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.