New Avengers: The Purple Man

Chapter 2: The Audition

“All of you kneel. “ The Purple Man says calmly to the crowd surrounding him.

Like a switch being flipped in each of their brains, everyone surrounding him, including Mary Jane Watson-Parker, falls to their knees.

As much as she tries to resist, MJ feels trapped in her own body. As much as she wants to stand up and try to flee, she can’t. All she can do is look on helplessly at the rest of her cast mates as their faces strains like her own, trying to fight the fear and helplessness inside them.

“Very good, my puppets” he replies to their actions. Killgrave grabs a nearby chair, twirling it around in the middle of the semi-circle of people.

“You bastard! What have you done to us?” Mary Jane shouts.

“Shh…” Killgrave simply replies, putting his finger slowly to his mouth.

Mary Jane becomes silent to her own terror. Like a recurring dream where she wants to scream but no sound come out, MJ is paralyzed to speak out. She realizes now why the room was so quiet when she came in. However he was controlling her associates, he had placed a mental gag into the mouths of all of them.

“When you’re of a better state of mind, I’ll let you talk. But for now, I think this will be much more…“ he pauses, thinking of the best word, “constructive if you stay silent and just listen.”

A solitary tear flows down MJ’s cheek as she looks on and her body trembles in fear. In the back of her mind, the beautiful redhead prays that her husband will break through that window and swing to save her. Unfortunately, in the front of her mind she knows he has no clue which hotel room she is in.

“You see, Mrs. Parker, I need you. The rest of these puppets are just that, little toys to play out a show for us, but YOU! “ He proclaims as he stands up, “You are the instrument of my revenge against Captain America and his Avengers.”

Her eyes widen. If she could become any more frightened, it has happened.

“You see, I had this accident, which is the cause of my colorful tan. The wonderful side effect of this accident is that I release a pheromone that makes normal people bend to and obey my will. Obviously, you are one of those people.”

Another tear drops down MJ’s cheek as she tries again to scream. She forces her stomach muscles to push air out of her lungs, but his suggestion of silence keeps her still.

Killgrave notices her struggling, but he also knows that it’s futile. “Oh! How delightful! You are spirited, Mary Jane, much stronger than your cast mates. They put up almost no fight as each one came in, but now. . “, again he pauses, just thinking of the proper demonstration, until he points to 3 of the other prisoners to his will, “you, you, and, hmmm, you . . . stand. Strip!”

Killgrave takes his chair, sets it down next to MJ, and slowly starts stroking her hair. He feels her body tense up with each touch, but not moving anywhere as 3 of her friends each stand and start to remove their clothes.

The first to stand is Ray, the blonde leading man of the show. Even though he was picked for his Brad Pitt physique and rugged looks to add sex appeal with MJ sharing his spotlight, it is plainly evident on the set that he is a homosexual.

Simon stands next. He plays a minor character player in the production, but with enough lines to be kept up in seclusion with everyone else for the week. To a lesser degree, he resembles Peter’s boy-next-door qualities, with longer dark hair, blue eyes and a strong build. On the set he is always shy with MJ, which leads her to suspect he has a crush on her.

Finally Patricia stands and starts to disrobe. This dark haired beauty was talented enough that if her name was as well known as former supermodel Mary Jane Watson-Parker, she would have the lead in the play. Her body was tall and slim. You could tell she worked out by the slender contours of her tight abs, but not to the point of being athletic which is evident by thin thighs.

“Superb specimens, don’t you think, my dear.” Killgrave says down to MJ as he continues to stroke her hair as one would a pet. “Watch them, tell me, are they attractive?”

So many words could come out of MJ’s mouth. She has about 100 different names she wants to call this bastard and 100 different phrases she could scream in hopes someone would help them. As she looks on at her comrades’ naked forms in front of her though, all she could say is “Yes.“ with a whimper.

These friends are indeed very attractive. Just like Patricia, both men showed obvious signs of spending time in the gym. Their shoulders are broad, and their arms and legs display like sculptures of Roman Gods.

Patricia’s perfect C cup breasts are perky and smooth, with nipples that are tight at attention from the cool air of the room. Her sex is completely waxed, showing the lips of her vagina as she stands with her legs slightly parted next to the two men.

Even though she knows this isn’t the most practical time, and possibly caused by Killgrave’s command to look, Mary Jane can’t help but admire the three forms in front of her.

Killgrave’s hand trails down MJ’s hair then moves down to caress her shoulder against the spaghetti-strapped tank top she is wearing. There is nothing erotic about any of this that turns her on though. His touch repulses her, and she just wants out of the prison that was her own body.

Unfortunately, it is the exact opposite for Killgrave. It isn’t necessarily the sexuality of the room, but instead it is the power and manipulation that are supplying the blood flow to his cock, making it firmer as he caresses his new pet.

“Take them, girl!” He says to Patricia with a grin. “You’re their whore now. Show me how much of a slut you can be. And you, my dear men, do put on a good show for Mrs. Parker please.”

Like the motivational actress she is, Patricia hears his words and that is all she needs to snap into character. Unlike MJ, Patricia suddenly doesn’t mind the sexual tension in the air. She kneels down between the two hunky men and uses her soft caress to squeeze and stroke Ray’s manhood, while her other hand guided Simon’s prick to her tongue.

Ray’s cock becomes hard as he feels Patricia touching him. Though her caress is pleasant, he finds himself watching Simon as his motivation for his arousal. Killgrave’s suggestion was to put on a good show, not to be straight. While he knows its Patricia’s hand rubbing his dick, it is Simon’s hand he imagines.

Also as if on cue, Simon becomes much more outgoing and less shy. His hand reaches around Patricia’s head, pulling her closer to the root of his cock while her warm, wet mouth pushes him to the back of her throat. His hand tightens within the tendrils of her hair. His sexual repression has latched onto what Killgrave commanded about her being his whore. If she is his, he is definitely going to treat her as such.

Killgrave bends down to the side of MJ’s head. Now close enough she could smell his cologne and breath, both would seem pleasant in any other condition. As of now though, the smells belonging to him send chills down the red-head’s spine.

He whispers down softly into her ear, letting his warm breath flow over her earlobe “Do not worry my dear. You’ll get your time too, but it will be reserved with a special intent.”

His words push MJ to muster up at least some body language. Her eyes widen and her jaw drops to open what were closed lips. Even with the open mouth, though, very little sound escapes her.

This occurs unnoticed by the three thespians in the middle of the room. Patricia’s mouth moves from its expert pleasure of Simon’s member to suckle Ray’s dick. Inside her whorish mind, Patricia is proud of herself as she realizes that Ray, who is probably gay, now stands fully erect from her attentions. His cock is impressive and she loves it in her mouth. It is only slightly longer than Simon’s, but much thicker as it passes between her lips. Her tongue swirls underneath the head and her neck bobs back and forth. As the sounds in the room start to become louder with moans of sexual ecstasy, it is becoming obvious that Killgrave’s mention of a good show has surpassed his suggestion of silence.

Ray tries to concentrate on enjoying Patricia’s attention. He continues rotating pictures of Simon within his mind as he feels a damp mouth around his member. Simon, on the other hand, is perfectly happy concentrating on Patricia. His body has moved behind her, taking her hips and roughly pulling her ass up to his waist. Slowly he shifts his cock inside her unprepared, yet still dripping sex.

Patricia screams into Ray’s cock as she feels her dewed opening become filled with Simon’s shaft. He fills her roughly, but she takes it all in while her hands and mouth work on Ray’s manhood. Both Ray and Simon start to pump into her from each side, working both her mouth and pussy with vibrancy, treating her like a whore as the Purple Man had suggested.

As the sounds of pleasure and flesh on flesh fill the room, the other captives, 2 women and another man, start to squirm in their held positions. They don’t seem as disgusted as MJ is with the show, but they also don’t have Killgrave coming into physical contact with them. His hand moves again to caress her breast from the outside of her tank top, while his other hand slides into his pants to fondle himself.

He leans down again, whispering, “See how strong you are, MJ. See how the others are turned on, while you still fight me. That’s why I need you and why I planned this. I’m going to use that strength, and I’m going to build on it with lust.”

M.J. closes her eyes and feels her bottom lip tremble while Killgrave’s hand grows rougher with her breast. Her will is still intact, but her body is unable to fight his groping. She can feel his chair moving behind her while strokes his discolored cock harder with each passing moment. She opens her eyes again, the smell of Killgrave’s cologne mixes with the musky scent of the 3-way mixes in her nostrils, sending her briefly into a sensory overload that sends chills up the back of her neck.

In the center ring, Patricia starts to take everything that Simon gives to her from behind, plus more. Each time he pushes into her, she presses back against him. With each movement he makes, he slams her mouth deep around Ray’s cock. Faster and harder the two men use the body of the woman between them in the presence of the others. Each can feel their own finale coming as the Patricia’s tits rock hard underneath her from the ferocity of the fucking.

As the sexual tension in the room builds, so does Killgrave’s own excitement. MJ can feel him breathing harder behind her, his deep breaths flush through his words as he continues to speak. His tone reminds her of an obscene phone call, “I forgot to mention, my dear that since my power is chemical based there are much more potent ways of reducing your will. Turn around, Mrs. Parker, and open your mouth. I have a gift for you.”

The pit of MJ’s stomach starts to turn. She still wants to fight him even as her body obeys his command. Slowly she turns around to see the horrible sight of her captor in mid-stroke. His penis isn’t close to as impressive as Peter’s, or even Ray and Simon’s. Only about 5 inches long, and with barely enough width for him to wrap his hand around, Killgrave is the definition of a pencil dick. Mary Jane doesn’t care though; her attraction to this man wasn’t what was driving her to face his cock now.

Killgrave could feel the pressure building, and as commanded, MJ’s mouth is open towards the tip of his cock. He looks down at her beautiful face with a evil glint in his eye as he strokes himself harder and faster, admiring his own control over every aspect of the actress.

The sounds of the room grow with the ever increasing lust being displayed until finally the explosions of the acts started to occur. Patricia has been cumming for a while, her screams being used to vibrate her mouth around Ray’s cock. Ray holds out until he sees Simon finishing from behind Patricia. Simon pulls his cock out of her cunt after the first shot pushed its way to mingle with her own juices between her thighs. He lays his cock against the crack of Patricia’s ass and pistons his hips to let his cum spray over her back. Watching Simon release finally sets Ray off, blowing his load into Patricia’s mouth. She swallows like the hungry slut she has become, stroking his cock while feeling Simon’s warm, white seed flowing against her tan skin.

As the finale hits the three puppets, Killgrave reaches his own endurance, showering Mary Jane with his cum. While most of the seed makes it into her mouth, the red head was internally mortified to feel some of the warm, sticky juice start to streak down her cheeks.

The feeling of humiliation starts to fade though as MJ feels like she is actually at ease for a moment. With each spurt of the Purple Man’s cum released inside MJ’s mouth, the fight within her starts to die down, until she finds herself swallowing of her own accord. She places her mouth against the tip of his prick to clean and suckle any additional seed.

If Killgrave’s body produces chemicals through his endocrine system to cause his power, his other endocrine based fluids, including his cum, seems to also have an effect.

Once Mary Jane discovers he is completely clean, she snaps out of her cum-sucking trance to peer up at him. Her urge to cry overcomes her as silent tears flow down her stained cheeks.

Killgrave smiles down at her with that same look in his eye. As he regains his breath, he whispers down to her, “Mmm, very good Mary Jane. You liked it didn’t you, and I’m sure that scared you. It’s ok, I promise.”


With a laugh, he continues as the tormented face of his victim hangs on his words, “With each day, I’ll save myself for you. You and only you will be given the gift of my seed, until finally you have no fight left in you anymore, just the craving to do as I say.”

Mary Jane Watson-Parker closes her eyes in self-reflection, now fully understanding the depth of her capture. She knows there is no escape in the near future. Peter knows she is to be in a retreat from society, he just doesn’t have any clue how actually calculated the week long retreat is.

As Killgrave saw MJ’s eyes close, he looks down to the floor where the three objects of his amusement are melting into each other in a sandwiched spoon with Patricia in the middle. With a chuckle he motions to all his puppets as he walks over to a doorway to one of the bedrooms, “Yes! It is time for you all to rest now. I must regain my strength, as must you all.”

MJ has seen the look in Killgrave eyes every time she sees one of Peter’s foes. It’s the look of a mad man who thinks the world is in his pocket.

Each person stands and does as directed, walking past Killgrave to the circular bed that sat past the open door. As MJ walks through at the end, Killgrave grabs her by the wrist.

“And you! Kiss me!”

MJ groans inwardly. Still quiet but slightly less hesitant after the experience with his prick, her body leans in and brushes her salty lips against his mouth with a stifled moan.

“You, specifically, need all the rest you can get,” he says after breaking the kiss and releasing her wrist.

MJ leaves his presence to find a spot on the bed with the others, and the door is closed on the group. Though ordered to sleep, her mind acquires a few minutes of free time as it winds down. Away from Killgrave, she finds she has a little more control over self. She’s able to whisper silently, “Help me, Peter.” as somewhere in the back of her mind, that mental fantasy of her husband coming to her rescue plays out.