Ms. Prowler

Slowly, light enters her eyes, as her head jerks about. She opens her eyes slowly. Light instantly seeping in. Irritating her. It switches off.

She glances around, and the horror of the scene glances onto her. She is tied to a the wall. Hands and legs spread apart, strapped to the wall.

A young black boy, with messy hair and a soft moustache stands in the visible distance.

"Miles…?" asks Gwen.

The boy says nothing, just as from the side, someone walks up. The metal on its shoes clanging to the floor. It someone in a purple costume. With clawed hands and a mask. But the figure wearing it, looks like a female.

The mask is removed, and indeed, it is a female. It is Gwen herself.

She hands the mask to the boy and walks close to Gwen. She looks at her hands, her webshooters are removed. Put aside on a distant table.

Prowler-Gwen walks up to Spider-Gwen. "I guess we're beautiful in all universes! But alas… our minds are different."

SG snarls at PG. "Let me go. It was an accident. I need to go back."

PG looks at her with mock grief. "Aww, this lady here wanna get back eh?" PG removes her gloves and hands and puts them down. And slowly, fingers SG's pussy. Going deeper, and deeper. As long as she could.

SG moans. She tries moving but is unable.

PG cackles. "You see, I love to see people in distress. And … and seeing myself in such a state, its beautiful altogether." Removing her finger she touches SG's boobs. Pinching her nipples. Pinching them so hard, that SG starts shrieking in pain.

And suddenly, SG glitches. Her body shivers and vibrations appear all around her. Her eyes widen. Where was the anklet Miguel gave her?

PG laughs. And turns around. SG looks at her angrily.

"How unfortunate, I wanna play around with you, missy. But I gotta go. After all, I have this to try and test." She puts a hand in her pocket and brings out the anklet of Gwen. "Have fun Miles, she's all yours." PG lifts the webshooters from the table and walks out of the room.

Just before she walks out. The straps on the wall unfasten and Gwen is dropped to the floor. Her joints ache. Especially her groin and her shoulders.

She looks up as a shadow nears her. It is Miles. With a dark look on his face. His hands having gloves of claws.

Gwen sniffs. They had clearly underestimated her. Taking her webshooters did not make her less of the Spider-Woman which she was.

She stood up, determined, not even caring to cover her body. She rubs her wrists to ease the pain. Wind passes through the window, tickling each part of her body, and yet, she doesn't waver.

"I'm sorry, Miles."