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Keeping up the pretense of being a good, little Alchemax employee was tiring, no matter how short-lived the guise was meant to be. All Gwen had to do was get into Dr. Octavius’s computer, get her Goober, and get out, but that plan - though simple - wasn’t as quick and easy as she would’ve liked. As a result, she had spent the better part of three days since landing a ‘job’ there doing little more than running papers back and forth and trying to look busy.
Despite outward appearances, she got the feeling Dr. Octavius was a pretty shrewd woman, and she seemed to keep a constant eye out for trouble. Big trouble, little trouble; any kind of trouble. And Gwen was definitely a kind of trouble, even if Olivia didn’t realize it.
The new hire found her head too lost in the clouds to notice as she ran into one of her fellow scientists, even her Spider-Senses not alerting her to it. She was strong enough to not get knocked over as she ran into them, instead nearly causing them to fall flat on their ass as their shoulders collided. Gwen managed to catch them just in time and steady them, recoiling the instant she saw who it was:
Malcolm Luntz.
A spidery man in his own, unique way, as well as the man who had interviewed Gwen for her current position. A spindly build, sallow skin, an almost entirely bald head, and features as thin and conniving as a letter opener in a murder mystery. He hid his beady eyes behind narrow-framed glasses, which constantly seemed to reflect the light and keep his wandering gaze hidden. Gwen took a step back, wincing involuntarily at the sight of the man.
“Ms. Stacy. My apologies.” he murmured in a way that made Gwen’s skin crawl.
“No problem, Dr. Luntz.” Gwen forced a smile, despite her revulsion, before attempting to hurry past him and escape any further engagement. She was called to a stop just a few feet beyond him by a simple ‘Ah’ which made her tense up instantly. Her shoulders then slumped as she wheeled around to face the old man once more, finding it difficult to hide the disinterest on her face.
“Would you mind terribly if we were to eat lunch together?” he asked, in a clipped, clinical voice that was as sterile and dry as a fresh cotton swab, “There’s something I’d like to discuss with you.”
Gwen tugged at her lab coat before sticking her fists into the pockets, arching a pierced eyebrow, “Uuugh… sure?”
“Excellent.” with that Malcolm turned and left, leaving Gwen a bit confused but ultimately thoroughly apathetic. Whatever he wanted to talk about probably wasn’t that important. It was honestly probably just an excuse for him to make some inappropriate comments and talk down to her. Despite his polite way of speaking, the actual words a lot of times were completely heartless or downright disgusting.
As if dealing with idiots at school wasn’t annoying enough, she also had to deal with a creeper boss at work. Because Malcolm definitely was a creeper. He’d negged her during the interview, asked her out on dates, made unsettling comments about how well her clothes fit, and generally made her hate having ever been born attractive.
She almost wished she’d knocked his ass over instead of catching him, but that wouldn’t get her anywhere. Knowing him, he’d probably just use it to try and guilt trip her into a date or something. She massaged her shoulder, realizing she was far, far stronger than a girl her age and size should be. Still, she kind of doubted Malcolm would really notice something like that. He was built like a twig and old enough to be her grandfather; it was a wonder he could still walk without a cane.
The morning dripped by, spent in labs analyzing samples, instead of actually managing to get into Dr. Octavius’s office. Olivia was constantly talking to people, constantly on the phone, constantly in meetings; there was constant noise and it was infuriating! Every time Gwen walked past her office there was some new dude in a suit in there, just a blob of black behind the frosted glass wall. Before Gwen even realized it, it was lunchtime.
She ran her fingers through her wavy, blonde hair as she made her way to the sprawling cafeteria, getting stopped in the halls by Malcolm.
“Ah! Ms. Stacy.” he approached her as she leaned, casually, against a wall and crossed her arms. Time was going by both too quickly and glacially slowly, and - worst of all - she wasn’t getting anything done. She could definitely say she really didn’t feel like dealing with Malcolm freaking Luntz on top of everything else.
“Dr. Luntz.”
“There was a matter of slight concern that’s been drawn to my attention. That’s all.” he nodded down the hallway, away from the cafeteria, causing Gwen’s heartbeat to quicken a bit, “Walk with me?”
Gwen paused.
Her eyes narrowed.
“Sure.” she said, before falling into stride behind him. The older man fished a thin, spidery hand into his pocket before pulling out a sleek, black phone. He unlocked it and began swiping through it, though Gwen couldn’t make out what he was looking at.
“Plans later?” he asked, offhandedly.
“What?” Gwen crossed to his other side to try and peek surreptitiously at his phone, but he almost seemed aware of this and shifted it just out of view.
“Plans? Are you seeing anyone right now?”
“Sorry, is that relevant?” Gwen scoffed out a laugh, to try and masquerade her actual irritation with a facade of humor.
“It might be. You can never be entirely sure what is relevant and what isn’t.” Malcolm turned a corner down a deserted hallway and came to a stop with his back against the wall. Gwen naturally leaned against the wall opposite him, her stance becoming decidedly ‘guarded’.
“So?” she asked, suspiciously, “What’s up?”
“I just so happened to make a strange discovery earlier today.” Malcolm stroked his thin, slightly recessed chin as he spoke, staring down at his phone with beady, little eyes, “Quite a strange thing, indeed. It was among your personal effects.”
Gwen’s heart stopped.
“Certainly an interesting outfit.” Malcolm showed her the phone, “That logo. It reminds me of someone. But I can’t quite place my finger on who.”
Gwen swallowed.
It was a picture of her costume clutched in Malcolm’s spindly hand.
She’d been found out.
Instantly her brain kicked into overdrive trying to come up with solutions, but none were satisfactory. The most obvious was just to knock him the hell out, cut her losses, and run. Maybe smash his phone for good measure. But she couldn’t do anything so rash with so little information.
Hell, he might not even suspect her of anything yet.
“Why…” Gwen bit on her bottom lip before releasing it, eyes narrowing, “Why were you going through my things, exactly?”
“Just a routine search, I can assure you.” Malcolm smiled, “Security is a major concern here at Alchemax. I’m sure you understand.” he slipped the phone back into his pocket, “So? Care to explain why you keep something like that in your bag at work?”
Gwen knew he was full of crap. For him to find her costume, he’d have to go into her locker and deliberately rummage through her entire bag until he reached the bottom. What was more likely was he’d gone through her stuff because he was - as previously stated - a total creep. She winced, just thinking about… things better left unthought. There was a solid chance he’d stolen from her at some point and she hadn’t realized it, or smelled all her clothes or… something.
Uck.
“What?” Gwen tried to counter his suspicion with attitude, “I can’t have some Spider-Man cosplay?”
“Let’s not pretend that your little outfit is something you can just buy in a store.” Malcolm smiled, “In the interest of complete transparency, let’s just come right out and say it: you’re one of ‘them’, aren’t you? You’re a Spider, yourself. Just like him.”
Gwen swallowed. Hard.
“What do you want?” she asked, carefully, eyes narrowing.
“The same thing I’ve always wanted, Ms. Stacy.” Malcolm smiled, sympathetically, “Just a moment of your time. A bit of your attention. That’s all.”
“Yeah, somehow I’m having trouble believing that.” Gwen cocked her pierced eyebrow at him, “You’re saying if we have a nice chat, you’ll pretend you never saw that?”
“I have no personal investment in your… interests.” Malcolm admitted, “What you want, what you’re doing… I can’t say I really care.” his gaze scuttled up her body, causing Gwen to squirm, “I’m a simple man, Ms. Stacy. And what I want from you is quite simple. All you have to do is give it to me.”
Gwen didn’t bother hiding the disgust a second longer. She scowled at him, letting a revolted look drill into his seedy body as she grappled with his demands. On the one hand, it was a relatively simple way of keeping him quiet. On the other hand, there was no telling if he’d actually uphold his end of the bargain. The safest thing would just be to knock his ass out and run for it, but that would mean no Goober and no stopping Kingpin.
That wasn’t an option.
“You’re pathetic, you know that?” Gwen asked, plainly.
“Have we reached an agreement, Ms. Stacy?”
She chewed her lip, before finally releasing it.
“Sure.” she spit the word at his feet, “Whatever. Let’s just get this over with.”
“Excellent.” he smiled, “Follow me, then. I can find us a nice, quiet spot to… discuss business.”
Gwen tightened her fist as she followed him.
To think she was actually about to do something like this with such a pathetic, little man! It was enough to make her scream, but she bottled up all her emotions and set her sights on the end goal: getting back home. This was all in service of that:
The mission.
Gwen gagged, ropes of spit shooting from the corners of her mouth as she coughed up Malcolm’s dick, letting it slip out of her mouth to give her a chance to breathe again. She panted, chest heaving, mind reeling. There was apparently one way in which the old man wasn’t pathetic, and Gwen had gotten very acquainted with it very suddenly. The man’s dick was long, fat, and hard as wood.
It wasn’t obscenely monstrous, just big and sturdy and devastating.
The blonde fell back onto her perfect, peach butt as she stared up at the thing, hardly believing such a pounding pillar of vitality was attached to some old, pruny husk like Malcolm. It looked thicker than his wrists and stronger than his legs. The only thing betraying its age was the wiry, grey pubes around its base and the sallow, papery look to the skin. His wrinkly balls were tightened right up to the hilt of it like a withered fist, but Gwen couldn’t help but wonder if the juices packed in them weren’t still pretty… ‘potent’.
She wiped drool from her chin, very much not expecting this.
“Come, come, Ms. Stacy.” Malcolm took a step forward, his dick swinging from side to side as he approached her, “That was a wonderful start. Now how about you give me some more?”
Gwen’s back hit the door of the abandoned office building. They were in a dark meeting room, which wasn’t due to be used for the rest of the day. As long as she didn’t scream her head off, they shouldn’t be found. Still, as she saw the giant, turgid cock approach her, she definitely felt like screaming.
It stopped right in front of her face, the head just touching her under the nose.
She made the mistake of breathing in the scent.
Her eyes rolled back as heat filled her mind. It was just so… manly. Virile. Strong. Lewd. The aroma was pungent and sinful and gross and potent and it fucked her brain up like nothing she’d ever experienced. Her mouth opened on its own, Malcolm pressing the head of his dick to her plush lips before pushing inside. Before Gwen could even realize what was going on, he had her hair in his hands and his dick in her mouth. Her body pulsed and spasmed to life as she was face-fucked against the door, finally managing to come to her senses just in time for them to be knocked out of her.
The balls hit her chin, the dick planting itself as deep in her throat as it could go. Gwen felt herself wrap around the length as it melted in her, her throat bulging slightly from the massivity of it. She drank in his sick flavor, basked in his awful virility, savored every inch of his size. When he finally began dragging out of her, she could hardly think. The dick popped out of her mouth with an accompanying rope of drool and precum. The salacious liquid mixed in Gwen’s mouth as her tongue worked it over, the flavor wreaking havoc on her already addled state of mind.
Malcolm sank to a crouch in front of her, so that their faces were level. His was as creepy and thin as ever, the shadows of the room granting it a dark, sinister edge. He smiled, exposing small teeth all packed tightly together.
“I’m not bad, am I, Ms. Stacy?” the question was half teasing, half genuine, though Gwen was in no state of mind to offer an answer. Her body bobbed back and forth before she finally managed to blink back the dizziness and spit in his face.
“So?” she asked, wiping the rest of the drool away, “Are we good?”
“Oh, no no no, Ms. Stacy.” Malcolm wiped the spit from his chin, drably, “You see, I won’t delete the video until you cum.”
“W-?!”
“I’ve just decided that. I want you to enjoy yourself, Ms. Stacy, and I think I’m more than capable of seeing to that.” Gwen drew her legs to herself as her attention was subtly brought to the doctor’s throbbing member, “So? Once I make you cum just once, I’ll delete the video and pretend I never saw anything. Promise!”
“That’s-!” Gwen grit her teeth, “What the hell is wrong with you?!”
“It’s as I said, Ms. Stacy: I simply want you to enjoy yourself.” Malcolm reached out to cup her cheek, but Gwen smacked his hand away, “Now, now, Ms. Stacy. Why don’t you try smiling? It’s not often that you’re blackmailed into doing something you’ll enjoy.”
“Like I’d ever enjoy having sex with you!” Gwen hissed.
“Come, come, Ms. Stacy.” Malcolm smiled, leaning in, and causing Gwen’s blood to turn to ice in her veins, “You never know until you try.”
She was just about to speak again when the distance between their lips sealed and she was suddenly being kissed by Malcolm freaking Luntz! His thin lips pressed to hers, his dagger-like tongue shooting out an instant later to try and rummage its way into her mouth. She wanted to bite him back or draw away, but just as she was about to something prodded between her legs.
Her mouth opened in a groan, giving her blackmailer the perfect opportunity to enter her. His tongue slipped in and began to poke at hers, Gwen trying to pull away only to be grabbed and pressed against the wall. She couldn’t escape without pushing him away, which would’ve been easy. Or rather; it should’ve been easy.
For some reason, as his fingers began to prod at her entrance, Gwen felt the strength drain from her body. She twisted, eyes narrowing with disgust as his thin, bitter tongue tasted the inside of her sweet mouth. His fingers flicked and stabbed against her growing dampness until she let out a yelp of surprise, breaking the kiss. Malcolm instantly dropped to kissing her slender, silky neck, which was somehow an even more disgusting feeling. She felt his hot, clammy breath pour against her skin and tried to push him away, but found there was no genuine strength behind her struggle.
He kissed down her body, undoing the buttons on the front of her shirt as he went and kissing all the soft, supple skin that was exposed. Gwen wanted to scream, flattening her back against the door and grinding her fingertips into the scratchy carpet below her.
Heat - horrible, unwanted, unwelcome heat - was starting to invade her.
She grit her teeth, enduring as best she could, until finally a thumb landed on her clit. She clamped her legs together, grabbing Malcolm’s hand and freezing him in his tracks. Her eyes met his - wide and afraid and panicked - but they found no sympathy whatsoever. Instead, he just smiled crookedly, tilted her chin up and leaned in for a kiss that she for some reason couldn’t shy away from.
His lips met hers, Gwen feeling something even worse than disgust: excitement.
Instantly, she knew she had to get away! This was getting completely out of control and if she didn’t do something she’d end up hating herself forever! She crawled backwards up the wall, trying to escape from her pursuer only for him to follow her. He grabbed her by the waist when their eyes were about level, but this time Malcolm was standing on his feet. Gwen was stuck to the door, suspended there by - very obviously - spider powers.
But Malcolm didn’t seem to care.
Instead, he just prodded his rod against Gwen’s panties as her miniskirt rode up enough to expose them. She shivered at this, but couldn’t move. Instead, she just bowed her head and breathed over and over, unwilling to say or do anything. Her body was frozen with shame and intrigue, her muscles locked down in anticipation of something… interesting.
“Oh my…” Malcolm murmured, prodding her womanhood with his cock, “So wet, Ms. Stacy.”
Gwen shuddered.
She bit her lip.
“It’s not unusual for juniors such as yourself to develop crushes on their seniors,” he mused, holding her hips in his bony hands, “I just wish you had been more honest from the beginning. I wouldn’t have had to go to all this trouble just to give you what you… so clearly wanted.”
With the last of his words, he pulled her panties to the side and began to sink into her blonde muff. Gwen’s womanhood ate it all up, though it was by no means comfortable. The blonde’s virginal pussy was stretched out by every single inch of the man’s dick, Gwen nearly shrieking from the effort to take him all. Were it not for her vocal chords malfunctioning, she might have screamed. Instead, all she could do was cross her eyes and eventually - to her infinite shame - grab onto Malcolm for support. Her arms went around his neck as she buried her face in his shoulder, gripping his lab coat in her teeth.
Fury and rage and shame burned her face to a crimson hue as the doctor slowly sank his dick into her, pausing at irregular intervals to enjoy the quivering of her young body in his old hands. Gwen’s cunt trembled with bliss and agony; working overtime to try and accommodate Malcolm’s size. He was only half way into her when he pulled out, partially expelled by Gwen’s sheer tightness.
His dick slipped out of her, the blonde breathing a sigh of relief before feeling the rod prod against her lips again. Malcolm smacked it on her pussy, one hand still cupping her flawless ass.
“How do I feel, Ms. Stacy?”
“Gross!”
“Oh?” Malcolm began to sink into her again, causing her back to arch, her butt to pop and her head to crane back, “So I assume you hate this, then?”
His hands gripped her ass and squeezed it as the cock ruthlessly burrowed towards her core. It hit it with the force of a nuclear blast, Gwen groaning from deep in her soul as she was filled to the very limit by hard, sturdy cock. She felt like she was being supported by it, impaled on it like a stake. It ground against her womb with its ugly head, causing Gwen to melt away as it did. She fell back to Malcolm for support, grabbing him in a furious hug and burying her face in the odd-smelling crook of his neck. Hot, angry tears boiled down her face as she grappled with the pain and shame of having her virginity stolen by some gross, old man. Her fists gripped his shirt tightly, squeezing and tugging and yanking as his dick began to pull out of her.
It hit her again with a heavy thud, sending a shockwave through her core, body, and brain. Gwen’s mouth was pried open as it struck her deep inside. Her adorable butt jiggled against the massive intruder, her legs nearly giving out in the process. Once again, it scraped out of her and drove in again, her soul trembling from the impact. Her hands went limp, the fists falling away as strength and defiance was knocked from her.
Another pounding.
Gwen whimpered, miserably, her tiny pussy hardly able to take such a massive cock. Even her supernaturally durable body struggled to endure such a thing, despite all the abuse it was used to. She gathered herself in anticipation for another thrust, but it was useless. It hit her deep and heavy, ringing her bell so hard she slumped against Malcolm entirely. For a moment, the world was just blackness. Clenching. Fury. Thunder. Rage. Pounding. Heat.
Release.
Her body spasmed in the doctor’s grasp as his dick brought her to a hot, wet, tight orgasm. Gwen resurfaced from the warm waters of climax after a moment, a wet gasp signaling her return to consciousness. She grabbed Malcolm’s coat, skin crawling as she heard the older man console her.
“There, there. Did you just cum?”
“No!” Gwen lied, her pride overriding her sanity.
“If you just came, we could stop and-”
“I-! I didn’t!” Gwen growled into his shoulder, burying her face there, “Like I’d ever cum from this!”
Tears. More tears.
She got the feeling she’d spend them all here. Now.
“Very well.” Malcolm mused.
Instantly, Gwen felt a punch to the gut as the dick sank into her again. It hurt, it was uncomfortable, and it was utterly disgusting, but for some goddamn reason it messed her up like nothing she’d ever experienced. It split her open and spilled her juices, which ran down its thick, shiny shaft like water. Gwen was fucked slowly, each thrust hitting her core and reverberating through her.
Finally, her feet came unstuck from the wall and she was just clinging to Malcolm. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms wrapped around his neck and her face buried itself in his shoulder. Shame clenched her into a tight ball as she clung to him like a scared child. His dick speared her over and over, the tempo picking up gradually as Gwen gushed more and more wetness onto him. Soon his wiry pubes were soaked and his tight, wrinkly balls were dripping with her arousal. He gripped her peach butt in his hands, squeezing and kneading the soft skin as he carried her around the room and speared her over and over again. Their hips collided as the heat built until finally Malcolm was feeding her nice, quick thrusts.
Gwen’s eyes rolled back.
Tightness. Blackness. Cream - white and thick - poured out of her pussy and onto the doctor’s thick dick. She was probably on her third or fourth orgasm, her body so thankful for all the pleasure that it was actually creaming on the perverted, old creep. She hated herself.
She hated her body.
Pain had given way to pleasure; each orgasm making the sex better and better until it was a mind-numbing dance of heat and intensity. Her thighs quivered, her hips bucked, her entire body surrendered itself to the bliss of another orgasm. Malcolm kneaded it out of her with his thick dick, playing her body like it was a goddamn fiddle. Finally she fell away from him limply, inspiring the old man to carry her over to the main meeting table and lay her on it. Gwen was thankful to have something to lie on, but there was something almost worse about being able to actually see Malcolm’s grossly aged face as he fucked her.
Her chest rose and fell.
Her hand came to rest on her stomach.
Her gaze lingered on him.
“So, how many times have you not cum, Ms. Stacy?” he asked, lifting her legs up to rest against his shoulders, “Four?”
“Shut up…” Gwen rolled her eyes. Her body tensed instantly as the dick pushed into it once more, not letting her forget for a moment how devastating it was. Her back arched up as Malcolm took a hold of her supple, teenage hips, her feet dangling up by his ears. He pressed into her and began mating, bottoming out in her depths over and over again. Gwen could feel with exquisite, excruciating detail every bump and fold of his hopelessly robust cock. His hips smacked against hers over and over as she was powerless to defend herself, the doctor soon hugging her legs and pounding an orgasm out of her so fast Gwen wept.
His dick slipped out of her pussy and she gave him a thigh job as her slit quivered and shook. Her thighs were a trembling mess, reduced to jelly by the earthquake of pleasure running through her. Her fist slammed against the meeting table in pure, impotent frustration.
What was she doing?!
She should just run, and yet here she was getting fucked to orgasm by some creepy, old fuck she didn’t even really know! What was wrong with her?!
The dick slapped against her entrance and she wept in lust.
She knew exactly what was wrong with her.
“So, Ms. Stacy?” Malcolm asked, “Have you cum yet?”
“No!” she blurted out, hiding her eyes behind her arms, “No way!”
“Oh, dear.” Malcolm’s dick smacked against her pussy more, nearly causing her to full-on sob, “I guess we’ll just have to keep going, then.”
He pushed into her, turning Gwen’s brain to mush as every rational thought left it. She grabbed his arms as he held her waist, mouth falling open as she watched him fuck her. Honestly, what was she even complaining about? Yeah, he was old enough to be her grandfather, he smelled weird, and he had tried to neg her into a blowjob during the interview, but… but…
Gwen’s eyes rolled back into her head, her body reaching a scorching crescendo once more.
She let out a giddy, giggly laugh.
But who cared?
The dick splashed out of her, pouring her arousal across the table. The doctor leaned over her, heaving for breath as his age began to show through. Gwen - head completely empty for one crucial moment - reached up and pulled his face forward. She grabbed him in a thoughtless kiss, her legs wrapping around his waist as his cock lay across her stomach and prodded her bellybutton. She kissed him tenderly, like she would her boyfriend, eyes fluttered shut, a slight smile on her lips. Just as she was realizing what the hell she was doing, his tongue entered her mouth and stirred all her conflicting thoughts into a soup of warmth.
When it finally pulled out of her mouth, she just collapsed back on the desk and stared up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. They were sultry enough to make any man melt, earning a reprehensibly lewd smile from her elderly lover. The dirty old pervert slapped his cock against her squishy entrance as Gwen was too fucking horny to think about anything but him.
“So, Ms. Stacy?” he whispered, “Did you cum?”
“No…” she murmured back.
“Well, then.” Malcolm leaned down to kiss her once more, “Perhaps we can settle these matters after work. At my house. Tonight.”
Gwen felt the two wolves inside of her battle.
But even as they lunged at each other, she knew which one would win.
“Yeah.” she averted her eyes, “Okay.”