It was usually the cold air that woke him up, and if not that then a hot body grinding against him. If he was lucky, it would be Mary Jane; at least then he didn't feel guilty. However, it rarely was her, and when it was Black Cat would be watching nearby, mocking the red head's "poor performance" and pulling her off so she could finish the job herself.
Spider-Man had done his best to keep track of the time, able to see night and day through the windows on high. His guesses were only though, however, as he suspected he could be out of it for more than a day or two at a time. It all depended on how much of a fight he would put up, forcing them to use more of that drug than usual to keep him out longer. Awake or not, it didn't stop them from using him as a sex doll. Whatever it was they were using to keep him somewhat willing was also keeping him constantly aroused. At least, that's what he told himself. Seeing those three hot, writhing, super bodies fucking each other and him was more than enough to cause his body to betray his devotion to MJ.
Each time he awoke he found his bounds weaker and weaker. Despite they're degrading strength; he wasn't able to break them. Perhaps his powers were being sapped from the drugs, or perhaps it was his own will. With each passing session, he found himself less and less eager to get away, even when MJ wasn't present. He couldn't be sure of anything anymore, really, and that realization was becoming less and less troublesome.
When he awoke this time, it was to MJ's gyrating hips on his lap, his cock snug inside of her. She had been moving slowly, a casual thing, not expecting to wake him. Spidey fluttered his eyes open, and for a brief moment he forgot the situation they were in. He just saw the firey-haired beauty grinding into him, raking her hand through her hair as it cascaded in front of her perfectly shaped face. He moved his head side to side, looking for the ivory haired mistress but surprisingly found no one. It wouldn't be impossible that either Black Cat or Rogue would be behind the bed he currently was bound to, or somewhere else close by where they could watch the two lovers in secret, but he had to take the risk to talk some sense into MJ.
"MJ, we gotta get out of here while we can," he pleaded. "Quick, untie me." His words fell on deaf ears as she merely moaned and smiled happily, riding him firmly but slowly. "Mary Jane!" he yelled, risking alerting Cat or Rogue or whoever they might have added to the super hero harem. Frustrated by her focus on anything but him, he rocked his body side to side in hopes of alerting her to more than just his dick.
Her eyes shot open with shock and pleasure as her toy began to move inside her. She wasn't so far gone that she attributed it to a miracle and knew Pete had woken up. Giggling from the momentary jump in pleasure, she collected herself.
"Sorry, Pete, but Cat doesn't like me talking to you," she informed, reaching over to the metal table to her left to pick up a syringe. "Nighty night!" she gleefully exclaimed as she aimed the needle at his arm that resembled a pin cushion.
"No no wait!" he quickly cried before he could be put out again for god knows how long. "If, uh, you put me out, I...um...I won't be able to do this!" he then rocked his hips again, causing a happily giggle from the super model. Oh how he wish he could enjoy this.
"Mmhmmhmm" she moaned and giggled out, again having to collect herself to hold a conversation. "Okay, I'm listening, but if you stop this it's Mr. Pointy for you," she threatened, only then setting down the needle, still within easy reach.
He sighed and kept moving his hips, trying his best to keep his own focus on the topic at hand. "MJ, they have you on some drug or something, this isn't you, you have to fight this!"
"Fight it? Why would I want to fight –this-?" she rhetorically asked, moving her own hips to go opposite of his, causing his dick to press all the more against her walls. With Peter's hands restrained, she had to fondle her own breasts, pinching her pink nipples and twisting lightly.
He was losing her, and she did make a good point, or her scent was beginning to take over his mind. He had noticed they were all wearing the perfume Rogue was wearing that night at S.H.I.E.L.D. so many nights back. Something about it had a manipulative property. Cat must have stolen it, no doubt from one of her sexual victims. Spider-Man couldn't think of that right now, there were lives to save, and he was going to start with Mary Jane and himself.
"This isn't right, MJ! Cat is –killing- people and you could be next!"
Again she giggled, but this time out of amusement. "Oh she stopped killing people. Said she didn't have to use those disposable men now that she has all of us," she explained, sending the ball back into Pete's court.
He was relieved she had at least stopped killing, though he would wager that she probably stopped to turn her trail cold, as well. He could see that familiar face she makes when she's about to cum, and she might hop off and leave him if she did, ending his one chance at escape.
"And when she gets tired of us? What do you think she'll do then?" He hoped she would deduce murder and snap out of her trance soon enough for them to make their escape.
"Oh she won't get tired of us, she's getting more friends to play with," MJ casually put, effectively extinguishing another one of his arguments.
He didn't like the sound of that one bit. He had no doubt that a woman like Cat would have no problem brining in new recruits. While he hadn't yet succumbed to the full effect of her manufactured scent, he knew it was only a matter of time before he would fall victim to it and his free will would be lost. He had one last card he could play before his hand was lost.
