This Ain’t Exactly “Law” Enforcement, Darling~!

“Hey Montana!” Screamed a very elegantly dressed futanari woman, pointing a tommy gun at a group of hostages as they stand in the corner. “Are you sure now is the right time for you to be getting your rocks off? We got a whole fucking aramada of cops out here waiting for us.” She peeks out the window to see a SWAT team start to circle around the bank, obviously looking for extra entrance points.

“Keep ye’r fancy pants on Miss Fancy Jan~!” Her compatriate said as she paints the face of a beautiful bank teller with saliva and precum as she smacks her cock over her face over and over again. This woman, unlike her esteemed partner, was wearing a more Western Style outfit complete with cowboy hat, spurred boots, red plaid top, and blue jeans with a big belt buckle… though those two garments were around her knees at this point as she played with her hostage.

“At least I’m doing better than Ox back there!” She screams back, aiming her pistol to a bamboo curtain where a third member of the party had taken another. “I’m just getting my dick sucked, but I’m still help’n! See?” With that she fires a shot off in a random direction which causes all of the other hostages to scream in fear, and the one on her cock to begin deepthroating with much more vigor, as if she was sucking for her life.

SCHLURP~! SCHLURP~! SCHLURP~! SCHLURP~!

“That selfish oaf took that perty looking security bitch for herself! I wanted to see them titties too, damnit!” She chuckled, as her free hand started to run through the hair of the woman sucking her dick, as a playful smirk grew on her face. “That’s right baby… suck that dick… We ain’t gon’ hurt you none…”

“Either way, I think we all need to be more vigilant.” Fancy Jan says loudly, trying to not only speak to Montana but to Ox as well. “We don’t want the big boss getting mad at us!” She screams back again, this time her eyes looking back to the bamboo screen, where a silhouetted image of a very rough fuck could be seen, as the hostage screams out in a mix of pain and ecstasy.

PLAP~! PLAP~! PLAP~! PLAP~! PLAP~!

_“OH MY GAWD YES~! FUCK~! Ugh~! Fuck me~! Fuck me~! Breed that pussy you crook~! AH~! FUCK~! Breed meeeeeee~!” _The muffled voice of what could be assumed was security breaks through the crowd as Ox blows her fucking back out.

“You know, you really just can’t find good security anymore.” I say from above the women in the rafters, fully in costume, hanging upside down on a web as I stare down at the scene. “Personally I use ADT, but I would think a bank like this would be a bit more advanced. I mean, they have the money for it!”

The woman known as Fancy Jan was the first one to look up. Her eyes went wide, her jaw dropped, and her grip on her gun loosened for a second as her entire demeanor changed, looking up at me like she just saw a ghost.

“Holy fuck…” she says softly under her breath as she quickly whips her gun towards the ceiling and pointing directly at me. “She’s real! Spider-Woman is fucking real!” She screams, before quickly taking a few pop shots towards the ceiling and I quickly dissapear back into the rafters.

“You ain’t seen her before?” Montana replies, her own focus returning to the ceiling as she shoves one revolver to the sky, her other hand still stroking the woman pleasing her cock. “Don’t you dare quit baby… Feels too damn good. Mama will take care of the bug…” she says with a smirk. Though, very quickly, a web attaches itself to the bank tellers back and quickly pulls her away to safety, away from the two armed women, as I flip around and land on the other side of the building, keeping their attention on me.

“Sorry about that ma’am! I think you’d rather enjoy my load on your back than hers on your face.” I say with a quick nod to the bank teller who, noticeably shaken, nods and then starts to crawl back to the group. Montana puts her focus on me now, and draws a second pistol, before aiming them both directly at my chest.

“Well well well…” She says with a smirk, clicking back one of her pistols as she aims down the sights. “Looks like the police called for a little bit of backup! I was looking for a nice slut in latex for my own.~ Maybe you wanna replace that ol’ bank teller you saved back there~?” She chuckles, licking her lips softly.

“Actually,” I start to say as I send out two quick webs, attaching them to Montanas pistols and ripping them out of her hands with super strength, and sending them across the room. “It’s a nice polyester blend, better for flexibility and movement. Which, as you can see, I really need.” I say with a quick smile. For a second my eyes were on the two women, but something very quickly caught my eye: A woman wearing a police uniform was slowly crawling into my vision behind the two women, limping, mouth hung, eyes wide, and covered in cum. She was barely able to make it to the main group, before she fell flat on the ground.

“I… guess that means your friend is done?” I say with an awkward chuckle as I quickly try and look around for the third.

“Yep.” Says a deep, gruff voice behind me, before two large arms wrapped around my body and held me pinned against her as she lifted me into the air. The woman, coming straight out of her fuck session, wore a stained white top, black underwear, as her cock flopped out freely between her thighs, coated in juices that dribbled on the marble floor.

“…And you must be Ox?” I ask in a raspy voice as I gasp for air. I get a low grumble of a chuckle from the woman behind me, who just silently starts to squeeze me tighter, cracking my back slightly at her hold.

“We ain’t want no trouble with you, bug.” Montana says as Fancy Jan points her gun back towards the hostages, holding them still. “We came here to do a quick job, and that’s what we gonna do. Ain’t that right big girl!” Montana screams out, which makes Ox smirk… I could tell by the feel of her breath on my neck, and her oh so usual response of her tightening grip on me.

“Well…” I start to say through a gasp, doing my best to catch my breath as my legs curled up, and my feet laid flat against Ox’s stomach. “Unfortunately for you, you got hostages. So you got trouble.” I groan, and with a quick yelp and a push, I use my super strength to kick against Ox’s stomach, throwing her against the column behind me as she loosens her grip just enough for me to escape.

With that momentum I catapult myself forward, launching and flipping in mid air as my foot collides against Montana’s chest, and with one hand I grab Fancy Jan’s gun and disarm her, while the other hand grabs the back of her suit jacket and I throw her against the wall as I land.

Very quickly I whip myself around in a circle and web up the three women, all 4 appendages to the floors and walls surrounding them. All three were now either **** or stuck, giving me enough time to rush over to the hostages.

I got most of them to stand and get out the door as police officers began to escort them back to safety. Captain Stacy got a quick look at me and I just gave her a nod. She rolls her eyes in my direction but then continues with the rescue.

The last hostage was the security guard, who got just enough energy to stand as I put one arm over my shoulder, and began to walk her out slowly. The three women were beginning to wake up, so I knew I had to be quick.

“Spider… Woman…” the guard starts to say as I hand her over to the cop. “Be careful… there’s… another…” Almost as soon as she says that my spider senses start to go crazy. My mind goes off and pings like a radar as I felt a strong hand grab the back of my costume, and I am thrown back with an intense amount of **** as I land right next to Ox, who only chuckled at the sight.

“You fucked up now…” Ox says teasingly with another chuckle. I start to come to as my eyes refocus on the figure approaching me with a confident strut. She had beautiful dark skin, black braided hair, a purple body suit, and two metal claws over her hands that radiated pure heat.

She walked up to me, grabbed me by the costume again, and I could feel the metal getting hotter once again. “I don’t like when people fuck up my jobs, Spider-Skank.” She says in a deep, lustful, yet imposing voice. Before I could even speak a deep concussive blast radiated from her metal claw that shattered the window behind me, sent me flying behind the clerks desk, and smacked me against the far wall. By the time I stood and ran back to the main room this mysteruous fourth player had freed the other three, and all of them were focused on me.

“You realize you’re surrounded… right?” I ask, my voice soft and breathless now as I stared at the three women, all standing and armed, doing mental gymnastics to figure out how I could stop them… and my odds didn’t look good. “You can’t get out even if you tried. What you think you’re just gonna be able to walk through the front door?”

The purple women only stepped forward towards me, as the other three took a step back. This woman was obviously the leader here, and her deep hearty laugh only leant itself to make my heart drop to the pit of my stomach. She raises one of her gauntlets up and aims straight for my chest, and I brace for another blast.

“Not exactly.” The woman says as she raises her gauntlet to the sky and blows the glass off of the dome above, shattering down onto the floor. Next thing I know a rope ladder comes falling down from an all black helicoptor hovering above the bank, as the three women began to load money on their backs, while the purple woman keeps her eyes on me, holding the gauntlet directly at my chest as I stand frozen.

“Not what I was expecting from a hero.” She says again through a crooked smirk, as she gave her compatriates enough time to climb on the rope before walking back to it herself. She grabs the ladder with her free hand, while holding me hostage with her other. “Name’s Prowler… make sure you remember that. I’m sure I’ll see you again soon.” She says with another hearty laugh, as she quickly shoots the pillar next to me, sending debris and rubble to fire off the wall and land surrounding me, giving the four of them enough cover as the helicoptor flies away. The sounds of laughter and cheering from the women started ringing in my ears as I pull myself free of the rubble, getting one last glimpse as the black helicoptor flew into the distance.