Spider-Man’s BDSM dungeon for villainesses

Harley Quinn was finally about to begin the first day of her new life. She was finally going to walk the path of a superhero. She’s flirted with heroism before, but always ended up backsliding for one reason or another. In order to make it stick, Harley needed to be guided, controlled by a stronger will. Sure, she may have been submitting to Pam for years, but in the end she was making the same mistake she did with the Joker. She needed to be dominated by a truly good person, someone who knew how to make her into a good little girl.

Luckily, she managed to catch wind of a certain superhero turned dom who took a special interest in turning villainesses like herself into good girls. Going this route was a lot easier than trying to compete with heroes like Supergirl or Emma Frost. The door opened before she could knock on it, her knees became weak when she saw the man who would become her Master. the Spectacular Spider-Man.

“well, hiya hey Spidey! I can’t believe some people were surprised when you put together this kinky little number. I mean, you can only run around in spandex for so long before-“

“Quiet.” The words died on Harley’s lips. She had just obeyed her first command from her Master, and she obeyed purely on instinct. Her pussy gushed at the thought. “You have a histpry of being a very bad girl Harley. But you came to the right place, because I have a responsibility to correct bad girls like you. You’re not going to be needing that costume anymore. Take it all off, you’re never wearing it again. Mistress Mary Jane will be fitting you with a more heroic suit once you’re our good little girl.”

Harley scrambled to get out of her red and black jacket, crop top, and booty shorts. She hoped Master would leave her costume strewn about the entrance, so any passers by would know where she disappeared to. Once she was completely naked she felt the cold night air brush across her rock hard nipples. He groped her tits, and then walked around her so he can do the same to her ass. Then he folded her arms across her mid back and webbed them together. She couldn’t budge her arms an inch. No wonder he got into bdsm, who needs ropes when you can make your own bondage?

“Well, it’s best you come inside now.” without looking behind him he shot out a web line to her neck and used it like a leash to pull her inside. He led her past a room where two dominatrix’s were with two slavegirls, both of whom were webbed by their wrists and ankles and had webbing over their eyes and mouth. “Mistress Felicia is in charge of pain,” Black was was using a riding crop to whip a squirming Livewire. “And Mistress Mary Jane is in charge of pleasure.” The Red head was gracefully caressing Killer Frost’s pussy, slowing down when she tried to hump into her fingers. Letting her know that Mistress sets the pace.

He led Harley into another room where there was a dark haired woman inside a human cage. Viper here is a personal favorite of mine.” Spider-Man took out his hard cock and Viper eyed it like a tasty treat. He unlocked her cage and she crawled over to him and started nuzzling licking and kissing his cock in equal measure.

“I remember when she first came to us,” he said as he pet her head, “back then she thought she could just pretend to be our ****. That belonging to us was just a hobby she could partake in on the weekends. This whole dungeon space used to be a hydra cell, but once good girl Viper gave us it’s location we were more than happy to drive away those bad influences.”

Harley could barely believe her eyes. If a Hydra ringleader like Viper could be brought to heel, then Spider-man could have any villainess he wanted, whenever he wanted them. Harley started to wonder what she would give up for him if he commanded her to. But deep down inside, she already knew the answer. Absolutely anything.