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She was just about to open the door when she heard something that froze her: a groan.

Her mind went blank; then there was a striking fear that something had happened to Jen, that Peter had attacked her. That was impossible, Peter would never do something like that, but these superheroes fought all the time and he’d already acted so bizarre…

Then she heard a harsh male laugh.

Mary Jane didn’t know what to do. Peter was there, was he trying to help her? But then why would he laugh?

There was another groan, longer this time, seeming to plead. Was he torturing her? Mary Jane’s hand fell away from the doorknob. She backed away. Her mind was a riot of confused speculation.

What should she do? Summon help? Was there time? If Jen needed her right now, okay, what could MJ do? She was just… her. Anyone strong enough to overpower She-Hulk could easily disregard her. Or, worse, give her the same treatment Jen was getting.

“Oh God!” Jen’s pleading voice said. “Yes, yessss, give it to me like that, just like that!”

It was definitely Jen, her voice drunkenly slurred in a way Mary Jane had never heard from her before. It sounded sexual. But even Jen, liberated as she was, wouldn’t just start fucking in the middle of a serious matter like this.

Mary Jane paled as a new, disturbing thought struck her. What if Peter, or whoever was with Jen, was hurting her? Making her say those things out of some sadistic impulse?

Mary Jane stood breathlessly before the door, now even more conflicted. What if she got help and led them to Jen just having some kinky sex? MJ could never embarrass Jen like that. But if She-Hulk was being hurt, assaulted, and Mary Jane was literally just standing there…

She had to be certain what was going on.

Taking a deep breath, Mary Jane slowly crept up to the door. She took hold of the doorknob and twisted it as slowly as possible. Trying to preserve her frayed nerves against the moans and gasps inside, which spurred her to hurry. And if she did that, she’d no doubt make some noise and give herself away.

Mary Jane gently eased the door open—the sounds inside got louder with the closed door no longer bottling them up. She hesitated, then moved to look inside.

Her eyes went as wide as her sockets could hold.

Jen was lying naked on the floor not five feet away, so close that Mary Jane could reach out and feel her. Her head was rolling back and forth on the carpet, face contorted in ecstasy. A man knelt between her spread-eagled legs, running his mouth up and down her quivering body.

He had obviously kissed Jen’s heaving breasts into swollen arousal, hard nipples exclamation points on how turned on the green woman was, and then traced a moist hot path down to the stiffened abs of her jerking stomach.

Now Jen writhed beneath him like a woman possessed, her hands grasping his hair, pulling him greedily to her needing flesh.

It was a moment before Mary Jane saw enough of the man’s face to recognize him.

Her heart skipped a beat. It was Peter. And he was making She-Hulk feel rapture just as easily as he had Black Cat.

Mary Jane leaned in until her face pressed against the doorframe, gripping the corners of the cracked door so hard that her hand ached. She couldn’t move. No matter how she told herself that she should run, hide, get away from Peter who had gone mad and Jen who clearly shared his madness.

She couldn’t even block out the shocking spectacle from her mind. She had to look. Even when she blinked, she still saw it. The obscene show enthralled her. Much as her mind, not to mention her morals, rebelled at the thought of watching Peter toy with a naked, writhing woman—just hours after he’d forced her to experience what exactly he did when Felicia shamefully begged for his cock—she could not look away.

The more depraved it was, the less Mary Jane was able to control herself.

And to her astonishment, there was a certain wicked… tingling to seeing something so pagan. Jen was beautiful, of course, her clothed body enough to intoxicate anyone, much less her naked flesh, much less her moans and ecstatic expressions as a handsome man pleasured her, gave her such sensual delight that Mary Jane could just about feel it in her own body.

Oh yes, Jen was enjoying herself as much as some porn star would before the camera, only there was nothing fake here. Peter really had worked her up to a fever pitch. Her mouth hung open in erotic rapture; her glassy eyes stared out at nothingness. Nothing except perhaps the orgasm that had to be speeding towards her.

Peter faced her belly, her six-pack abs looking hard as concrete blocks, her womanhood seeming to glow with the lighter shade of green that furred her mound. Peter’s hands graced her stomach, petting her corded muscles with a softness that seemed impossibly at odds with the firmness of her musculature. Then his thumbs dug into the outer lips of her pussy.

Mary Jane sucked in her breath, seeing his thumbs delicately tantalize the swollen, passionate flesh of Jen’s sex. Then Peter gently parted it, opening Jen up to her moist, pink interior. The dainty point of her clitoris was clearly visible, twitching into hardness just above the waiting spread of her entrance.

Peter’s head dipped down, his long tongue coming out to flick teasingly at all the raw nerves concentrated at the top of her slot. Jen’s naked body jerked at that simple touch like a death-row inmate being electrocuted. Her legs clamped about Peter’s head, holding it at her clit in a vise-like grip.

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