Itsy Bitsy Spider-Gwen

It was an uncomfortable rainy morning as Spider-Gwen was swinging through the streets in the western the Bronx’s western part. This area had been a crime hotspot for decades. Poverty and despair brought some people to do almost everything to survive. Robbery, **** and even **** happened much more often then in any other part of the city and the police was unable or unwilling to stop it. Gwen saw almost no human in her early morning patrol. People here stuck to themselves, so apart from the folks moving to work early, the streets were barren.

It was at about 6:30 am when her spider senses tingled. As she cleared the next junction, she saw the source of the commotion. At the end of the street a hooded figure was attempting to steal a car.

Slinging from house to house, she approached – what she made out as a young, well-trained man – and prepared to take him out. However, he saw her coming and jumped into a nearby manhole connected to the city’s sewerage network. Already annoyed at having to follow him into this stinky hole, she didn’t even question why the cover was left open. She dipped inside the manhole from straight above, using her momentum to follow him at inhuman speed and end it fast.

Her plan failed spectacularly. As soon as she reached the end of the shaft, her world went black. She was still conscious, but she could feel the heavy cloth being closed around her. She struggled like a madwoman but couldn’t break out of her confinements. She screamed and cursed at whoever was outside and was met with an amused laughter. Soon she was moved.

Matt was happy. That blonde bimbo had actually been naiver than he had thought possible. She didn’t hesitate even for a second before she followed him into a confined room where her powers were hard to use at best. Also, he had expected her to dodge the duffle bag that waited openly at the end of the shaft, but it she was too fast to react after all.

He locked the bag as he had done with his first captive, it was sufficient to hold the blonde, at least for a while. After a short climb to close the manhole, all indications on Spider-Gwen’s whereabouts in the area were removed. At the bottom of the shaft he retrieved the bag where he left it. She was kicking and screaming but it was in vain, the thick sides of her temporary prison were too strong for her.

Following the canal – luckily dry – canal for a few minutes, Matt found the access point he entered from earlier in the morning. His trusty van was parked at the bottom of the ramp, which would later lead him back out onto the busy streets of NYC. For now however, preparations were in order.

Gwen was fuming, she had been carried in this bag for at least an hour, she was sure. There was no comfortable position to assume and her struggling had increased the heat in her small confinement to enough to sauna levels. The humiliation of being easily overpowered and taken like a kidnapped child in a comic book made it burn even more.

Suddenly, she hit the ground. After some rumbling on the outside, she heard her captors voice for the first time. “I will open the bag a bit and you will slowly stick out one of your arms” he ordered her in a tone that commanded compliance.

“Fuck you, let me go you bastaaaaaaa” before she could finish her curses, she was shook by an immense pain surging through her body. That asshohle had struck her with a taser and there was nothing she could do against it.

The command was repeated as was the punishment for her non-compliance. The third time she was ordered, she stuck her left hand through the small gap in front of her. Before she could even think about shooting one of her webs to pull herself out or attack the man, she felt her hand **** into a fist. Dumbstruck her fist was soon covered by sturdy leather. After a minute her hand was released and she had to switch it for the other.

After repeating the ordeal with the right hand, she was allowed out of the bag. With the light from above, she could now see what he had done to her. Her hands were kept in leather mittens, making not only her hands useless, but also keeping her from firing nets. She was now effectively useless.

Matt looked at his newest acquisition, still in her skin-tight white bodysuit. The younger gils was standing at least half a foot smaller than him. After pulling off the mask, her bright blonde hair fell down to the small of her back. As no other colour was mixed in, it really seemed to shine in the moderate light of the underground.

Going downwards from there, he looked into a gorgeous face with beautiful blue eyes and a cute button nose. Her lips were not as full as Wonder Woman’s, but they looked juicy with the light pink lip gloss she was wearing right now. No other beauty products were needed for her flawless face. Right now, it gave him an angry look which somehow subtracted from its beauty.

The body beneath was lean, with apparent moderate muscles and slender legs. As expected, her tits appeared to be a solid handful, most likely about 70B. He shortly considered removing her clothes to take everything in fully, but - with the mittens installed - that would mean cutting them off. He decided against it as he really liked her outfit, especially the combination of her mostly white bodysuit with the blue ballet shoes with straps winding up all the way to her knees. It gave her sexy body a look of innocence and youth.

“What are you planning to do now?” She asked recognizing his leering looks. Her voice failed to deliver her usual bravado and conveyed the fear, her defeat had instilled on her.

He didn’t answer her as he wanted to move fast and get her secured in his van. Also building her fear would prove useful in the future. Her bonds were waiting.