Mary Jane snapped back to reality, her eyes focusing on Felicia as she stood up to her full height and freed her shimmering silver hair from the two jade hair sticks that held it in place, the mass of her long wavy hair cascaded down her back and chest. Mary Jane gracelessly tossed her own hair aside, as she had styled it to fall over the side of her face, partially obstructing her view, and struggled with her bonds once again; she knew it was futile, but she didn't want Felicia to think she was watching her to intently, falling under whatever spell the gorgeous bitch was trying to cast.

Felicia pulled an article of clothing out of the locker and slid it over her head down around her chest with some effort, grunting slightly as she forced herself into the tight support garment, and then adjusting her breasts for comfort. She next removed what looked like a pair of pants, which she slid into. They seemed to disappear into her silhouette as she slid them up her legs and around her waist. Reaching up she pulled her long hair back and hastily secured it in a high ponytail, deftly securing it in place with a black scrunchie. Finally she laced up pair of sneakers before retrieving her bag and stepping out from behind the screen.

Felicia cleared the room in just a few steps, now encased in tight workout gear. A black sports bra that barely contained her huge rack, and black skintight lyrca pants that hugged her wide hips and round ass. Mary Jane was stunned in silence as Felicia set aside her gym bag and began to stretch out. Her tight, lean muscles gave her the look of a predatory cat. Her biceps bulged slightly as she stretched her arms out. Her shoulders, abs, and legs looked like something you'd see sculpted by a master artist. For a super model like Mary Jane, she'd relate it to one of her photo shoots; Even a world class athlete would need hours of make up, airbrushing, and even a few hours of photoshop to get what this cunt had naturally. It frustrated MJ as she watched the platinum blonde bitch stretch. Her legs were planted slightly more than shoulder length apart as she reached down towards the floor, stretching her lower back. She smiled at the restrained redhead as her long silvery hair hung over one shoulder and her never ending cleavage stared at her, almost threatening to suck her in. As she continued her routine, she began to talk about her relationship with Peter. She chatted on as if she were talking to her best friend. First it was about trivial things, having to change her lifestyle, his roles as a teacher, photographer, and superhero, and how loud he gets when watching professional wrestling. Then she got a little more intimate. Discussing about having to stitch him up in a recent fight with the Scorpion, or the time the two of them had tormented Morbius with a endless stream of Twilight jokes. After a few moments Mary Jane realized what she was doing. She was telling her about all the things a non-superhero type like herself could never do with him. No matter how much she loved Pete, she couldn’t accompany him on a patrol or save his life from the scum of the city. Mary Jane could do nothing but hang there and listen. Finally, as Felicia started some rotation exercises, she went into their love life. Mary Jane was forced to listen as Felicia listed some of the famous sites of the city she had fucked her husband at. The top of the empire state building? Was a little chilly. The statue of liberty? Felt like the eyes followed you. Mary Jane was about to scream when Felicia hopped to her feet and approached the exercise machines.

She sat on the butterfly press and without ever losing her determined grin, brought her arms together. MJ couldn’t tell exactly how much weight was being lifted with each press, but there were no remaining weights not being hoisted. Her eyes fixed on Black Cat's chest, her breasts compressing together with each repetition. The room was silent except for a faint grunt from Felicia and the mechanical rhythm of the weights being lifted and dropped with maddening regularity. Finally she couldn’t take it anymore.

"What the hell is this? What do you plan to do to me? You can't possibly think you'll get way with something like, this," Mary Jane shouted frantically, a slight tremble in her voice. Felicia just laughed.

"Of course I can get away with this! That's why they call it a 'safe house.' Even Peter doesn't know about this place, it's one of my naughty little secrets, and no one else gives a shit about you after our little video hit the shelves." Felicia did one final rep, and let the machine snap back into place, lowering her arms, "No, we're all alone, just you and me. As to what I have planned... like I said, I'm going to work out. And you're going to help me. Just 'hang around' for a bit and I'll get around to you, don't you worry." Having said all she need to on the matter, Felicia got up and headed to the next workout station. Mary Jane watched as Felicia went through her routine, marveling at her strength and endurance, as she effortlessly lifted weights, counted off crunches, and did one handed pushups. Mary Jane occasionally struggled with her bonds or tried to get Felicia's attention, but she just ignored her and continued with her workout. As she watched Felicia's sexy body flex and strain, and her huge breasts bounce and sway heavily, Mary Jane felt her body image issues swell, as she was forced to admire Felicia's toned body move in front of her. For her part, Felicia did her best to flaunt her toned attributes while working out, occasionally tossing her bound rival an arrogant, knowing, smirk or a wink when she'd bend over, showing off her round, full, ass or her deep cavern of cleavage, usually making a disparaging comment comparing Mary Jane's body to hers, "It's hard work maintaining a body like this... not that you'd know, Mary Plain... you don't have much worth maintaining," continually invoking her favorite insulting nickname for Mary Jane, and laughing at her angry, but futile, retorts.

After over an hour of this, Felicia had finally worked out a good sweat, her tight sports bra stained with sweat, her body glistening. Felicia dropped the weights she was curling, and wipes the sweat from her brow, letting out a soft sigh before finally turning to Mary Jane, hands on her hips, "Well, it's finally time for you to help me with my workout, Mary Plain. I usually like to finish off by working on the heavy bag, but wouldn't you know, the chain snapped. I needed a new one to work on... and that's when I thought of you."

Mary Jane's eyes went wide as she realized what Felicia was implying, and began to struggle fiercely once again, sending her own large tits jiggling as Felicia laughed at her futile efforts, "YOU BITCH! Leave me alone! Haven't you done enough to me already, you crazy slut!" Mary Jane fiercely cursed.

Felicia was on her in a flash, her normally seductive blue eyes now narrow and fierce, she grabbed her face and squeezed her cheeks together, forcing her lips to purse as she brought her face in close to Mary Jane's, and whispered harshly, "After tonight's stunt? Oh no... there's so much more I want to do with you, Mary Plain," Felicia let go of Mary Jane's face and gave her a little slap on the cheek, and spun her on the rope, turning and walking to her workout bag, "See... I already know I can beat the shit out of you, I’ve done it twice. And I know I'm hotter than you, Pete agrees. But you know the best part? Its that you know that too. Now we both know sex with Peter is fantastic, but I have to confess that I really get off on fucking you up. He does too even if he'll never admit it. I'd be content to just enjoying my 'happily ever after' with Spider, but you keep showing your pudgy face and trying to sabotage things. I may not ever be able to patch things up with May now..."

Felicia paused to bend over and rifle through her backpack. Mary Jane stopped spinning, her gaze settling on Felicia who had her back turned to her, and was putting something on her hands, "Just look at you in that get up. Hair falling over your eye, that dress you don’t have the body to wear, the long purple gloves. Like a little girl trying to look like Jessica Rabbit, pathetic. Just relax, and enjoy yourself. I couldn’t help but notice you were a little, ahem, excited when I last trounced your flabby ass. I wonder, is it me, or the pain that gets you off? Either way that would explain why you keep challenging me. Ah well."
Mary Jane had a slew of profanities readied, but choked them back as Felicia turned to face her. The tall blonde held up her hands, which were now clad in light 4 oz leather gloves, white with 2 paw prints printed on them. "Like them? Got them brand new, just for you."

Mary Jane swallowed hard as Felicia advanced on her, panic in her voice; "Felicia... please... you can't do this. You know I... I... can't beat you. Why do this? Please."

Felicia, paused just a foot from Mary Jane's suspended form, and raised her fists into her boxing stance, and coolly replied, "Because you wont learn any other way, you stubborn bitch." and slammed her fist hard into Mary Jane's toned abs.

Mary Jane cried out as the breath was driven from her lungs by the vicious blow, and she swung slightly. Felicia laughed, and laid another hard punch into her stomach, and another into her kidney. Felicia began to speed up her punches, landing quick, rapid fire punches all over Mary Jane's venerable body. This is what she needed. She had been reduced to tears earlier due to MJ's manipulations. The look of disappointment on Peter's face was devastating. Now she could vent her anger and frustration on the right target, or targets. Felicia took special care when punching Mary Jane's breasts, carefully aiming and using all her considerable strength to flatten her beautiful boobs. Mary Jane cried out and screamed, pleading with Felicia to stop, only to be met with more, harder, punches. Mary Jane could do nothing but watch the barely padded fists collide with her tits. Just a few hours ago, MJ was admiring how her red dress displayed her rack like a expensive frame showcased a work of art. Mary Jane flashed back to the months of recovery she endured after their last fight. Her breasts especially took a hellacious beating, and were among the most painful going through the healing process. She was terrified at the prospect of going through that again as Felicia's small fists sunk into their fleshy targets with a hateful savagery. Several times Mary Jane's battered breasts would pop out of her top. Felicia would simply target the naked orb for several punches before roughly shoving it back in the dress and continuing her beating. Felicia finally slowed down, and then stopped, her breathing slightly heavy, as she admired her work. Mary Jane was heavily sobbing, as tears ran down her cheeks, "Please..." she sobbed, but to no avail.

"You know what... it's starting to get a little hot in here..." Felicia commented, struggling to free one of her hands from her gloves. Once freed, she used it to pull the tight sports bra off her chest, her huge breasts falling free, bouncing heavily once released, and tossed the wet shirt over her head. Her breasts looked incredibly heavy and full, but there was almost no sag to them... they were perfect and huge, at least a cup bigger than Mary Jane's own. Mary Jane whimpered as she watched Felicia's boobs sway before her, as she tugged the glove back on. "Mmmmmmm... much better. Got to let the girls breath sometimes. I don't usually work out without a sports bra, but I guess you wouldn't have that problem, would you 'Li'l' Mary Plain?" Felicia taunted, shaking her breasts at Mary Jane. Again she was taken back to their recent fight, to those monsters battering her face left and right. Splitting her lips open, further bloodying her already wrecked nose. Those imposing nipples smacking her face as if someone was flicking her hard with their fingers. Mary Jane had always been easily baited by Felicia's unflattering jabs at their comparable breast size. Mary Jane was not small chested by any means... her DD's were the subject of many teenagers wet dreams... but there was no doubt that Felicia's much bigger, fuller, tits made her look almost average by comparison. It also bothered Mary Jane that Felicia had a respectable height advantage, which put them almost eye to eye, even suspended several inches off the ground.

Now topless, Felicia again took her stance and went back to work on MJ's breasts with quick, hard, jabs and hooks, alternating between flattening them and forcing them to bounce off each other. Through the battering, she began laughing, "HA! I hope you're having as much Maybe you'll get lucky and they'll swell up a bit and look like a real woman's tits. Of course you could still never match these babies," she taunted, pausing to lift her huge chest for Mary Jane to see. Mary Jane could only choke out a weak sounding, "B-bitch..." between sobs, eliciting a harsh belly punch from Felicia in response.