Black Cat VS Mary Jane Chapter 4: Worked Out

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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.

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And the only way she'd ever leave her and Peter alone was if Felicia finally dispelled any illusions that she could beat her. Finally, unequivocally, get it through Mary Jane's thick skull that she did not compare, and could never defeat or overshadow, her.

Felicia was going to torment her. She was going to break her down physically, mentally, and sexually.

She was going to force Mary Jane to admit that she was the better woman, once and for all, not just to her, but to herself. Ultimately she was going to gain a little closure for herself and Peter.

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Mary Jane gulped heavily, as she watched the fabric peel away from Felicia's breasts, finally exposing their unencumbered silhouette. This was her third time seeing Felicia topless, and she couldn't help the familiar feelings of resentment and envy that begin to boil away inside her as her eyes unwillingly traced the dynamic curves and thrusts of her hated rival's shadow.

The first time was during their last fight, where she was introduced to the blonde's massive tits over and over as they battered her face. The second time was through teary eyes when she forced herself to watch that horrific fight on the dvd Felicia had sent her, complete with multiple camera angles, crowd reaction shots, and a optional commentary track provided by Tony Stark and Hank Pym. Now, even though it was only a shaded outline through a screen, she grit her teeth and begrudgingly admitted that her curves were amazing.

It may have seemed a stupid thing to focus on, the comparison of their chests, but it had always been a point of contention between the two beautiful women. Neither could deny that the other was remarkably attractive, it was obvious to anyone with eyes, so it had always come down to which one was more attractive. Everything in Mary Jane's life revolved around her looks; her career as a model and actress were highly competitive, and if you wanted to stay on top you had to be the best. Ever since puberty Mary Jane's growing beauty had earned her praise and attention. When she would walk into a room, heads would turn, and all eyes would be on her, because she put the other girls to shame. She had always been the sexiest, wildest, and, yes, bustiest. Breasts are an outward sign of feminine power; they're eye catching, and attention grabbing. And with breasts like hers, so round and firm, thrusting insistently from her chest, no one could ignore her; none could draw attention away from her. Until Felicia.

Mary Jane bitterly remembered how she had felt when she had seen Felicia standing there that first night, wearing her favorite pajama top. She almost winced as she remembered that smug smirk on the blond homewrecker's plump lips, as she followed her red haired rival's gaze down to her chest; her big firm tits straining the shirt that she wore comfortably almost to bursting, her creamy pale flesh peaking through the gaps stretched out between the buttons, which threatened to burst with a deep breath. Felicia had met Mary Jane's shocked gaze for a moment, and it had almost been like Mary Jane could read her mind, 'Not so special now, are you?'

Although Peter didn't notice, Felicia surely did. In that moment, ever so slightly, Mary Jane had shrunk back. For the first time in her life, she had felt not only inadequate, but intimidated. Despite all her rage, she had been cowed, even if just for a moment.

This had been a hard thing for her to process in that moment; a harsh reality she long denied. Felicia had been flouncing around in and out of her and Peter's life for years, but until that moment, Mary Jane had never felt threatened by her. Even with all the veiled jabs, catty remarks, and the nicknames; the relentless, subtle, torment; until that moment she was just some slut; a harmless floozy that couldn't let go of the past. But standing there in their living room, still fresh from HER shower, with HER husband, wearing HER clothes, the bold slut had taken the opportunity to effectively illustrate to Peter the stark physical differences between them. She had issued a silent challenge to Mary Jane through her actions, and found her rival wanting.

Unfamiliar thoughts and feelings sparked in her mind as time seemed to slow; what was she to do? This was a joke right? Peter wasn't going to leave her just for a bigger pair of tits, right? What husband would? But as Peter turned, Mary Jane began to panic. It wasn't just her breasts; it had never been. It was everything. Standing there with her big tits overfilling her favorite silk top, Felicia was forcing a comparison of their entire beings. The superhuman versus the supermodel. The woman would could fight beside her perfect, heroic, husband versus the wife who could only watch from the sidelines. As the arc of Peter's burn brought Felicia into his field of view, Mary Jane felt fear as his eyes where inevitably drawn to her thrusting chest then down her entire body. She could see his reaction; his wide eyed shock, and then the recognition as he, either consciously or subconsciously, compared the two of them.

In that moment, Mary Jane panicked; she didn't bother to wait for Peter to make any conclusions, because she had already jumped to her own; she was afraid that she didn't stack up to Felicia. So she pushed the matter. A physical confrontation.

She would fight for her man.

And now here she was, still fighting, only now she was at war with herself, as she watched Felicia change. She was battling with her own jealousies and self image; and she wasn't sure she was winning.

Felicia bent over at the waist and picked up her dress, folding it neatly. Mary Jane took in the sight from head to toe. Her long hair was still held up, with just a few strands hanging down. Her shoulders arched, supporting the weight of her awe inspiring tits. They hung proudly from her chest, heavy and firm, her nipples erect with the excitement. Further down the arc of her lean, well muscled, back curved down then out into perfectly rounded, taut, gluteal muscles. Mary Jane's eyes traced the contours of Felicia's muscular, shapely, legs for what seemed like several minutes before reaching the floor, they were so long. Mary Jane went through a range of emotions, none of which she liked. Jealousy, fear, envy, and... lust? She hated this woman; hell, she disliked most women; but despite herself she felt a lusty tingle that bothered her nearly as much as the implied threat of what was to come; part of her feared that she might like it.

Mary Jane couldn't deny that she got a certain dirty thrill during her fights with Felicia; she despised the woman vehemently, and would never openly admit that Felicia was an outrageously attractive woman, despite the obvious evidence to the contrary. There was a certain sensuality to fighting another woman; an almost electric charge that hung in the air. Every touch, every punch, every scratch was amplified, as pain mixed with pleasure; it was a confusing, conflicting, sensation, almost as if her body was turning against her, forcing her to confront feelings and sensations that she denied. True enough in both encounters, MJ found herself terrified at points, wanting nothing more than to escape the situation. To be on some distant beach with her man and a slew of paparazzi snapping picture. Certainly not cornered in front of a screaming crowd as her body was punished beyond it's limits. It was Mary Jane's secret fear that she might be a masochist on some deep, subconscious, level, and that was why she couldn't beat Felicia; because she liked being beaten. The thought scared her, because it meant that she could not even trust herself; she was her own worst enemy. But then she remembered the thrill she had had during the first round of her fight with Felicia, where she had had the upper hand; that inflated feeling of power and confidence, that erotic tingle in her nether regions as she dealt pain out instead of absorbing it. To see all of her hard work come to fruition. To see the woman sharing her husband's bed wince in pain. She remembered how intoxicating it was to triumph over Felicia at the party, how her vagina had opened up with a near orgasmic flood of juices as she turned the world against her platinum haired rival.

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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.

[ForeShadow]

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."

[ForeShadow]

Mary Jane's head spun from being choked out, fortunately much of the pain in her body and face had now numbed, but she could only look up at her tormentor in confusion.

"I said clean up. I would say I want you looking your best, but lets be honest, the best you've ever looked was when your face was buried in my ass, crotch, or tits." Felicia mocked with a wide smile. Mary Jane's expression turned hateful. The topless blonde, her tight workout pants like a second skin, her pompous tits, her cocky grin... she wanted her gone. She wanted to dig her nails into her face and twist it into inhuman positions. She wanted to punch her tits until she couldn’t raise her fists anymore. But now she was at her mercy. This was their third altercation, and the third time she was cheated. She had been ambushed, tied up, and beaten without mercy. Clearly this costumed freak was intimidated by her, why else would she resort to these tactics. Mary Jane could still taste her husband in her mouth, and knew she had struck a sound blow tonight. Why would Peter be so quick to allow MJ to take him unless he wasn’t satisfied? He still loved his wife, still wanted her. She only needed to get through this ordeal, recover, then she'd come back stronger than ever. A odd but increasingly familiar scent wifted past her nose. A dirty, foul sulpherous scent. It passed as quickly as it came. For now she had to cooperate. She took the small towel and wiped the blood from her face and chest.

Just as she was finishing, Felicia once again grabbed Mary Jane by her hair, and unsympathetically pulled her to her feet, grabbing her arm and twisting it behind her in a hammerlock. The surprised redhead squealed first in shock then pain. Felicia roughly pushed Mary Jane in front of the large mirror that dominated one of the walls, "Why do you keep challenging me? Do you enjoy being dominated by a real woman? Or is it because you know the closest you'll ever get to Pete from now on is by being consumed by the woman he loves and fucks regularly, in your own bed? Or is it jealousy? Jealous that no matter how much work you do, no matter how much of Peter's money you spend, you'll always be a self centered bitchy little girl, ordinary in every sense?" Felicia's words cut deep. Mary Jane's eyes fell on the mirror in front of them. Now more than ever their physical differences seemed to stand out. Felicia seemed to tower over her. Her measurements and curves seemed completely overwhelming. She felt like a child at a museum, standing next to some world renown artist's sculpture of a goddess. Her silver hair, pale skin, and bright white light from the fluorescent bulb overhead light gave the effect of some celestial beauty standing looking down on her from the heavens.. Felicia's white teeth flashed in a wide smile as she watched her restrained rival looking her over.

"Like what you see? I’ve noticed how aroused you have been getting when we fight. I also know about how you've been slandering me. Telling anyone who will listen that your body eclipses mine. Well, we have a mirror here. Lets compare, shall we?" Mary Jane felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. She felt the strength in her arms and legs drain away. Felicia gave her captured arm a sharp yank, a nonverbal warning that Mary Jane acknowledged with a grimace. Releasing her arm, Felicia stepped up beside her. "Tell me... who has the better ass, Mary Plain? And don't lie... I'll know if you're lying." Felicia gently ran one hand over Mary Jane's bare ass and the other over her own. She then grabbed it roughly, digging her fingernails in. Mary Jane knew what she wanted to hear, and also knew she couldn't deny it anymore, "Y-you do Felicia..." Felicia unsheathed her dagger like nails and reassuringly patted Mary Jane's round ass, "Mmmmmm... why is my ass better than yours?"

Mary Jane wanted to cry. It didn't seem fair to her what was happening... where was the justice in her abuse, both physical and now emotional? Why was she made to suffer at the hands of such an arrogant, self assured, harpy as Felicia? But she also know there was nothing she could do about it... she wanted to fight back, but she was tired, sore, and completely demoralized at this point, while Felicia was still strong, fresh, and confident. Mary Jane knew her only choice was to play along with Felicia's degrading game... and even worse, another part of her knew that to do so, she'd have to voice all her fears and issues, giving credence to her envy of Felicia's superiority. Looking over the contrasting reflections, she quietly said "I-it's rounder than mine."

Felicia turned to the mirror and ran her delicate fingers over her own buttocks, so Mary Jane could see it, "Mmm-hmmmm... go on." Mary Jane choked back her tears, and went on as Felicia watched her reflection with amusement over her shoulder, "Y-your ass it t-tighter and firmer than mine. Y-your hips are wider a-and curvier as well." Felicia slid her hands sensually up over her hips now, tracing Mary Jane's comparison of their bodies, "So you're saying your ass is fatter and saggier than mine, and your body is dumpier... right?" Mary Jane nodded in response, and Felicia chided her, "Don't nod... SAY IT."

"My a-ass is fatter and saggier... yours is firm and tight. M-my hips are dumpier, y-yours are curvier." Mary Jane’s knew her ass was certainly neither fat nor saggy. Though judging by their reflections, it may as well be. No matter how many lunges or squats Mary Jane’s personal trainer put her through, she’d never been able to achieve the perfect curves the Hardy bitch possessed. She knew Peter realized this as well. The stinging memory of a recent pictorial came to mind. Some sleazy tabloid photographer (nothing like her husband) had captured pictures of Spider-Man running his hands over Black Cat’s hips and ass as the two celebrated the arrest of some goofball criminal who wore a fishbowl on his head. As she was forced to look it over now, a small, stifled part of Mary Jane wanted to reach out and grope at her tormentor’s ass.

Felicia smiled and turned to face the mirror again, now running her hands over her impressive six-pack, "What about my stomach, Mary Piggy? Is my stomach better than yours?"

Mary Jane again looked at their reflections. Her abs were the one thing she had real control over, and she had worked them to exhaustion prior to their last fight. Still she never achieved the same sexy cut that seemed to come naturally to Felicia. Mary Jane was unaware of Felicia's own inhuman work out regimen, so to her it simply seemed like another unfair advantage that came to this vile whore. Still, there it was in front of her face. Her now mildly toned (and thoroughly bruised) abs next to Felicia's own sculpted six pack. "Y-your stomach is flatter than mine, a-and your a-abs are more toned," Mary Jane was mortified as she choked out every word. Felicia ran her hands over Mary Jane's tenderized midsection, sending a shiver through MJ as she anticipated some horrible act of violence yet to come, "AND," Felicia prompted, wanting more out of Mary Jane's self-humiliation, "A-and, my stomach is p-pudgy and weak." Felicia purred in agreement, and moved her hands up behind Mary Jane's back, jerking her forward forcibly. Mary Jane's worst fears were now being realized as Felicia forced their chests together, Felicia's massive tits overwhelming and pushing Mary Jane's less impressive breasts back into her ribcage. The image in the mirror of Felicia’s staggering profile eclipsing and dominating hers mortified Mary Jane, but not as much as what she knew was coming.

[ForeShadow]

Mary Jane could feel Felicia's nipples harden under the sensual pressure of her breasts dominating Mary Jane's, stabbing into Mary Jane's tender, battered flesh. To her horror, Mary Jane felt her own nipples begin to harden from the stimulation, as Felicia began to grind her tits into Mary Jane's and purred, "I don't even know why I should bother to ask, because it's pretty obvious, but it's so much fun to hear you say it... who has the bigger, better, sexier, breasts Mary Plain? Which one of us has itty bitty little girl titties? Which one of us couldn't even BEGIN to fill the other's bra? Which one of us is actually capable of giving Spider the proper titty fucking he deserves, hmmm?" Felicia's full lips where close to Mary Jane's ear as she whispered her contemptuous challenge to Mary Jane, even as she stabbed and ground her larger, harder, nipples against Mary Jane's, bending and pushing them around, like some high school bully, "Yours are! You're breasts are so much bigger and s-stronger than mine. I couldn't begin to fill your b-bra." Mary Jane began to sob lightly. A mixture of rage, gear, lust, and envy running through her head.

Felicia laughed and pressed forward harder, as Mary Jane watched her breasts seemingly disappear into Felicia's in the mirror, "That's right... You're like a little girl by comparison to me, inferior in every way. You know what I did for Spider when I threw your sorry, fat, ass out? I took all your bras and snapped them with my breasts in front of him... I kept all your sexy lingerie and wear it for him every night so he can see how much bigger and better I am than you... so he can see how tight your teddies and nightgowns are, straining to contain my superior tits," Felicia hissed sensually into Mary Jane's ear, "But I bet you don't believe me... I bet you hold on to some small sliver of hope that bigger really isn't better... that I'm not THAT much bigger than you? But how to prove it... I KNOW! I'll put on your bra, and you'll put on my bra! That should do it, right?" Felicia had been waiting for this, her masterstroke. Beatings, while satisfying and stimulating, weren’t doing it. That much was obvious now. This however would send the mousy bitch away forever. After her initial assessment, Felicia never considered Mary Jane a rival, but she knew the redhead obsessed over it. Now she was able to lay the issue to rest.

Mary Jane imagined Felicia modeling for Peter in their bedroom. Her husband laying on the bed, lightly playing with his rock hard erection as Felicia made a spectacle of wearing the read head’s bras and lingerie. Mocking her modeling background as she’d strut a imaginary runway from their walk in closet past the bed before striking a pose in front of her masturbating husband. Or squeezing into bras that Mary Jane herself had professionally modeled for magazines, only to wear them better before snapping them with the slightest shrug of her shoulders. MJ had a large collection of undergarments, she wondered how many shows Parker had gotten, and how he’d compare them in his mind. Suddenly a very uninvited sensation washed over Mary Jane. Just for the briefest of instants, she wished she could have watched as well.

Giving Mary Jane's back one final squeeze, Felicia then gave her a hard shove that sent her sprawling back into the mirror, before turning once again towards her workout bag. Her back turned to MJ, Felicia fished through the bag looking for the final act humiliation for the redhead, but Mary Jane was beginning to have other ideas... she couldn't just stand there and continue to be dominated and humiliated by this arrogant, overconfident, bitch. Now with her back turned, unsuspecting and venerable. Mary Jane still felt sore and weak, but even if she failed, she had to at least try, or everything Felicia said about her was true... that she was weak and pitiful and didn't deserve Peter, and worst of all... that she WAS inferior to Felicia Hardy. Slowly standing up, Mary Jane got her footing and slowly advanced on Felicia, her back still turned, her beautiful ass swaying in the air.

Standing menacingly over Felicia, about a foot away, Mary Jane contemplated her attack, settling on tackling her from behind and beating her beautiful face against the ground, going for a quick knockout so she could escape... anything longer and she wouldn't have the strength or endurance, when suddenly, Felicia whipped around and delivered a roundhouse that sent Mary Jane back towards the exercise mats that had been the site of her earlier torment. Lying there, stunned and winded, Felicia mocked, "You've got to be kidding me... I’ve fought Venom and defeated Sabretooth! Did you really think I wouldn't notice a heffer like you clumsily sneaking up behind me? Still, I'm glad you tried... as much fun as it is to outright humiliate you, I love it when you struggle... but do you really want to rush to tonight's fight before hearing the stipulations?" Felicia sauntered over to where Mary Jane now lie, helpless, in a repeat of her earlier tabloid, stood over MJ's prone form and once again looked down on her from between her cavernous cleavage. In Felicia's hands were two lacy garments, one red and one black. Felicia moved her legs to either side of Mary Jane and sat on her stomach, straddling her in a mock schoolgirl pin, "Now, here's how it's going to be Mary Plain... we're going to box each other, but being that you obviously have no way of actually beating me, I'm going to give you a handicap... I'm going to wear your tiny bra, and you'll wear mine. Since your little titties are so much smaller than mine, just imagine how hard it'll be for me to breath with it on... see, a perfect handicap? Aren't I nice? But first, I want you to confirm that I'm not, God forbid, cheating!"

Felicia held up the lacy red bra for Mary Jane to see, "Is this your bra?"