Spider-Man: Lust

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- What are you in for? - The man in the flutter turned to me.

- Honestly? I had a problem with the detective. - Still angry that my attempts to prove that I wasn't locking myself in the toilet alone had led to me being put in a cell, I replied with a little anger in my voice.

- So did I!

- I was being set up in the first place!

Which unexpectedly made me quite popular among the prisoners and made me agreeable to a pleasant conversation with mutual understanding.

**At the same time, Yuriko Watanabe came into the ward**

After locking up the feckless pervert in a cell with petty criminals for a few hours of scaring, a transfixed Yuriko poured herself a cup of coffee before sitting down to process paperwork on closed cases.

An hour passed, the young girl of Japanese descent with short black hair was no longer distracted by the multiple calls on her colleagues' phones.

Another hour passed. The alarm clock that Yuriko had set to check on and possibly release Parker didn't go off for reasons beyond her or the device's control.

On the third hour, the embarrassed police officers were taking all the prisoners out of the general cell for male petty offenders. Yuriko, however, switched from closed cases to one of the active ones, thinking she had found a lead. Which surprised her, since this was the second time she'd checked those files. It seemed to her that new clues couldn't have arisen on their own....

It was lunchtime. Yuriko realised this by the way the entire department gradually emptied out. The detective didn't notice that some of the staff had disappeared earlier. She just took out the lunch she had prepared as usual and ate at her desk, one eye on the photos of the murder scene.

- Damn!' while eating her rice, Yuriko realised that she'd been holding the schoolboy much longer than she intended.

Taking a real look around the detective department, Yuriko was quite surprised. There was no one besides her at all. Moreover, it felt as if she was the only one here.

Overcoming the strange oppressive feeling, Yuriko took the keys from the office at the entrance to the cells, and entered a place that only heightened her vague sense of unease.

- Hey, where's everyone? - This time, in a trembling voice, Yuriko turned to the only prisoner who was trying to sleep, barely realising what was going on and hoping that everything was as it should be. - Did you eat them alive? That you didn't leave any traces...

Suddenly there was a noise from outside the office. Grabbing her holster, for which Yuriko berated herself in her head, she headed towards the sound, saying to herself that nothing strange was going on.

- Who are you? - Pulling herself together in a flash, the policewoman turned with professionalism to the man with an eye patch who was sitting on a chair in front of her desk.

- Sit down, Mrs Watanabe. - Waving two fingers of the hand he kept in front of his face, the man motioned for the detective to sit in her rightful place.

- You didn't answer the question. - Yuriko, however, did not budge. No matter how much one image of the man was suggestive.

- Haa... Please have a drink. - Not intending to play by her rules, the man took out an iron container from his black coat pocket, something resembling the shape of a two hundred and fifty millilitre bottle of any juice.

- What are you-

As soon as Yuriko demonstrated her strong-willed character by grasping the handle of the gun, her neck felt pain. She fell into the arms of a beautiful brunette standing behind her. A man with an eye patch walked over with quick steps, opened Yuriko's numbed mouth with his fingers and poured the contents of the container into it.

- Ghnnnnn...

Yuriko's entire body went limp, she was practically unable to move. All she could do was gulp down the viscous, salty tasting liquid, hoping for her colleagues to arrive soon. But...

**Parker**

I couldn't see or hear anything from where I was being held. And the latter made my heart sink to my stomach. As I was being led into the station, there were so many police officers that it was impossible to believe the silence.

Suddenly the door opened, and the sight of those who entered made me pull away from the bars of the cell. Two people-a brunette girl and a one-eyed man-were carrying Detective Watanabe, who appeared to be unconscious, if not dead.

- Who are you? - I asked, holding on to the wall of the cell.

- Okay, Peter, stay at a distance. - The man said, letting the brunette into the cell.

The door opened and I could have tried to escape, however the man was humbling me with a military look and I realised that my attempts would end in my own injuries.

In contrast to her superior or senior colleague, the girl eyed me warily, which was strange, for I did not remember us ever meeting.

Putting Detective Watanabe down on the floor of the cell, the girl walked backwards, keeping her gaze on my face. I don't know what came over me, but as soon as Detective Watanabe made a groaning noise, I rushed over to her. Turns out she'd swallowed her tongue. Or should I say she'd swallowed her tongue. The indescribable fear in her eyes didn't give me much confidence that things would turn out right.

- You can go now. - placing a chair in front of the camera, the man with the eye patch turned to his subordinate.

- Who are you? - holding the trembling Yuriko, he addressed the unknown man one last time.

- Now we wait.

.....

I don't know how much time passed after the man with the blindfold appeared. Every fucking second stretches into an hour under his gaze. The only good thing is that Yuriko is slowly coming to her senses, leaning against the wall on her own.

- Mnhmmm! - The detective occasionally sends insults towards the stranger to no avail.

- ... - I remain silent, fully aware of my power.

Where the hell is Psylocke? Did she lie to me after all? Or does she not think the situation is dangerous? Let's pray for the latter.

- Time. - The voice of the man with the blindfold rang out like a bell, though it wasn't loud.

- HAAA! - In contrast to Yuriko's deep sigh. - You son of a bitch, get in the cell and I'll you-Kgghhhhhh!...

Detective Watanabe's aggressive tirade was cut short halfway through, falling on her fifth point, crashing her hands into her lower abdomen. Her face flushed in an instant and sweat broke out on her forehead.

- What's wrong with mn-nngghhhh!...!

Yuriko couldn't even finish her sentence. Moaning and clenching her teeth, she began to unbutton her tight black jeans. Finishing on the floor of the camera in just her white panties, showing off her slender snow-white legs.

- Ngghhhhhh-ghaaaa!...!

Crumpling her fingers on my panties, Detective Watanabe looked at me with shame then cast angry glances at our warden who:

- There's no point in you resisting. - sat down in a lounging position with his legs spread wide.

- Mmmm!

Biting her lips bloody and squeezing her eyes shut in frustration, Yuriko pulled off her panties in a sudden movement, exposing her black-haired, tight pussy.

- Ah-Mnhmmm!...

It didn't take long before Detective Watanabe was already lying on the floor of the cell, greedily penetrating herself with her fingers. Wet, slurping sounds eagerly reverberated off the narrow walls, making the sounds of female caresses sound louder.

- Do you want it?

While Yuriko, covering her face with one hand, was pouring her juices onto the floor with the other. The one-eyed man reached up and unzipped his trousers, exposing his cock.

- Y-yeah...

Looking at me first, Detective Watanabe turned away and crawled on all fours towards the watchman. The sight of that tight ass rotating back and forth was as arousing as the drops falling from her pussy.

- Then take it...

The man with one eye came very close to the camera, and a heavily breathing Yuriko reached towards his crotch and....

- Aaah!...

- I see.

With a kick of his foot, the man nearly broke Detective Watanabe's very hand that she had nearly used to pull the gun out of the holster on his trousers.

- Here. - Putting on his trousers, without changing his face, the man threw the handcuffs into our cell, which fell exactly in the middle. - Peter, Detective Watanabe will soon lose control and attack you. I can't predict the outcome of that attack. So handcuffing her will give you a chance to save yourself. Detective Watanabe... I think your body has already explained everything to you.

Finishing on a cryptic note, the one-eyed man punched the bars, causing the injured Yuriko to bounce off of them, followed by him inserting the key into the door and leaving the cell. Before the door closed, I saw him talking to the brunette.

- Let's wait a while and get out. - I suggested through the shock of what I'd seen.

- No... - Yuriko said, almost crying. - Waiting won't work.

She turned to me with a trembling countenance and eyes ready to cry at any moment. After me, Detective Watanabe's gaze fell on the handcuffs. Involuntarily, I took a step towards them, to which....

- Khaaaa!...

Yuriko literally lunged at them like a wild animal. Only thanks to some rudimentary self-awareness did she stop at arm's length.

- Quick, fasten me to the bars.

Yuriko turned away from me, practically groaning, and curled up next. Realising I had to act quickly, I grabbed the handcuffs. Hearing this, Detective Watanabe found the strength to rise and leaned back against the bars, throwing her arms over her head. By this point, she was no longer able to hold back her tears.

- Aghaaaah!... Ngghmm!..!

After chaining Detective Watanabe, I almost reached the door. I had to turn around. A young girl was twisting and thrashing against the bars, arching her back and sobbing hysterically.

- Aaaaah!

With a clear idea of what was causing it. I clenched my fists and headed back to my cell.

- Nooo! Get away! No! I'll hurt you!

- Well, we'll see about that.

Unzipping my trousers, I grabbed Yuriko's hysterical neck. I gave her a little squeeze and she froze in place.

- Mnhmm... Mnhmmm...

Yuriko moaned and trembled with a call as I touched her lower lips with the head of my cock.

- Mnn-Haaaaa...

Detective Watanabe's mouth opened wide and froze like a fish's, and his eyebrows happily parted. I came inside the police officer, feeling her pussy shudder as she willingly thrust my cock. It was a strange, though incredibly pleasurable sensation.

- Ahh!.. Ghaaaa!

With each thrust, a series of sounds spread throughout the chamber. Her handcuffs banged against the bars, the bars shook, our bodies bumped, our breathing quickened and deepened, but despite all this it was the place of our union that made the sweetest and most enticing sound.

- Po-mnnnmm-Potz-ahhhhhh....

- Mnnmm!

Having satisfied the sufferer, I sank my lips into hers. Afterwards, clearly realising that their parting would not come soon. With her tongue, Yuriko literally enticed mine, holding it in a sweet, caressing captivity.

- Mnghmmm!..

Feeling my climax approaching, I sped up, and Yuriko pounced, wrapping her legs around my waist and holding me tightly.

- Mnnmmm-Aaaaaaahhhh!

In the end the freedom of my lips was only granted by a mutual orgasm. As hot semen shot from my rod into the very bowels of the detective, and her body shuddered almost like a seizure.

- Haaaa... Po-... Haaaa... - With her head down, Detective Watanabe tried to regain her breath. - Haaaa... Tear me up! Mnmm!

- Mnmm?!

And as soon as she did that, her head lunged for my lips and her legs started moving my pelvis, making me move inside her.

- Mnmm-Daaaaaah!

Fulfilling the request, I began to pound the Asian woman with such force that it seemed that the camera would collapse at any moment....

-this very evening-

Leaving the questions of who captured us, how we got out, and what I thought about it all, the main question for me now was:

- So you two know each other?

How would Detective Yuriko Watanabe, who was lavishing saliva all over my cock, know Silver Sablinova, who was greedily sucking on my flushed, cum-splattered head.