”

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Silver Sablinova was no stranger to humiliation.  Her family had been deposed from the throne of Symkaria by a bloodthirsty usurper, who maintained a death grip on her homeland despite her best efforts to supply the rebel forces opposing him.  She had been forced to sell her services as a hired gun to amass the resources and manpower needed to reclaim her birthright.  Her company’s last job had turned into a disaster that irreparably damaged Sable International’s reputation and decimated their supplies, setting her work to liberate Symkaria back by years.

But as she spat and swore uselessly into the foul-tasting cloth filling her mouth, Sable’s past embarrassments seemed faint in comparison to the abject humiliation she was experiencing right now at the hands of Amelia Tempest’s hired thugs.

“Gotta say, for a crazy bitch, you’ve got one hell of an ass!” the man behind her grunted, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her aching cheeks as he ground his dick between them.

“No wonder she wears that trenchcoat all the time!” one of the other thugs crowded around her taunted.  “If she didn’t keep that thing covered up when she’s walking around, her goons would bust a hole straight through their armor!”

“MM WHLL CHHSTRMMPH MMGH NN MMPHRY MNN HFF YHH!” Sable snarled to no avail.  No matter how furiously she glared, it didn’t change the fact she was bound, gagged, naked, and drenched in cum.

When one of Sable’s captors had told her that Tempest wouldn’t allow them to penetrate her or inflict any lasting harm, she’d breathed a sigh of relief that her captivity might not be quite as bad as she’d feared.  Unfortunately for her, Tempest’s employees knew plenty of ways to use someone as a sex toy while leaving their holes untouched, and over the course of the last few hours, they’d eagerly demonstrated each and every one of those methods on the unwilling mercenary.

Her face and lower back were covered in semen from countless men, each of them taking his turn to flip her over, mash his cock between her breasts or ass cheeks, and use her body as a tool to jerk himself to orgasm.  A few of the kinkier ones had gone for less conventional locations, rubbing their members against the soles of her feet or even wrapping them in her hair.

But as degrading as the men’s use of her was, the ones she had truly come to dread were the women.  Whenever one of the female thugs came around for their turn with Sable, they didn’t restrain their attentions to a single part of her.  For them, Sable’s entire body was a plaything.  Her breasts, ass, and pussy were practically glowing bright red from all the rough gropes and harsh slaps they’d inflicted on her.  Their tongues and fingers would glide over her body, kneading, spanking, and teasing all her sensitive spots until she was ready to burst - and then they would hand her off to the next man in line, leaving her bucking and screaming as the pleasure subsided and she was reduced to a jerk-off toy once more.

“At least I’m not alone in this hell,” Sable thought bitterly as a muffled cry of anguish drew her attention from the rod thrusting between her cheeks to the other captive in the warehouse.

Just as most of the men had lined up to play with Sable, the crowd gathered around Spider-Man consisted mostly of women.  But unlike with Sable, they weren’t interested in playing with his whole body - not that they could, with most of it protected by his costume.  No, their sadistic affections only had a single target.

“Whoops, not quite!” a blonde woman chirped, a trail of saliva running from her bright red lips to the throbbing erection she’d just finished sucking on.  “Looks like my turn’s up!  And you were so close, too!”

As Spider-Man groaned into his gag, desperately thrusting into the air, Sable couldn’t help feeling a sliver of sympathy for him.  Not much, of course - it was his fault this had happened to them in the first place.  If the fool of a vigilante hadn’t interfered in her fight, she could have cleared out the warehouse and reclaimed her stolen arsenal without a problem.  But no, he’d insisted on stopping her from killing anyone, and she’d wasted enough stamina and ammunition dealing with him that the remaining thugs had overwhelmed her.

Still, what was happening to him made her position seem almost bearable by comparison.  Right before her handjob would have come to a messy conclusion, the first woman in line (Sable faintly recalled one of the others calling her Carmen) had snapped a tight metal ring around the base of his cock, preventing him from cumming no matter how he tried.

“Sorry, sweetie,” Carmen had teased him, not sounding even the slightest bit sorry, “but the boss called dibs on being the first one to make you spurt - and what Amelia wants, she gets.  But don’t worry, we’ll be sure to keep you entertained anyway!”

From there, Spider-Man had passed around between half the thugs in the warehouse, each of them toying with his dick to keep him constantly on the edge.  Most of them simply used their hands and mouths, but a few of the women had gone as far as undoing their chest armor and stroking him off with their tits, and one of the few men to take interest in the Spider rather than Sable had worked him into a frenzy with a vibrating wand he’d apparently been keeping around the warehouse “just in case”.  Whenever one of his captors grew tired, he’d immediately be handed over to the next in line, keeping him in a constant state of sexual agony.

Sable’s moment of pity was interrupted as the man behind her finally released, the increasingly familiar sensation of semen splattering on her back serving to bring her focus back to her own predicament.

“About fuckin’ time, Lorenzo!” a deep male voice grumbled behind her.  “The hell do they feed you to keep you goin’ that long?”

“Eat a dick, Larson,” the man who’d just finished shot back.  “Some of us can actually last longer than five pumps, and you already had your turn anyway!”

The budding argument was interrupted by the loud clanking and grinding of someone opening a rusty loading dock.  Through the crowd of men and women surrounding her, Sable caught a glimpse of the scarred man who had knocked out Spider-Man approaching.  Despite being the apparent leader of this group of Tempest’s employees, he hadn’t taken part in any of the night’s “festivities”.  In fact, he’d ducked out of the warehouse altogether early on, saying he had to make some calls.

“Alright, fun’s over!” the scarred man barked.  “The transport truck is here, so we’ve got to get these two secured and loaded on the double. Valerie, undo that hogtie cable on the Spider and get him in the pod.  Larson, taze the bitch.”

Sable barely had time to process his words before the cables around her body crackled and her world exploded into blinding lights and burning pain.  When she was finally able to think again, the first thing she noticed was that her bindings had been changed.  The humiliating breast harness still squeezed her torso and her fists were still coated in tape, but her arms and legs were free from the constricting cables.

That wasn’t to say they were any freer, of course. Her elbows were wrenched together behind her back, and she could feel a leather armbinder encasing everything from her hands to just below her shoulders, laced tightly in place and further secured by belts at several points along its length.  A similar leather binder was belted around her legs, covering everything from her thighs on down.  As if having her arms and legs squeezed together so tightly wasn’t restrictive enough, the ends of the two binders were linked together, forcing her fists to almost touch her toes in a painful pseudo-hogtie.

“Up you go, bitch,” the scarred man said, scooping his arms under Sable’s stomach and carrying her toward the loading dock.  “Not sure what you did to piss off the boss so much, but she made a special transport cart just for you!  Said that just sticking you in a pod like the Spider would be too nice…”

As Sable approached the truck that would be shipping her and Spider-Man off to their fate, the first thing she caught sight of was the pod the thugs kept mentioning.  It was a narrow, rounded tube made of shiny black metal, just barely big enough to hold Spider-Man in a standing position.  Bands of glowing blue energy were wrapped around his body, holding him in place, and a bulky metal collar was locked around his neck, connected to the back wall of the pod by a short blue energy rope.

“Just another bit of your tech the boss reverse-engineered,” the man explained as two of his cohorts closed the doors of the pod, sealing Spider-Man inside.  “Not even the Spider can break through those force fields, especially not with that cock ring distracting him.  But if I were you, I’d be a lot more worried about what we’ve got in store for you.”

As if on cue, Sable’s eyes drifted from the pod to the apparatus next to it.  She’d overlooked it before, her attention naturally drawn to the more high-tech device rather than what appeared to be an ordinary luggage cart.  But looking closer, she noticed two details that set the cart apart.  The first was a strange box-shaped emitter at the center of the top bar.

And the second was the biggest, thickest black rubber dildo she’d ever seen, pointing inward from one of the supporting poles, a pair of straps dangling from either side.

“NMMMM!” Sable screamed, thrashing fruitlessly in the man’s arms as he carried her to the cart and held her aloft just below the top bar.  One of the other thugs grabbed her arms and legs, holding the linked part of her binders up to the emitter as his partner switched it on.  Instantly she felt her hands and feet freeze in place, trapped in their current position by an unknown force.

“The boss came up with this one herself,” the scarred man said, releasing Sable’s torso and letting her dangle from the emitter.  “She called it a ‘localized space-locking field’ or something like that.  I’ve got no clue what that means, except that you’re stuck swinging around like a pinata until someone turns it off.  But this last little device - well, I know exactly how this one works!”

Grabbing the back of Sable’s head with one massive hand, the man set to work peeling away the duct tape wrapped around the mercenary’s mouth, painfully yanking out more than a few of her hairs in the process.  Once the tape was gone, he stuck his fingers into her mouth and plucked out the soggy mass of cloth, allowing Sable to speak once more - if only for a few brief moments as he pushed her head toward the mounted dildo.

“If you even think of putting that thing in my mouth, I’ll - GGLLRPH!”

“You’ll do nothing,” the man finished for her, buckling the straps around the back of her head to keep her lips snugly wrapped around the base of the dildo.  “Nothing but squirm and suck on a big, fat rubber cock like the weak, worthless whore you are.”

“FHHG YLL!” Sable cursed, her words coming out garbled around the massive dildo poking into the back of her throat.  The man simply chuckled, drew a black scarf from his pocket, and tied it over her eyes.

“You’d better get that out of your system now, because all that spirit is just going to get you in trouble where you’re going.  Whatever you thought you were before tonight - a princess, a CEO, a mercenary - as of now, you’re nothing more than Amelia Tempest’s helpless plaything.  And if you thought you were having a rough night with the guys and gals in the warehouse, just wait ‘til she gets her hands on you!”

Sable barely heard the sound of the man’s departing footsteps over her own outraged cries, but she couldn’t mistake the grinding of the truck door closing behind him, or the rumbling vibrations as the driver started the engine and pulled out of the loading dock.  Soon, the two vigilantes would be face to face with the ruthless tycoon who had arranged their capture.

The question was, just what would she decide to do with them once they were in her clutches?

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“Really?  Not a single sighting in over a week?  Well, I can certainly see why you’d be concerned, Mayor Osborn, but have you considered this may actually be a positive for the city?”

Leaning back in her plush office chair, Amelia Tempest idly twirled the cord of her desk phone with her finger as she listened to Norman Osborn’s response.

“No, nothing of the sort, Mayor Osborn; Jameson is a hack, and the whole city knows it.  But have you thought about what it means for Spider-Man to have disappeared so suddenly?”

Another pause, as her conversation partner jumped right down the wrong track.

“Thankfully, that’s the least likely scenario.  There hasn’t been a single high-profile supervillain operating in New York since Hammerhead’s death - certainly no one strong enough to succeed where Octavius failed!  Mayor Osborn, you’re thinking too negatively.  Together, we’ve rooted out the moles in the police force and provided them with state-of-the-art equipment.  The Maggia is running scared, and now more than ever, our boys and girls in blue are able to make a true contribution to the safety and prosperity of our city!”

There was silence on the other end of the line as Amelia continued.  “No, I think you’ll find our friendly neighborhood web-slinger has simply taken advantage of this newfound peace and gone on vacation.  As far as we know, he’s still human under that mask, and even the strongest humans burn out eventually.  Now that his services aren’t quite so desperately needed, he can take the break he so richly deserves after all his years of hard work protecting New York City.  I guarantee you, Mayor Osborn: just give it a few weeks and he’ll be right back out there like nothing happened, rested, relaxed, and better than ever!”

That was even true, in a manner of speaking.  Memory-altering magic was such a useful tool.

“Now, was there anything else you wanted to discuss, Mayor Osborn?  ...No?  Well, I’m afraid I’ll have to be on my way to a meeting then.  ...No, nothing severe, just a belligerent employee who’s more than earned herself a demotion.  I’ll see you at the fundraiser on Friday.  Goodbye!”

The fake smile fell from Amelia’s face before she even had the handset back in the cradle.  Norman Osborn was slime, plain and simple.  If it weren’t for the public relations boost he’d gained working with her, his reelection campaign would be well on its way to dying a swift and well-deserved death.  But slime could be useful if handled properly, and Amelia Tempest was a master of twisting men’s wills to her design.  It had been all too easy to worm her way into his confidence with the usual honeyed words and sizeable donations.  Desperate for anything to save face after the Devil’s Breath fiasco, he’d thrown the full weight of both Oscorp and the mayor’s office behind her philanthropic initiatives.

Of course, Amelia had already made plans to deal with Osborn once his usefulness ran out.  All she had to do was say the word, and an “anonymous tipster” would leak documents onto the internet revealing dozens of Oscorp’s unethical and illegal experiments.  She could already see herself addressing the media with tears in her eyes, expressing her horror at Osborn’s crimes and blaming herself for misjudging his character in her haste to help the community.

Lord knew she’d practiced the speech enough times already.

“It’ll serve him right for mistaking me for a secretary the first time we met,” Amelia grumbled to herself.  To some people, it didn’t seem to matter how hard she worked or what she accomplished.  They’d just see her hair color, her bountiful bust, and her less-than-concealing wardrobe, and they’d immediately assume she was just some blonde bimbo who “earned” her position lying on her back.

Swiveling her chair around, Amelia looked out the window of her penthouse office with pride.  The Tempest Corporation headquarters didn’t occupy the largest building in the financial district by a long shot, but it was still an impressively large building, allowing her an excellent view of the city below.  A city she’d brought back from the brink of destruction by her own efforts.  Rebuilding the beleaguered police department from the ground up, bringing new work to impoverished neighborhoods - and, of course, covertly gathering up the remaining caches of Sable tech before another would-be Hammerhead got their hands on them.

“And speaking of Sable, it’s about time I had a word with her,” Amelia said to herself, swiveling back around and tapping a button on the underside of her desk.  An otherwise nondescript section of her office wall slid up, revealing a hidden elevator.  In the building plans, it was labeled as an emergency exit for the CEO in the event of a supervillain attack, descending straight to an impenetrable underground bunker.  In truth, attempting to ride the elevator in the traditional manner would trigger the emergency stop halfway down, flood the interior with knockout gas, and alert security, and the bunker itself had similar security measures in case anyone bypassed the elevator somehow.

Stepping on board, Amelia tapped out a lengthy sequence of floor numbers on the elevator buttons before the door closed.  The elevator hummed for a second, processing the button sequence, the results from the fingerprint scanner hidden in one of the buttons, and Amelia’s magical signature.  Finally, a loud ding split the silence, and a teleportation circle lit up beneath Amelia’s feet, instantaneously transporting her to the end of a metal-walled hallway.  This was the true underground bunker, buried deep beneath a condemned office building on the other side of the city.

Doors lined either side of the hallway, but Amelia didn’t spare them a second glance as she walked.  She had personally placed traps both magical and scientific in origin behind every single door in the hall, a final security measure in case an impossibly lucky intruder somehow made it this far.  Some might call it overkill, but Amelia had learned a long time ago that it wasn’t paranoia if everything really was out to get you, and she didn’t want anyone but her and her playthings setting foot in her little hideaway.

After passing the sixth set of doors, Amelia made a hard left turn, walking through the illusory section of wall and down the last stretch of hallway between herself and her playroom.  With a flick of her wrist, the door magically opened in front of her, allowing her to stroll right in without breaking her stride.

“And how are my darling little vigilantes doing this afternoon?  I can only imagine how badly you’ve been dying to see me again!”

As usual, the only answer Amelia received was a cacophony of muffled laughter and moaning.  Well, that was all she got from Spider-Man, anyway.  She was fairly certain she heard something that sounded like “FFFHHHHHHKKK YYYYHHHHHHHH!” from Sable in between squeals.

“You really need to lighten up already, Silver Slut,” Amelia said with a smirk.  “I mean, look at Spidey over there!  He hasn’t had half the orgasms you’ve had since you got here, and he’s not complaining at all!  At least I don’t think he’s complaining.  It’s really hard to tell under all that tape, isn’t it?”

In fact, more than a dozen rolls of industrial-strength duct tape had gone into Spider-Man’s current bondage.  The humiliated hero was almost completely wrapped up and taped to a thick metal pole, but with his legs pulled up behind him in a frogtie that left his bare soles facing up.  The only parts of his body exposed were his feet, chest, and dick, all of which had white adhesive pads of Amelia’s own design stuck onto them.  These pads had a devious purpose: to map out the nerves of the area they were placed and find the most sensitive spots, then use controlled vibrations to tickle, tease, and pleasure those areas with ruthless efficiency, switching up their patterns at random to prevent the victim from ever growing used to their ministrations.  Capping it all off was a magical cock ring locked tightly around the base of his cock, preventing him from cumming no matter the pleasure.

Silver Sable’s predicament was much the opposite of Spider-Man’s, but no less devious.  Dressed in a degradingly skimpy set of lacy silver lingerie with matching stockings and garters, the once-proud mercenary was strapped tightly to a low table, her legs together and her arms at her sides.  A quartet of magically-animated electric toothbrushes roamed across the soles of her stocking-clad feet, nearly driving her mad with laughter - but that was far from the worst part.  The real torture came from the vibrating eggs tucked into the cups of her brassiere, the vibrating plugs crammed into her ass and pussy, and the vibrating wand carefully strapped between her legs so that the head just pushed up against her clit through the lingerie.  A spell Amelia had cast prevented dehydration and most of the other severe problems Sable would’ve otherwise experienced after a full day of repeated orgasms, but that didn’t make things any more pleasant for her, nor did the enormous dildo gag filling her mouth and the posture collar locked around her neck.

“It’s a shame things had to end up this way, you know,” Amelia purred, walking over to the mummified Spider-Man and wrapping her arms around his shoulders.  “I would’ve been perfectly fine with seducing you the old-fashioned way, but you just had to get involved in that silver-haired bimbo’s mess before I could work my magic on you.”

She caressed his cheek through the layers of tape and cloth covering it, smiling as he reflexively leaned into her touch.  Seemed the sensory deprivation was starting to get to him.  “I bet you’re wondering why I let you keep that mask of yours on even after I stripped you of everything else, aren’t you?  To put it simply, it’s because I don’t have the slightest bit of interest in discovering your secret identity - quite the opposite, in fact.  If I took your mask off, I wouldn’t have Spider-Man as my trophy anymore.  All I’d have would be a simple photographer, or pizza delivery boy, or pigeon breeder, or whatever you do when you’re not swinging around saving the day.  Or when you’re not hanging around in my dungeon begging to cum, for that matter.”

Her eyes trailed down his body as she spoke, gazing hungrily at his throbbing manhood.  “Hmm.. It’s already starting to look nice and juicy.  Maybe it’s about time I took another sample?  I know how much you loved it last time, after all…”

The muffled laughs and moans turned into pleading whines, and for a few moments, Amelia was actually tempted to let him cum already.  Not out of any actual sympathy, of course, but because of how much she’d enjoyed the last time.  After days of edging, she’d finally removed his cock ring, wrapped her lips around his dick, and sucked him dry of the entire massive load he’d been building up.  She wasn’t sure what her favorite part of the aftermath was: Spidey’s reaction when she’d locked the ring back on to start the process all over again, or Sable’s when Amelia had removed her gag right after the cumshot, pulled her into an open-mouthed kiss, and forced her to drink the entire mouthful of cum before letting her up for air.

“But no,” Amelia finished aloud, much to Spidey’s audible dismay, “I think you still need a little more time to build up a big enough load for me.  Maybe later, cutie!”

Amelia paid Spidey’s despairing moans no mind as she turned to face Sable, the mercenary scowling up at her as usual.  Kneeling down and pressing a finger to Sable’s collar, she spoke a single word:

“Reposition.”

She’d done this to Sable enough times over the last week that she knew exactly what was about to happen, so it was no surprise that Sable’s eyes were scrunched closed and her fists clenched long before her collar delivered the paralyzing shock.  Seconds later, the leather straps around her unbuckled themselves, and the electric toothbrushes at her feet dropped lifelessly to the floor.

“Unlike Spider-Man, I wasn’t originally planning to kidnap you,” Amelia admitted, setting the vibrating wand aside before dragging Sable off the table and laying her on her side.  With a flare of magic from her outstretched palm, a box full of ropes flew from the side of the room into Amelia’s hand.  “I didn’t think even an irresponsible bimbo like you would be stupid enough to show your face in New York again after what you did, but I guess I overestimated you.”

Whatever protests Sable was trying to make were hopelessly garbled by both her gag and her temporary paralysis, so Amelia continued speaking over her as she bound Sable’s wrists tightly behind her back.  “But when you did show up, looking for all that dangerous weaponry and armor you left behind when you decided to abandon a war zone you helped to create-”

The tightness of the rope was as biting as Amelia’s tone as she tightened the knot.  Grabbing more rope from the box, she set to work tying an uncomfortably strict breast harness around Sable’s torso and upper arms.

“-I just couldn’t let the opportunity pass me up, could I?  You see, Silver Slut, I’m a firm believer in ‘finders keepers’.  If I find deadly weapons lying around unattended in abandoned buildings and gang hideouts, I keep them.  If I find a misguided vigilante sneaking into my warehouse while under the mistaken impression I want to use those weapons myself, I keep him.  And if I find a bloodthirsty, self-absorbed cunt gunning down my employees to reclaim weapons she’s already proven she can’t be trusted with - well, I think you’ve got the pattern by now.”

More coils of rope came from the box, one after another.  The first two were used to tie Sable’s legs together; one at the ankles, and the other at the knees.  Coils three and four were woven around the midway points of her thighs and calves before being tied together, forcing her to keep her legs in a kneeling position.

“Still, I’ll give you one thing in your favor, Silver Slut,” Amelia said, scooping Sable up into her arms and carrying her towards the back of the room.  “You’re one resilient bitch!  I’ve been torturing you here for a full week now, but you haven’t broken even the tiniest bit, have you?  No crying or begging, even for a moment; just non-stop defiance at every turn.”

Amelia didn’t slow down as she approached the far wall, walking right through another illusion into a small, dark room.

“Surprised?  I’ve been having this extension built in secret for a few days now, just for you!  Since overstimulation didn’t seem to do the trick, I thought maybe what you really needed was some nice, quiet time alone with your thoughts.”

With that, she put Sable down - not on the ground, but in a tiny rectangular hole, one just barely big enough to completely fit Sable’s body as long as she stayed curled up on her side with her knees to her chest.

“NN-NHHH!  DHNN LHHHF MH HRRR LHHK THHSH!” Sable screamed, the paralysis finally wearing off.”

“Oh?  Finally ready to beg?” Amelia taunted, linking Sable’s collar to a ring in the hole wall with a short length of chain and padlocking it.  She wouldn’t even be able to move her head now.  “Unfortunately, it’s a little late for that.  I went to all of the trouble of having this little sensory deprivation chamber built, and now you’re going to spend a nice long while testing it out!”

Ignoring Sable’s futile struggles, Amelia began the process of sealing her in, bit by bit.  Rather than being covered by a single trapdoor, the chamber Sable was bound inside had three trapdoor lids layered one over the other.  The first was a clear plexiglass layer with numerous air holes, the second was a set of iron prison bars, and the third was a smooth sheet of red plastic, enchanted to allow air through but nothing else.  One by one, Amelia closed and padlocked each lid, Sable’s gagged screams finally falling silent with the third lid.

“Maybe if I decide you’ve earned a break, I’ll come back here in a day or two and open one or two of the lids for a while,” Amelia mused, knowing fully well that Sable couldn’t hear her.  “I might even take my heels off and stand on the plexiglass, so you can spend your whole break looking up at my feet.  But otherwise, I guess I’ll be seeing you in a week, Silver Slut.  Hopefully you’ll be a little more cooperative by then.”

Her business with Sable concluded for now, Amelia returned to the main room of the bunker.  Now that the rough part was over with, she could begin her more pleasurable work.

“Oh, Spidey?” she cooed, tracing circles around his chest with a fingernail.  “Now that we have the room to ourselves, how about I show you some real fun?”

Giggling at his muffled cries of desperation, Amelia trailed her fingertips down his body until they came to rest at his cock ring.  She spoke a single word - but not the one her captive had been hoping to hear.

“Reposition.”

With surprising speed, Amelia brought her arms up just in time to catch Spider-Man’s limp body as the strips of tape holding him to the pole unraveled themselves.  Hefting him over her shoulder, she carried him over to the table Sable had previously occupied and began to strap him down.  Amelia could already tell this was going to be an amazing ride for her - especially since she had no intention of deactivating the cock ring until he’d given her an orgasm of her own...