AMNF (Armed Male, Naked Female)

Gwen looks up at Miles. He nears her with a lusty look. She stands up. Getting ready to fight. She feels completely revealed, every bit of her body exposed, but now was not the time to think about it.

In just twenty-four hours, TWO Miles had seen her completely naked. All naked in just her shoes.

Oh wait!!

She looked down, her shoes were gone. That bitch! The Gwen had taken those too! Ugh. It felt awkward cussing yourself.

Miles jumped onto her. Gwen's instincts made her lift a hand and shoot a web to the wall to dodge. But lo and behold! she has no web.

Too late.

He tossed her over to the wall again. The straps she was tied to just away from her hands. Idea!

Miles was about to tear her stomach apart when she held those straps and lifted herself up. Wham! A kick on Miles's face. He goes staggering back.

Not giving him a moment, she jumped on him and punched him in the chest with the right hand. And from the left, she stole one of the clawed gloves Miles wore on his right hand.

He went back again, and stirred his head. Trying to understand what had happened. Gwen puts on the claw.

Miles spitted to the side and looked up at Gwen. She's ready for battle. He charges forward again, she is ready for impact.

He turns at the end and swings in front the left. Gwen's spidey-sense already tells her everything. She bends, and punchs up with the claw. Straight at Miles's shoulder.

He sprawled backwards, blood oozing out of his shoulder. Then, he looked at his hands, and doesn't find even the second claw. Both are with Gwen now.

He coughed blood. But the psychotic male-whore of the all the more psychotic female-whore pulled out a switch from his pocket. It has a large red button in the centre.

He smiled at Gwen, as her eyes widen. The button indicates self-destruct. She puts up her hands, to snatch it off from him, by her web- but- no web …

Her spidey-sense knocks as she jumps off behind a table. And BOOM!

The floor gobbles and the ceiling becomes unsteady. Gwen looks up, the walls start falling. She jumps off and clutches a steady wall, then another, and jumps off, as up she is on the roof. Thankfully, she can still stuck to walls.

The roof is about to fall, she jumped off into an adjacent balcony. The roof falls off. Just as she felt jitters in her stomach. She removed the claws, clutched her stomach, as the vibrations occur again. Pain shots through her body, as her head felt like bursting.

She lets loose, her mouth vomited and her pussy egested. And just as she was about to fall into the mixture, her spidey-sense got her in correct state.

She stood up. She had to catch hold of herself. Literally.

She walked to the edge of the terrace and looks beyond. The world is a mess. A complete mess. Slums and slums and slums cover the sides of the roads. Seldom buildings, old and unstable, here and there. People roam around as flies. She had no idea where Prowler Gwen was.

And just then she saw a car, faraway in the distance. Her spidey-sense kicked in. And in seconds she knew PG was inside that car.

She was head far south. Towards a shattered building in an open barren land. Her spidey-sense knocked in again.

"I must get there before her."

But the situation slowly sinked in. She was standing on an open terrace, stark naked, her body weak and cold, as harsh wind blew her hair, in an unknown world, without her powers. And she had to navigate through dangerous people who would want to **** her at any rate. And yet still, she had to get to the car if she wanted to survive.