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Peter reached behind himself and with a fast flick of his wrist had his middle finger deep between Jen’s open legs, entering her cunt up to his palm. She shuddered as he rolled it around inside her, teasing the trembling walls until Jen was panting, gasping, closing her eyes in utter surrender to Peter’s dominance so long as it came with more of this sensation.

Mary Jane could see Jen try to put a stop to the tantalizing torture, press herself into what he was doing, but Peter’s knees had her shoulders pinned down. And she was enjoying herself too much to want to be anywhere but at his mercy.

Peter grinned sadistically, savoring how she belonged to him, knowing he could get away with mocking her all he wanted as he used his free hand to move his cockhead along her wetly parted lips like he was offering a treat to a pet.

Jen’s tongue flicked out, licking at his tiny glanshole, and helplessly moaning when a thin smear of precum glazed her tongue. Jen strained forward, the cords in her neck standing out, trying to get Peter’s dick into her mouth. But Peter’s grin only widened while he kept it out of reach, only letting her lick him with the tip of her tongue.

Jen moaned and strained until Mary Jane felt her own muscles throbbing, wishing she could somehow lend her strength to Jen and help her break free… end this awful torment with the pleasure she so obviously needed.

“You’ll tie her down instead, won’t you? Tie her down and… oh God… fuck her! Fuck her like you’re fucking me! No, harder, because I’m just a whore and she’s your woman. Yours. Fuck, I wanna see it, I have to!”

Mary Jane’s breath left and returned to her in time to Jen’s gasps—gasps drawn from her by Peter’s thick cock like music followed a conductor’s baton. Her own tendons were bowstring taut. There was no helping her reaction to all she was seeing. She was as affected as Jen… worse, it seemed, because what Jen felt, she could remember. And what Peter was doing to Jen, she could see.

Slowly, perhaps involuntarily, Mary Jane’s hand moved down her body. Its trail down her soft belly was almost unfelt, but never stopped. That light caress fed MJ something she needed. The sight of Jen’s submission was so enthralling that something had to go with it, something had to happen to her own body to keep her from wholly subsuming herself in Jen’s response.

Mary Jane didn’t react to her hand passing the waistband of her panties, not even to the feel of her own sparse pubic hair against her wandering fingers. Then she jerked… her finger now at her moistly ready slit, touching herself as thrillingly as Peter was stroking Jen. Mary Jane had to gape, her mouth open in inarticulate silence, when she felt her own fingernail scrape lightly at her tiny clitoris, knowing it was something of what had reduced Jen to such uninhibited lasciviousness.

“I’d like to see it too, Jen.” Peter’s voice, responding to Jen’s words after what seemed like hours. Had Mary Jane started touching herself so quickly? “Let’s pretend she’s here right now and we’re showing her all the fun she can have… once she begs for it.”

Mary Jane breathlessly watched; Peter’s speech was like a sex act, forcing her attention, demanding her pleasure. She couldn’t stop herself now. Her hand ventured further into her panties, parting the soft lips of her cunt, fingers snaking into her as insistently as Peter’s eroticism had made its way into her heart and mind.

Wild shocks of delight ran through her, going everywhere. She ground her cunt against her own pleasuring hand and her body gently rocked with the motion, undulating as Jen’s was with Peter’s shameless usage of her womanhood.

There was a serenity on Peter’s face now, his smile small and wry, his expression projecting supreme confidence more than anything else. He knew he had Jen and he treated her like she was his. Grabbing her by the hair, pulling her head up, and thrusting his lust-swollen cockhead into her mouth knowing she would open, knowing she would swallow.

Jen did, gurgling, weeping tears of happiness at being his to use.

Mary Jane held her breath. She thought Jen would choke, that she had to choke, there was no way she could take that massive organ so deep into her throat. Even MJ had only mouthed it. But though Jen gagged some, she mostly sucked—slurping and sputtering, hungrily devouring what Peter had favored her with.

Moaning, too, like she’d waited all her life for this obscene feast.

Peter got up on his knees. He still had one hand controlling Jen’s head and the other at her wetly gaping pussy, pleasuring her as though in reward for how slavishly devoted she’d proven herself. And now he began pumping into her mouth, buffeting her into the ground with the cruel dispassion of a man who cared only about his own satisfaction. Or who knew that his own satisfaction was the only thing that could give his bitch joy.

Mary Jane watched with horrified curiosity while Jen’s tightly ovalled lips sucked even harder, determined to please the man enough to keep up this treatment. Her cheeks hollowed as he pulled out; her eyes glazed over when he went in. Fulfilling the need of her wild animal lust that Mary Jane had never known the respectable superheroine was capable of.

The rawness of Jen’s ecstasy brought a low moan to Mary Jane’s lips; she remembered she was touching herself but didn’t stop, her tongue circling her own mouth in nervousness while feeling her folds growing wetter. Lust flowing enough to drench her palm with a warm film of how desirous she was.

For some reason, it seemed like the more turned on she was, the more embarrassing it would be to be discovered. And yet her fear of being revealed only aroused Mary Jane more.

Perhaps the passion she now felt would be enough to tear Peter’s attention away from even that luscious blowjob he was getting…