Jessica Jones: Missing Kilgrave

Sitting at Josie’s Bar in the middle of the day, it wasn’t long before Jessica Jones had company. Three reprobates—the kinds of guys she usually shoved against a wall to ask questions—sauntered up to the bar, chuckling and jostling each other. Jessica finished her drink.

“You lost, lady?” one of them asked, his eyes running vulgarly over her body.

Under her jacket, Jessica’s low-cut top left her tits halfway displayed, and she warmed as she noticed the unconcealed lust in his eyes. It was like Kilgrave, but he couldn’t make her do anything. Yet Jessica was still getting turned on. She felt herself clench at the sight of their bulging crotches. Blushing—she hadn’t known she could still do that—she stared straight ahead at her empty glass, not that Josie dared to refill it while she was at the gang’s mercy. 

She was conflicted. She knew these guys were scumbags, real bottom feeders, and at the same time she loved the way they were looking at her, so much like the violent fantasies that were the only way she could get off after Kilgrave was done with her. 

The three men were laughing now, cracking up over a joke one of them had made. They looked Jessica up and down like she was a piece of meat, and yet she quivered because of it. Her womanhood clenched, forcing out the juices that soaked the crotch of her panties. It made Jessica angry at herself. After all she’d been through, how the hell could she act like this—a slut, a bitch in heat who would take any cock in her hole, even if it was rape?

“You expecting company?” the leader of the trio, named Gino, asked. His eyes wandered off her tits and went to her succulent ass, outlined as it was by her tight jeans. 

Jessica nervously wet her lips, eyes traveling to his crotch, wondering if he had a big cock to back up his attitude. “Not yet,” she admitted—God, she was a slut. If they were going to rape her, she wished they would get on with it. She could break all three men with ease, but she couldn’t force them to make a move on her. The suspense was maddening; did she have to beg to get them to have her way with her?

Another of the crew, named Eddie, exchanged words with the bartender. A moment later, a fresh pint appeared in front of Jessica. She drank it without toasting her benefactor. She hated these preliminaries. Not being treated like a slut, but wanting to be, made her feel far more whorish than just indulging in her fantasy.

The third member of the trio, called Bud, leaned against the bar next to her. “Now you owe us for the drink, bitch,” he said insolently.

“Do you take cash or credits?” Jessica cracked, unable to stop herself from snapping at them. 

“We don’t want your money,” Eddie hissed, putting his hand on her ass, squeezing it through her jeans.

Jessica froze. Her wet pussy was electric now. It was happening and she didn’t know if it was worth gratifying herself if it meant these three scumbags would walk away from her with their dicks wet. “What do you want?” she asked, her voice trembling.

Gino leered at her. “You know what we want, skank. We want what any girl who dresses like you gives out—ain’t that right, boys?”

All three of them snickered together; Josie disappeared into a backroom. Jessica held her breath, her heart pounding. She was going to be raped. Again. Finally. She didn’t know if she should scream or not. There was no one around who cared enough to hear—would it make it better, pretending she didn’t want this, or should she not risk scaring them off?

God help me, I want them. I want a stiff dick in my pussy—I want my asshole reamed by someone. I don’t even care if they beat me, just so long as they fuck me!

And so Jessica didn’t protest when they shoved and pulled and frog-marched her into the depths of the bar, down a flight of stairs to a dirty room in the basement. There was a dirty mattress on the floor under a bare lightbulb. She cringed. They really were going to treat her like nothing more than the cheap whore she had acted like. And that turned her on even more. Her knees shook and her pussy dripped, wetness running down the insides of her thighs. Her nipples pressed through her thin shirt, tingling with excitement. There couldn’t be any more confirmation. She was a rape-slut and right now, she was theirs.

The boys were still laughing—Jessica wondered if they could tell how turned on she was. Suddenly, Eddie grabbed her around the waist. His eyes were cruel now; he didn’t care whether or not she was willing, he just wanted to brutalize her. But, faint-headed with the fantasy she was living out, Jessica pressed herself against him, rubbing her breasts against his chest. He grunted approvingly when she ground her hips against his hard cock.

Gino came up behind her, squeezing her ass until she moaned with pleasure. Bud’s hands were on her breasts, groping and squeezing until they found her puckered nipples.

“Nice, juicy ass for a white girl!”

Eddie stuck his hand between her thighs. “Warmed up already!” he declared. “Wet, too—I think she sprung a leak!”

They laughed together, pulling her jeans down her legs, working her jacket off, caressing and even pinching her exposed body. Gino smacked her bare thigh, then held onto her slender waist as he pumped his cock against her tight little ass, dry-humping her through his leather pants. Moaning with lust, Jessica squirmed against him.

Bud licked her cheek as he twisted her hardened nipples. Her own excitement made her breasts heave and he more than noticed how this pulled at his grip on her nipples. “She likes it!” he hissed. “The little slut likes it, don’t you?”

Jessica nodded, her eyes gleamed, her heart thudding so hard that it seemed to jiggle her breasts. “Yes, yes!” she squealed. “I love it! I love having you fuck me! Do it! Fuck me! Fuck me to death if you can!”

She didn’t care anymore. She was too turned on to hear herself. It was almost like she was reclaiming her pleasure from men like these. They could fuck her, hurt her, rape her—she’d enjoy it. She’d enjoy being their victim, just like she’d enjoyed being Kilgrave’s, only now she could admit it. Now she could really have some fun.

Her jeans were still around her ankles, and now Eddie pulled away her panties too, getting at her pussy. He palmed it and squeezed it hard, Jessica wailing as he held her sex like he owned it. She fucked his hand. Her cunt was on fire. It needed anything in it. But what she wanted was cock. A cock in her pussy, one in her mouth, and in her ass too. She didn’t care who put it into her, as long as they were hard, thick, and had plenty of cum to pump inside her.

With Bud groping her breasts, Gino grinding into her ass, and Eddie fingering her slit, she was on the verge of climax. Then she felt fingers between her buttocks—she cried out when they touched her anus. Her hips rolled as she writhed against both the fingers in her cunt and the fingers in her ass. She didn’t care who was doing it to her. They could do anything they wanted with her except stop.

The more she fed them, the hungrier they got. They pulled at her clothes until Jessica was lifted up like a rope in a tug of war, having her jeans and panties and boots ripped off at one end, her shirt and bra at the other. When everything had been torn off her body but the excited sweat from their pawing at her, she was dropped down to the mattress. The three men unzipped their flies and brought out their erections. Jessica gazed at all three, enraptured. All that dick and it was all for her.

Someone came up behind her, shoving her face down to the mattress so that her ass was up in the air. Jessica didn’t know, didn’t care who it was. They blended together in her whirling mind; all that mattered was they had enough hard cocks to make her airtight. She shivered with need as her master, her rapist, her dealer for the sweet goddamn high she needed, dug his fingers into her asscheeks and spread them wide apart. He rubbed his cockhead in-between her buttocks, rubbed it down below her taint to moisten it with her flowing cream, and then brought it back up to her puckered sphincter.

Jessica groaned hoarsely as he brutally clamped his fingers into her fleshy ass, holding her absolutely still for his cock to invade. Jessica pushed back, trying to relax her anal muscles as his prick went inside her, absolutely splaying her anus, the lovely feeling charged through her, rebounding in her wet cunt like she was being fucked there too. She reached down to grip her thighs, her breasts swaying as she willingly bent over and shoved her ass back into his thrusts.

“I want some of that fat ass too!” another man grunted. “Look even better wrapped around a dirty prick like mine!”

The man who had first sodomized her pulled out, then knocked her over onto her side with his boot. Another came in behind her, driving himself into her vacated asshole. Maybe his prick was even bigger, but it went in just as brutally as the first one had. Another man piled onto her in front, sticking his cock into her pussy. Both her holes were filled. It was heavenly. Jessica cried out in ecstasy so loud that her mouth gaped open. Then the third man slid into her mouth. She accepted his greasy prick and sucked it vigorously, hoping to make it feel as good as the cocks fucking her other holes had to feel. 

Jessica had three cocks fucking her at once. She could feel all three of them stretching her out, thrusting into her, enjoying the tightness of her holes. She was crammed so full of maleness that she felt dizzy. It was glorious.

The man fucking her ass started grunting with each pump he made into her anus. Then he stiffened, bellowing as his cock throbbed harder than ever. Jessica felt his hot cum flood into her. She clenched her buttocks as best she could, trying to drain all of his load out of him.

Precum ran over her tongue. Jessica quivered with lust, knowing she would get warm jism in her mouth too, and she gulped and gurgled to get that man’s seed. It was barely more than a minute before he’d fucked her face hard enough to come down her throat, and Jessica felt him spurt right into her belly. She swallowed his huge load, slimy semen covering her tongue, her teeth, pouring down her chin. 

Then the man fucking her pussy spasmed, hectically thrusting into her with all his strength, before he finally exploded into her. Jessica climaxed too, coming on the massive ejaculation he fed into her womb. The men pulled away from her, leaving her collapsed on the mattress, cum running in tiny rivers from her stuffed mouth, her stuffed ass, her stuffed pussy.

“Now that’s how you show a fella some appreciation!” Gino croaked.

But Jessica wanted more. She slid her hand down between her thighs and felt her slit, gaping open, slippery with cum and her own copious arousal. Her asshole was splayed open too, as if hungry to be filled even though she could feel dollops of cum pouring out of it. 

Jessica found her stiffly throbbing clit and began rubbing it, bringing her fucked-out body back to life as the three men watched and started to get hard again.

“What a fucking slut!” Eddie grunted. “The bitch thinks she hasn’t been raped enough!”

Jessica shook her head. She hadn’t. She never would be.