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New Avengers: The Purple Man
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The Role
Chapter 3 – Prelude
For the next few days, MJ is shown a new side of decadence. She unwillingly becomes the female escort of Killgrave as he lives his day-to-day. The Purple Man keeps her beside him at all times. His beautiful new companion is finally allowed to speak but only when asked direct questions. He also permits her clothing when they go out in public, but inside the penthouse hotel room she is kept naked with her cast mates.
On the second night, Killgrave takes Mary Jane, Patricia, and the remaining female cast members, Lyra and Kat, to a fancy restaurant. Mary Jane watches as Killgrave sends the other actresses on the task of getting their dinners for free. Lyra does so by flirting with a man at the bar. Patricia promises to suck the dick of her waiter. The third girl, Kat, tries to accomplish the goal by seducing a well dressed businessman, but the entrance of his wife causes her to fail. Kat’s punishment becomes the role of guinea pig to Killgrave’s BDSM exhibition later that night, and the next morning she is sent to a certain address, after which she is never seen again.
For the third night, Killgrave takes Mary Jane, Simon, and Tom, the third male cast mate, out to a bar where the men corner a NYU coed in the ladies’ room and rape her. As they share the supple 18 year old, Killgrave asks how Mary Jane enjoys Tom. She replies honestly that he isn’t her type. Mary Jane doesn’t realize this response will be the cause for Killgrave to leave Tom behind as the fall guy for the rape. That night, a muscle-bound man named Malik, who fate shoves into the wrong elevator at the wrong time, replaces Tom as Killgrave’s prisoner.
At each turn, Killgrave plants the necessary seeds of corruptible suggestion into Mary Jane’s head. As each act she witnesses adjusts her mindset to Killgrave’s manipulative world, it also starts to excite her more and more. The lesson of the second night was how a woman can use her own means of persuasion to get what she wants, but she must know never to accept limits and be ready to adapt or there will be failure and punishment. The third night, she realizes the lesson is that with influence comes strength, and with that strength you can get whatever you want, but never to forget that those who provide her strength are easily replaceable.
After they grab Malik on the third night, Killgrave decides let Ray break him in, and keeps Lyra and Patricia for himself, forcing MJ to watch as always. As MJ is forced into sexual overload watching Ray plow into Malik’s ass and Lyra and Patricia please each other and Killgrave, MJ can’t help but find her pussy become soaking wet, forcing her to squirm in a nearby chair. It becomes so noticeable that Killgrave allows her to finger herself if she feels the need, and without hesitation she accepts. Soon, the room is full of the sound of moaning ecstasy as parties work through their pleasure.
When Killgrave feels his own finale approaching, he finishes as does each night. He beckons for MJ and pushes the other girls away. Within seconds the red head is poised at his cock to collect his will-manipulating seed into her mouth. Surprisingly to MJ and Killgrave both, MJ smells the musk of his body mixed with the sexual juices of her friends and instinctively devours his meat. Without the need for command, she takes it deep into her throat, stroking it roughly till he releases. After swallowing each and every drop of cum, MJ looks up at Killgrave with a seductive gleam in her eye that matches the evil which shines through Killgrave’s own expression.
Chapter 3: The Role
## editor’s note, new characters entering into the arena
Tombstone:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tombstone_(comics)
Electro:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Electro_%28comics%29
Black Widow:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Widow_%28comics%29
Part 1: The Morning
Mary Jane Watson-Parker stretches and wakes above the covers of the mattress. She stretches her completely nude body and breaths in, smelling the scent of fresh pancakes. The smell and the deep sleep from last night has her in a much better mood than what her mind says she should be in. At first, she barely remembers falling asleep last night, but she blushes and her stomach becomes nervous as the pieces start to fall into place in her mind.
The red-head rolls on to her side from her position at the foot of the bed. Looking up to the headboard, she sees Killgrave’s purple body sitting up and looking down with the grin she has come to recognize. At his side lay Lyra and Patricia, spooning against each other and still sleeping off their sexual romp with Killgrave the night before.
“Are you hungry, my dear?” Killgrave asks.
“Yes, sir”, she responds plainly.
Killgrave chuckles, knowing it’s time to test her.
“It’s time for you to speak freely, Mary Jane.”
With his words a weight was lifted off of Mary Jane, and she spoke as she had wanted to, but strangely much more straightforward than originally imagined
“You’re a fucking bastard.” She states.
“Yes!” he laughs. “Yes I am!”
Mary Jane rolls her eyes. For all his power, Killgrave still has little to put her in awe. When your power and confidence comes from forced suggestion, even those you give more leniency to will not respect you as if you earned your power, or had taken it from another. Mary Jane knows how to handle this situation, for she has learned it from the Purple Man himself.
“Am I allowed to move?” She asks.
Killgrave eyes her, trying to figure out the motive of the question, “You may, but you are not allowed to attempt to harm to me.”
Slowly and without any humility left in her, Mary Jane gets up on all fours and starts to slowly slink up the bed seductively. With only a few feet to go, she tries to make them count as she moves to her desired spot next to the pancakes. Her body moves in such a way that her tits sway below her and her hips glide back and forth in the air behind her. She keeps her eyes locked on Killgrave, making sure he notices all the effort she’s putting into the movements.
He watches every inch of her body as it moves up the bed. His bare cock underneath the bed table stirs as her smell comes closer to him. Even first thing in the morning she is beautiful.
Killgrave wants to beat himself for not thinking of this before. When he had a young super heroine named Jewel captive, he could have pushed her like this. Back then though, he wanted to retain her innocence to make it more painful to her. His intent was to manipulate a good person, but let them stay pure so it tormented them. He now realized that if someone maintains their decency, their will to fight is intact. All innocence and decency must be ripped from the person.
The Purple Man’s concentration breaks from the shortfalls of his past to his current endeavor as Mary Jane abruptly steals the fork from his hand. Curling up close to him, she cuts two bites of his pancakes as the underside of her bare breast brushes against his arm. Placing one bite on the fork, she offers it to him along with a question, “Exactly how long are you planning on keeping me here? You do know that in 3 more days, my husband is expecting me home.”
Killgrave takes the bite and chews it slowly, keeping eye contact with MJ as she cuts her own bite. After swallowing, he responds, “Until I’m done with you. I do have other places for us to continue our fun if need be, but I don’t think that will be necessary.”
MJ swirls the piece of pancake in a pool of maple syrup before replying to him with a smile before putting the pancake to her own lips, “It won’t be? Am I getting early release for good behavior?”
“Early? No.” He responds, watching as she cuts another bite that he presumes is for him. “But a few days ago, you couldn’t stand to be near me. This morning, you’re naked next to me and feeding me breakfast, which I would call progress, my dear. You’ve changed so much; imagine where you’ll be in 3 more days.”
Mary Jane bites her lower lip, contemplating what he’d just said. The uneasiness in her stomach has returned and her voice cracks, exposing her nervousness through her performance.
“What. . .” she stops, swallowing down the lump in her throat, “What do you want from me?”
Killgrave laughs, reaching down to her hand as it holds his bite still near the plate, guiding it up to his mouth, chewing roughly and then quickly swallowing before answering her, “Actually, soon you will be asking yourself what you NEED from me, and what will you do to get it.”
The naked red headed beauty looks into his eyes as he roughly squeezes her hand. The uneasiness turns to fear inside her.
Killgrave just winks at her, “For now though, go take a shower. We have some shopping to do.”
Part 2: The Afternoon
When Killgrave mentioned shopping, this wasn’t necessarily what Mary Jane had in mind. Killgrave has driven her to lower Manhattan, where they entered a kink shop nestled in a block of run down, brick front businesses.
In the back of the store is a small changing room, where MJ found a box wrapped in a big red bow. Inside the package, Mary Jane Watson-Parker has found an outfit that will change her life.
Now, Killgrave sits close to a mirrored wall as Mary Jane finishes changing in front of him. With a final zip up the back of her pants, her couture transformation is complete.
“Very nice! What do you think, my lovely?” Killgrave asks.
Mary Jane stares at herself in the mirror, looking at herself. The outfit was amazing, starting with the black high-heeled shoes with a 3-inch metal spike for a heel. Her gaze in the mirror moves up the long pant leg of the black leather hip-hugger pants that fit her like a second skin. The tall shoes and tight slick black pants accentuate her calves and thighs. She moves her body to the side, admiring how fantastic her ass looks
As she turns, MJ notices her back is exposed from the back of her neck to just above the top triangle of the g-string she wears underneath the pants. She turns and tugs on the front of the revealing red leather top. It has an extreme v-neck, starting with two straps on the shoulders which flow down her torso to expose the roundness of her breasts, which are accentuated by the tightness. The two pieces finally touch right below her belly button, where a thin band connects the two sides together just high enough to expose her flesh above the waistband of her pants. If it wasn't for Killgrave taking her to a salon for a Brazilian wax before this fitting, some pubic hair might have shown.
Her long, red hair is held back with a toothed headband stranding her locks and keeping her long hair from her face. Her neck displays a scarlet-jeweled choker which sparkles in the room’s light. The choker is accentuated by 2 matching wrist bands which she wears that can be combined by a dangling latch to form handcuffs if so desired.
Standing in awe of the outfit, she doesn’t answer Killgrave immediately. It had been a while since MJ has worn anything similar, and only then for photo shoots. It immediately strikes her that this isn’t an outfit as much as a costume.
She turns to Killgrave, catching him eyeing her ass. “It’s amazing, but what is it for?”
Killgrave’s eyes turn more northward to Mary Jane’s face, not being shy about ogling her breasts as they make their journey, “Surely you know, my lovely. It’s your new identity. When you’re with me, performing our plans, or possibly fulfilling desires of your own. Your name now is Seduction.”
She faces the mirror again, being absorbed into the reflection of the person within it, thinking the Seductress is not her, and could never be her. In the mirror, she watches as Killgrave approaches her from behind, placing his hand on her hips and pulling her backside against him. The once repulsing act has changed for MJ. A few days ago, Killgrave’s will was overwhelming, but now while she still doesn’t like him, his presence is relaxing to the red head. It’s like being on a subtle form of the drug ecstasy for her. As much as she tries to resist, and without him forcing it upon her, the closer he is, the more she craves him being there.
He leans into her neck and starts to nibble upon it with his purple-tinted lips. He notices that MJ responds to his touch, feeling her breath get heavy suddenly as she turns her neck away to expose more of her flesh to him. Just as expected, MJ’s body was starting to react to the mixture of the chemicals that he releases through his pheromones. The elements by themselves work to overcome a subject’s will, but if the victim has been exposed to larger dosages such as those released in Killgrave’s cum, it makes the person crave the chemical itself.
Warm sensations start to grow within Mary Jane’s belly every second that he touches her. The feeling is that of an uncomfortable but pleasurable tease within her, causing her body trembles with each breath he blows against her neck.
“What do you want?”
With a nervous breath of hesitation, she replies, “You.”
“And what will you do in exchange?” He asks again, not expecting this reaction of her body so soon.
“Anything”, she starts to reply with a hard breath. Her words stagger as the burning grows, “Please, make this stop . . . or... give me more.”
“Not yet. What is your name?”
“Ma... “ she starts to say, only to correct herself hoping to be rewarded for her compliance. “Seduction, my name is Seduction.”
“Very good, my dear, and who am I?” Killgrave reinforces her as he grabs her chin, moving her cheek to rest against his so they can look in the mirror together.
Seduction looks at herself as she stands in front of Killgrave. She notices her body squirming against him, responding to the heat within her. She’s seen addiction before, and this was it, though her brain was only barely registering it. To her, it was only need, and she would do what it took to feed it.
“You are the Purple Man; you are my master, my lover. Tell me who you want to be and I will make it that way.”
“Oh yes, very good indeed, my Seduction. Now, let’s go see if you can earn that name.”
Part 3: The Evening
Slowly, the limousine pulls up to a sleazy bar near the waterfront. Inside sits Mary Jane Watson-Parker and Zebediah Killgrave.
With the addition of scarlet hooded cloak and a small red leather mask over her eyes, MJ’s completely transforms into her persona of Seduction.
“I will go in first, my pet, but first I have a present for you” Killgrave starts to tell her.
He reaches down underneath the seat in front of him and pulled out a grey box, a little over a foot long and 6 inches wide.
“This is the ultimate test of how well you will do on your own. Though I will not be protecting you at all, I also do not want to send you in defenseless. Inside that bar is a collection of thieves, murderers, rapists, and just general ass-holes that would love to do god-knows-what to you. Your job is simply to survive the night.”
Seduction swallows hard listening to Killgrave’s words. In the past, her husband has told her of places where rogues can get away from the spotlight. These places are part of an underground network where, for a price, villains can lie low for a while. In a million years, she would have never thought she’d be going into one.
He opens the box for his Seduction, displaying a set of red leather gloves that match her outfit.
“These are your only protection I will be giving you. I . . .” he pauses, clearing his throat, “borrowed these from some Shield scientists. They are a byproduct of their experiments on me. These gloves contain an embedded release system of my pheromones. They will render whoever feels their caress will be open to suggestion while in your presence. The effect is not as strong or long lasting as my natural gift, but it should be enough to get you out of, or into, any situation you’d like.”
Seduction takes the gloves out of the box, setting one down on her lap while she slides on the other. Once it’s on, she care playfully touches Killgrave’s hand, “And of course, you are immune,” she says with a chuckle.
The Purple Man continues with a laugh, “Of course, my dear, as are you. The power of my suggestion keeps you in check from any smaller effects the gloves’ chemicals might have.”
Finally, Killgrave opens the door as Mary Jane puts on the other glove. He then turns and puts her face in his hand, pulling her in close to kiss her hard and deep. MJ’s body surges at being so close to him and feeling their tongues twist in her mouth. Her resistance to his presence is completely gone; she knows she will do whatever he tells her for the sole purpose that she is totally his.
The feeling inside her is completely different than her connection to Peter. That feeling is voluntary, it’s love. This is addiction and need, like needing to breath but knowing the air is bad for you.
Killgrave breaks the kiss and whispers before leaving the limo, “Good luck, my pet.”
The Purple Man’s Seduction sighs as she realizes she is truly all alone in this endeavor. Through the last few days, she has seen manipulation by power, but now she wonders if it is enough to allow her to survive this night.
Nervously, she checks out her make-up while keeping one eye on the window, watching her master step into the door of the old warehouse-turned-bar. With a deep breath, she gains the courage to step out of the car.
Her shoes click on the road as she crosses the dark street to the entrance. As a car drives by, she thinks to herself that they must think she is the fetish version of Little Red Riding Hood. Seduction knows there is no Grandma on the other side of that door, only wolves.
With another deep breath, she knocks on the door. She almost wishes this was one of Killgrave’s command performances, but he has given her some free will. He wants this to be voluntarily driven by her need to please him, but that allows fear to pass through her mind. She jumps slightly as an undetected sliding peephole suddenly slides open, and dark eyes study her.
The peephole shuts, and Seduction hears the door unlatch from behind and a voice with a south Jersey accent start to speak to her, “This is a no-costume joint.”
Slowly, she walks in, the actress in her taking over, she turns to see the white skinned gangster called Tombstone guarding the door. Walking over to him, she caresses his bottom jaw with the gloved hand, “If you let me in, maybe later I’ll let you take it off of me.”
Tombstone, named for his albino exterior and hard as stone skin, suddenly feels less aggressive towards this red hot woman in front of him.
He lets her walk on by, grabbing her by the hand before she can get too far, “I’ll be counting on it.”
She feels his raw strength holding her wrist and totally powerless to get free. She doesn’t show the nervousness or fear surging inside her. “I don’t tease”, she says calmly, attempting to almost coo at his attention, but the whole time lying through her teeth. She turns around, and with her free hand caresses his chest, down his abdominals and brushing against a noticeable bulge in his pants.
Tombstone lets go of her, “I guess we’ll see later, darlin’. Go on in.”
Seduction leans in, presses a kiss to the underline of his jaw, “Thanks handsome, I look forward to it.”
She removes her cloak to fully unveil her leather clad body to hired muscle, then deliberately walks away with a sway to her hips, giving the big guy a look at what he could expect. Within herself though, she’s completely at odds. So far this experience is proving both exciting and frightening, as the new villainess finds herself shaking, unsure from fear or being turned on. As she collects her nerve again, she realizes the first part of her assignment is accomplished as she walks down a tight stairway into the main part of the bar.
Seduction quickly found out that Tombstone wasn’t joking about this being a costume-free zone. In her red and black leather costume, she is sticking out like a sore thumb. Outside of the pigment-challenged patrons like Tombstone and the Purple Man, the crowd looked like the normal thieves and rapists you’d find in any line-up, but MJ reminds herself that each of these thugs has a secret that could kill her. The clientele that she could see were mostly men, any woman that she spies could easily be a call-girl or escort as they could a patron of the bar.
In a dark corner of the bar, Killgrave watches as his pet takes in her surroundings. When he told her of this task, he knew bringing her in full uniform would make her stick out, and in a place her costume definitely noticeable. All the eyes in the bar are currently focused on his Seduction’s tight, leather-wrapped body as it bends over the bar to order a drink.
At any time, Killgrave could take control of 99% of the villains in this bar, but there is still that 1% he had to be wary of. Anyone with a strong willpower is a risk to his influence, which is why he wants to break them of their desire to resist first.
He looks around at the legion of bar patrols, not letting the watchful eye of a nearby bar wench go unnoticed. She is being particularly suspicious of Killgrave. The waitress was hard not to notice, with her strong built body and long legs accentuated by a short mini-skirt. It was how her attention deviated from her customers to Killgrave’s table that truly made her noticeable to him.
Killgrave’s eyes return to his pet. As Seduction slowly sips on the red wine just served by the bartender, two men make their way from each side of her.
“Your definitely new here, sweet cheeks, but no worries, I’ll show you around” says the first.
As though Zeus himself were standing next to her, an electric bolt surges out of the other patron’s hand, “I don’t think so, buddy”. With the power of the electric shock, the first unknown man goes flying through the air, breaking a table as he lands near the wall.
“Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Max, but my friends call me Electro.”
Mary Jane tried not to shiver at the sight of the muscular man in the black turtleneck standing in front of him. Electro is one of her husband’s oldest enemies. Though she has always made light of his green and yellow costume, behind the mask she found him quiet attractive. He reminds her of one of the strong construction workers on the street that always whistle at her as she walks by.
“I know who you are, Sparky. My friends call me Seduction. Would you like to be my friend?” She grins with the question, taunting him with one of her husband’s nicknames for him while at the same time leaning forward to give him a clear view of her ample breasts. She reaches up, giving him a caress that will bring the two of them closer.
Electro gradually moves his eyes from his new friend’s assets to her smile as he feels her caress. He starts to reach up to remove her mask, “Definitely, but I’d really like to see what’s behind those eyes first.”
“Don’t even THINK of it, Dillon. I got dibs on that broad!” A voice comes booming out of the hallway. The whole bar looks over to see Tombstone step through to the main room. Instinctively, the bar starts to clear to the walls.
The exceptions to this mass exodus to safety are Killgrave and a nearby hostess, both taking notice of each. Killgrave knows that he is out of harm's way, as he is already in a corner and could at anytime instruct someone to stand in front of him, but the fact that this woman seems perfectly safe in the middle of the room means she’s either really dangerous or really stupid.
Suddenly, Seduction finds herself surrounded by raw power. As Electro clinches his fist, sparks start to flare from his clinched digits, while Tombstone brushes his powerful physique up against MJ to show that he isn’t backing down either.
MJ tries to think fast, setting down her glass of wine and reaching up to caress each man’s face, “Now now boys, calm down, I have no problem with sharing.”
She only connects with one of them as her hand touches Tombstone, the other gets a small shock as it tries to touch Electro’s charged body. The effect on Tombstone is automatic and he starts to relax.
Electro doesn’t let the opportunity slide. “Sorry Hun, but I don’t share,” Electro says as he fires a bolt right into the middle of the albino’s chest, sending him back into a wall where 2 people cushion his impact. With five more quick released bolts of current, he surges his power into Tombstone. The energy electrocutes those underneath the former mobster, but only manages to knock the albino out cold.
While not desirable to Electro, the result would suffice. He chuckles over the body of his opponent, making sure he doesn’t get up, before turning back to his red leathered prize.
“Now, where were we?” he says.
Seduction looks over Dillon’s shoulder at Killgrave, getting a nod of approval from her Master, a gesture that does not go unnoticed by the blonde waitress across the room.
“I think we were getting ready to go somewhere a little more private.” She says, seeing his electric pulses start to subside, taking a chance and holding out her hand to him.
He takes her hand, “The roof should be private enough” he responds as he leads her into a hallway.
Killgrave chuckles as he finishes his drink, Electro would be the perfect minion to help his Seduction on her corrupted path. He looks back over to the other side of the room and notices that in his deviation of attention, the waitress of the night was gone through a side door.
A few minutes later, Seduction appears on the roof top with her new follower. Her gloved hand gripping wrapped around his palm for the length of the stairs is more than enough contact to make him putty to her suggestion.
Dillon can’t understand what is happening to him. He feels as if he is drunk off of this woman he just met. Her touch is intoxicating, sending him on highs he’s only experienced before while using his powers. He can’t help but push her against a nearby door and pressing his lips roughly against hers, drinking in her breath.
In the shadows, the blonde woman from the bar who intently watched the communication between MJ and Dillon, as well as MJ and Killgrave, reveals her true self as she watches the two lovers. She removes the blonde wig to reveal red hair that rivals Seductions, showing her true identity, Natasha Romanov, the Black Widow.
The red-headed secret agent grumbles to herself. Her mission to infiltrate the super-villain underground and find Killgrave is a success, but to complete it she has to get to her communication equipment which sits on the other side the door currently acting as support for the lust of Electro and this new lady in red.
Natasha quietly groans as she watches Seduction put her hands on Electro’s shoulders, quickly spinning him around so that his back pounds against the steel door. As she sees Seduction slowly crouch down till her face is in line with Electro’s crotch, she thinks to herself that this obviously was going to take awhile.
Seduction’s hands free Max’s bulge from his jeans and quickly takes his shaft down her throat. She moans as she feels her husband’s enemy guiding his prick past her lips with his hands resting within her hair. She concentrates on the tip as her chemical-laid hands stroke the surprisingly massive member while her mouth devours his length.
Natasha squirmed a bit from the shadows, unknowingly reacting to the show in front of her. The short waitress mini skirt giving her easy access, her hand trembles as it slides between her thighs. While she concentrates on the display in front of the door, she starts to lightly finger her own sex, losing awareness of her surroundings.
“Harder, Miss Romanov!” Killgrave whispers from another shadow behind the Black Widow.
For a brief instant within her thoughts, Natasha curses herself. She had forgotten the Purple Man’s training in espionage and let him get to close to her. Only a second later, she feels her body obey, fingers pressing into her pussy lips, rubbing her clit much more vigorously.
Electro peers into the shadows, hearing the increased display of lust coming from beyond a chimney stack. Feeling his attention drawing from her, Seduction lifts her lips from the head of his cock and reaches to his sack, squeezing it tightly with the chemical induced glove.
She whispers, “Ignore them. Serve me. Fuck me.”
The chemicals working within Electro’s body went into overdrive. His concentration resumes as he grabs MJ by the shoulder and pulls her up his body, leaving his damp, hard prick poking through the wind of the roof. Quickly he moves to swing her between him and the wall, pushing Seduction chest into the door.
With a grunt, MJ feels the cold steel of the door pressing into her cheek as Electro undoes the red leather garments. Within the next few seconds, she feels the breeze blowing over her hard nipples as her top unzips and drops to the ground. A few seconds later, she feels her ass exposed to the same elements as Maxwell releases her from her pants, pulling them down below her knees. His need is too great to completely strip her, he just needs her now.
Electro doesn’t take much delicacy into the act of penetration as he pierces Mary Jane’s pussy hard and fast. His thick cock spreads her pussy lips wide as he fills her, only to almost completely pull from her sex and thrust into her a second time. Following the orders of Killgrave, he takes Seduction’s cunt for all he can each time, until the hard, slow pistons become deep, fast movements slamming his hips into the back of her thighs.
The sounds of lust continue to build on the rooftop as Killgrave needs his own release from the sexual tension, he walks over to the masturbating Widow, “Open your mouth, Natasha, I have a present for you”
As the Black Widow felt herself coming to orgasm already, she opened her mouth to Killgrave’s thin cock, which he pushed in quickly. Digging his fingers into Natasha’s read hair, he starts to skullfuck her with ferocity as he watches Mary Jane become a slut for one of her husband’s deadliest enemies.
“Penetrate yourself, Widow.” He commands
Natasha obliges without hesitation, pressing three fingertips into her soaking cunt. Her wrist starts to bend as she finger fucks her hole while having her mouth used for Killgrave’s own pleasure.
Seconds turned to minutes, and moans of heat turned to screams of desire as the men took their prizes. Killgrave was first to cum feeling the yells from Natasha’s filled mouth vibrating his cock into supplication for release. She becomes drunk off his psychotropic jizz as the juices from her pussy melt down her thighs.
It was 15 minutes later when the sexual escapade of Maxwell Dillon and Mary Jane Watson-Parker would finally end. Killgrave, with the Black Widow clinging to his leg, watches them entranced at their stamina till MJ’s final orgasm milks Electro’s prick. As he feels the first shot of cum freed, he pulls his cock from Seduction’s cunt, letting his juices spray over her white flesh with each stroke of his hand. He leans into her, letting his stomach squish his cum between their bodies, and drinks in her mouth in a deep kiss.
Killgrave had hoped for one additional piece of muscle tonight, but he had gotten more than he bargained for.
He reaches down, caressing his new fuck-slave’s red hair, “I had my Seduction to turn those to my will, and now I have my Black Widow to kill those that will not. Things couldn’t be going any lovelier!”
For the next few days, MJ is shown a new side of decadence. She unwillingly becomes the female escort of Killgrave as he lives his day-to-day. The Purple Man keeps her beside him at all times. His beautiful new companion is finally allowed to speak but only when asked direct questions. He also permits her clothing when they go out in public, but inside the penthouse hotel room she is kept naked with her cast mates.
On the second night, Killgrave takes Mary Jane, Patricia, and the remaining female cast members, Lyra and Kat, to a fancy restaurant. Mary Jane watches as Killgrave sends the other actresses on the task of getting their dinners for free. Lyra does so by flirting with a man at the bar. Patricia promises to suck the dick of her waiter. The third girl, Kat, tries to accomplish the goal by seducing a well dressed businessman, but the entrance of his wife causes her to fail. Kat’s punishment becomes the role of guinea pig to Killgrave’s BDSM exhibition later that night, and the next morning she is sent to a certain address, after which she is never seen again.
For the third night, Killgrave takes Mary Jane, Simon, and Tom, the third male cast mate, out to a bar where the men corner a NYU coed in the ladies’ room and rape her. As they share the supple 18 year old, Killgrave asks how Mary Jane enjoys Tom. She replies honestly that he isn’t her type. Mary Jane doesn’t realize this response will be the cause for Killgrave to leave Tom behind as the fall guy for the rape. That night, a muscle-bound man named Malik, who fate shoves into the wrong elevator at the wrong time, replaces Tom as Killgrave’s prisoner.
At each turn, Killgrave plants the necessary seeds of corruptible suggestion into Mary Jane’s head. As each act she witnesses adjusts her mindset to Killgrave’s manipulative world, it also starts to excite her more and more. The lesson of the second night was how a woman can use her own means of persuasion to get what she wants, but she must know never to accept limits and be ready to adapt or there will be failure and punishment. The third night, she realizes the lesson is that with influence comes strength, and with that strength you can get whatever you want, but never to forget that those who provide her strength are easily replaceable.
After they grab Malik on the third night, Killgrave decides let Ray break him in, and keeps Lyra and Patricia for himself, forcing MJ to watch as always. As MJ is forced into sexual overload watching Ray plow into Malik’s ass and Lyra and Patricia please each other and Killgrave, MJ can’t help but find her pussy become soaking wet, forcing her to squirm in a nearby chair. It becomes so noticeable that Killgrave allows her to finger herself if she feels the need, and without hesitation she accepts. Soon, the room is full of the sound of moaning ecstasy as parties work through their pleasure.
When Killgrave feels his own finale approaching, he finishes as does each night. He beckons for MJ and pushes the other girls away. Within seconds the red head is poised at his cock to collect his will-manipulating seed into her mouth. Surprisingly to MJ and Killgrave both, MJ smells the musk of his body mixed with the sexual juices of her friends and instinctively devours his meat. Without the need for command, she takes it deep into her throat, stroking it roughly till he releases. After swallowing each and every drop of cum, MJ looks up at Killgrave with a seductive gleam in her eye that matches the evil which shines through Killgrave’s own expression.
Chapter 3: The Role
## editor’s note, new characters entering into the arena
Tombstone:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tombstone_(comics)
Electro:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Electro_%28comics%29
Black Widow:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Widow_%28comics%29
Part 1: The Morning
Mary Jane Watson-Parker stretches and wakes above the covers of the mattress. She stretches her completely nude body and breaths in, smelling the scent of fresh pancakes. The smell and the deep sleep from last night has her in a much better mood than what her mind says she should be in. At first, she barely remembers falling asleep last night, but she blushes and her stomach becomes nervous as the pieces start to fall into place in her mind.
The red-head rolls on to her side from her position at the foot of the bed. Looking up to the headboard, she sees Killgrave’s purple body sitting up and looking down with the grin she has come to recognize. At his side lay Lyra and Patricia, spooning against each other and still sleeping off their sexual romp with Killgrave the night before.
“Are you hungry, my dear?” Killgrave asks.
“Yes, sir”, she responds plainly.
Killgrave chuckles, knowing it’s time to test her.
“It’s time for you to speak freely, Mary Jane.”
With his words a weight was lifted off of Mary Jane, and she spoke as she had wanted to, but strangely much more straightforward than originally imagined
“You’re a fucking bastard.” She states.
“Yes!” he laughs. “Yes I am!”
Mary Jane rolls her eyes. For all his power, Killgrave still has little to put her in awe. When your power and confidence comes from forced suggestion, even those you give more leniency to will not respect you as if you earned your power, or had taken it from another. Mary Jane knows how to handle this situation, for she has learned it from the Purple Man himself.
“Am I allowed to move?” She asks.
Killgrave eyes her, trying to figure out the motive of the question, “You may, but you are not allowed to attempt to harm to me.”
Slowly and without any humility left in her, Mary Jane gets up on all fours and starts to slowly slink up the bed seductively. With only a few feet to go, she tries to make them count as she moves to her desired spot next to the pancakes. Her body moves in such a way that her tits sway below her and her hips glide back and forth in the air behind her. She keeps her eyes locked on Killgrave, making sure he notices all the effort she’s putting into the movements.
He watches every inch of her body as it moves up the bed. His bare cock underneath the bed table stirs as her smell comes closer to him. Even first thing in the morning she is beautiful.
Killgrave wants to beat himself for not thinking of this before. When he had a young super heroine named Jewel captive, he could have pushed her like this. Back then though, he wanted to retain her innocence to make it more painful to her. His intent was to manipulate a good person, but let them stay pure so it tormented them. He now realized that if someone maintains their decency, their will to fight is intact. All innocence and decency must be ripped from the person.
The Purple Man’s concentration breaks from the shortfalls of his past to his current endeavor as Mary Jane abruptly steals the fork from his hand. Curling up close to him, she cuts two bites of his pancakes as the underside of her bare breast brushes against his arm. Placing one bite on the fork, she offers it to him along with a question, “Exactly how long are you planning on keeping me here? You do know that in 3 more days, my husband is expecting me home.”
Killgrave takes the bite and chews it slowly, keeping eye contact with MJ as she cuts her own bite. After swallowing, he responds, “Until I’m done with you. I do have other places for us to continue our fun if need be, but I don’t think that will be necessary.”
MJ swirls the piece of pancake in a pool of maple syrup before replying to him with a smile before putting the pancake to her own lips, “It won’t be? Am I getting early release for good behavior?”
“Early? No.” He responds, watching as she cuts another bite that he presumes is for him. “But a few days ago, you couldn’t stand to be near me. This morning, you’re naked next to me and feeding me breakfast, which I would call progress, my dear. You’ve changed so much; imagine where you’ll be in 3 more days.”
Mary Jane bites her lower lip, contemplating what he’d just said. The uneasiness in her stomach has returned and her voice cracks, exposing her nervousness through her performance.
“What. . .” she stops, swallowing down the lump in her throat, “What do you want from me?”
Killgrave laughs, reaching down to her hand as it holds his bite still near the plate, guiding it up to his mouth, chewing roughly and then quickly swallowing before answering her, “Actually, soon you will be asking yourself what you NEED from me, and what will you do to get it.”
The naked red headed beauty looks into his eyes as he roughly squeezes her hand. The uneasiness turns to fear inside her.
Killgrave just winks at her, “For now though, go take a shower. We have some shopping to do.”
Part 2: The Afternoon
When Killgrave mentioned shopping, this wasn’t necessarily what Mary Jane had in mind. Killgrave has driven her to lower Manhattan, where they entered a kink shop nestled in a block of run down, brick front businesses.
In the back of the store is a small changing room, where MJ found a box wrapped in a big red bow. Inside the package, Mary Jane Watson-Parker has found an outfit that will change her life.
Now, Killgrave sits close to a mirrored wall as Mary Jane finishes changing in front of him. With a final zip up the back of her pants, her couture transformation is complete.
“Very nice! What do you think, my lovely?” Killgrave asks.
Mary Jane stares at herself in the mirror, looking at herself. The outfit was amazing, starting with the black high-heeled shoes with a 3-inch metal spike for a heel. Her gaze in the mirror moves up the long pant leg of the black leather hip-hugger pants that fit her like a second skin. The tall shoes and tight slick black pants accentuate her calves and thighs. She moves her body to the side, admiring how fantastic her ass looks
As she turns, MJ notices her back is exposed from the back of her neck to just above the top triangle of the g-string she wears underneath the pants. She turns and tugs on the front of the revealing red leather top. It has an extreme v-neck, starting with two straps on the shoulders which flow down her torso to expose the roundness of her breasts, which are accentuated by the tightness. The two pieces finally touch right below her belly button, where a thin band connects the two sides together just high enough to expose her flesh above the waistband of her pants. If it wasn't for Killgrave taking her to a salon for a Brazilian wax before this fitting, some pubic hair might have shown.
Her long, red hair is held back with a toothed headband stranding her locks and keeping her long hair from her face. Her neck displays a scarlet-jeweled choker which sparkles in the room’s light. The choker is accentuated by 2 matching wrist bands which she wears that can be combined by a dangling latch to form handcuffs if so desired.
Standing in awe of the outfit, she doesn’t answer Killgrave immediately. It had been a while since MJ has worn anything similar, and only then for photo shoots. It immediately strikes her that this isn’t an outfit as much as a costume.
She turns to Killgrave, catching him eyeing her ass. “It’s amazing, but what is it for?”
Killgrave’s eyes turn more northward to Mary Jane’s face, not being shy about ogling her breasts as they make their journey, “Surely you know, my lovely. It’s your new identity. When you’re with me, performing our plans, or possibly fulfilling desires of your own. Your name now is Seduction.”
She faces the mirror again, being absorbed into the reflection of the person within it, thinking the Seductress is not her, and could never be her. In the mirror, she watches as Killgrave approaches her from behind, placing his hand on her hips and pulling her backside against him. The once repulsing act has changed for MJ. A few days ago, Killgrave’s will was overwhelming, but now while she still doesn’t like him, his presence is relaxing to the red head. It’s like being on a subtle form of the drug ecstasy for her. As much as she tries to resist, and without him forcing it upon her, the closer he is, the more she craves him being there.
He leans into her neck and starts to nibble upon it with his purple-tinted lips. He notices that MJ responds to his touch, feeling her breath get heavy suddenly as she turns her neck away to expose more of her flesh to him. Just as expected, MJ’s body was starting to react to the mixture of the chemicals that he releases through his pheromones. The elements by themselves work to overcome a subject’s will, but if the victim has been exposed to larger dosages such as those released in Killgrave’s cum, it makes the person crave the chemical itself.
Warm sensations start to grow within Mary Jane’s belly every second that he touches her. The feeling is that of an uncomfortable but pleasurable tease within her, causing her body trembles with each breath he blows against her neck.
“What do you want?”
With a nervous breath of hesitation, she replies, “You.”
“And what will you do in exchange?” He asks again, not expecting this reaction of her body so soon.
“Anything”, she starts to reply with a hard breath. Her words stagger as the burning grows, “Please, make this stop . . . or... give me more.”
“Not yet. What is your name?”
“Ma... “ she starts to say, only to correct herself hoping to be rewarded for her compliance. “Seduction, my name is Seduction.”
“Very good, my dear, and who am I?” Killgrave reinforces her as he grabs her chin, moving her cheek to rest against his so they can look in the mirror together.
Seduction looks at herself as she stands in front of Killgrave. She notices her body squirming against him, responding to the heat within her. She’s seen addiction before, and this was it, though her brain was only barely registering it. To her, it was only need, and she would do what it took to feed it.
“You are the Purple Man; you are my master, my lover. Tell me who you want to be and I will make it that way.”
“Oh yes, very good indeed, my Seduction. Now, let’s go see if you can earn that name.”
Part 3: The Evening
Slowly, the limousine pulls up to a sleazy bar near the waterfront. Inside sits Mary Jane Watson-Parker and Zebediah Killgrave.
With the addition of scarlet hooded cloak and a small red leather mask over her eyes, MJ’s completely transforms into her persona of Seduction.
“I will go in first, my pet, but first I have a present for you” Killgrave starts to tell her.
He reaches down underneath the seat in front of him and pulled out a grey box, a little over a foot long and 6 inches wide.
“This is the ultimate test of how well you will do on your own. Though I will not be protecting you at all, I also do not want to send you in defenseless. Inside that bar is a collection of thieves, murderers, rapists, and just general ass-holes that would love to do god-knows-what to you. Your job is simply to survive the night.”
Seduction swallows hard listening to Killgrave’s words. In the past, her husband has told her of places where rogues can get away from the spotlight. These places are part of an underground network where, for a price, villains can lie low for a while. In a million years, she would have never thought she’d be going into one.
He opens the box for his Seduction, displaying a set of red leather gloves that match her outfit.
“These are your only protection I will be giving you. I . . .” he pauses, clearing his throat, “borrowed these from some Shield scientists. They are a byproduct of their experiments on me. These gloves contain an embedded release system of my pheromones. They will render whoever feels their caress will be open to suggestion while in your presence. The effect is not as strong or long lasting as my natural gift, but it should be enough to get you out of, or into, any situation you’d like.”
Seduction takes the gloves out of the box, setting one down on her lap while she slides on the other. Once it’s on, she care playfully touches Killgrave’s hand, “And of course, you are immune,” she says with a chuckle.
The Purple Man continues with a laugh, “Of course, my dear, as are you. The power of my suggestion keeps you in check from any smaller effects the gloves’ chemicals might have.”
Finally, Killgrave opens the door as Mary Jane puts on the other glove. He then turns and puts her face in his hand, pulling her in close to kiss her hard and deep. MJ’s body surges at being so close to him and feeling their tongues twist in her mouth. Her resistance to his presence is completely gone; she knows she will do whatever he tells her for the sole purpose that she is totally his.
The feeling inside her is completely different than her connection to Peter. That feeling is voluntary, it’s love. This is addiction and need, like needing to breath but knowing the air is bad for you.
Killgrave breaks the kiss and whispers before leaving the limo, “Good luck, my pet.”
The Purple Man’s Seduction sighs as she realizes she is truly all alone in this endeavor. Through the last few days, she has seen manipulation by power, but now she wonders if it is enough to allow her to survive this night.
Nervously, she checks out her make-up while keeping one eye on the window, watching her master step into the door of the old warehouse-turned-bar. With a deep breath, she gains the courage to step out of the car.
Her shoes click on the road as she crosses the dark street to the entrance. As a car drives by, she thinks to herself that they must think she is the fetish version of Little Red Riding Hood. Seduction knows there is no Grandma on the other side of that door, only wolves.
With another deep breath, she knocks on the door. She almost wishes this was one of Killgrave’s command performances, but he has given her some free will. He wants this to be voluntarily driven by her need to please him, but that allows fear to pass through her mind. She jumps slightly as an undetected sliding peephole suddenly slides open, and dark eyes study her.
The peephole shuts, and Seduction hears the door unlatch from behind and a voice with a south Jersey accent start to speak to her, “This is a no-costume joint.”
Slowly, she walks in, the actress in her taking over, she turns to see the white skinned gangster called Tombstone guarding the door. Walking over to him, she caresses his bottom jaw with the gloved hand, “If you let me in, maybe later I’ll let you take it off of me.”
Tombstone, named for his albino exterior and hard as stone skin, suddenly feels less aggressive towards this red hot woman in front of him.
He lets her walk on by, grabbing her by the hand before she can get too far, “I’ll be counting on it.”
She feels his raw strength holding her wrist and totally powerless to get free. She doesn’t show the nervousness or fear surging inside her. “I don’t tease”, she says calmly, attempting to almost coo at his attention, but the whole time lying through her teeth. She turns around, and with her free hand caresses his chest, down his abdominals and brushing against a noticeable bulge in his pants.
Tombstone lets go of her, “I guess we’ll see later, darlin’. Go on in.”
Seduction leans in, presses a kiss to the underline of his jaw, “Thanks handsome, I look forward to it.”
She removes her cloak to fully unveil her leather clad body to hired muscle, then deliberately walks away with a sway to her hips, giving the big guy a look at what he could expect. Within herself though, she’s completely at odds. So far this experience is proving both exciting and frightening, as the new villainess finds herself shaking, unsure from fear or being turned on. As she collects her nerve again, she realizes the first part of her assignment is accomplished as she walks down a tight stairway into the main part of the bar.
Seduction quickly found out that Tombstone wasn’t joking about this being a costume-free zone. In her red and black leather costume, she is sticking out like a sore thumb. Outside of the pigment-challenged patrons like Tombstone and the Purple Man, the crowd looked like the normal thieves and rapists you’d find in any line-up, but MJ reminds herself that each of these thugs has a secret that could kill her. The clientele that she could see were mostly men, any woman that she spies could easily be a call-girl or escort as they could a patron of the bar.
In a dark corner of the bar, Killgrave watches as his pet takes in her surroundings. When he told her of this task, he knew bringing her in full uniform would make her stick out, and in a place her costume definitely noticeable. All the eyes in the bar are currently focused on his Seduction’s tight, leather-wrapped body as it bends over the bar to order a drink.
At any time, Killgrave could take control of 99% of the villains in this bar, but there is still that 1% he had to be wary of. Anyone with a strong willpower is a risk to his influence, which is why he wants to break them of their desire to resist first.
He looks around at the legion of bar patrols, not letting the watchful eye of a nearby bar wench go unnoticed. She is being particularly suspicious of Killgrave. The waitress was hard not to notice, with her strong built body and long legs accentuated by a short mini-skirt. It was how her attention deviated from her customers to Killgrave’s table that truly made her noticeable to him.
Killgrave’s eyes return to his pet. As Seduction slowly sips on the red wine just served by the bartender, two men make their way from each side of her.
“Your definitely new here, sweet cheeks, but no worries, I’ll show you around” says the first.
As though Zeus himself were standing next to her, an electric bolt surges out of the other patron’s hand, “I don’t think so, buddy”. With the power of the electric shock, the first unknown man goes flying through the air, breaking a table as he lands near the wall.
“Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Max, but my friends call me Electro.”
Mary Jane tried not to shiver at the sight of the muscular man in the black turtleneck standing in front of him. Electro is one of her husband’s oldest enemies. Though she has always made light of his green and yellow costume, behind the mask she found him quiet attractive. He reminds her of one of the strong construction workers on the street that always whistle at her as she walks by.
“I know who you are, Sparky. My friends call me Seduction. Would you like to be my friend?” She grins with the question, taunting him with one of her husband’s nicknames for him while at the same time leaning forward to give him a clear view of her ample breasts. She reaches up, giving him a caress that will bring the two of them closer.
Electro gradually moves his eyes from his new friend’s assets to her smile as he feels her caress. He starts to reach up to remove her mask, “Definitely, but I’d really like to see what’s behind those eyes first.”
“Don’t even THINK of it, Dillon. I got dibs on that broad!” A voice comes booming out of the hallway. The whole bar looks over to see Tombstone step through to the main room. Instinctively, the bar starts to clear to the walls.
The exceptions to this mass exodus to safety are Killgrave and a nearby hostess, both taking notice of each. Killgrave knows that he is out of harm's way, as he is already in a corner and could at anytime instruct someone to stand in front of him, but the fact that this woman seems perfectly safe in the middle of the room means she’s either really dangerous or really stupid.
Suddenly, Seduction finds herself surrounded by raw power. As Electro clinches his fist, sparks start to flare from his clinched digits, while Tombstone brushes his powerful physique up against MJ to show that he isn’t backing down either.
MJ tries to think fast, setting down her glass of wine and reaching up to caress each man’s face, “Now now boys, calm down, I have no problem with sharing.”
She only connects with one of them as her hand touches Tombstone, the other gets a small shock as it tries to touch Electro’s charged body. The effect on Tombstone is automatic and he starts to relax.
Electro doesn’t let the opportunity slide. “Sorry Hun, but I don’t share,” Electro says as he fires a bolt right into the middle of the albino’s chest, sending him back into a wall where 2 people cushion his impact. With five more quick released bolts of current, he surges his power into Tombstone. The energy electrocutes those underneath the former mobster, but only manages to knock the albino out cold.
While not desirable to Electro, the result would suffice. He chuckles over the body of his opponent, making sure he doesn’t get up, before turning back to his red leathered prize.
“Now, where were we?” he says.
Seduction looks over Dillon’s shoulder at Killgrave, getting a nod of approval from her Master, a gesture that does not go unnoticed by the blonde waitress across the room.
“I think we were getting ready to go somewhere a little more private.” She says, seeing his electric pulses start to subside, taking a chance and holding out her hand to him.
He takes her hand, “The roof should be private enough” he responds as he leads her into a hallway.
Killgrave chuckles as he finishes his drink, Electro would be the perfect minion to help his Seduction on her corrupted path. He looks back over to the other side of the room and notices that in his deviation of attention, the waitress of the night was gone through a side door.
A few minutes later, Seduction appears on the roof top with her new follower. Her gloved hand gripping wrapped around his palm for the length of the stairs is more than enough contact to make him putty to her suggestion.
Dillon can’t understand what is happening to him. He feels as if he is drunk off of this woman he just met. Her touch is intoxicating, sending him on highs he’s only experienced before while using his powers. He can’t help but push her against a nearby door and pressing his lips roughly against hers, drinking in her breath.
In the shadows, the blonde woman from the bar who intently watched the communication between MJ and Dillon, as well as MJ and Killgrave, reveals her true self as she watches the two lovers. She removes the blonde wig to reveal red hair that rivals Seductions, showing her true identity, Natasha Romanov, the Black Widow.
The red-headed secret agent grumbles to herself. Her mission to infiltrate the super-villain underground and find Killgrave is a success, but to complete it she has to get to her communication equipment which sits on the other side the door currently acting as support for the lust of Electro and this new lady in red.
Natasha quietly groans as she watches Seduction put her hands on Electro’s shoulders, quickly spinning him around so that his back pounds against the steel door. As she sees Seduction slowly crouch down till her face is in line with Electro’s crotch, she thinks to herself that this obviously was going to take awhile.
Seduction’s hands free Max’s bulge from his jeans and quickly takes his shaft down her throat. She moans as she feels her husband’s enemy guiding his prick past her lips with his hands resting within her hair. She concentrates on the tip as her chemical-laid hands stroke the surprisingly massive member while her mouth devours his length.
Natasha squirmed a bit from the shadows, unknowingly reacting to the show in front of her. The short waitress mini skirt giving her easy access, her hand trembles as it slides between her thighs. While she concentrates on the display in front of the door, she starts to lightly finger her own sex, losing awareness of her surroundings.
“Harder, Miss Romanov!” Killgrave whispers from another shadow behind the Black Widow.
For a brief instant within her thoughts, Natasha curses herself. She had forgotten the Purple Man’s training in espionage and let him get to close to her. Only a second later, she feels her body obey, fingers pressing into her pussy lips, rubbing her clit much more vigorously.
Electro peers into the shadows, hearing the increased display of lust coming from beyond a chimney stack. Feeling his attention drawing from her, Seduction lifts her lips from the head of his cock and reaches to his sack, squeezing it tightly with the chemical induced glove.
She whispers, “Ignore them. Serve me. Fuck me.”
The chemicals working within Electro’s body went into overdrive. His concentration resumes as he grabs MJ by the shoulder and pulls her up his body, leaving his damp, hard prick poking through the wind of the roof. Quickly he moves to swing her between him and the wall, pushing Seduction chest into the door.
With a grunt, MJ feels the cold steel of the door pressing into her cheek as Electro undoes the red leather garments. Within the next few seconds, she feels the breeze blowing over her hard nipples as her top unzips and drops to the ground. A few seconds later, she feels her ass exposed to the same elements as Maxwell releases her from her pants, pulling them down below her knees. His need is too great to completely strip her, he just needs her now.
Electro doesn’t take much delicacy into the act of penetration as he pierces Mary Jane’s pussy hard and fast. His thick cock spreads her pussy lips wide as he fills her, only to almost completely pull from her sex and thrust into her a second time. Following the orders of Killgrave, he takes Seduction’s cunt for all he can each time, until the hard, slow pistons become deep, fast movements slamming his hips into the back of her thighs.
The sounds of lust continue to build on the rooftop as Killgrave needs his own release from the sexual tension, he walks over to the masturbating Widow, “Open your mouth, Natasha, I have a present for you”
As the Black Widow felt herself coming to orgasm already, she opened her mouth to Killgrave’s thin cock, which he pushed in quickly. Digging his fingers into Natasha’s read hair, he starts to skullfuck her with ferocity as he watches Mary Jane become a slut for one of her husband’s deadliest enemies.
“Penetrate yourself, Widow.” He commands
Natasha obliges without hesitation, pressing three fingertips into her soaking cunt. Her wrist starts to bend as she finger fucks her hole while having her mouth used for Killgrave’s own pleasure.
Seconds turned to minutes, and moans of heat turned to screams of desire as the men took their prizes. Killgrave was first to cum feeling the yells from Natasha’s filled mouth vibrating his cock into supplication for release. She becomes drunk off his psychotropic jizz as the juices from her pussy melt down her thighs.
It was 15 minutes later when the sexual escapade of Maxwell Dillon and Mary Jane Watson-Parker would finally end. Killgrave, with the Black Widow clinging to his leg, watches them entranced at their stamina till MJ’s final orgasm milks Electro’s prick. As he feels the first shot of cum freed, he pulls his cock from Seduction’s cunt, letting his juices spray over her white flesh with each stroke of his hand. He leans into her, letting his stomach squish his cum between their bodies, and drinks in her mouth in a deep kiss.
Killgrave had hoped for one additional piece of muscle tonight, but he had gotten more than he bargained for.
He reaches down, caressing his new fuck-slave’s red hair, “I had my Seduction to turn those to my will, and now I have my Black Widow to kill those that will not. Things couldn’t be going any lovelier!”