Felicia's punches seemed to be slowing somewhat. Mary Jane opened her eyes to see a grinning, almost bored looking Felicia picking her shots more deliberately. The pain stricken Mary Jane hoped that Felicia was finally coming to the end of this painful torture. Felicia noticed a slight look of hope in MJ's eyes. "Ah-ah-ah, Li'l girl... I'm not nearly done with you. I'm just getting ready for the best part of my workout... the speedbag. Guess what I'll be using." Suddenly, Felicia took a tight stance and stood her ground, delivering a rapid series of lightning punches to MJ's breasts. MJ's once gorgeous breasts were now tender and swollen, beginning to bruise rapidly, and the uncountable punches cause her to cry out in anguish. The top of her dress was utterly destroyed and drifted down in shreds under the heavy rain of blows. Felicia continued the assault for what seemed like a impossibly long time. Mary Jane let out a long weeping cry that had a stuttering effect from the fury of blows. Finally Felicia jumped back and wound up for one final punch, crying out, "Aaaaaaand... THE FINALE!" letting loose her fist, too fast to follow through Mary Jane's tear blurred eyes, aiming for MJ's up-till-now untouched pussy, her barely padded fist hitting with explosive, devastating force as it disappeared under her dress. After a bone chilling scream, MJ weakly coughed clear fluid on her own battered bare chest. Felicia only laughed
"Well, I suppose that about covers what you owe for whatever happened in that elevator..." Felicia paused, ensuring that MJ could understand her. "..but you still have the rest of the night to pay for."

Felicia wiped the sweat from her brow, and began to unlace the bloodied gloves, while surveying the damage to her helpless captive. Mary Jane's body was covered in darkening bruises and even a few cuts. Her once toned abs now looked tender. Her once beautiful breasts where swollen and bruised, her right nipple was split and bleeding, and one looked bigger than the other. Mary Jane's left cheek was swollen, and she had a darkening black eye. Her formerly plush and full lips where split and bleeding, and her nose was likely broken, again. Where once stood one of the world's great beauties now stood a complete mess of a human being, sobbing and slightly drooling bloody saliva.

"Damn... I was hoping to knock out a tooth or two... guess I'm losing my touch.." Felicia taunted almost absently. With a easy tear she stripped what remained of MJ's dress. Then something caught her eye. With a inquisitive, almost childlike expression, she knelt down, getting eye to crotch level with a weakly trembling Mary Jane. Using just two fingers, she lightly touched Mary Jane's pussy, and through the lacey material of her panties, her suspicions were proven correct.
The redhead's own arousal had soaked through and left a light sheen which now covered Black Cat's hand. This was the second time tonight she had encountered the fiery redhead's cum. This was definitely the more favorable of the two. Rising to her full height, she softly patted Mary Jane's swollen cheek, getting only a weak groan as a response, "You really are a dirty little whore... Well time to get you down... you still have to help me with the rest of my workout."

Felicia grabbed a stool from one of the corners and hopped up on it, pushing her still perfect breasts into Mary Jane's face, forcing her nose into her deep, sweaty, cleavage as she fiddled with the rough knot. Giggling from the sensation of Mary Jane's hot, ragged breath on her tits, Felicia shook her shoulders back and form, causing her tits to batter Mary Jane's face playfully, as she exclaimed, "That tickles!" She shortly succeeded in loosening the rope holding MJ up and watched her collapse onto the floor in a heap. Felicia hopped down from the stool and kicked it out of the way. Bending over, she grabbed Mary Jane's mane of long red hair, now soaked sweat and knotted, and dragged her over to a large mat, dropping her lifeless body to the floor with a thud. Felicia kicked MJ over onto her back leaving her staring blankly up at the ceiling. Next she moved to straddle her, looking down at her from between the huge globes of her breasts, which almost eclipsed Mary Jane's view of Felicia's smirking face. She patted Mary Jane's trounced stomach. In the months of her recovery, Mary Jane was unable to keep up the strict training schedule that Ben Grimm had put her on. While she was still in model quality shape, her toned abs had lost a bit of their musculature. "Look at you... you're so out of shape. This will do you some good, fatass, and maybe you'll learn something."

Felicia hunkered down beside Mary Jane, taking her right arm, Felicia pulled it out, and laid her long, smooth, legs on either side of it, forcing the arm between her crotch and trapping it in her cleavage. She playfully manipulated the appendage, forcing MJ's extended elbow into slow circles lightly caressing her crotch through her skin tight workout pants. She guided Mary Jane's hand over her breasts, enjoying the feeling of her rival's knuckles helplessly gliding over her hard nipples. Mary Jane began to regain her senses and was mortified about what was going on. She was involuntarily helping her tormentor masturbate. Felicia felt her rival begin to resist and with the slightest of effort she pulled the helpless arm between her breasts and hyper-extended the elbow. Mary Jane's entire body went rigid as she felt unbearable pressure in her joint. Through gritted teeth she cried out.
"So this is an armbar." Felicia instructed, as if she were talking to a child. "Its become really popular now that so many fighting shows are on television. You know with just a little bit of pressure I could ensure that you'd never put this hand on Spider ever again. Make it as useless as the rest of you."

Mary Jane's eyes contorted into a pained horror at the thought of being disabled, knowing that this lunatic bitch would not hesitate to make good on her threat.

"N..No, please.. Felicia.." Her plea was interrupted as Black Cat unwrapped her legs from the helpless arm and seamlessly transitioned back to her sitting position, while maintaining a odd grip on her sore limb. With one arm bent around her elbow and the other securing her wrist, Felicia forced Mary Jane to repeatedly slap herself in the face. MJ remembered bullies doing this back in elementary school. Hell she heard stories of Flash Thompson doing this to her own husband in high school before his fateful encounter with a radioactive arachnid. Her already battered face was jolted around by her own hand. She tried to resist, but too many factors were working against her. Leverage, fatigue, and the fact that on her best day she wasn’t as physically strong as this cunt mounting her.

"Mmmm," Felicia moaned "and look at these lips. To think they were once around the most perfect cock in the world. With just the tiniest bit of effort I could have you eating your meals through a straw for the next few months.

Without resistance or hesitation, Felicia released the hold somewhat, only keeping a light grip on MJ's left arm. Using the limb she hoisted Mary Jane onto her knees as she rolled on her own back. Felicia's long legs came up and locked around the model's head and arm, forming a triangle shape. Mary Jane gazed down at Felicia’s supine form through confused and anguished eyes. This position wasn’t especially uncomfortable, as Felicia wasn’t actually holding her in a head scissor. Seeing the bewilderment in her eyes, Black Cat smiled viscously and reached past Mary Jane's limp arm, grabbing her by the back of the head. With just a tiny pull towards her, she nearly instantly sent the supermodel into unconsciousness from a triangle blood choke.

The platinum blonde released the pressure but not the position, enjoying the limp body of her thoroughly vanquished rival between her legs. Mary Jane's face fell fully into Felicia's crotch, exciting her with every weak exhale. With a gentle thrusting of her hips she manipulated her victim's limp arm, again causing Mary Jane to caress Felicia's awe inspiring rack. Felicia nonchalantly twirled a finger in Mary Jane’s curly red locks.

The only way she could make this better would be to have Peter watching. She had considered placing a camera to record this, to show it to her Spider later, likely during sex. She decided against it, knowing she were in hot enough water and that if Pete got wind of this his reaction might not be what she hoped. With little effort she rolled the supermodel off herself. Mary Jane limply fell onto her back, one arm splayed out and the other across her chest.

For the first time in over an hour, she appeared at peace. With a dismissive flick of her toes, Felicia sent the bitch's limp arm off to her side. Towering over her, the dominant platinum blonde took in her victim. The bitch had gone all out tonight for Peter. Her now battered face had been done up with just the right amount of makeup. Her cracked nails had been immaculately polished and colored. Her dress and hair had been both sexy and elegant. Now she was a complete mess. The only role she'd be starring in would be as a accident victim in a drunk driving commercial.

Still Felicia was not satisfied. She had been humiliated tonight in ways she might not ever fully recover from. This insistent bitch had seduced the man she loved, sucked his perfect dick, and rubbed the result in her face. She had caused damage with his elderly aunt that may never be repaired, and she had driven her out in front of all her own peers. Felicia may have dominated this bitch physically three times now, but MJ had made long strides towards winning their personal war. Still Felicia have to give her the tiniest amount of begrudging respect. Before tonight she had always considered Mary Jane to be unintelligent, if not completely dimwitted. She had thought the redhead's only skills consisted of spending money, walking in a straight line down a runway, and reading poorly thought out lines on some cheap soap opera. Now she knew this bitch was capable of devious acts of cunning. She had to squash this tonight, or she'd never be free of her bitchy machinations.

Felicia sauntered over to her workout bag and pulled out a bottle of Evian, drinking deep as she approached MJ once more. She dumped the remaining water onto her rival's face. MJ didn’t respond. Felicia chuckled as she removed a small white capsule, knelt down, and squeezed it near the model's bloody face. Mary Jane felt as if someone reached into her lungs and crushed them as the ammonia did its thing. She shot up to a sitting position, gasping. Felicia tossed a towel in her lap.

"Clean yourself up, I’ve been thinking about this next bit all night."