Chattel update

“Oh, PETER! That dumb bitch Mary Jane doesn’t deserve you—she could be enjoying this every night! OOH!”

Jen panted, recovering from what Peter had just done to her. Mary Jane nearly couldn’t hear Peter speak above She-Hulk’s breathing.

“And then you wouldn’t be enjoying this, Jen. Come on, can’t you respect that MJ’s playing hard to get?” Peter’s voice coarsened. “While you—I’m definitely not going to respect in the morning.”

Her hips moved slowly up and down, moved to the flickers of Peter’s salivating tongue like a slave girl responding to the lashes of a whip. Only much more pleasurably, as proven by the soft animal mewls that flowed from between her clenched teeth.

In a mindless fit of passion, Jen writhed, her breasts jiggling like a stripper’s as she lay back naked, breath huffing in and out of her with such force that the floorboards creaked under her.

“I don’t care if you respect me! Just fuck me! Fuck me like you did that dirty whore of yours! Oh God, it got me so wet hearing about how you did her, and right in front of the redhead too! I almost fucked her; it got me that horny!”

Mary Jane’s lips gaped in disbelief at what she was hearing. She would almost think she was hallucinating, imagining She-Hulk’s voice uttering such deranged smut, but the sight that went with it made the truth undeniable. Jen twisted lustfully under Peter’s tonguing of her sex, exactly as whorishly as the words she was voicing.

Mary Jane’s own body swayed in time to Jen’s convolutions, unthinkingly matching her movements as if she lusted to be treated to the same pleasure, to be feeling such things and expressing such delight. There was no faking what Jen was experiencing: she moved in utter surrender, completely given over to the lascivious treatment Peter gave her insanely throbbing cunt.

“Careful, Jen. MJ is mine. Only mine. I’d hate for you to become my competition. It’s so much more fun when we work together.”

And at the sound of those words, uttered huskily between Peter’s kisses at Jen’s clit and vibrating folds, Mary Jane suddenly realized how she was burning, her cunt wetly pulsing. Without knowing how they got there she was aware of her hands cupping her breasts, fingers clutching the hardened nipples through her thin dress.

Now aware of what she was doing, MJ found she couldn’t stop herself—her fingertips squeezed until the excruciating pleasure was such that she gasped in shock at how she was affected.

This is wrong, it’s wrong, so wrong. That was the cadence beating inside her fevered mind, but it only seemed to spur her on, not do anything to stop her. She pushed closer to the door to better see all that Peter was doing to Jen, her only relief from her own recriminations that it wasn’t like he was doing anything to her. Nothing was happening to her. Only Jen. Mary Jane had to see everything he did to Jen, absolutely everything.

“Yes… so much fun… God, God, could you fuck me in front of her like you did the Cat? I want her to see me come for you… I want her to watch! The way I had to just sit there while she told me what you did to that lucky bitch—!”

Mary Jane watched in wide-eyed awe while Peter’s kisses climbed up Jen’s writhing body, taking his pleasure in whatever inch of her struck his fancy. He moved slowly, lingering now and then at a sensitive spot that he seemed to have an unerring instinct for. There he’d use his teeth, and Jen would groan in delight and frustration, her jaw clenching as if she were determined not to say a word.

Of course not, Mary Jane thought. If she said something that displeased him, he might stop.

Then she shuddered, knowing she was right, hating that she was right. Mary Jane didn’t like to think about being in the same headspace as someone so submissive, someone so slutty… someone who MJ had once considered to be an even stronger woman than she was.

“You’ll make her watch, won’t you?” Jen couldn’t help herself. She had to speak. She was too passionate a woman to keep so many feelings bottled up. Her submission was in voicing just how broken she was—how Peter had fucked her out of her dignity, enslaved her, addicted her to what he was doing right now. “I want her to see! I want that bimbo to see how smart I am to let you make me your bitch!”

Mary Jane bit her lip. For a moment, she hated herself for not revealing her presence… increasing Jen’s pleasure with the exhibition she craved… repaying Jen for the sick thrill she was getting in watching them.

Maybe it would be the right thing to do to just acknowledge whatever depraved impulse had her spying on this instead of running away. She didn’t know what was right or wrong anymore. She’d hated Peter binding her, disrespecting her… but if the right thing was to pretend she wasn’t feeling the same burning need now as she had then, Mary Jane wasn’t capable of it. She was as debauched as Jen, as Felicia—maybe she just lacked the strength to admit it.

Peter could climb a wall in seconds, but it seemed to take hours for him to crawl up Jen’s sweat-slick body, finally straddling her quivering breasts, leaning back so that his toned ass flattened those gorgeous tits down to Jen’s chest. His stiff cock was only inches from Jen’s mouth. Mary Jane could only imagine what it was doing to She-Hulk to smell his masculinity, to feel his precum dripping on her throat.

“Maybe. Or maybe I’ll make you watch. If it made you this hot just hearing that sexy voice of hers talk about a fucking you missed out on, I wonder what it’ll do to you to see MJ’s face as I ream her out instead of you. She may not be too smart, but I do love her. That’s why I’m not going to let her spend the rest of her life tied to some hack when I could be doing this to her.”