Caught in her Web - Chapter 33 (Patreon)

Chapter 33

Tags: Exhibitionism, Streaming, Sex-Machine, Chat Interaction

The corner of Pete’s vision was being lit up with notifications.

Sighing, he batted aside the lifelike, synthetic phallus and slid out from under his latest project before pulling up his social app with his AR lens.

He couldn’t help but grin as he quickly scanned through Harry’s progressively hyped and excited messages. Looking up at the nearby screen, his smile widened when he saw the girls streaming their recording session…completely in the nude.

Their music had changed with their new direction, as had the band’s name. They’d gone for something suitably edgy to suit their new style and vibe, Broken Halos.

MJ had been really proud of the name.

She still hadn’t forgiven him for his bout of mocking laughter when he’d first heard it.

In my defence, I thought she was joking…

With Felicia as the new lead vocalist, they’d shifted from upbeat pop rock to more soulful power ballads. Pete didn’t know what any of that meant other than it let Felicia flex her range and that their fans were receptive, and growing in number every single day.

And not just because of their streams blowing up, and them being colloquially known as the Naked Rockers.

Looking up at the screen, the stream being hosted on Gwen’s channel, Pete chuckled when he saw Betty had finally joined the others in shedding all of her clothes. Her face was cherry red and she was doing her best to avoid the cameras while playing the piano, but her blush was just adorable. While she wasn’t as stacked as MJ, Felicia or Gloria, or athletic as Gwen, his old friend’s girlfriend was undeniably cute.

He had to fight the urge to get up and go down there just so he could pinch her big, rosy cheeks.

Pete felt like he was doing her a disservice referring to her as the ‘cute’ one. Betty, now that she’d shed her inhibitions, was just as attractive and alluring as her friends - in a sexy nerd sort of way - even if she, herself, didn’t one hundred percent believe it. He hummed in approval as he watched her pert breasts jiggle with her motions, his mind recalling the scant few times she’d starred in one of Gwen’s old videos where her body had also jiggled invitingly.

Pete: She’s super pretty. Now stop jacking off, I’ve a feeling you’re gonna have a horny girlfriend coming home tonight.

Harry: Fuck that noise. Your nanites help with that anyway. My place is gonna look like a Jackson Pollock painting in a few minutes.

Pete laughed and shook his head. Harry had clearly had a few too many drinks, he wasn’t usually so brazen.

Pete kept his eyes on the stream as he went back to working on Gwen’s surprise present. Gloria and MJ looked gorgeous with their big tits hanging out as they played their bass and guitar respectfully. The black girl looked like it was just any other recording session while MJ’s pale skin was almost completely flushed red - a combination of her arousal and exertions, no doubt.

The sexy slut was moving around a lot, clearly enjoying putting on a show for their viewers by making her heavy tits sway as much as possible. Also, while she was no longer the lead vocalist, she often joined Felicia as a backup and harmonised well with her.

Felicia didn’t play an instrument - instead she focused on singing, her deep, soulful voice giving him goosebumps as the chorus kicked in. Though just as stacked as Gloria and MJ, she was clearly lost in the lyrics of the song and wasn’t paying the camera much attention - not that mattered any to her adoring fans.

Naturally, though he’d eagerly glanced at the other girls, his eyes were always drawn back to his girlfriend.

God, she’s incredible.

Their new style of music didn’t really allow for Gwen to flex her talents as much anymore, but if that bothered her she certainly hadn’t said so to him. Still, after hours of playing, her body was shining with perspiration, glistening incredibly as it reflected the lights in the studio. Pete blew out a deep breath as the reflecting light somehow enhanced her powerful physique, and he quickly felt himself hardening in his pants.

When the song ended, the girls all smiled and let out a cheer, bowing towards the camera as chat went wild. MJ and Felicia scurried off screen to the still-clothed Andre to supposedly deal with the technical aspects of the music while Gloria took a seat and crossed her legs with her bass in her lap, fiddling with the tuning. Unrestrained, her heavy breasts often got in the way of what she was doing, but she powered through regardless.

Pete grunted, hunger burning in his eyes as they devoured the sexy, tattooed woman, her dark skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. He’d held firm on not playing with her anymore unless she let Gwen join them too, and while she clearly showed signs of caving every time they were in the same room together, Pete often found himself regretting his words too.

Especially now as he watched her pendulous tits get smooshed against her bass, his mind reminding him how they felt in his hands, and how her deep, cool voice sounded when she was crying out in pleasure.

Shaking his head, he turned his attention to Gwen and Betty and he couldn’t help but laugh. Betty was only the shy one in comparison to her wildly slutty friends, in any other friendship group, she might even be the MJ.

Eh, maybe not. There’s only one MJ…

Still…he’d seen the videos. While relatively few in number, he still recalled one where three of Betty’s holes had been plugged up by hung, hulking football players after one of her birthday parties. It was hard to keep thinking of her as the innocent one when that image kept popping up in his mind.

I wonder if Harry’s seen that one…

Now he watched as Gwen joined her on the bench by her piano, her naughty hands groping the bespectacled girl’s perky tits while her face lit up a brilliant red. Gwen laughed throatily at her reaction, her head flicking towards the camera before winking for her adoring fans.

Betty followed her gaze, her eyes clouded over with lust as Gwen’s hand disappeared under the piano and presumably started to fiddle with her friend’s pussy.

Chat went wild.

Wait ‘till they see what I have planned for them after this…

Chat wasn’t the only observer that went wild though.

Harry: I swear, Gwen is a national treasure. Hey, we should have an orgy sometime.

Pete snorted at the message, wondering if his friend would feel the same when he wasn’t wasted. Still, Betty was the only one of the friendship group that he hadn’t done anything sexual with, so the idea appealed to him. He envisioned how her face would pinken adorably when he whispered in her ear how he’d seen her videos, his hard cock sliding in and out of her tight, little pussy.

He shook his head forcibly and went back to applying the finishing touches on his latest contraption.

Pete: I’m down.

Harry: FUCK! Pete, how do you get cum stains out of carpet? Betty’s gonna KILL me!

Pete barked out an almost hysterical laugh as his AI sent over some info that would help. Looking back at the screen, Gwen was nuzzling Betty’s neck, nibbling, licking and planting featherlight kisses along its length while groping her and, presumably, giving her a good ol’ finger fucking too. Betty was writhing against her friend, clearly not having expected the sexual advance while they were streaming to thousands of people, but not entirely against it either.

As hot as the scene was, what really had him excited was seeing how Gloria was trying to watch the action discreetly out of the corner of her eye, the bassist often squirming and readjusting when she thought nobody was paying attention.

Hmm. I wonder if her aversion to playing with women is more a cultural thing than a preference or sexual orientation…

Betty’s pants were positively adorable, her face scrunched up with pleasure as she writhed against Gwen’s powerful, unyielding body. Both of her arms reached up and behind her to loop around Gwen’s neck, giving his grinning girlfriend full access to her perky, unguarded tits. Gwen had shifted from licking and suckling on Betty’s neck to whispering - no-doubt - filthy things in her friend’s ear, her eyes staring directly into the camera.

When Betty came, she did so with a soft cry, shaking with pleasure as her orgasm ripped through her body for thousands of horny onlookers to see.

Winking at the camera, Gwen smiled. ‘Hope you enjoyed that, you horny idiots. See you next time.’

Pete laughed as he watched chat despair before someone, likely Andre, switched off the stream.

Don’t worry guys, she’ll be back REAL soon.

Pete: Hey, come to the gaming room when you’re done - I’ve got a surprise for you.

Gwen: Hah! Did our little show get you excited, Stud?

Pete: Something like that. 

His last message was accompanied by a deviously grinning, animated, chibi version of himself and Gwen replied in kind, her cute avatar filling his vision as it bounced around like a hyperactive child.

-

Later, after the girls had left and Gwen took a quick shower - unfortunately, he was feeling particularly filthy that night and wouldn’t have minded cleaning her body with his tongue - he heard her approach.

‘Sup?’ she called out before turning into the gaming room, freezing in shock as she entered and beheld his surprise.

Pete grinned, enjoying the stunned look on Gwen’s face as she took the scene in. He’d already taken the liberty to switch her stream back on, her delighted viewers flocking back in droves. Given she’d just finished a jamming stream, their hype levels were off the charts - Gwen only did one other kind of stream.

‘What the fuck?’

Pete’s smile widened as he turned and beheld his little contraption with pride. ‘Figured you’d like it.’

His contraption was rudimentary in design and simple in function. Essentially a napping pod chair with stirrups instead of a footrest, it would have looked relatively simple and tame to anyone that didn’t know him better.

Knowing him incredibly well though, Gwen turned and regarded him with confusion, her eyebrows shooting up in surprise when she saw her stream being mirrored on the TV, the waiting screen the only thing being televised for now as the viewer count steadily rose.

When she turned her gaze back to him, he smirked and he motioned to the contraption. ‘Your throne, my Queen.’

Her eyes narrowed and her lips twitched in amusement. She hadn’t bothered dressing after her shower, her gorgeous, muscular body still damp and glistening under the lights. She’d clearly expected them to have some fun after the warm-up that had been her naked recording session with the girls.

Well, she’s mostly right.

Cautiously, she approached the chair and took a seat, not even flinching as the stirrups and armrests activated when their pressure senses simultaneously engaged, locking both her feet and arms securely in place. More out of curiosity than a desire to break free, she struggled against her restraints and her breath quickened when she found herself locked securely in place.

She sucked in a breath, ready to ask a question, but paused when two tiny compartments opened in the chair, one behind her neck and one between her legs. Gwen was already breathing heavily, her arousal so powerful her heart was threatening to beat out of her chest, but when two streams of liquid metal trailed out over her shoulders and down towards her pebbled nipples, and one more up her inner thigh towards her exposed and sensitive clit, she bit her lips to stifle a groan of desire.

Upon reaching their targets, the liquid metal solidified, creating a highly conductive channel towards three of Gwen’s most sensitive, erogenous zones.

They hadn’t even started and Gwen was already a mess, her cheeks flush with arousal, her eyes smouldering with desire and her chest rising and falling so rapidly, he’d be worried she was on the verge of a panic attack if he didn’t know better.

Pete grinned and winked. ‘Ready for a charity stream?’

She sucked in an excited breath. ‘I fucking love charity streams.’

Pete snorted before giggling, his pants feeling uncomfortably tight as he beheld the love of his life bound, helpless and as excited as he’d ever seen her. He ran the streaming software, activated the AI that controlled the chat and anti-clipping protocols, then gave Gwen a countdown with his fingers before switching on the camera.

‘H-hey guys, long time no see,’ Gwen greeted, her breath shaky and filled with so much sexual excitement his cock throbbed. She was reading the rapidly scrolling chat through her AR lens and laughing breathlessly, her lips spread in a giddy smile. ‘I’d love to tell you what this is about, but I’m as clueless as all of you. All I know is that my boyfriend told me this was a charity stream before strapping me into this chair, I -’

Apparently not all the girls had left yet. Pete looked over his shoulder, his eyebrows raising when Felicia slipped into the room dressed in a comfy tracksuit and her eyes twinkling in delight. Gwen started in surprise upon seeing her friend, grinning bashfully at her compromising position.

‘Hey Felicia,’ Gwen greeted with an almost hysterical giggle. ‘Thought you left ages ago.’

‘I could lie and say I forgot my purse,’ she admitted without a hint of shame as she stopped behind his chair and started to sensually rub his shoulders. Pete screwed his eyes shut and groaned at the sensation of her powerful fingers - Felicia had become a lot more flirty with him lately, much more touchy-feely, and that included frequent, arguably inappropriate shoulder rubs. ‘But honestly? I just didn’t want to miss the afterparty, I could smell how horny you were when we wrapped up.’

Pete grunted in amusement around his sounds of pleasure and Gwen giggled breathlessly. ‘Well, you’re welcome to enjoy the show…’

‘Speaking of…’ Pete continued, getting both the girls’ and Chat’s attention. He rarely broke his silence while Gwen was streaming, preferring to be a silent participant. He cared a lot less about his anonymity lately, especially with how indiscreet they had both been in regards to their sex life lately. ‘Let’s get started, shall we?’

Both Gwen and Felicia jolted in surprise when a third compartment slid open on the chair. His girlfriend didn’t have a clear view of what was coming, but she could see well enough through her own stream that she no-doubt had pulled up on her AR lens.

‘Oh la la,’ Felicia purred and Gwen sucked in an excited breath, because from beneath the chair, two wrist-thick black tendrils snaked out from between her legs, their mushroom-head tips letting everyone know their purpose if they were somehow innocent enough to not intuit their purpose naturally.

The tendrils waved around in the air as if greeting chat, but in reality, they were secreting a thin film of lubricant through their porous, synthetic skin to make the next part…more comfortable. Gwen audibly groaned when she realised this and Felicia’s shoulder rub became more intense.

His girlfriend bit her lip and her back arched when the tendrils - definitely, not tentacles - reversed direction and made their way towards her core. The way she was positioned with her feet raised and up in the stirrups left both her pussy and rosebud completely exposed, a fact the tendrils took great pleasure in remedying by burrowing their way into her tight holes.

‘Ooooooh fuuuuuuck,’ Gwen cried, her voice coming out in a long, deep groan as her head rocked from side to side. The tendrils snaked all the way inside her until she was stuffed to the brim, but instead of thrusting, their girth expanded and retracted continuously, almost like a pair of lungs, stuffing Gwen like a thanksgiving turkey before relenting and giving her some relief - over and over.

Getting over the initial pleasure, Gwen turned to the camera and grinned sexily.

‘Guys, seriously, f-find yourself a guy,’ her back arched and her eyes screwed shut as she writhed against her bonds, undulating in pleasure, ‘or g-girl that’ll build you a fucking hentai sex machine!’

‘What is hentai?’ Felicia asked, bending down to whisper in his ear. Her hot breath caused delightful tingles to shoot up and down his spine as he turned to regard his sexy secretary with an impish grin. 

‘Japanese cartoon porn, basically.’

She rolled her eyes, though the expression was filled with fondness rather than ridicule. They’d grown a lot closer ever since the attack on New York, especially with all their secrets now out in the open.

‘Right,’ Pete called, raising his voice so that he could be heard by the chat. He had invisible drones floating around that did an excellent job of picking up their audio and serving as microphones, so he probably didn’t really need to. ‘As Gwen already said, this is a charity stream, all proceeds will go to the Helen Stacy Memorial Fund to help with building new hospitals. Now that all the legal stuff is out of the way, your donations will directly affect the chair. I’d explain what each type of donation means, but I set them up to be pretty self explanatory and I’d rather they be a surprise to Gwen. Have fun!’


Gwen was staring at him with wide eyes and he hadn’t even finished his spiel before the donations started rolling in. The way he’d set up the system, there were infinitely re-reachable donation goals, and each time one of them was met, the corresponding effect would be triggered.

He wasn’t surprised by which one Chat went for first.

Gwen’s entire body strained against her bindings, her eyes screwed shut and her back arched, wailing as a jolt of electricity shot through the channels connected to her nipples and clit. Chat would have been horrified if they knew how many volts they’d just dumped into their sexy streamer idol, but to be fair, they also didn’t know that she could absolutely take it. Gwen continued to cry out with a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain as the stream of electricity persisted for ten seconds before relenting, letting her sag against her bindings, her forehead already slick with sweat.

She looked over at him, her eyes heavily lidded. ‘I love you so fucking much.’

Normally when a female streamer showed love towards anyone but her chat, the dipshits would go absolutely mental. Not only had the AI done an excellent job of culling the weirdos, but the rest were hard-pressed to care, especially when Gwen was so free with her body, and even more now that they could directly play with her.

The donations rolled in and, unsurprisingly, the next goal was another shock through the clamps.

‘Can I have a turn?’ Felicia asked, bending down to purr the question in his ear. Pete didn’t take his eyes off his writhing girlfriend when he answered.

‘Sure, but only on stream - it’s for a good cause, after all.’

‘Naughty boy,’ she purred again and he shuddered when she took his earlobe in between her teeth before sucking it into her mouth. His secretary giggled when he let out a long, shaky breath, his cock very obviously threatening to tear a hole in his pants. 

‘Is that all you got, pussies?!’ Gwen taunted, her hair slick with sweat and plastered to her skin, her chest rising and falling as she breathed heavily, so turned on she was panting with arousal. The words had barely left her lips when she had another dose of electroshock therapy.

‘Fuuuuuuuuuck!’

Thankfully, for Gwen, the next donation goal that was reached was tied to the tendrils filling her pussy and asshole. Previously content with just sitting inside her and spreading her holes wide, the two phallic-tipped tendrils bulged, causing Gwen’s eyes to go wide in shock.

‘Ooooh…’

Then she jerked and whined as the tendrils gently eased out of her, her lips and tight ass almost reluctant to let go of the glistening intruders. Gwen let out a sigh of relief, but what she didn’t know was that her initial penetration was just the machine zeroing itself, discovering what her deepest, most comfortable level of penetration was.

It was a necessary step, because when the tendrils thrust back into her…they didn’t do it gently.

‘Aaaah!’ Gwen cried with a breathy, erotic squeal as the motors driving the prehensile tendrils whirred and started to brutally thrust, in-tandem, in and out of her. With their enhanced girth and self-lubing properties, not only did they reach and hit every part of Gwen’s molten insides, but they did so with relative ease, ripping cries of pleasure from his girlfriend as she writhed in her chair.

Said cries turned into her most erotic squeal yet when the donation for the nipple and clit shock ticked over while she was getting a thorough tentacle fucking.

She went from writhing to freezing in place, her mouth open in a silent scream and her entire body tensed as she was both shocked and fucked. The genius of his machine, in Pete’s humble opinion, was the shocking aspect, not only did it add a little pain to the pleasure for his deliriously moaning girlfriend, but it forced her to tense her muscles, showing off her muscular physique in a way that just wouldn’t be possible otherwise. Pete was all-but salivating as he watched her legs bulge and her abs clench deliciously.

As if sensing his need, Felicia slid one hand off his shoulder, trailed it down the front of his chest and slipped it inside his sweats at the same time as her lips pressed against his ear.

‘Ooh, what’s this?’ she purred, encircling her fingers around his shaft and gripping him firmly. Her soft hand felt exquisite, almost as good as her thick lips toying with his ear. ‘Do you enjoy watching your beloved battle between intense pleasure and pain…?

‘...Yes,’ he breathed out in response and Felicia chuckled throatily at his honesty, both watching Gwen continue to moan and writhe, the tendrils picking up in speed as they thrust in and out of her poor, abused holes.

Slipping her hand lower down his shaft, his secretary cupped his balls and squeezed them gently. ‘How… honest. That’s so sexy…’

This time, it was Pete’s turn to whine piteously when Felicia released him and went back to rubbing his shoulders, she didn’t do so before pulling his dick out and exposing his hardness to the room, his shaft already glistening with his pre-cum.

Gwen bit her lip and smiled naughtily when, in a brief lull in between donation goals, she looked over and saw what was happening, her eyes zeroing in on his aching shaft.

‘How does it feel, Chat?’ Gwen purred, her eyes turning to the camera and her grin mischievous. ‘You’re all fucking me right now -’

‘No they’re not,’ Pete cut in, causing Gwen to pause and turn to him in surprise. Pete grinned cheekily and winked. ‘Not yet they’re not, though I might have a solution for that in the near future. It’s all contingent on how successful this stream is - it’ll cost a lot of money, I need to make sure it’s worth it…’

That was complete bullshit, of course, he’d already started production for devices that would facilitate what he’d just promised. If his mysterious words also spurred the chatters on further, causing them to donate way more than they already would? For a good cause?

Why not?

Gwen wasn’t privy to the scheme, not entirely anyway. Though she knew some things that were involved, like the new merch they were planning, he didn’t want to ruin the surprise. The look in her eyes when he teased it though could have melted vibranium, so smouldering were they that he wondered if she’d unlocked a new superpower.

‘You hear that, boys?’ she teased, her back arching and humming in approval as another current of electricity shot through her. ‘If you want to see what my sexy, devious man is cooking up, something that’ll let you fuck me, you’d best get donating…’

Pete and Felicia both chuckled as they watched the donations spike on the nearby screen. Reaching over, he also upped the voltage of the shock clamps after noticing Gwen was already growing used to the punishment. Felicia cursed when she saw the number, correctly intuiting what it was in reference to and turning to stare at Gwen in awe.

‘Don’t worry, I’ll turn it down when it’s your turn.’ he teased, cackling when he felt Felicia’s massage halt and her entire body shudder behind him. She’d been teasing earlier, obviously, but he was deadly serious and expected her to hop on after Gwen. He was eager to see her holes split open by his latest invention. She sensed the seriousness in his words, his assured tone making her knees go weak.

‘You are a bad man, Peter Parker,’ she said, bending down to whisper in his ear.

Pete chuckled darkly. ‘I can’t wait to hear what you say when you’re getting fucked in that chair in front of thousands of people.’

Felicia didn’t respond, but he heard her whine behind him, her breath shuddering with desire.

Licking her lips, Gwen was eyeing his erection hungrily as the tendrils fucked in and out of her. They’d barely stopped after their first activation, and Pete quickly and secretly added second and third tiers to that dono that would increase their intensity many times over if triggered in rapid succession.

‘Get over here babe,’ Gwen pleaded, her eyes locked on his shaft. ‘I need you.’

Expecting him to refuse, Pete chuckled at Felicia’s gasp when he stood and allowed his pants to fall around his ankles.

‘Ms. Potts is not going to like this…’

Pete snorted and Gwen barked out a laugh. Before he approached his bound girlfriend, Pete made sure to temporarily deactivate the electro-shocking goal - not wanting to accidentally kill himself. Felicia squeezed his firm ass like a horny mom at a bachelorette party and he turned to give her a wink before approaching his girlfriend, his hard dick leading the way.

Not able to reach for him, Gwen opened her mouth and whined like an adorable baby wanting some food. Chuckling, Pete ran a hand through her sweat-slicked hair and slipped his cock into her waiting mouth, sighing in bliss when she pulled at her nanites to elongate her tongue and spiral it around his length

Gwen giggled as she stared up at him and his over the top reaction, her lips sealed around his shaft and hiding the forbidden knowledge of what she was doing within. That giggle turned into a muffled squeal when stage two of the tendril fucking dono kicked into gear, the two, black appendages speeding up in their coordinated thrusts.

He was surprised that Gwen was able to hold his stare so easily, her mischievous, loving eyes twinkling but otherwise trained on his as she moaned, groaned and shuddered at the fucking.

That all changed stage three of the donation effect triggered.

Pete, who’d been gently swaying his hips back and forth as Gwen deepthroated his shaft, giggled as his girlfriend’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and she groaned long and deep. Both appendages thickened again and focused on rubbing against each other through the thin gap between her vaginal and anal walls.

With a shaky smile, Pete pulled away, content to watch Gwen thrash and squeal as the thick tendrils went wild. Her body was tense, her toes curled and her back arched. She made no sounds aside from barely audible gasps, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream.

He’d barely made it back to his seat and collapsed limply into the chair when the voluptuous, naked Felicia dropped to the floor between his legs, her thick, violet-painted lips slipping over his crown and taking him all the way to the hilt with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Pete groaned lustily and had just enough wherewithal to re-enable the shocking goals before he felt all strength leave his body…and his secretary’s naughty finger slipping into his ass.

Gwen didn’t regain coherence until the tendrils returned back to stage one, her body shining with perspiration and her breath coming in ragged gasps. She laughed, her voice husky when she noticed Felicia sucking his cock, her eyes slipping out of focus as she went back to reading chat.

With the shocking back on the table, Gwen answered questions as nonchalantly as possible given her situation, only pausing to cry out in pain and pleasure when appropriate. Her first orgasm came when a shock was delivered perfectly during a stage two tendril fucking, the combination of sensations driving her over the edge.

Both Felicia and Pete watched her writhe in silence, enraptured by the beautiful sight and her erotic cries. When his secretary turned her deep, smouldering gaze on him, staring up at him with lust with his thick cock still in her mouth, Pete sucked in a shuddering, excited breath.

‘That’s gonna be you, soon,’ he promised, then groaned as Felicia’s sucking grew more intense. He continued, enjoying how his words affected her. ‘Thousands are gonna watch as the famous Black Cat gets fucked,’ he promised in a whisper, panting with need as his secretary’s eyes grew more frenzied. ‘They’re all gonna watch and participate as your pretty little holes get spread wide,’ he paused, and grinned cheekily, his eyes flicking to his girlfriend who was now watching them intently. ‘Like a cheap, little whore.’

Gwen bit her lip and smiled at the naughty words but that was nothing compared to Felicia’s reaction. Slowly pulling off his cock, she never broke eye-contact with him as she stood between his legs and stared down at him, her face set in a stony mask but her rosy cheeks giving her away.

‘If that’s true,’ she began in a heated, passionate whisper, ‘you’d best prepare me, boss.’

Before he could parse her words and understand what she was talking about, she straddled his lap and impaled herself on his aching shaft in one swift movement, both of them letting out impassioned gasps at the unexpected pleasure. Felicia wrapped her arms around his shoulders and buried her face in the crook of his neck as she muttered expletives in French, gyrating and dancing on his lap.

Why is everything in that language so sexy…?

When he looked over Felicia’s shoulder, he was unsurprised to see Gwen watching them with a wild look in her eyes, her hips undulating as the thick tendrils impaled and writhed within her. Both her lips and rosebud were spread obscenely wide and her chat had an unobstructed view, their greedy, horny eyes devouring Gwen’s fucking as juices sloshed out from the tight seal she had around the intruders.

They stared deeply into each other’s eyes until Gwen screwed her eyes shut and howled another release as another surge of electricity shot directly into her nipples and clit. Pete chuckled as he watched his girl cum, his attention turning back to Felicia who was swivelling her hips in his lap, making circular motions as they fucked rather than bouncing on him.

Pulling back, he captured his secretary’s lips in a passionate, needy kiss before she went back to nuzzling his neck, ironically, like a kitten. Pete just chuckled, contending himself with his beyond-sexy lover having her way with him while he watched Gwen over her shoulder.

She recovered slowly, and was apparently reading the chat when she was lucid enough to do so.

‘...what?’ she slurred, her face scrunched up in confusion. ‘AJ45, you think my boyfriend is a cuck because he lets me stream in the nude?’ Her beautiful eyes narrowed in annoyance and she shook her head, all the while the thick tendrils still slid in and out of her, causing her body to continuously quiver and shudder - that somehow made everything hotter. ‘Not that it’s any of y’all’s business, but he’s currently off-screen fucking Black Cat while watching me, doesn’t that make me the cuck?’ She shook her head in disbelief, her lips curled in a sneer that was so utterly in opposition to what was happening it was almost funny. ‘Fucking dumbass - banned for being a dipshit. Let that be a lesson to all of you, if you wanna watch my content, don’t disrespect my man.’

Pete felt oddly touched by the gesture and, with his dick still impaled in his secretary, he stood and waddled over until both he and Felicia were in frame, standing beside the bound Gwen. While Pete bent down to plant a kiss on his girl’s lips in appreciation for defending his honour, Felicia stared at the camera with a saucy grin, her hips still gyrating as he easily supported her weight.

He let Felicia down as the position got a bit awkward, slipping out of her as they both turned to kiss the moaning and bound Gwen. This time, Felicia went for her lips while Pete focused first on the valley between her small, perky tits and then the lines of her abs. 

Pete deactivated the shock clamps with a thought, both reverting into streams of liquid metal before disappearing back into the chair and leaving her nipples and clit free. With devious grins on both their faces, Felicia slid down her body and focused on Gwen’s clit while Pete alternated suckling on and nibbling her nipples.

Needless to say, this drove Gwen wild. It drove Chat wild too if the perpetual tier three state of the tendrils had anything to say about it.

I’m almost scared to see how much money we’ve raised doing this…

Finally, after countless orgasms and another half hour of he and Felicia lavishing attention on her, Gwen had had enough.

Or rather, she was eager to see Felicia have a go on the chair.

Gwen’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and she shuddered and groaned as the tendrils finally slipped out of her, leaving her holes a gaping, obscene mess. Standing up on shaky legs, she grinned at Felicia, supporting her weight on the armrests.

‘Your turn…’

Felicia bit her plump lip and looked between them before grinning deviously, excitement shining in her eyes..

‘My father must be rolling over in his grave…’ Reaching over to him, Felicia ran a finger over his lips and smiled coquettishly. ‘Be gentle…’

Pete barked out a laugh and helped her get situated. She gasped when, upon putting her feet in the stirrups, she was immediately bound just as Gwen had been. He also relished her wide eyed stare and her quickening breath as the liquid metal came back out and covered her large, dark nipples and exposed, sensitive clit too.

‘Cold…’ she whined with an adorable pout.

‘Fucking hell you’re so hot,’ Gwen groaned, plopping herself down into his lap as they both prepared to watch the show. As the tendrils snaked out of the chair and approached the excited Felicia’s holes, Gwen massaged his cock with her powerful thighs, turning and grinning at him when she felt him bury his face in her powerful back and groan. ‘You like that, Stud?’

‘You know I do,’ he grunted, earning himself a giggle.

Felicia’s cry as she was impaled by the tendrils was euphoric, especially as they expanded inside her and filled her more than any human could. The shocks to her nipples and clit were also much gentler, given she wasn’t actually superhuman like Gwen was.

Gwen interacted with her chat while Pete made adjustments to the settings based on Felicia’s reactions - he’d designed this device for his girlfriend, after all, not for a regular human.

As if anything about Felicia could be considered regular…

Eventually, Gwen stood and pulled him up by the hand. ‘Come on Stud, they miss me already.’ Turning, she grabbed his other hand and grinned wide, her eyes smouldering with desire. ‘Let’s go fuck on camera, baby.’

It was only now, with Gwen words resounding in his mind like a gong, that Pete realised what he’d already done that evening without realising.

He’d fucked Felicia. On camera. Sure, they had measures to make sure the clips never perpetuated on the internet, but that was still a step further than he’d ever intended to go.

Why, though? The whole world has seen pics of me fucking Ororo already, how is this any different?

Grinning, Pete allowed himself to be dragged over to Felicia. Predictably, Gwen buried her face in her friend’s ample chest, both nipple clamps retracting to give her unrestricted access. With her ass waving in his face, Pete didn’t hesitate to put his hands on his girlfriend’s hips and slip inside, his head lolling back as he let out a guttural groan.

As he sawed his hips back and forth, he finally allowed himself to check the notifications that had been piling up ever since the show had started. He mostly ignored the humorous ones from Tony, Jane and Cindy and openly laughed at MJ’s.

MJ: Are you fucking shitting me Parker?! You pull that thing out the second after I leave?! I’m gonna kick your ass the next time I see you!

MJ: You’re so lucky Andre is fucking my brains out right now. Your ass is mine, bitch!

Shaking his head, Pete went back to ignoring his notifications and instead focused on Gwen’s kegels squeezing him delightfully as he fucked his girl.

They’d become much more open and brazen with their love life as of late, with this and the thing with Ororo escalating things to insane levels.

He didn’t delude himself into thinking this wouldn’t come back and try to bite him in the ass sometime soon, but instead of worrying, he took a page out of his mentor’s book.

It can only hurt me if I let it.

And let it, he would not.