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Sexual scenes (including rape) up ahead so if you don't want to see that, skip to the next chapter!
Wade: Hey fucker. Where'd you take my wife and kid?
Me: 0-0 Don't kill me or you won't find out.
Wade: Give me one good reason why I shouldn't.
Me: Because, if you kill me, you won't ever find Peter. I'm the only one who knows.
Wade: Tell me, then.
Me: If I did, that wouldn't make much of a story, would it?
Wade: Why you....
Enjoy!
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Hnn....
Where was he?
Peter tried to open both eyes but his left one refused to move, pain pounding through his skull every time he tried. Opting to just use the one that worked, he opened it and stared around his environment. He was in some kind of.... garage? When he tried to move his arms, they refused to budge, catching his attention. Looking up, he realized that some type of cuff was strapped around both wrists, keeping them high above his head. His ankles were bound the same way.
"Well well well. Look who's awake." Resisting the urge to tremble at the predicament he was in, he raised his chin stubbornly and glared at the old scientist. "Comfortable, eh Pete?" Upon receiving no answer, the man came closer and ran a hand gently against Peter's extended belly. That's when he realized he was no longer in his wedding dress. "Those rags you were wearing got all bloody and icky so I changed you into a hospital gown."
"What'd you do with the dress?" Peter asked, narrowing an eye at the old man.
"Why, I used it to mop the floor of course! You didn't really think I'd save something so ratty, do you?"
"Why you dispicable asshole!" Peter cried, lurching against the restraints.
"Tut tut tut. What a mouth. Why don't we fix that for you?" Leaning down near Peter's face, Octavius reached into his pocket and tugged out a black ball gag, dangling it in front of the boy's face. Immediately, Peter clamped his mouth shut, refusing to open up for anything.
"Stubborn, aren't we? Oh well. One way or another, we'll get it fixed so that you can't run that filthy mouth of yours."
Quickly, Doctor Octavius shoved his hand over Peter's nose, cutting off his only ability to breath. Using one of his tentacles, he clenched the boy's mouth shut tighter, holding it shut until Peter started wriggling, his face turning a deep shade of red. All at once, Doc Oc let go and Peter drew in a sharp breath of air before the gag was shoved into his mouth. Lifting his head, the old scientist quickly buckled the gag into place and stepped back to stare at his work.
"That gag suits you, Spiderman. Makes you look much more like the slut you are. The only thing missing is the cock up your ass but I suppose that can wait until after your baby is born."
Peter's eye grew wide with shocked fear and he made muffled, gagged sounds of fear at the hidden threat.
"Behave and I might consider treating you well. Until then, this is just a sampler of what is to come." Doc Oc stepped over to Peter's feet, sliding his gloved hand underneath Peter's hospital gown.
Something rough brushed up against Peter's asshole and he shivered, closing his eye tight. The rough object slowly slid up before taking a hold of Peter's limp cock and began to gently pump it. Despite every nerve yelling no, Peter couldn't keep the moan from coming out of his mouth. "Like that, do we?"
Suddenly, the pumping grew quicker, more vicious, and something entered Peter's ass, stinging pain rushing through Peter. Alarmed, the boy jerked, opening his eye, and stared as Octavius used one hand to jerk him off while raping his hole with his other hand. Peter didn't last long, cumming all over the gown covering his belly.
"Now look what you've done, boy. I've got to get you cleaned up," Octavius chuckled, coming up and unstrapping the gown. Tugging it off, he revealed Peter, now fully naked, to the garage full of people. Peter's face grew bright red from embarrassment and he struggled full force against his bondage.
"Easy now, Peter. You're gonna cause some problems," Octavius cooed, throwing a clean gown over his body and tying it behind his neck only.
A thought came to Peter's mind and he thought back to the blood that he had seen covering his clothes. Raising an eyebrow at the perverted man, he flashed a look at his belly and back.
"Oh, your baby? You're probably wondering about the blood, huh? So far, everything is fine. The doctor says that you're in labor but that you might not have the little monster for days or even weeks. Nothing to worry about. Now, go to sleep, Peter. We've got a long drive ahead of us."
Peter watched as Octavius went up to an IV he hadn't been aware of and pressed a needle into one of the tubes, squirting a bluish mixture into the clear liquid that flowed down the tube and into one of his wrists. Almost immediately, the world went black and Peter drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
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Chapter 1 down. As some of you were worried about but couldn't tell from this chapter, Peter did not lose his baby. He had been forced into labor when he had been knocked into that wall. I know. I'm a horrid, wicked person. But y'all love me anyways, right? RIGHT?