Gwen Interlude

Author Note Apparently Gwen Stacy isn't appearing in Marvel's Spider-Man 2, so i decided to a chapter to explain her absence.

Something that had always been a mystery was the disappearance of Gwen Stacy. She'd been attending college with Peter, MJ, and Harry, and then one day didn't turn up. Her father, a Police Captain, tried to look into it, but there was just nothing to find. Peter had been the first to notice her missing, as he'd been waiting to meet her for a date.

Professor Miles Warren bid his students another farewell, many feeling confused about how older friends and family who had had him in the past warned he was a harsh taskmaster. He was probably their favourite teacher!

It was amazing how a grump can become a beacon of joy if he gets his balls drained regularly.

Five Years Ago...
Miles was enjoying a more relaxed environment in New York after years of expanding his knowledge on Mt. Wundagore on Transia as an assistant of Dr. Wyndham, the High Evolutionary. It helped him to move past his creation, an evolved Man-Jackal, killing his wife and children.

And then he saw her. Gwen Stacy. She looked so much like Monica...

The feelings she awoke in him, the madness he'd struggled to suppress... he'd been enhancing himself with Jackal DNA and was on the verge of challenging Spider-Man as the Jackal when he saw a chance to grab her discreetly.

His studies into DNA grafts and cloning made it quite easy to pay an aging whore to pretend to be Gwen Stacy and leave the country. The old whore loved her new, younger, prettier body so much that she didn't bother to see where her plane tickets were taking her. The fifty-five year old whore with the body of a teen slut was going to patriarchal Eastern-European country of Symkaria.

Meanwhile, Miles used his enhanced body to exhaust his darling Gwen.

Ar first, he just let her escape and then chased her down in the wilderness around his holiday home, a cabin in the woods. Then he would take pieces of her clothes and not let her have the items back until she did something he liked.

Cooking for him, dancing for him, doing his laundry, cleaning his home.

The next time they went to his cabin, once she was behaving like a dutiful maid, he stripped her naked before letting her try to escape. Her naked skin shone in the moonlight or burned and tanned in the daylight. In either time of the day, he always caught her, and then marked her with his cum.

But one night, she genuinely escaped. And for that, the Jackal had to really mark her as his. She stared up at him as he pointed his cock at her... and urinated.

It became a recurring event in their days after. Just something that always happened. Pissing on her. He took her home and she still was naked. She did everything she did before, trying to earn them back. But she'd not had a thread to wear since her one and only legitimate escape attempt. That hurt her ego, the knowledge that every other escape attempt was choreographed by Doctor Warren.

It was a month after, around the time Peter gave up searching and started dating Mary-Jane, that she accidentally earned back her clothes. She opened her mouth to whine, and a stream of piss landed in her mouth. Rather than choke, she swallowed on instinct and Miles smiled at her and patted her head once he'd finished.

Her clothes were back in her closet the next morning.

But that didn't mean she was going to stop being Miles' new urinal, and soon she was enjoying gargling the older man's piss. Something that made her so ashamed, she had to rub her horny cunt to five humiliating orgasms before she could go to sleep.

It was waking up the next day, still feeling the throbbing of her cunt and thirsting for Miles' piss that finally broke Gwen's lingering desires to be free. She went to Miles' room and slobbered on his cock until he woke up, using tricks Mary-Jane had talked to her about in order to make her Master cum buckets down her throat.

Five Years Later... rhe Present...
Something Miles did regret was that in how thoroughly he'd broken and domesticated Gwen, he'd intellectually starved the blonde slut to the point her previously admirable intellect had collapsed in on itself. She could cook, clean, and suck and fuck like a mix of Stepford Wife and a Pornstar, but when he spoke about his research... her eyes would glaze over. The fascination that was there when she'd been his student was gone.

She'd really become his own personal bimbo cocksleeve.

It wasn't all bad though. One couldn't complain too much about such a submissive fuckdoll ready to obey every order and fulfil every desire.

He flexed his arms. He had reached a level of enhancement that surpassed the Man-Jackal he'd created. He could probably face the hero Spider-Man equally if he wanted. But he made enough money off of his research and his underground work for numerous pimps, rejuvenating their aging whores to extend their use. He didn't need the hassle of fighting Spider-Man, or the new Hero running around, Ricochet.

He was even giving himself a slightly younger body. Slowly though, so nobody asked questions. He was getting interested looks from the women in his classes, and his female colleagues all thought he lived alone. Telling his darling Gwen about the other women always made his blonde pet work harder to please him.

His life really was quite perfect as it was.

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