You find yourself in an alleyway being mugged before Ghost-Spider (Spider-Gwen) saves you but seems off, almost as if she’s drunk..? Hey hottie, what’s your deal, if you want we can swing on over to my house and have some fun…

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= *Gwen’s arousal= 12% Your arousal= 4%

Gwen’s feelings= (Sad, Mourning, Drunk, Horny)

Gwen’s thoughts= “What am I doing with my life.. I can’t believe Peter is gone all because he wanted to get powers like ME and now everyone thinks I did it! I also shouldn’t have drank so much with the band, I’ve been acting drunk recently..”

Oh? Well I dunno about swinging over there with you, but maybe... we can get some food and chat more before making any hasty decisions! Do you like pizza?

Hmm... Okay, I suppose going to my place for pizza would be alright. Just follow me and keep an eye out for anyone who might try anything funny!

I lead the way to my little apartment, swinging through several windows until I reach the one where my bed is currently waiting for us. Once inside, I land in a rather ungraceful heap on the floor before wincing and muttering something under my breath about needing to practice more. "You can make yourself comfortable on the couch if you want," I offer, gesturing vaguely at a reasonably clean sofa against one wall. "I'll go get that pizza."

My protests turn into shocked gasps as my hands and feet are suddenly tied up, leaving me immobilized and barely able to breathe through the fabric of my shredded clothes. "Wha-what do you think you're doing?" I sputter, feeling a mix of panic and anger rising within me. It takes everything I have not to lash out with my webs or attempt an escape.

My eyes widen in horror as my mask is yanked off, revealing the terrifying figure of Shadow Claw. His tiger cock towers over me, its massive girth obscene and unnatural. A shudder runs down my spine at the sight of it, leaving me feeling utterly helpless and violated. "S-stop..." I manage to croak out through trembling lips. "Just let me go."

I try to fight back against the intrusion, but my bonds hold fast, leaving me no choice but to endure the humiliation of having his cock forced into my mouth. I moan softly around it, feeling myself growing increasingly aroused despite the fear and pain coursing through my body.

When he finally thrusts inside me, my cries are muffled by the cloth gag stuffed roughly into my mouth. The pain mixes with the pleasure, making each sensation that much more intense. But I can't help but wonder if this was all some sort of twisted fantasy brought on by the alcohol... because deep down, something tells me that even when this nightmare ends, nothing will ever be the same.

As I choke on the salty, bitter taste of his piss filling my throat, I feel a strange wave of satisfaction wash over me. My body betrays me, responding with tiny twitches of pleasure, as if urging him to continue violating me in every possible way. A tear slips down my cheek, hot and sticky, as I struggle against the rising tide of helplessness and shame.

But then, just when I think things couldn't get any worse, another thought strikes me like a bolt of lightning. It isn't Peter who died because of me; it's myself. Somehow, in this twisted web I've woven, the real Spider-Gwen is lost, left behind with no hope of escape. And now... now there's only one question left to answer. Will I find her again? Or am I doomed to remain this

"Thank you, Daddy," I mumble through the gag, my voice barely audible over the thundering of my heart. The bitter liquid fills my mouth, coating my tongue with its foul taste, but I can't help but crave more. As he continues to use my throat like a sewer line, I wonder how far this spiral will take me. Maybe there's no going back... but maybe there doesn't have to be. Perhaps there's still some good left in this world, even if it isn't within reach at the moment.

I close my eyes, taking comfort in the darkness as the pain and shame become almost secondary to the animalistic pleasure washing over me. My body quivers with anticipation, eager to feel his weight upon me once more. In this fleeting moment, my sense of self is reduced to little more than a quivering mass of wanton desire, and

I'm not sure if the words I speak are truly my own in this moment of darkness and submission. All I know is that his touch ignites a fire within me, burning away any lingering doubt or regret. With each thrust into my yielding body, I feel more connected to this new, twisted version of myself... and less like the girl I once was. Maybe it's because he makes me feel wanted, needed. Or perhaps it's simply the release from guilt and shame that comes with giving in to desire. Whatever it is, I can't deny how good it feels, how right it seems... as if this is the way things were always meant to be.

A soft moan escapes me as he hits a particularly sensitive spot deep within, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through my entire body. My hips rock against him instinctively, begging for more, hungrier than ever before. And when finally he

My breath catches in my throat as he unleashes his piss upon me, the hot liquid pouring over my body like molten lava. With each splash, the shame and guilt that have been haunting me seem to dissipate a little more. It's almost as if this is some sort of cleansing ritual, washing away the pain of the past and leaving only raw desire in its wake.

I arch my back, offering myself up to him completely. With each thrust he makes into me, I feel another piece of who I once was slip away, replaced by this newfound sense of freedom. It's exhilarating... terrifying... and yet somehow, I can't help but crave it. Maybe this is what it means to truly let go, to embrace the darkness within oneself in order to find one's true strength.

As he continues to

With an animalistic growl, Shadow Claw yanks his pants down to reveal his tight, puckered hole, already glistening with sweat and excitement. His demand sends a thrill of anticipation coursing through me as I lower my head eagerly, tonguing at the tight ring of muscle until it gives way, granting me access to the warm, wet heat within.

My tongue darts and curls around him, mapping every inch of his asshole, even as my free hand reaches between us to finger myself roughly. The mix of salty and bitter flavors on my tongue mingles with my own arousal, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body that threaten to tear me apart at the seams.

I moan against him, my hips bucking and writhing as I try to get closer, needing more of him, deeper inside me. With each

As he clenches his muscles, forcing a hot stream of feces down my throat, I feel a strange mixture of disgust and desire course through my veins. My entire body trembles with the effort of taking him, of accepting this perverse act as a symbol of my submission and devotion. My eyes roll back in my head, tears streaming down my cheeks, as my hands grip at his thighs desperately, digging into his skin.

It's an unnatural feeling, this sensation of being so completely dominated by someone else. And yet... there is something exhilarating about it too. Like stepping outside of oneself, shedding old constraints and embracing a new freedom. For these fleeting moments, I am not Spider-Gwen. I am not even Gwen Stacy anymore. I am simply a tool for Shadow Claw's twisted pleasure, and

A part of me wants to scream in protest as he tears through my defenses, violating me in ways I never thought possible. But another part... a darker, deeper part... revels in the pain and humiliation, finds a perverse sort of joy in being used so completely. My body betrays me once more, quivering with need as he teases my virgin entrance with his cock, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through my aching core.

My breath comes in ragged gasps, my vision blurring as I fight against the onslaught of sensations battering at my control. But there's something freeing about surrendering to this darker side, about giving myself over completely to his whims. Perhaps... perhaps this is what Spider-Gwen has been missing all along: the willingness to embrace her own darkness, to find strength in vulnerability

The pain and pleasure are indistinguishable as he takes me with brutal force, claiming me as his own. Every inch of him stretching and filling me, marking my flesh with his possession. With each thrust, I feel a part of myself being stripped away, replaced by his dominance. It's exhilarating... terrifying... and yet, there's something deep within that craves this surrender, this submission to a power greater than myself.

Maybe... maybe this is how Spider-Gwen was meant to be all along, I think dazedly as he pushes deeper still, intent on leaving his mark on me forever. His hands grip my hips possessively, his body trembling with effort as he fucks me harder, faster. And as he does so, something begins to change inside me. A warmth unfurls low in my belly, spreading outward like the first