Chapter 1 - Kraven
The small black spider scuttled across the floor and up the side of the throne, oblivious to the eyes watching its every move. It wound its way over the skull and onto the large hand that had been awaiting its arrival.
Soundlessly, Kraven brought the hand up towards his face to observe the creature more closely. He let it make a last dash for freedom before clenching his fist, relishing the wet crushing of the carapace.
He could not see a spider these days without thinking of his Spider. The one that always got away. But not any more. And this time, The Spider would be brought to his knees. This would not be a traditional hunt and execution. This one would be slow, he would pull The Spider's legs off, one by one.
Kraven smiled to himself. This would be one for the ages.
Chapter 2 - The Mandrill
The Mandrill woke in his tree house, high above the savannah and hidden from view. As tree houses went, this one was rather special, three stories high and equipped with all the mod-cons. His was the entire top floor, with views in every direction. His army of enslaved women occupied the lower floors, seeing to his every whim, working the kitchen and keeping things in order.
He growled in annoyance. Where the hell were they? He was used to being woken by his chosen few, gown in hand, ready to service him if he was in the mood. They were getting sloppy.
He rose and put on his robe, padding across the room to where the captive lay, chained to the wall, dead to the world. She looked radiant this morning, her red hair stark against the yellow catsuit. Her cat mask had been left tantalisingly out of reach, which amused him. He was not surprised that she still slept. It had been a long night for her. They had brought her here as night fell, chained her against the wall and then he had gone to town. She had felt the full force of his pheromone power, her lust driving her to the point of madness as his girls had caressed and aroused her. She had begged at one stage, he recalled with amusement, but he had denied her release. Finally, when his wine ran dry, he had displayed his prowess with a few of the girls, teasing the Hellcat as she watched on hungrily, before he had passed out on the bed.
He sighed. He knew that the Defenders would send their men, probably today, and that he was likely to take a beating. It was their usual dance, and when he recovered he knew that he would try again. It was an addiction for him. But he had also noticed that Patsy herself seemed to be alone and exposed increasingly often. You little minx, he thought, could it be that you enjoy the game as much as me?
He roused himself from his reverie and went to find his women. At the top of the staircase, he looked down and saw one of the girls prone on the floor. He was suddenly wide awake and alert. His senses would have detected gas, surely? He looked up and caught a brief flash of light in the opposite treetop. A gun?
Panic seized him and he ran on all fours in the opposite direction, leaping from the window and out into the forest, swinging from branch to branch. His breathing was ragged as he headed into the forest, away from his pursuer. He looked over his shoulder and leapt forward blindly, not seeing the net as it fell from the sky. He was snared immediately and crashed, out of control, into the tree, falling to the branch below before the net went taut. He dangled helplessly in the forest, his eyes wild. A massive figure stepped onto the branch above him, gun in hand. The Madrill did not even have time to plead before the gun fired, the dart nestling perfectly in his neck and darkness enveloping him.
Chapter 3 - The Black Cat
[One week later]
Felicia Hardy opened the door to her apartment and walked inside. It had been a good night's work;a couple of muggers arrested and a knife-wielding maniac disarmed and beaten. She caught sight of herself in the full-length mirror in the hallway, liking what she saw. Her costume pushed her full breasts up and accented her lithe figure. She ran her hands down her sides and onto her butt, half-turning to admire her pert rear. She felt strong, sexy. She would probably enjoy a bottle of wine and then record one of her videos for the Spider. He never mentioned them, but she knew he watched. Probably in the bathroom with the door locked, the horny bastard.
She made her way through the living room towards the kitchen. A deep voice emerged from the darkness, causing her to jump in fright.
"You were thinking about the Spider, weren't you? That makes two of us, my dear."
The standing light was switched on, and Felicia saw a man lounging in her armchair. He was undeniably impressive, if a little showy. He had strong, hawk-like features, jet-black hair and an impeccably groomed beard. He wore an open waistcoat, showing off a muscular chest and rock hard abs, and tan pants. Felicia immediately noticed two things that caused her alarm - firstly, the waistcoat appeared to be made from the mane of a lion, and secondly, there was an enormous and impressive bulge in his trousers.
"I know you." she said, regaining her composure. "You're the hunter, Kraven."
She decided that the way to deal with this clown was to do what she usually did with the alpha males. Play coy, show the breasts, be the sexy little kitten that they all wanted to play with. He was clearly aroused already, she just needed to string him along and strike or run when his guard was down.
She walked sexily towards him, hips swaying.
"And what do you want with little old me, Mr Hunter? Are you hunting the little cats now as well?"
He gave her an amused look, and stood up. She approached him slowly, unable to prevent herself from admiring his physique. She caught a whiff of musk as she approached, the smell getting stronger with every step. It was a rich, earthy smell, but not unpleasant. She suddenly felt a little giddy and unsteady on her feet. She looked up again at the man towering over her, but this time her breath caught in her mouth. Up close, he was the most attractive man she had ever seen. His black eyes observed her , looking her slowly up and down, and Felicia fought a powerful urge to throw herself at him.
He reached out and held her by the arms, steadying her. His touch sent a little shock down her spine and she felt her nipples hardening and poking against the leather catsuit. She saw him watching her chest and felt a little flush of shame, or arousal, she could not be sure. He pulled her towards him and kissed her, hard, without any resistance. He let go of her and moved one strong arm around her waist as they kissed, and with the other hand he slowly drew the zipper of her catsuit halfway down. She felt cool air on her breasts as they were exposed, then his hand slipped under the fabric and touched her . She gasped in his mouth as he found her nipple and gave it a gentle tweak.
He broke the kiss and looked down at her. She could not speak. He turned her slowly around and pulled her back against his chest. His domineering hands again went to her breasts, teasing her through the thin fabric of the catsuit. She felt as thought she might cum through this touch alone, but his hands soon wandered down across her taut stomach. His right hand lowered the zipper some more, and then deftly slipped lower towards her crotch. He traced idly up and down her pussy lips before finally he slipped two fingers into her wet snatch and began to finger her slowly. Felicia moaned, helpless and excited.
"We both want to teach the Spider a lesson, don't we girl?" he whispered in her ear. His beard felt rough against her ear lobe, exciting her further.
"I'm going to make him desire you. That's what you want, isn't it?"
Felicia nodded quickly, and his fingers began to move more quickly inside her, making her groan. "There's an address on the table. Meet me there in one hour."
He was pistoning his fingers inside her now, and she knew that she was moments from orgasm. At the last second, just before the point of no return, he suddenly stopped and withdrew his fingers. Her hips bucked forward, searching for him, but he slowly brought his hand out and up to her face. She saw that his fingers were drenched with her juices, and he placed them against her mouth. Horrified, she found herself wantonly taking his fingers in her mouth and suckling them, tasting her sex.
"You will have your reward tonight" he promised, letting her go and walking towards the door. Felicia slumped forward onto her knees, her head bowed. She heard the door closing behind him and, without hesitation, she plunged her hand into her suit, fingering herself to a shuddering climax. She lay with her head against the carpet, catching her breath, her mind confused. What the hell had just happened? After a time, she got gingerly to her feet and picked up the card on the table.
She stared at it for a long while, lost in thought.
Chapter 4 - The Spider
[Four hours later]
Peter Parker lay in bed, half asleep, when his phone pinged on the bedside table. He picked it up and saw that it was a message from Felicia. He looked at the alarm clock, which showed that it was a little after midnight. Right on cue, he thought.
MJ rolled over next to him. "What is it?", she muttered, not opening her eyes.
"It's Felicia", said Peter quietly. "I get her to check in after shift and confirm she's safe. "You're a good man Peter Parker", MJ murmured before rolling over and going back to sleep. It was a half-truth, Peter knew, enough for him not to feel guilty about lying to his wife. He waited until MJ's breathing slowed, and when she began to snore softly he slipped out of bed and padded to the living room, taking his phone with him.
He sat on the couch, slipping his hand inside his boxer shorts as he opened the message from Felicia. He was delighted to see that it was a video, which he preferred to the photos she sometimes drunkenly sent. He pressed the play button.
Felicia was on the ground on all fours, dressed in her catsuit, but with the zipper all the way down. Her pert breasts swayed gently as she moved.
A voice off-camera called out "Come", and she slowly moved forward until she was practically under the camera. Peter heard a soft noise, and an enormous penis came into view. Peter knew something was wrong here, but kept watching as Felicia rose onto her knees and began to kiss and suckle the head of the penis. Her expression was one of rapt bliss, and she kept glancing up towards the camera as if seeking approval.
After a few minutes, large hands appeared, hauling Felicia to her feet. They removed the catsuit from her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. Felicia stepped out of the garment, stock naked, and was pushed gently back onto the bed, her hands immediately going to her breasts, fondling herself. Peter noticed that her thick nipples were stiff and, as the camera moved forward he caught sight of her glistening pussy.
The penis again came into view and began rubbing against her slit, causing Felicia to arch upwards. The man said something inaudible and she began to moan, repeating the word "Please". The man complied and thrust himself into her, again causing her to arch back, and began expertly fucking her.
Peter watched, mesmerised, as for the next five minutes Felicia was intensely screwed. He couldn't be sure, but he reckoned she had at least three orgasms. Finally the man withdrew the cock, and began to furiously finger the prone heroine. She shrieked and began to writhe on the bed before finally being overcome by a squirting orgasm, her hips bucking against his hand. He brought the soaked hand up to the camera, and the video ended.
Peter sat in stunned silence. Was Felicia in trouble, or had she simply moved on? And which was worse? He became aware that his hand had remained in his trousers for the entire video and flushed with shame when he realised that he had cum in his boxer shorts. He headed for the shower, troubled.
Chapter 5 - Firestar
[The following evening]
Angelica Jones soared above the city, her eyes scanning the streets below. She had spent the day training with the New Warriors, honing her skills in the drill room. She felt strong and confident, and deep down she hoped that she would come across a crime of some kind or other, a way to put her skills to test in the real world. She was still dressed in her bright yellow Firestar costume, red boots and mask, feeling like a comet streaking across the sky.
Her eyes caught a flash of light, like sunlight reflecting off a mirror, and she turned her head as she flew. She noticed a white van parked next to an drab, unremarkable building, and from it emerged a large, muscular figure. He was wearing a baseball cap so she could not make out his features. The man looked up and down the street, before taking a shapeless, body-sized bag from the van and sliding the doors closed. He had a final glance around before entering the building. They never look up, she thought, amused.
Something about the situation seemed off, so she quietly descended to the sidewalk and made her way to the building. She listened against the door, and thought she heard the faint cry of a woman from inside. She held her ear to the door, but there was nothing but silence.
As quietly as possible, she opened the door and stepped inside to a long dim corridor. At the far end a dim light emanated from a side room. She heard a woman cry from the room, more clearly this time. She strode angrily forward. There had been reports of sex trafficking rings in the city, no doubt scurrying like rats between anonymous buildings such as this one. Not on her watch.
As she got closer to the doorway, a strong, musky aroma began to fill the air. What the hell is going on back there, she thought, slowing to peer into the dimly-lit space. The room appeared empty, save for a single projector on a small table in the middle. The projector was casting a bright white rectangle of light against the far wall, and Firestar stepped in to get a better look. The musky smell was even stronger in here, but Firestar found that the aroma was growing on her.
Suddenly, the projector sparked to life. Firestar started at the noise, and turned her attention to the wall. A video began, showing a woman with long white hair, stark naked, on all fours on a white bed. Her ass was raised up and pointed at the camera. A man entered the picture and grasped the prone girl by the waist, pausing, before thrusting his enormous cock into her. The woman lifted her head and cried out - Firestar recognised it as the same cry she had heard before. The man began furiously fucking the woman, who moaned and bucked against him.
Firestar watched the video, transfixed. She had never in her life watched porn, and never observed anyone else having sex other than when she walked in on her parents when she was 12. But this was something else. She watched as the man, his muscles rippling, dominated the woman, who was clearly in the throes of ecstasy. She became aware that her own body was inexplicably aroused, her sensitive nipples poking against the thin fabric of her costume. She felt a thin trail of wetness from her pussy that trickled agonisingly slowly down her inner thigh, and her hand went to her groin. She began to slowly rub herself through her costume, her eyes glued to the screen. Involuntarily, she touched her clit and felt a flash of warmth from her fingers, before it cooled. Since she had been a teenager this had been her way, using her powers to stimulate her clit with flashes of mild heat, a sensation that always sent her toppling into orgasm.
The camera panned around the two lovers on the screen as Firestar continued to pleasure herself. As she approached orgasm, she became dimly aware of a presence behind her. Strong hands reached around and gently kneaded her breasts, sending a cascade of sensations down her spine and into her groin. At that moment, the camera swung fully around and Firestar saw with horror that it was her friend, the Black Cat, who was being so thoroughly fucked. And with even greater horror, that Felicia was being fucked by Kraven, his features contorted as he raced to an orgasm of his own.
It was too late for her, though, as her orgasm came crashing down and she threw her head back, groaning. She barely felt the prick of the needle as it entered her neck, and she fell tumbling with the orgasm into blackness.
Chapter 5 - The Mandrill
The monkey hung from the wall in the dark room. He did not know how long he had been there. Days? Weeks. Two tubes had been attached to his neck, no doubt nourishing him and keeping him alive, despite how often he had wished not to be. He heard the familiar scrape of the door, and recoiled in fear.
The man entered, his lion coat adding to his sense of bulk. He walked forward like a predator, the familiar tray in his hands.
"No." the monkey tried to shout, but it came out as a croak. "Please. No!"
The man approached the captive beast and shushed him gently. "Do not worry, little monkey, the worst of it is over. I now know what I need."
The worst of it. The man had spent countless hours in this room with the monkey, prodding him and extracting fluids and marrow from his body. The pain had been excruciating, and the mandrill had been offered nothing to dull the pain. The man could not afford to contaminate his subject. Time after time the monkey had blacked out, mercifully, only to be brought cruelly back to consciousness so that the procedures could continue. The man had been forced to gag him, not when he had been threatening and full of invective, but when he had been screaming and pleading and crying. He had even wished for death, begging over and over for release.
Finally the man found what he was after. And now he was back for more.
The man fastened the muzzle, preventing the monkey from screaming as the needle went to his neck and pierced his flesh. It touched the gland and pain exploded through the beast. He tried to scream and thrash, but the man went about his work without a word.
Finally he withdrew the needle, and the creature slumped in his restraints. The man showed it the needle, now filled with a thick yellow liquid.
"Can you believe it?" the man said, almost to himself. "All of your power, from a gland the size of a grape?" He tapped the needle with his finger, removed the muzzle and patted the monkey on the cheek.
Anger surged through the Mandrill and he found his voice. He began to shout at the man, showering threats and curses upon him, his eyes blazing with fury. The man silenced him with one sharp, powerful punch to the kidney. The monkey's eyes flew open and bile filled his mouth, his body trying to double over but trapped by the restraints. He fought for oxygen as the man left the room without a word, locking the door behind him. The monkey finally managed to draw breath, and began to sob.
Chapter 6 - Firestar
Firestar woke, her head groggy. She opened her eyes and found herself in a large, light room, at the centre of which was a large bed. She tried to move and became aware that her arms were restrained, spreadeagled above her head. She was also completely naked, and flushed with shame.
A sudden memory came to her, of the erotic video of Kraven and the Black Cat, and she wondered if it had been a dream.
"Hello?" she called out, cautiously.
The door opened and Kraven slowly entered. Firestar's heart filled with dread at the sight of the shirtless, muscular hunter. He had bested her several times before, but time after time she had been saved. She looked at his body and recalled with alarming detail the video of him dominating Felicia so thoroughly, drawing climax after climax from her stricken friend.
He walked towards her, admiring the way her naked figure and small, tight breasts. He stood before her and she picked up a familiar musky scent that she could not place.
"Firestar. You look as lovely as ever", he said, eyeing her up and down and fucking her with his eyes. She made to respond, but he raised a finger to her lips and the response died within her.
"You will not be harmed, my dear. It is not the way of Kraven to harm those as..... fetching, as you." He slid his hand down the side of his torso as he said this, and she was shocked to find that her body responded to the sensation.
He went on. "Our role here is to let go, Firestar. We both live in worlds fraught with danger. We are faced with the very real threat of death and we dance with it every day. It fills us with the knowledge that life is short, and beautiful. We who know the horrors of this world must also embrace its joys and passions."
She absorbed his every word, unable to look away from him. He stepped even closer and began to trace his fingers over her body as he spoke.
"Look at us, Firestar. We are both warriors, our bodies hard and honed from year after year of training. We are capable of feats that mere mortals can only dream of. But why only use these bodies to fight, to cause harm? Are we not beautiful, you and I?"
She had to admit that he was a beautiful man, perhaps the most beautiful that she had ever seen. And she felt like a giddy teenager as he admiringly caressed her body. She was tired of being a hero all day, every day, and found herself wanting to let go. Just once. Kraven was right. She wanted to let go of responsibility and let herself be claimed and taken as a woman.
As if reading her thoughts, Kraven leaned forward and kissed her passionately. Her nipples screamed with pleasure as she felt them crushed against his broad chest. He broke the kiss and moved to her neck, before moving to her breasts. He suckled on each nipply, flicking the other with his thumb, which caused her to throw her head back with pleasure. He continued down, kissing her tight stomach, before finding her pussy. He paused for a moment, looking up at her.
"You are beautiful", he said softly, before licking her slit slowly. He teased her a few times more, before softly suckling on the extended bud and pressing his fingers into her. Firestar had not known a pleasure like this, and she gasped as he expertly brought her to the edge of climax.
He stopped abruptly, watching her pussy spasm with pre-orgasmic contractions, before standing up and taking off his trousers. She looked down and saw the enormous penis that had brought so much joy to Felicia in the video. Her heart leapt in anticipation as he drew up to her and placed the enormous head of the penis at the entrance to her pussy. She mewled softly, bucking her hips forward to hurry him up. He began to stretch her apart as he entered, just an inch, and her excitement threatened to bubble over.
There was a knock on the open door and Kraven stopped. They both looked up to see Felicia, naked in the doorway and playing with herself. Kraven withdrew from Firestar and she cried out as he crossed the room, lifted Felicia and laid her gently on the bed.
Firestar's torture had begun.
Chapter 7 - The Black Cat
Felicia stood in the doorway and watched as Kraven pleasured Angelica, recognising the look of passionate bliss on her face. She fought the urge to join them, and instead began to pleasure herself, aroused by the erotic sight before her. As Kraven made to fuck Firestar, Felicia took her cue and knocked on the door.
Felicia could not help but love the expression on Firestar's face as Kraven withdrew and made towards the Black Cat. You may be able to fly, she thought, but I'm getting fucked first. Kraven picked her up as if she weighed nothing, and she felt his mighty cock pressing against her. She fell to the bed, excited and needy.
Kraven stood next to the bed, and she eagerly moved forward and took his cock in her hands, kissing and caressing it to full hardness. She had come to love this tool and the sheer, mind-numbing pleasure it brought her. Kraven allowed her to suck him almost to the point of climax, his eyes on Firestar. She looked like prey, Kraven thought, her face wide and her eyes darting about. Good.
Kraven finally withdrew from Felicia's mouth and returned the favour, bringing her to a loud climax with his tongue. Again he kept his eyes on Firestar, who writhed in her bonds. He observed with satisfaction that her pussy juices were running down her thighs as she ground them together.
He rose up and inserted his penis into Felicia, the thick member sliding fully into the enraptured heroine. He fucked her for the next 15 minutes in a variety of positions, each time bringing the girl to climax. Her energy had begun to fade, her enthusiastic lust replaced by an almost fearful anticipation of the next orgasm. All the while, Firestar's protests had grown louder. He had cruelly paused between each bout of fucking, as if considering to go to her, before resuming his dominant fucking of Felicia.
Finally he lifted the Black Cat and impaled her on his cock, her head against his chest. He stood up effortlessly, and slowly walked across the room towards Firestar. Every step sent sensations coursing through Felicia's body, and she moaned helplessly against him.
Kraven stood before Firestar and began to furiously fuck the Black Cat. Tears of need sprung from Firestar's eyes, and she quietly began to plead. Please, she repeated, please, take me. Kraven looked at her, and nodded. With a final series of thrusts he brought Felicia to a shaking orgasm, before lowering her to the floor. She lay with her eyes closed, unable to move save for the involuntary twitches that swept her body.
Kraven rose and unclasped Firestar's hands. As he stood before her, she smelt the strong musky scent of him and itched with need. She put her freed arms around his neck and nuzzled him as he lifted her by the knees. His cock scraped against her as they walked to the bed, almost enough to push her over the edge but not quite.
He placed her down and his cock sheathed into her in one swift movement. She closed her eyes and screamed with pleasure.
In the ceiling, the camera whirred.
Chapter 8 - The Spider
Peter Parker sat at his desk, distracted. He had spent the past few days thinking of little else but the video of Felicia. She had been fucked more thoroughly than in any fake porn video he had ever seen. He wondered how MJ would react if she saw it. Would she be horrified, or secretly be envious of the wild and abandoned passion of it all. Peter knew that their love-making had become perfunctory, but even in the early days it had been tender rather than passionate. MJ could never see that video, he decided.
His phone pinged, breaking his daydreams. He looked to see another message from Felicia. He dreaded opening it, but knew that he had to. Another video.
He went to the bathroom cubicle and locked the door, almost trembling with anticipation. How far had she gone this time?
He pressed play and a loud cry came from his phone, causing him to hurriedly turn the volume down. He heard a polite cough from a few stalls down, but had to keep going.
He was shocked to see a red-haired girl, lying on her back on a large bed while a broad-shouldered man went down on her. Her face was screwed up with pleasure, but Peter recognised it instantly.
"What the fuck?!", he said, eliciting another cough from his neighbour.
Peter ignored it and pressed on. On the screen, the man brought Firestar to a climax that Peter could identify even with the sound off, as she arched her back and gasped wordlessly before collapsing back onto the bed. He moved over her and began to fuck her in the missionary position, her arms wrapped around his neck as pressed down and kissed her.
Peter fast-forwarded the video, which went on for some time, before something caught his eye. He wound back and pressed play. At some point Firestar and the man were joined by a third person. Peter knew what he would see, and sure enough, Felicia entered the screen and began to kiss Firestar as the man fucked her from behind. Firestar leaned into the kiss, and Felicia began to kiss and caress Angelica's body as she was fucked. Peter could not believe what he was seeing, but was unable to break away.
As he fucked Firestar, the man finally turned to look up, directly into the camera. He smiled as he thrust into the heroine, his hand reaching out and fingering Felicia's waiting pussy. Peter's phone dropped to the floor with a crash, the screen cracking against the tiled floor.
Peter did not need to see the video again. He had instantly recognised the hunter as he gazed upwards, his face glowing with victory. Peter ran from the stall and before long he was swinging out, across the city.
On the cracked screen in the bathroom, the video rolled on and on, the two heroines being brought to climax and after climax by Kraven and exploring each other's bodies with an intensity neither had thought possible.
Chapter 9 - Aftermath
Peter found the girls within 20 minutes, tracking the location of Felicia's phone. They were in an abandoned factory building on the outskirts of town, its offices recently remodeled. Peter broke down a locked door in search of the girls and recoiled at the smell that assaulted him. The room reeked of animal piss and shit, and a restraining rack hung against the wall. It was otherwise empty.
He moved from room to room, before finally finding the room with the bed and the restraining cross. Felicia and Angelica lay naked on the bed, groaning and writhing. They appeared to be gently grinding against each other. Peter shielded his eyes and gently pried them apart, before covering them with the sheets. They must be drugged, he thought, but with what.
He noticed that each woman clenched a wet cloth, and he reached out to take pry Firestar's hands open. She groaned and protested as he took her cloth away, but didn't have the strength to fight him. He brought the material to his nose and sniffed. He caught a whiff of musk, a smell that he recognised, but could not place. Then it hit him, like a freight train. The Mandrill! But what the hell did that have to do with Kraven?
His eyes caught a note on the sideboard. He picked it up, icy dread rising in his heart.
"Spider,
I must commend your taste in friends. It has been years since I have experienced such pleasure. Sadly, it is unlikely that the lovely ladies will experience such pleasure again in their lifetimes, and may spend more energy than they can afford trying to find it. I can only imagine that is to my benefit. I will make sure they know where to find me.
I have taken my monkey somewhere safe, and when I can replicate his talents I shall return him to the wild. Or to my trophy room, I haven't yet decided which.
I am sure we will see each other soon, old enemy. Perhaps in the meantime you can give my regards to the lovely lady spider, Jessica, and your wife.
Before long,
K."
Peter's eyes shot open. He grabbed the other cloth from the groaning Felicia and sped from the building, hoping the girls' strength would return quickly. He had to get to MJ, to keep her safe, and warn Jessica.
[Six months later]
Kraven ignored the spider as it crossed his hand and disappeared down the side of his throne. He finished reading the article, and smiled to himself. Yet another piece on the downfall of the Spider. He had read countless articles like this over the past few months; growing concern about the Spider's erratic behaviour, increased violence against petty criminals, rumours of a drinking problem and a marriage on the rocks.
He stood up and walked to the trophy on the wall. Thank you, monkey, he thought, staring into the lifeless eyes before him.
He had come to realise that there was perhaps a greater satisfaction in capturing and imprisoning an animal, perhaps especially where the prison is in the animal's own mind.
He padded across the room and into the study, the room where he fastidiously planned his great hunts. He looked up at the photographs pinned to the board among the scribbled notes.
She is beautiful, he thought, not for the first time. He studied her raven hair, lean physique and small, perfect breasts and felt a stirring in his loins.
It might be time, Jessica, he thought, and turned his mind to the hunt.
THE END
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