Black Cat VS Mary Jane Chapter 4: Worked Out

[ForeShadow]

Through glazed eyes, Mary Jane confirmed that it was indeed her bra... her favorite red bra in fact, which pushed and squeezed her tits together creating an amazing valley of cleavage that made her awesome breasts look perfect. The bra she wore on her honeymoon with Peter Parker. The Bra she had been choked, leashed, and walked around by during their last fight. The bra Felicia had taken and Mary Jane had forgotten about. Until now. "Y-yes," she choked out, coughing a little, still feeling the effects gut wrenching kick. Felicia opened the lacy bra and held the tag out, close to Mary Jane's face, "Are you sure? Read the tag... is that your size? I don't want you to think I'm bringing in a ringer, Tiny Tittie Mary Plain." The tag was close to Mary Jane's face and her vision was still clearing. She didn’t need to look, she knew this was hers, "Yes, it's m-my bra, damn you, you crazy bitch!" When Mary Jane had watched the dvd of her fight, her being led around the ring on all fours was one of the hardest to witness. Felicia quickly rose on her knees, and dropped back down, her heavy ass crushing Mary Jane's tenderized midsection, causing her to groan, "Now now... no need for the language. Are you sure that's your size, though? You look a lot smaller... oh well, it'll do, I suppose... now, lets check my bra," Felicia opened up the black bra in her other hand and held the huge cups up to her own tits, filling the bra in a mock fitting. Even without fastening the straps, the bra looked like it might be slightly overfilled, "It looks likes it might be a bit small... I must have grabbed an older one by accident... sometimes I wear one that's a little smaller to really push my titties together. Its a little uncomfortable, but Spider loves it. Anything for him, ya know? What's the tag say, Mary Plain?" Felicia let the bra drop off her massive bust and held the tag close to Mary Jane's face as she had with MJ's own bra. Mary Jane's eyes widened in disbelief as she read the tag, "Holy shi-" Mary Jane exclaimed before she could stop herself, playing right into Felicia's little comparison game. Mary Jane had, despite herself, always envied Felicia's larger tits, but had no idea just how large she actually was, "Anyways, it's definitely too big for you. What should we do... I know! How about this," Felicia hopped up and briskly moved over to the frosted door Mary Jane had seen earlier, and assumed was the bathroom. Mary Jane remained where she was, holding Felicia's black bra, looking absently into the deep, round cups. After a short wait, Felicia emerged with a roll of toilet paper, her blue eyes wide with excitement "We can stuff my bra! That should be better, right?"

Mary Jane wanted to cry... the scenario Felicia was building before her eyes just kept escalating and became more degrading and humiliating with each passing second. It wasn't just enough for her to confirm Felicia's superiority... she'd have to confirm it physically as well. Stuffing her bra like an insecure teenager was the ultimate in humiliation, only to be made worse by watching as Felicia overfilled her own bra. Mary Jane wanted to die.

With the almost childlike glee of a little girl playing with her Barbie's, Felicia forced Mary Jane to her feet, spinning the punch drunk redhead around to face her, and forcing her to lift her arms, sliding the lacy black garment over her, making sure her tits once again pressed heavily into Mary Jane's. Having gotten the bra straps over MJ's shoulders, Felicia now adjusted the cups into place, discriminately tugging and pushing them into place over Mary Jane's overmatched tits, which bounced loosely in the oversized garment. Pulling Mary Jane into her arms again, Felicia looked over her prone foe's shoulder, deftly fastening the straps, and again crushing her tits, as she did every chance she was given. Mary Jane felt like a child, being bundled up by a parent before going out to face winter temperatures. "There..." she purred through glossily red lips into Mary Jane's ear before pushing her away. Looking her over, Felicia readjusted the bra again, having dislodged it with her own breasts, and nodded in satisfaction, "And now... to fill up the cups. I hope one roll is enough..." Felicia mocked, picking up the roll of toilet paper off the floor, and shoving Mary Jane back towards the mirror. Standing behind Mary Jane, she grabbed her face, which tried to look away, and forced her to watch, as her smooth hands snaked around, her heavy boobs pressing erotically against MJ's back, to begin stuffing the bra with wadded up pieces of paper, occasionally squeezing Mary Jane's tenderized tits before grabbing another wad. It took almost the entire roll to fill both cups, and the image before Mary Jane was horrifying... something out of her nightmares.

Mary Jane stood there starring at herself in the mirror, the oversized bra now tight with the soft toilet paper that filled it, peeking out of the top of the cups, as if mocking her. The front of the bra looked lumpy and disfigured, but absolutely huge on her frame. Felicia's beautiful face was next to Mary Jane's own as she looked over her shoulder and laughed, "Don't you look just PRECIOUS! This must remind you of high school! I bet you did this all the time, playing with Mommy's bra in front of the mirror and wishing for big ol', womanly, titties some day... too bad some dreams don't come true... well, for most of us, anyways," Felicia taunted cruelly, stepping out from behind Mary Jane, her massive breasts coming into view again. Even without the help of a bra, they stood up huge and proud, incredibly firm and full, with almost no sag at all, almost as if gravity was afraid to touch them. The contrast between the two was humiliating.

Felicia now produced Mary Jane's bra, and ordered her to step behind her, "Now it's my turn... I'm going to need your help with this, for obvious reasons, so no funny stuff! Remember... I'm doing you a favor here. Do you really want to blow your handicap?" Mary Jane reluctantly complied, and stepped behind Felicia, just as she had done to her, "Now look over my shoulder, I don't want you to miss a second of this..." Felicia slipped her arms though the straps, and had MJ pull them up her slender arms, until the cups were pushed up against her overwhelming breasts, "Now fasten it," Felicia instructed. Mary Jane pulled the tight straps together with some effort. The first try to snap them failed, she hadn’t tugged hard enough. The second attempt the hooks touched by quickly pulled away. Mary Jane fought back a sob. In happier times, she'd fastened this very garment around herself, admiring how they held her own sought after tits. Now she couldn’t even fasten it around this bitch. She wanted to convince herself that Felicia was simply wider, in the shoulders, or, dare she hope, chunky. However looking ahead in the mirror, that excuse was denied her. Mary Jane had never seen a more shapely form before. On the third try she finally fastened the snaps. Looking back over Felicia's shoulder, Mary Jane was flabbergasted by the image in the mirror. Felicia's tits could barely be contained by Mary Jane's too small bra, her creamy flesh bulging obscenely out the top, bottom, and side of the cups, which struggled and strained to hold the mighty tits in place. The shoulder straps bit into her shoulders like overworked suspension cables... but worst of all was that the overworked support device still managed to uplift and enhance Felicia's amazing chest, making them look bigger and fuller than ever.

Felicia choked out, "Huff-... not bad. I look good in red, don’t you agree? I can't believe how tight it is... you're a lot smaller than I thought. No wonder Spider loves my tits so much. I'm really trying not to breath deep... I don't want to snap it... not yet anyways. That'll be the finale. Are you ready for round two, Mary Plain?" Felicia turned, hands on her hips, pushing the overstuff bra against Mary Jane's artificially stuffed bra in challenge.

Mary Jane looked down at the humiliating sight before her, and suddenly felt her anger rise. Strangely, Mary Jane could swear there was another person in the room. Of course there wasn’t, but perhaps this crazy bitch was recording this? Certainly not for Pete. He'd find such wanton and senseless violence to be distasteful, especially after tonight. Also, you couldn’t really get the feeling of being watched from a camera, could you? She shook her head and it was gone. However for the second time since her abduction she felt something snap. Like some outside force reached into her mind and flipped the switch on her 'fight or flight' response. She was tired of the humiliation, and of being in Felicia's shadow. She'd had enough... she knew she'd have to fight Felicia either way, but at least like this she'd have a chance. Even if she lost, at least she'd have some pride left... and it wasn't like there was anything Felicia could do to further humiliate her... this was her chance, win or lose, to make a final stand for her dignity. "Fine, whore, Let's do it."

Felicia smiled and purred, "Mmmmmm... that's the fiery red-haired spunkiness I've missed... I'm going to enjoy taking you apart again... this time I'm going to shoot you up completely... totally and completely humiliate you. Destroy your self image and confidence forever, before I completely wreck your pitiful body. This is going to be so much fun... for me anyways."

::Intermission::

[ForeShadow]

Felicia threw Mary Jane a pair of red 4 oz boxing gloves she took down from the wall, "Put 'em on," she instructed, a note of bemusement in her voice, as she herself began to relace her own white gloves, adorned with two paw prints, and slightly stained with MJ's blood from her previous 'work out.' Mary Jane pulled on the lightly padded gloves with some awkwardness. The Thing had put her through the paces, schooling her up on some boxing. She had even gotten a couple lessons from the Dare Devil some time ago. Basically, she learned enough about the sweetest science to know she had just scratched the surface. She also knew from personal experience that Felicia's knowledge was a bit deeper. She watched as Black Cat comfortably slid on and laced her gloves with practiced ease before throwing a few, quick, warm up jabs, dancing a bit to get used to the feeling of the too tight support garment that now confined and constricted her oversized tits... a mock handicap she'd given Mary Jane to 'even the odds', as it were. Mary Jane still fumed at the humiliating stipulations of the match... Felicia clad in Mary Jane's own too small red bra, the lacy garment uncomfortably attempting to contain Felicia's envy invoking chest, making it difficult for her to breath properly, while Mary Jane was entirely unencumbered in Felicia's own black bra, which she had forcefully stuffed with toilet paper. Mary Jane highly doubted that this was going to be much of a handicap for her better trained rival, as she'd already delivered series of punishing beatings to Mary Jane before deciding to give her a chance to defend herself, but MJ really had no choice in the matter...

For the first time she wondered if tonight's victory was worth it. She had made huge strides tonight in winning back Peter, but at what cost? After her previous two encounters with Felicia, she was in no hurry to face her again physically. However she shared her rival's opinion of the other's intelligence. She was just a ditzy platinum blonde whore who's only talents were dressing like a skank and ruining marriages. Mary Jane had been taken to both extremes tonight; ultimate confidence at the party to complete humiliation in front of the mirror. Oddly enough she felt some of her earlier resolve returning. She felt stronger than before. Her biceps flexed as she clumsily laced on her gloves. Felicia looked cocky, arrogant, like she was already dismissing her. That worked against her before and nearly gave Mary Jane a upset victory. It would be the same now. One well placed punch. "Puncher's chance" it was known as. MJ knew she had it in her. Suddenly merely escaping seemed unsatisfactory.


Mary Jane was starting to physically feel better as well. Her hellacious, undefended beating earlier had left her a wreck, but it all faded away. She was unsure if it simply adrenaline or something more. Something she couldn’t explain. She began stretching out her mysteriously recovered muscles while keeping a wary eye on Felicia, who waited patiently, "Oh don't mind me, Mary Plain... you take all the time you need. I really want you to feel I gave you a good, fair, kick at the can, when I hand you your ass again. We have all the time in the world." Every word Felicia said dripped with arrogant confidence. It began to enrage Mary Jane to think of just how much Felicia was enjoying this degrading scenario she'd created... the way she pointed out the physical differences of their bodies, and the way she enjoyed physically dominating her. It had to stop. If it was the last thing she did, she was going to wipe that cocky grin off of Felicia's admittedly beautiful face, and finally teach her some humility. Everything in front of the mirror started to warp in her mind. Who was the one posing on the covers of all the Men's magazines? Who was featured on no less than 4 billboards across the city? Who was the most googled woman for the better part of the last year? Mary Jane was! The people wanted her, not Felicia. Ignoring the whole "vigilante with a secret a identity" detail, she continued the comparison in her mind, and felt her confidence return. Watching her husband's tall, shapely mistress stretch and throw some light punches in the air, she noticed her breathing was indeed restricted by the tight bra. Maybe this half-baked handicap would come back to bite her in the ass. Hubris would ultimately be her downfall. Punching a gloved fist into her hand, she was satisfied with the effect. The rain of blows she had taken earlier was terrible, she knew what they were capable of. The leather had torn MJ's shrine of a body to ribbons, and now she'd return the favor. Suddenly merely escaping wouldn’t be enough. She'd feel her fist drill into Felicia's titflesh. She'd feel the warmth of this bitch's crotch on her knuckles. It would be a meteor shower of fists on her prone body. She'd hear the sweet sound of Felicia Hardy sobbing on the mats, pleading for mercy that would never come. She might even drag the harpy in front of the mirror by the hair and demand a second evaluation of their bodies, this time with Black Cat's body swollen and battered. She'd make the bitch worship her tits, kiss her ass, maybe even lick her feet. Mary Jane would not be a gracious winner.


"What are you smiling about, Mary Plain?" Felicia questioned, having noticed the goofy look of satisfaction of MJ's face, as she contemplated the sweet taste of victory. MJ snapped back to reality, "Nothing much... just thinking about you finally getting your just desserts. Things have gone your way for far to long, Felicia... you're out of control... unstable. You need to go down, and I'm going to do it." Felicia plump red lips spread wide in a manic smile as she broke out laughing, bringing her gloved hands to her chest to keep the bra from exploding from the added pressure of her guttural belly laugh, "Where did all this confidence come from? HA HA! I like your spirit, Mary Plain... it's even more satisfying to beat the shit out of you when you think you can win. I wasn’t going to say anything, but I have a extra special surprise in store for you when this is all over. A little something I’ve been working on in my spare time that’s long overdue. I'm excited now! Are you ready? Can we start?" Mary Jane's expression darkened, as she took her stance and shot off a few quick practice punches, emulating Felicia's earlier moves with confidence, before raising her gloves to her face and proclaiming, "I'm more than ready now... I'm going to end the night the way it started! Let's go!"

Felicia was still smiling as she took her own stance, and the two began to dance around each other on the mat. If one could have seen the site of the two woman moving around each other in the early stages of combat, it would be hard to decide if what they were seeing was sexually appealing or just outright absurd. Mary Jane's tissue filled bra bounced lightly, the tissue rustling against her tits, she looked like a little girl playing dress up in her mothers bra, while alternatively, Felicia's breasts couldn't move at all, tightly constrained and budging over the top, bottom, and sides of the lacy red bra, cutting harshly into her shoulders and back. Felicia occasionally showed signs of discomfort; a wince and her shallow breathing as she attempted to keep herself form ripping the bra apart with the expansion of her lungs. The circumstances of the match were meant to further illustrate the negative comparison between Mary Jane's body and Felicia's, further humiliating MJ. Instead it seemed to fire up the redhead. With a little gamma radiation, she'd be a match for The Avengers tonight.

Mary Jane was playing it cautious, deciding to let Felicia make the first move, an opportunity she took almost immediately, sending a blazing right hook to rock Mary Jane's pretty face. The punch hit like a sack of bricks, faster than Mary Jane's eye could follow, flashes of light clouding her vision as she staggered back, almost falling to one knee as Felicia danced in place, chuckling as Mary Jane tried to regain her footing, "You just take your time dear... it's no fun if you go down too fast."

Mary Jane shook the cobwebs from her head and flushed at the verbal jab. She couldn’t let this fight slip away so early or she'd never recover. Felicia's strength and speed thoroughly outmatched her own. Putting her arms up to protect her face as she shook off the effects of Felicia's last punch, Mary Jane moved forward, and sent a testing jab forward, which Felicia easily blocked. She did a few more with no sign of retaliation from Felicia who just mocked her feeble efforts, "Are you going to fight or not, Mary Plain? This is starting to bore me..."

Satisfied that she'd lured Felicia into a false sense of security, she launched a right hook, which hit Felicia's cheek hard. Pulling back, Mary Jane cocked a smile, which quickly faded as Felicia seemed to be entirely unfazed by the punch, and simply laughed, causing her breasts to strain Mary Jane's tight red bra mockingly, "HA! That was your best shot? You've got to be kidding... here, I'll give you a free one. Really put your heart into it this time."

Felicia lowered her defensive stance and stuck out her chin. Mary Jane flushed with embarrassment and a little fear... was her last punch really that weak? Was Felicia even taking this seriously? "You bitch," Mary Jane muttered, "I'll show you how strong I can be..." Staring into her rival's now wild blue eyes, Mary Jane wound up her arm and reached deep inside herself, thinking of all the humiliation and pain Felicia had caused her, casting her eyes down to those huge boobs sitting more than snuggly in her bra, mocking her, as she felt the toilet paper Felicia's huge bra had been stuffed with rubbing her hard nipples. None of that Iron Fist shit this time. Mary Jane let her rage build and put it all into her fist, determined to knock that smug smile from Felicia's vulnerable face, and sent another hard right hook into Felicia's face.

There was a loud smack as leather clad fist met face, and the both of them just stood there; Felicia had stopped Mary Jane's fist with her face, barely moving an inch, that same cocky smile on her face, a intense but amused look in her eyes. Mary Jane was stunned; her punch had been completely ineffective.

"That's it? That's really all you have to offer? I guess I shouldn't play around with you anymore then..." Felicia cooed, as she shrugged off Mary Jane's fist, and quickly buried her left glove into Mary Jane's delicate midsection, knocking the wind out of her, before following up with an uppercut that immediately sent her stumbling back in the other direction. Mary Jane's punch had hurt, it may even bruise eventually, but Felicia would give her no satisfaction. She had been hit harder, and relished in any chance to downplay her rival. Now to really fire up her offense. Felicia's fists struck like vipers, lashing out, inflicting great pain, then recoiling back to their starting positions. She relentlessly knocked the powerless MJ around the room, her punches only seemed to increase in strength with each blow, as she laughed and taunted Mary Jane, who would occasionally try to put up a defense, or send a desperate jab out which Felicia would easily dodge, laughing, before rocking her face with another hard, strong, punch.

Felicia punched Mary Jane until her back was up against the wall. Moving in close, Felicia got Mary Jane in a clinch, putting her ruby lips close to Mary Jane's ears, whispering, "Now I'm going to knock the stuffing out of you." Pulling back, Felicia launched a relentless attack on Mary Jane's toilet paper stuffed boobs, literally knocking her stuffing out, leaving her standing there looking like a little girl in her mothers bra. Tissue breezed around the room as Mary Jane groaned and whimpered with each blow. Every time she came into conflict with this bitch, her tits were the favored target. Tonight however was the worst. The verbal, psychological, and worst of all physical abuse was too much to bear. All she could do was lay against the wall, hands at her side, and take it. She couldn’t focus her thoughts enough to even defend herself. Her head titled forward as her eyes focused on Felicia's magnificent chest, which still threatened to rip apart her own bra, as the strain of her violent movement and heavy breathing tested the fabrics tensile strength.

Finally satisfied with her abuse of Mary Jane's defenseless breasts, Felicia momentarily backed off, grabbing Mary Jane's sweaty, tangled, locks with her gloved hand and dragging her away from the wall. Felicia proceeded to punch Mary Jane back towards the center of the room. Mary Jane could barely stand, as she sway back and forth, punch drunk and blurry eyed. She was a mess, one of her eyes was swollen and she could taste blood. Whatever had numbed her earlier was now gone as all her previous abuse compounded with this new beating. Her body ached, especially her breasts, which were now swollen and starting to bruise. Her arms felt heavy and her legs weak. Looking at the unmarked and confident Felicia, who smiled smugly at her, made her want to cry. It felt like a long time since they'd started this fight, though in reality it'd actually only been a few minutes, and it seemed laughable that she'd thought she could beat the overwhelmingly beautiful and confident woman standing before her. Now she just wished Felicia would end her brutal physical and mental humiliation.

[ForeShadow]

Realizing that she had beaten all the fight out of Mary Jane, Felicia reached under her chin and raised her head with her gloved fist, "Aaaaaw... had enough, little girl?" Felicia cooed, eliciting only a slight gurgle from Mary Jane, "Do you see the error of your ways now?"

Tears ran down Mary Jane's swollen, aching, face, as she gurgled and nodded in response, she'd say anything Felicia wanted to hear to end this. "Y-yes..." Felicia smile, and bullied her back in front of the mirror.

"Look," she commanded. With great effort, Mary Jane lifted her head, looking at the two of them standing side by side. The contrast was obvious and extreme; she was a blue and purple wreck, bleeding and swollen; grotesque; while Felicia was at the other extreme; she glowed with feminine power; immaculate and untouched. She turned to Mary Jane and pressed their bodies together. Her breasts pressed painfully and firmly into Mary Jane's swollen rack, as the blonde pugilist reached around to cup her firm ass cheeks and draw her closer. She whispered, "Who's better, Mary Jane? Who's stronger? Who's sexier? Who has the better breasts? The better body? Who is more deserving of Peter's love?" Felicia droned on, grinding her muscular leg into Mary Jane's pussy, forcibly stimulating her.

Mary Jane was filled with conflicting feelings as pain and pleasure mixed; she hated Felicia, despised her, and knew it was wrong to be stimulated by her own destruction, but some part of her was responding against her will. Some animal instinct to submit to her proven superior; the alpha-female, this uncrowned queen of New York City. She stared into Felicia's smiling face. Her seductive deep blue eyes, her perfect white teeth. The sweet smell of her breath and perfume. Felicia bit her neck softly, and she reluctantly choked out a response, "Y-you are... o-oh God, I-I... can't beat you..." Mary Jane cried. Felicia smiled, and gave her neck a tender peck with her soft, silken, lips.

Felicia stood back, and thrust out her chest, which threatened to tear apart Mary Jane's embarrassingly overtaxed bra, "Kiss them."

Felicia's breasts quivered slightly in anticipation, expectation. Mary Jane stared at Felicia's breasts, suddenly taken by their perfect beauty. Felicia thrust them again, impatiently, and commanded, "NOW." Mary Jane hesitantly leaned down, pulled back, and then resigned herself to her task; she had no choice. Disgustingly, a part of her wanted to. To just lose herself in them as her own husband had done. She hated this bitch with all she had but knew any resistance would be futile.

Mary Jane pressed her swollen lips to Felicia's expansive chest, pressing them gently into the soft but unyielding flesh. Felicia moaned, "Mmmmm... now LICK them bitch. Just like Spider does."

Mary Jane hesitated, looking up at Felicia quizzically. Felicia let out a low growl and grabbed a sweaty, tangled, handful of Mary Jane's matted red hair, and roughly forced her face into her cleavage, firmly commanding in a flat tone, "Lick."

Mary Jane's soft pink tongue darted out and made contact with Felicia soft, salty, flesh. Felicia moaned and directed Mary Jane's tender ministrations around the expanse of her chest, forcing the beaten red-head to clean her sweat covered breasts. Moving her knee from her victim's crotch, Felicia let her hand travel down, roughly stroking the redhead's damp mound, not entirely surprised by the model’s arousal while sending a shiver through her body. Whenever Mary Jane would weakly try to protest or pull away, Felicia would remind her of who was in charge with a sharp claw hold on her own aroused pussy.

Mary Jane licked, sucked, slobbered, and drooled all over the tops of Felicia's huge, tightly confined, tits, until Felicia directed her deep between her deep, dark, cleavage, "Really get in there, bitch... I don't want a drop of sweat left," the platinum blonde demanded haughtily.

Felicia forced Mary Jane's swollen face deep into her cleavage. Mary Jane blindly darted her tongue out, licking her sternum and the deep sweaty recesses of Felicia's excessive tit-meat. It was impossible to breath, the fully packed flesh creating a tight seal; Mary Jane felt the inky blackness of unconsciousness slowly creeping in on her. She squeaked softly, "F-Felicia... p-please..." but it was lost in the deep, dark, recesses of Felicia's cleavage. Her knees started to buckle as she weakly grasped Felicia's waist, trying to hold herself up.

Suddenly, Felicia dragged Mary Jane's bruised face from the depths of her tits, laughing as the powerless red-head gasped desperately for air. Felicia released her grip on Mary Jane's hair, allowing her to stand on her own two feet. She swayed and swooned unsteadily, her knees shaking and almost buckling. Felicia considered her for a moment. It was a shame, just from the forced worship the redhead had paid to her chest, Felicia was ready to orgasm. Still, another few seconds and she'd be lost to unconsciousness and no use to anyone.

"Well, I guess it's time to put this baby to bed then?" Felicia fell back and wound up for a devastating uppercut, taking a deep breath, pausing a moment to savor the anticipation of Mary Jane's impending KO. "Lights out, Mary Plain," Felicia mocked, bringing her fist up under Mary Jane's prone chin with devastating force, actually lifting Mary Jane off of her feet and sending her sailing through the air. As her fist made contact, Mary Jane's DD-Cup bra finally gave up trying to contain Felicia's enormous and firm breasts, which now exploded out of the bra, snapping it in half.

Mary Jane landed on the mat with a loud thud, unconscious. Felicia observed her fallen victim with amusement, shrugging the now tattered remains of Mary Jane's former bra off of her shoulders, and walking over to her prone, unconscious form. Felicia kicked her onto her back, and placed her foot on Mary Jane's swollen right breast, pushing down on it with her full weight, enjoying the feeling of the defeated breast squashing under her. She placed her hands on her hips. She thought back to earlier in the night when Mary Jane's breasts glimmered with Peter's cum. Now her own tits had a light sheen from MJ's saliva. As the redhead finally found peace beneath her, Felicia sighed. Her real challenge still loomed over her. Patching things up with Peter would not be easy. Still, at this very moment, Felicia was again dominant.

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::Epilogue::

For the second time tonight, a ammonia capsule pulled Mary Jane from the sweet sanctity of unconsciousness. Unable to lift her head, Mary Jane gasped and stared up at a now dressed Felicia Hardy. "Almost forgot the most important part, the surprise ending I promised. Now, I’m sure your jaw is a little sore after that, so feel free to just blink your response. One for yes, two for no, understand?" Mary Jane felt paralyzed. Her body and spirit broken. She could feel herself fading out, even welcomed it, but knew she'd only be awoken again. She wanted to scream, but feared she’d break down into a uncontrollable fit if she tried. Mary Jane blinked her swollen green eyes once.

"Great, I simply haven’t got the time for a repeat performance tonight, so I’ll keep this simple.." Felicia could see Mary Jane's expression become foggy, she was going under again. With unexpected delicacy, Felicia grabbed Mary Jane by the chin and steadied her gaze, forcing her completely vanquished rival to focus on her dazzling blue eyes.

"You are going to sign this. Don’t concern yourself with reading it, I doubt you could in this state. Just know its something you were supposed to sign months ago but backed out of. You will honor our agreement now though, or we start over, understand?" Felicia's tone left no doubt as to her sincerity. MJ didn’t think she would survive another encounter. She quickly blinked once. Felicia pulled a clipboard from Mary Jane's peripheral vision and held it front of her, a stack of papers pinned to it. The words swam across the page in Mary Jane's altered mental state. She felt her hand being guided to a line at the bottom. She didn’t remember having received a pen, but one was in her hand now. Mary Jane would sign anything to avoid more pain, anything at all. Without hesitation she scribbled a signature on the line as was demanded of her. Felicia smiled almost warmly down on her.

"Good girl, its like you said Mary Plain, everyone gets their just desserts in the end. Now I’m going to go enjoy mine, you have a nice nap." Felicia allowed Mary Jane's head fall back on the hard floor. This time the redhead willingly closed her eyes, both oblivious and unconcerned with the divorce papers she had finally signed.

[r6r6]

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