CrimsonRash>>Takes place directly after the events of chapter 3, in which Mary Jane Parker manipulated events to disgrace Felicia Hardy at a party. Do check it out (along with chapters 1 and 2) and please let me know what you think. Written with MUCH help from my good buddy Foreshadow. As always, big props to him.

ForeShadow>>This is the first thing I ever wrote for CrimsonRash, heavily revised years later. It originally started out as just a collection of wank fantasies I had loosely tied into CrimsonRash's much better original BC/MJ material, but was folded into continuity because he enjoyed it. Since starting the 'revised editions' of the original content, CrimsonRash and I have given this story a massive rehaul to put it into proper context; chapter 3 (Love in an Elevator) was originally supposed to be only a lead-in to this story, but grew into it's own chapter as I wrote it.

I feel this version is much stronger. It's less of a fight and more of a humiliating beating and psychological torture, and sets up some good stuff we have coming later on, so stay tuned!

As always, you can find the previous chapters on this board or on CrimsonRash's DeviantArt site: redhotrash on deviantART

Worked Out

Mary Jane awoke, eyes fluttering softly open, still groggy with sleep. It took a moment for her to processed the unfamiliar tightness in her extended arms. Her fingers and wrists tingled with a dull, numb, ache, and her head throbbed painfully with the more insistent ache of hangover. As the fog cleared, the blearily eyed red head lifted her heavy head to investigate the pins and needles pain in her wrists. Her eyes widened as she discovered her wrists bound together by a coarse length of rope that clawed unforgivingly at her tender skin and held her suspended from the ceiling about half a foot off the ground. Mary Jane struggled, panic setting in quickly and pushing her headache into the background, as she kicked her legs wildly, only to find that they where similarly bound, as she attempted to gain some kind of solid footing in a vain attempt to try and loosen the rope, but only succeeded in sending herself swinging too and fro instead, like a child's Pi?ata in the wind.

"HELP! SOMEONE!", she cried, her voice hoarse and hushed, her mouth dry.

Mary Jane struggled and screamed for several minutes before finally calming down. She took a few deep breathes, which helped to slow her racing heart and allow her rational mind to take over, then turned her attentions towards evaluating her situation.

She was bound by the hands and feet, but had been left ungagged, which probably meant that there was no chance that anyone could hear her. She was still in the expensive designer dress she had wore to the party, but instead of her apartment, she was now in the middle of what appeared to be some kind of workout room. With no windows or clock that she could see, there was no way for her to know what time of day it was, or how long she'd been there, though the fact that she was still suffering from a hangover and in the same clothes suggested that at anywhere between 4-8 hours had passed.

Various equipment furnished the room, which was littered with weights of various sizes. A jump rope and a few pairs of boxing gloves hanging menacingly on the wall near a heavy bag. The most out of place item in the room (aside from the red head in the sparkling party dress, of course) was a long three paneled screened partition folded neatly in the corner against a single tall locker. There were no windows and two doors; one solid wood door with a heavy bolt lock on it, and the other frosted glass, through which Mary Jane could make out the fuzzy outline of what she assumed was a shower and sink. The room was dimly lit by light that come from this room, which had been left on; for her benefit perhaps?

Mary Jane's calm observation of her environment was interrupted by sound of the heavy click of the door bolt unlocking, and the rusted turn of the handle. The door opened slowly, revealing the worst possible person that could be behind it.

"Oh no..." she gasped aloud, giving voice to her shocked surprised, "Felicia!"

The blond beauty sauntered briskly into the room, wearing the same long willowy black dress she'd been wearing when Mary Jane last saw her. Her heels clicked on the solid concrete floor as she flicked a switch next to the door, summoning the long fluorescent bulbs to life, fully illuminating the room.

Mary Jane winced from the sudden brightness as her mind scrambled to establish a timeline and sequence of events that had brought her to be here with her worst enemy.

Mary Jane clearly recalled the events that took place during the party at Stark Tower. Fondly she remembered her moment of triumph as she watched a vilified and humiliated Felicia disappear into the elevator as she vowed revenge. She remembered soaking up the condolences of the party goers who witnessed Felicia do the unspeakable and slap Peter's Aunt May. Most of all she remembered deep throating and titty fucking her estranged husband in the elevator at the start of the evening; her first step on the path to her final victory over Felicia that night.

Less clear is what took place after Felicia had left; the victorious red head had indulged in a few too many celebratory drinks, and much of the night passed in a boozy haze. She could vaguely recall Sue Richards calling her a taxi, then stumbling home on unsure feet to her apartment, fumbling drunkenly for keys, then... nothing.

'No,' she thought, as her memory organized itself, 'It's coming back...'

The light swelling in her jaw helped jog her memory. Felicia had been there when she finally managed to open the door, appearing out of the shadows like a some kind of silver haired wraith, smiling with malicious intent. Mary Jane had dropped her purse and, despite her drunken state and initial surprised, instinctively swung at her tormentor. Her punch never landed, sailing wild and erratically past her assailant, but Felicia's did; a forceful haymaker that collided solidly with her face, soundly laying her out. The last thing she remembered before fading into the inky blackness of unconsciousness, was Felicia standing over her.

"Good night, Mary Plain," she spit, before the darkness overtook her.

Mary Jane grimaced, 'Knocked out again...' she thought disappointedly, 'By a single punch this time!'

She was brought to the here and now by Felicia's mocking voice, "Oh, good, you're awake! I was worried I'd have to start without you," Felicia quipped in a faux-chipper drawl.

Felicia carried a heavy looking gym bag over her shoulder as she gracefully crossed Mary Jane's field of vision to the locker on the far side of the room.

"That was some stunt you pulled tonight, Red. I'd be lying if I didn't say I was impressed," Felicia mused, as she dropped the bag with a heavy thud before the locker, and turned to her captive audience.

"I knew you were a petty, vindictive bitch, but you really went all out on this one. How long have you been planning that?" Felicia questioned with false interest as she sauntered up to the bound red head. Mary Jane again struggled against her bounds, which amused her blond captor.

"Before tonight I didn?t think you had two brain cells to rub together, but you impressed me," Felicia complimented her rival, as she came to a stop before her, looking up slightly to hold her gaze, pausing until Mary Jane ceased her futile struggles.

"Oh, and I'm sorry to have kept you waiting here, I had to go back to the apartment and square things away with Pete," she related, casually crossing her arms underneath her prodigious shelf of a chest, "We had a long talk about us, then a longer shoot session to smooth things over. He was quite... vigorous, so whatever you tried in the elevator wasn't enough for him. But I guess that was the story of your entire marriage, wasn't it?" Felicia mused smugly, hefting her chest a bit for emphasis, enjoying the jealous fire lit behind her helpless foes eyes, as Mary Jane again began to thrash about, and spit obscenities at her blond captor.

"But even after all that, I could still tell that he's disappointed with me," Felicia's smug smile faded, and her face darkened, "Which is something you'll pay for tonight," Felicia stated in a cold, hushed unthreatening tone, as if stating a known fact, reaching up dismissively pat Mary Jane's slightly swollen cheek. Her touch, though gentle, sent a chill through Mary Jane that was enough to cease her defiant struggles, as she closed her eyes and tensed her muscles, waiting for a punch, which never came, as Felicia was already back in front of the locker

Felicia hefted the partition into place and unfolded it, noticing Mary Jane's confused expression as she turned back toward her, "Oh, don't worry Mary Plain, we are going to have a fair fight tonight," she assured her, bemused, "But first I need to warm up."

Felicia stepped behind the partition, through which only her silhouette was visible to her rivals inquisitive eyes.

Mary Jane watched quietly as her silver haired tormentor opened the locker and pulled out a change of clothes. She unfastened the belt of her summer dress and the garment breezed outwards, draping impressively from her thrusting chest. Stepping lightly out of her heels, she dropped only about a inch, but still stood at a impressive height, her head and shoulders clearing the top of the partition. She winked and playfully waved at her captivated prisoner, who turned away in disgust; though she couldn't help but look back at the sexy tabloid unfolding before her.

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Slowly, teasingly, Felicia peeled the dress from her voluptuous form and allowed it to flutter softly to the ground. Mary Jane's jaw tightened and body tensed as she silently witnessed her rival's playful striptease. Unseen to Mary Jane, Felicia's chest flushed with excitement; she could almost feel the red head's penetrating gaze on her body, and it excited her. As she pulled the silky material from her body, the heat spread to her plump pubic mound, from which a small amount of slick feminine arousal began to flow.

'That's right, whore,' Felicia sneered mentally, 'Just keep your eyes on me... enjoy the view. I know you can't help yourself.'

Felicia felt that familiar thrill returning; the same thrill she'd gotten during her first encounter with Mary Jane. That arousing, dirty, excitement she had first felt stepping into the living room, still wet from the shower, wearing Mary Jane's own pajamas. It was something she couldn't really express properly with words; it wasn't that she was attracted to Mary Jane, or even women in general. Felicia was hardly a prude, but she didn't really identify as being bi-sexual. She'd played around a bit in Europe, experimented like any young twenty something in a foreign land, and while it was fun, her real preference was for cock; and one in particular. But something about standing there that night, wearing her rivals clothes, her chest stretching and distorting Mary Jane's top in a way the red head couldn't; seeing that jealous glare when she thrust her chest out at her and the red head KNEW that she couldn't compare... it excited her in a way she'd never felt before, and that building heat, that mounting thrill, only grew more pronounced as they fought. The harder Mary Jane struggled, the more she denied to Felicia and to herself who the better woman was, the more aroused Felicia became, as she proved it.

Something about Mary Jane's eyes on her body lit her up like a bonfire. The way the red head's discerning, penetrating, gaze would caress her voluptuous form, looking for some flaw, some minor defect which she could exploit to justify her vain self belief that she was somehow on the same level as Felicia, and finding nothing; it was intoxicating.

And integral to her plan.

The events of the party had been the last straw. Felicia didn't mind her bested foe talking shit about her behind her back; she didn?t' care what anyone thought of her, as long as she had Peter, she had all she needed. She didn't even mind the red head's plotting and sneaking around; she was confident that she could overcome whatever Mary Jane came at her with, and even relished the chance. But the devious red head hand really hurt her this time. She'd actually succeeded in driving a wedge between her and Peter. Her earlier mocking had only been half the truth. Things had not gone well between her and Peter when they returned home. They had fought, and made up, but she could see it in his eyes; the disappointment and the doubt. Mary Jane had fertilized the seeds of doubt that he'd had ever since that first night together. She knew exactly what he was thinking as she rode his stiff rod, looking up into her eyes; she could almost read his mind in that moment, as he thought, 'Have I made a mistake?'

Peter had doubts from the beginning about Felicia's ability to maintain a normal, healthy, relationship; she was so wild and free; but she had been working hard to make it work. There was a learning curve as she adapted to what it meant to be in a relationship with someone; the compromise and the dedication. Staying in one place, with one person, didn't come naturally for her, but she knew that this was what she wanted, and the more she worked at it, the more comfortable she became, and the happier she was. Now, thanks to the deceitful crimson maned backstabber, she could lose it all.

Mary Jane had to go.