With the newfound powers that he had given himself, the Warden, was opening his front door mere moments later, cancelling the silent alarm and striding to his bedroom. As the door opened, Spider-Woman's moment had arrived, her long-awaited chance to persuade him onto a better path. But Spider-Woman was in nothing like a fit enough state to take effective action. By now she was frantically fingering herself, any self-awareness or sense of decorum long abandoned. She failed to notice him until he stood inches away from her and spoke; "Enjoying yourself there, Spiderslut"?
Spider-Woman finally noticed his presence and desperately tried to regain some sense of composure. "Wuh-Warden", she gasped, her chest crushed and it needing everything she had to keep her hands away from her constantly squirting nether regions. Somehow she was still able to convince herself that the situation could still be turned in her favour; "Yurgh-Your reign of (gasp) ter-terror ends n-now. I-I am Spi-AIGH-der-Wuh-Woman and I a-am here to bri-ing you to jus - to jus- to justice." She interrupted herself with her most shattering orgasm yet. Why couldn't she focus herself? But she was a Superheroine - somehow she would find a way to be victorious. If she could only trap him, then she might by the time to recover herself and her natural authority. Maybe her tits might shrink enough that she could at least sit up...
"Fay-face the-the wrath of a Su - a Su, a Super- a Superheroine wronged", she gasped, getting ever more breathless and highpitched with each aching syllable. She tried to raise her feet to the edge of the bed to give her some stable footing, she knew she needed her arms as near to her target and stable as possible if her weakened webbing could manage to reach and restrain him, as she had done with so many villains previously, but in very different circumstances. The Warden sniggered to himself as the effort of adjusting her body position in this manner sent her whole body into another quivering orgasm, and her feet barely left the carpet.
Spider-woman realised she could no longer have reached her knees anyway. With great effort, she managed to lift her quivering and enfeebled arms onto her catastrophic bosom, pointed them at the warden and proceeded to adjust her fingers into familiar pose. She yelled in triumph "FOR THE (Gasp) HONOUR OF SUPER-SUPERHEROINES!"; and she pulled the hidden triggers.
But her once unbreakable and accurate webbing was to let her down once more. She was too distracted and clumsy to properly aim them as she had done so many times before. Instead she managed to empty all of their remaining reserves in a glob from each wrist. Reacting with the air as once before, it instantly solidified, but this time in a large glob that travelled only as far as the end of her fingers. Somehow, she had managed to exhaust her last weapon, and use it to form to solid footballs around her own hands and wrists
Desperately she tried to shake it loose from her hands, but it was far too heavy for her feeble movements to have any positive effect, she succeeded only in wobbling her huge breasts enough that they slipped off either side. As they hit the mattress, her hands knocked a foot either side of her, she could no longer move them, with the combination of the weight of her huge mittens, her own weakness, and the residual adhesiveness of the webbing itself.
Her arms pinned, too weak to sit up or even raise her legs, Spider-woman realised with renewed horror that the only action that she could now make was to gently shake her huge breasts around. She could only wait to see what action the Warden would take against her
Sobbing bitter tears, her ever increasing and very accurate sense of danger prompted another shattering orgasm.
The Warden smiled victoriously at her. "Are you all done? Have you shown me enough of your 'Superheroine honour'? I think it's time that we got better acquainted..."
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