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The New Red Queen	By : marvelmaster616 Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Spiderman Views: 23867 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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The New Red Queen
Chapter 3: Perks and Proclivities
Midtown High School – Years Ago
“Over here! Hurry up, Flash!” urged an impatient Mary Jane Watson.
“Slow down, MJ!” said a breathless Flash Thompson, “and keep your voice down. If Coach Lee or Principal Kirby catches us…”
“They won’t,” she said assertively. “Even if they do, I’ll make damn sure it’s worth it!”
Mary Jane Watson was on a warpath. She didn’t care that the final bell hadn’t rung. She didn’t care that she ditched her last class of the day. She didn’t care that she was breaking a lot of rules and risking much more than another stint in detention. She needed this and she needed it now.
Flash Thompson, her current boyfriend/fuck buddy, could only struggle to keep up. She had just pulled him aside from gym class. He had been working out with the basketball team, making a few last-minute preparations for the first game of the season. He and his teammates had just been horsing around, waiting for the bell to ring. She then showed up, signaled him from across the court, and dragged him away before he could ask too many questions. The few answers she gave him made one thing clear. She was horny.
Not one to deny his smoking-hot girlfriend her needs, Flash let her drag him into an equipment closet next to the girl’s locker room. Why it had been unlocked was a mystery, but one he didn’t concern himself with. As soon as they were inside, Mary Jane closed the doors and locked it. She then pounced on her boyfriend, throwing her arms around his neck and smothering her boyfriend with a barrage of hungry kisses.
“Whoa! Damn, MJ! What has gotten into you?” said a breathless and sweaty Flash.
“Your dick, hopefully,” she teased in an overly seductive voice.
“MJ…” he said with a bemused glance.
“It’s been a long week, okay?” she said, rolling her eyes. “When I’ve had weeks like this – weeks where school and home stress me the hell out – I need to deal with it, okay?”
“And fucking in the middle of school is your way of dealing with it?”
When he said it out loud, that rational part of Mary Jane’s brain kicked in. Her warpath stalled, but only for a brief moment. It did sound pretty reckless, pulling her boyfriend aside and seducing him into sex. It had been an ongoing trend lately, her being reckless with her horniness.
This went beyond the whims of a hormonal teenager. This went beyond the whims of an admitted party girl who didn’t mind going all the way on the first date. Mary Jane knew she had a reputation as a slut. As time went on, she cared less and less about that reputation. Reckless or not, she knew what she wanted and she didn’t give a damn what anyone else thought.
“Look, I deal with a lot of crap. I know I deal with it in ways that aren’t exactly healthy,” said Mary Jane, still impatient as she kept her arms around his neck. “They still work for me. For whatever reason, a good fuck makes my day better!”
“I’m not judging. Hell, I’m not even complaining,” said Flash with a smirk. “I’m just not used to a girl being so…direct.”
“Well I’m not most girls. You should know that by now,” she said intently. “You should also know that when I get horny, I get impatient. Right now, I’m restless, I’m stressed, and I need to fuck…now!”
She didn’t let Flash stall for another second. She went back on her warpath, smothering his lips with hers again. This time, he remained silent and returned the gesture, still struggling to keep up. Still wearing his gym clothes, he reeked of sweat, but that only made Mary Jane even hornier. His thick male odor sent her hormones into overdrive, making her eager for his sex.
As their lips and tongues twirled, Mary Jane pushed him back until she pinned him up against a rack of volleyball equipment. They then hungrily made out, their hands wildly roaming over their clothed bodies. While Mary Jane usually enjoyed extended foreplay, she decided to skip a couple steps.
“Shorts off,” she commanded. “I’m going to suck your dick.”
Flash wordlessly complied, all too eager to heed his girlfriend’s lustful whims. He swiftly pushed his shorts down his thighs, along with his boxers. At the same time, Mary Jane dropped to her knees, grabbed the hem, and helped pull them down to his ankle. She then looked up at him, his now-exposed dick right in her face.
His instincts were finally catching up to hers. He began getting erect, but not fast enough. Mary Jane sought to expedite the process. Without the slightest bit of hesitation, she grasped his dick with one hand and took it into her mouth. In short order, she began sucking it.
“Ohhh fuck!” moaned Flash. “You…are so good at sucking dick.”
“What can I say? It’s a gift,” she teased.
With an eagerness few could match, Mary Jane bobbed her head along her boyfriend’s member, her lips and tongue sliding skillfully along his shaft. Flash let out more blissful moans, placing both hands on her head and running his fingers through her long, auburn hair. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the equipment, enjoying the blissful sensations that followed.
Along with those sensations, more blood flowed into his manhood. With an efficiency that tested the limits of male biology, Flash became fully erect. Any concerns he had about the rules they were breaking disappeared from his mind. His only concern was fucking his girlfriend the way she wanted – the way she needed.
As Mary Jane gorged on Flash’s cock, she used her free hand to prepare herself. She started by pulling down her revealing halter top and bra, exposing her well-developed breasts. After fondling her fleshy mounds for a bit, she unzipped her tight-fitting blue jeans and reached into her panties where she could feel the extent of her arousal.
“Mmm…so wet,” said Mary Jane with a seductive purr. “My pussy is so fucking wet!”
Saying it out loud made Flash’s cock twitch, as if it sensed an eager pussy close by. She certainly was eager. Mary Jane could feel the wet folds of her womanhood in her hand, fully engorged and in need of sex. Whether due to hormones or unhealthy means of dealing with her life, she was ready and so was Flash.
Looking up at him, she saw him open his eyes and look down at her as she gave his dick a few more hard sucks. His arousal had taken hold. He wanted this too and was eager to give it to her.
“You uh…got a condom?” he asked.
“Never leave home without them,” said Mary Jane with a grin as she reached into her back pocket. “Here…put one on, bend me over, and fuck me.”
“I love how simple you make things, Mary Jane.”
“Less talking! More fucking!”
Upon handing him the condom, Mary Jane stood up and slipped out of her pants. Flash knew her rule about safe sex. Condoms were non-negotiable. She made it clear that if she was going to be a slut, then she was going to be a responsible slut. It set her apart from other girls in ways that went beyond her ability to keep things simple.
As Flash put on the condom, Mary Jane stepped out of her pants and underwear. She left her halter top on. Taking it off would only take away from time they could spend fucking and they couldn’t have that. Now naked from the waist down, Flash took the initiative.
“Over here,” he said to her.
Not needing the details, Mary Jane followed his lead. She felt him grab her by the hips, lead her over to a folded-up table, and bend her over so that her heart-shaped ass faced his pelvis. Usually, he took a moment to admire her butt and he certainly admired it here. She could feel his hungry gaze on her, but her impatience wouldn’t let him admire for too long.
“Hurry up! Put it in already!” Mary Jane urged.
“Here it comes, MJ,” said Flash.
Heeding her calls, he positioned himself behind her. He then parted her legs a bit wider as he guided his cock to her wet entrance. As soon as the tip made contact with her outer folds, Flash thrust his hips forward and drove his rigid manhood into her vagina.
“Ooh yes! That’s what I want!” moaned Mary Jane.
“Fuck, you’re hot, MJ!” grunted Flash.
She wasn’t sure if he was referring to her pussy or her in general, but both seemed to work. With his hard member buried in her tight folds, he worked his pelvis back and forth, pumping his dick within her folds. Hot sensations followed as their bodies rocked in the dark, dingy ambience of the closet. These were the sensations that Mary Jane so eagerly sought. As they flowed through her, she entered that special daze where all her stress and worries just melted away.
Outside that daze, it was nothing special. It was just a couple of horny teenagers fucking in an equipment closet. Flash Thompson, the star athlete of Midtown High, was fucking Mary Jane Watson, the charismatic slut. He knew how she liked it. He didn’t go too fast, but he wasn’t overly gentle either. His fingers dug into her hips as he jerked his hips back and forth, his pelvis smacking against her butt every time he drove his dick into her. Her tight inner muscles tensed with every emotion, eagerly embracing his flesh with hers and drawing out more sensations.
Mary Jane did her part as well, slightly elevating her left leg and bucking her hips every time Flash thrust into her. She clung to the side of the table, her head drifting back as she let out moans of delight.
“Yes! Ohhh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Ooh I love it!” Mary Jane exclaimed.
“Mary Jane…so hot! So sexy!” moaned Flash with increasingly labored grunts.
The rhythm intensified. Their half-naked bodies rocked harder, rocking the table in the process. As her exposed breasts swayed to the rhythm, she felt Flash reach forward and grasp one of them. It helped draw her closer to that peak she craved.
The feeling came faster than usual. Either Mary Jane was just really horny or she was getting better at this. It was one of the lesser known benefits to being a slut. She got a lot of practice at sex and as a result, she knew how to maximize the feeling for both herself and her partner.
“Getting…so close!” panted Mary Jane.
“Already?” gasped Flash, still pushing towards his own peak.
“Yes! Please…fuck me harder! Make me cum!” she urged.
To make it easier for him, Mary Jane tapped into her sexual experience and shifted her body. She hitched her leg up a bit higher so that Flash could hold it up, allowing him to thrust into her at just the right angle. He now penetrated into her much deeper with every thrust, stimulating the deepest recesses of her depths. It also allowed her to really flex her inner muscles, adding some extra tightness around his dick, which helped draw him towards his own climax.
“Ohhh fuck, Mary Jane! You’re gonna…make me…cum!” grunted Flash, his face contorting to the intensifying sensations.
“Too late! I’m cumming first! I’m cumming!” Mary Jane cried out.
It happened even faster than she expected. Her body crossed that threshold between ascending towards a feeling and descending into it. Once the fall began, the feeling she craved washed over her.
Her lower back arched. Her legs tensed. As the orgasmic wave washed over her, she threw her head back and let out deep moan of euphoria. It was pleasure at its simple and most crude, but it was a pleasure she had come to master. All the complications surrounding school, family, and her future melted away, albeit temporarily, within this feeling.
Mary Jane became so lost in this feeling that she barely noticed when Flash achieved his climax as well. It took him a few extra thrusts. The intense throbbing of her inner muscles helped send him over the edge. When he climaxed, it wasn’t quite as big a spectacle. He just let out a deep gasp, squeezing her breast and thigh as the pleasure washed over him. His legs almost gave out, forcing him to lean against her for support. It made for an awkward position as they caught their breath, but it was worth it.
“God damn, Mary Jane,” said a dazed yet satisfied Flash. “You are…something else.”
“Thanks,” said Mary Jane, lingering in the feeling for as long as she could, “but I refuse to believe that I’m the only girl to fuck her boyfriend in an equipment closet.”
“Maybe so,” said Flash, “but the way you go about it – well, it sets you apart.”
Mary Jane laughed to herself. It was kind of crazy when she thought about it. She carried herself in a way that set her apart from other promiscuous girls her age. She was so direct and unapologetic about her proclivities. It surprised many, including the men she fucked. It may have been strange, but she wasn’t going to apologize for it.
“What can I say? I love to fuck and I don’t mind admitting it,” said Mary Jane.
“That’s refreshing…among other things,” said Flash with a goofy grin.
“It helps that I’m good at it too. I know what I like. I know what men like too. It doesn’t need to be more complicated than that…especially when I get horny.”
It was so simple. There was no room for argument and Flash didn’t even bother. Having both caught their breath, the two young lovers collected themselves. Flash withdrew his dick from Mary Jane’s pussy, removed the condom, and retrieved his gym shorts. As he gathered himself, Mary Jane let out a content sight as she tucked her breasts back into her shirt and retrieved her pants.
Within moments, they were dressed again. Flash was still sweaty from gym class so nobody would bat an eye if he looked a little extra winded. Mary Jane sensed she was still disheveled. Her shirt was wrinkled, her makeup was smeared, and her hair was a bit messier. She looked like someone who just had sex, but she didn’t care. This was what she wanted and she wasn’t going to apologize for embracing it.
“I better get going. Coach is probably looking for me,” said Flash, his daze having worn off.
“Then get your sexy ass in gear. I’ll catch up with you later…or when I get horny again. Whichever comes first,” said Mary Jane with a playful grin as she buttoned up her jeans.
Flash laughed before pulling her into another light embrace. She had a powerful effect on people and not just those she had sex with.
“Thanks for being so understanding. I know I said it once, but it’s worth saying again. You’re something else, Mary Jane.”
“Yeah, I get that a lot,” laughed Mary Jane, “and not just from the guys I fuck.”
“Being one of those lucky guys, I see it more than most. You’ve got a unique personality on top of a unique way of dealing with horniness.”
“Being honest about my needs shouldn’t be that unique,” she retorted.
“You’re right. It shouldn’t,” said Flash, “but being the guy dating a girl that’s so honest about being horny – well, I think that shit will take you to some unique places down the line.”
He sounded half-serious and half-playful. In Mary Jane’s experience, men didn’t get this serious after sex. She couldn’t help but dwell on it, even as Flash gave her a kiss before parting their embrace. Her approach to who she was, how she dealt with people, and how she saw herself was still evolving. She just wasn’t sure what it was evolving into.
“So…what kind of places do you think my uniqueness will take me?” she asked him.
“I have no idea,” said Flash, shaking his head as he opened the door to the closet, “but wherever it is, it’ll be ready for you…even if you’re not ready for it.”
Hellfire Club Penthouse – Present Time
“Holy shit! This is the penthouse?” said an astonished and amazed Mary Jane Watson.
“It’s part of it,” said Emma casually. “I’ll give you a tour later, but right now we have more urgent matters to tend to.”
“Yeah, we do,” she said as she looked around in amazement. “I don’t know if this is the wine talking, but I’m even more horny now.”
“Then I suggest we move with more urgency.”
Emma Frost made it seem so routine, but there was nothing routine about these surroundings. Mary Jane, despite being very horny, was overwhelmed by what she saw. This opulent penthouse was to be her new home to go along with her new job as manager of the Hellfire Club. Even for a high-end prostitute who was used to staying in five-star hotels with high-paying clients, it was pretty amazing.
Shortly after drinking the wine that made her so horny, Emma grabbed her wrist and led her to another private elevator located in the back of the Hellfire Club. This elevator actually utilized biometrics and a keycard to activate. Once it got moving, they ascended all the way to the top of the building. As soon as they got off, they entered what looked like the hallway of a Victorian Era palace. That hallway led to a large, two-door entrance to the penthouse. Inside, she got her first taste of the many perks that would come with running the Hellfire Club.
This place made some of the fancy condos owned by Wall Street types seem cheap. It had clearly been cleaned and renovated, most likely at Emma’s request. It had a kitchen the size of her first apartment, a specious living room larger than her old house in Queens, and a rooftop patio with beautiful view of New York City. It was hard to imagine her living in this fancy place, but it was a lot easier to imagine Spider-Man landing on that rooftop and making love to her under the night sky.
Her lurid imagination mixed well with the powerful desire building up within her. She would’ve loved to explore this new penthouse and see all the amenities it had to offer, but she had more pressing needs at the moment.
“This penthouse used to be the secondary residence of Sebastian Shaw, the former Black King and the omega-level asshole who raised Shanobi,” explained Emma as she led her through the spacious living room.
“Then I hope you cleaned the place thoroughly,” commented Mary Jane.
“Don’t worry. Every square inch of this penthouse was subject to extensive decontamination,” assured Emma. “Getting the stench of Sebastian Shaw and his bastard son was no easy task, but I’d say it’s worth the effort. This penthouse used to be a mere pit stop in the Inner Circle’s never-ending quest to raise the bar for decadence. Now that it’s in your hands, I trust that decadence will be better managed. That’s why I made sure one particular room remained relatively intact.”
“What room is that?” asked Mary Jane.
“Keep your panties on, darling…although not for much longer,” teased Emma. “You’ll see soon enough.”
The former White Queen moved with more urgency, leading Mary Jane down one of the halls and passing numerous closed doors along the way. They eventually reached the end, arriving at another set of double doors. Before opening them, Emma stopped and let go of Mary Jane’s wrist. She then cast her this ominous grin, as though she was looking forward to her reaction.
“Before we enter, you should know that there are certain elements of the Hellfire Club that can’t be easily expunged,” said Emma. “I’ve done all I can to remove the Inner Circle’s influence, but some of that influence is part of the culture here at the Hellfire Club.”
“I’m somewhat curious, Emma. I’m even partially concerned,” said Mary Jane, tensing awkwardly with each moment. “Right now though, I’m just too fucking horny to care. So just tell me already!”
“Very well,” she said with a mock sigh. “I just thought I’d prepare you because managing the Hellfire Club means often means making use of the available resources…and embracing the hell out of every chance to use them.”
The ominous grin on her face didn’t fade for a second as she opened the large doors. In doing so, she revealed a scene that made Mary Jane froze for both the right and wrong reasons. It also revealed that Emma Frost had made extensive preparations for this meeting. If she was looking to both impress and tempt her with the prospect of running the Hellfire Club, then it was safe to say she went the extra mile.
Standing before them in the middle of a large room were about a dozen or so tall, heavily-built men. They each had the size and stature of a professional athlete, bearing perfectly toned muscles that exuded all kinds of masculine strength. These muscles were on full display because they weren’t wearing much. They wore only a tight-fitting sleeveless leather shirt, matching black leather pants, and masks that showed only their eyes and mouths. By every measure, these were very attractive men and their attire made it a point to highlight this.
On top of this, the room they stood in looked like it had been ripped right out of an S&M club. There were beds that had restraints built into it, elaborate sex swings hanging from the walls, tables full of various sex toys and bondage accessories, and even elaborate racks for restraining hapless/lucky participants. Mary Jane knew that Shanobi Shaw had been into some kinky shit when he tried seducing her. She had no idea he took it this far.
At the moment though, she focused on the dozen masked servants standing before her within this kinky ambience. They all stood side-by-side like disciplined soldiers. When they saw Emma Frost enter, they each respectfully bowed as though she were royalty.
“Mary Jane Watson…let me introduce you to the Hellfire Club’s official servants,” said Emma Frost proudly as she gestured towards the men. “They will be – among other things – your loyal staff.”
“Hello, Mistress Frost,” they all greeted in perfect unison. “Hello, Mistress Watson. We look forward to serving you.”
“Um…hi?” said Mary Jane awkwardly.
They didn’t carry themselves like men who were simply employed by the Hellfire Club. They showed now fear, no discomfort, and no personality of any kind. They looked more like drones than guards. Mary Jane couldn’t help but wonder what happened to them. In her current state, however, she could only wonder so much.
“First, allow me to set some of your concerns at ease,” said Emma, sensing some of her concerns. “No, these men aren’t slaves…in a manner of speaking. They are unfortunate victims of the Inner Circle’s old workplace policies. You see, both Shaw and the former Black Queen placed a high priority on loyalty. So they found a few healthy young men with no families and few opportunities for a special kind of conditioning.”
“Conditioning?” said Mary Jane anxiously.
“You don’t need to know the details, darling. I don’t even know the full story. Hell, we’re probably better off not knowing. Just assume that the Inner Circle found a way to turn these men into handsome, mindless studs who will do anything you ask. I’ve read their minds. I tried undoing their conditioning. It cannot be done. So rather than throw away a bunch of perfectly good workers with nowhere to go and no other purpose, I kept them on staff. It turns out they’re still eager to serve. Allow me to demonstrate.”
Mary Jane still had concerns, but her curiosity – as well as her horniness, for that matter – overshadowed those concerns. She just stood back and watched as Emma Frost casually walked towards the middle of the room and stood before them with an authoritative poise.
“You three,” she said, pointing out to three of the servants. “Step forth and disrobe. Take everything off, except the mask.”
“Yes, Mistress Frost,” the three servants replied obediently.
As instructed, the three men stepped forward away from the other and proceeded to take off their clothes. They did not hesitate. They did not show a trace of awkwardness or reservation in any way. They just did as Emma requested, removing the top parts of their tight-fitting uniforms first before removing their pants and boots.
Their obedience was impressive, but Mary Jane found herself more impressed by their appearance. Those uniforms left little to the imagination to begin with. Now fully exposed, their manly muscles on full display along with their generous endowments, she felt a rush of arousal throughout her lower body.
“Wow,” said Mary Jane, her legs shifting as she admired the study features of these men.
“As you can see, each servant is in pristine shape,” Emma continued, as though she were giving a tour. “Their conditioning makes them immune to fatigue, illness, and physical shortcomings of any kind.”
“In other words, they’re uniquely endowed,” she said, still admiring them.
“Yes. I suppose that’s a fitting term,” said Emma with a humored grin. “They’re tough, loyal, and dedicated. They also can be gentle when they need to be.”
Still addressing the three nude men, the former White Queen approached them. The three men remained still and stern, ready to heed whatever command their mistress gave them. They didn’t even flinch when she casually reached out and pawed their chests.
“Alright, my loyal servants,” she said to them. “Undress me.”
“Yes, Mistress Frost,” they said in unison.
They complied every bit as obediently as before. The three muscular men stepped closer to their mistress and did as she requested, removing her clothes with the utmost care, as though they were touching a real queen. One of them unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her white lace bra. Another undid her pants and pulled them down, revealing matching lace panties. The third actually got down on his knees to remove Emma’s shoes, a testament to the extent of his submission towards her.
Once stripped down to her underwear, Emma casually adjusted her arms so that one of the servants could remove her bra. She then wiggled her hips as the other two servants removed her panties, sliding them down her shapely legs. Upon stepping out of her underwear, she turned back towards Mary Jane, showing off her fully nude form.
Having worked in a strip club, Mary Jane had seen plenty of naked women. Being very straight in her sexual preferences, she never found another woman’s nude form all that attractive. However, even she couldn’t deny that Emma Frost was a beautiful woman. Her perfect hourglass figure, platinum blonde hair, flawless skin, and large breasts – which were definitely surgically enhanced – would draw envy from any woman and insane desire from any man.
“Ah. That’s better. It’s too hot for clothes anyways,” said Emma coyly.
“The ex-stripper in you shows, Emma,” teased Mary Jane.
“Hardly,” she scoffed. “A stripper merely gets naked to entice men into throwing money at them. I’m just making it easier to enjoy the loyalty of these studly servants. And since you’re now the manager of the Hellfire Club, you can too.”
It finally began to sink in for Mary Jane. She didn’t just accept a new job. She entered a new world of sorts, one where decadence and desire were celebrated instead of hidden. Having spent so much time and energy avoiding law enforcement, it was refreshing. The limits that had shackled her since before she became a prostitute were finally lifted. She could now indulge in these desires as she saw fit.
As Mary Jane’s mind raced with all the lurid possibilities, Emma turned back towards the three naked men standing next to her. They remained stoic, not even daring to admire her naked body without permission. She cast them a seductive yet dominating glance, showing that she enjoyed wielding such authority.
“Come. Why don’t we let Ms. Watson here get acquainted with her new staff?” said Emma as she pawed the chest of the nearest servant.
“Acquainted?” asked Mary Jane, as if she didn’t already know the lurid subtext of her words.
“They’re yours to command. Do whatever you need to do with them,” said the former White Queen casually. “In the meantime, these strapping studs will carry me over to the bed, lay me down, and pleasure me as I see fit. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Mistress Frost,” the three servants replied obediently.
“Very clear,” Mary Jane found herself saying.
Taking Emma’s command very literally, the three naked servants lifted her up in their arms – one holding her legs, one holding her waist, and the other holding her shoulders. Then, as holding a large precious gem, they carried her over to the bed.
This left a very restless and still very horny Mary Jane Watson behind with nine other servants, none of which had moved a muscle since they entered. Once Emma disappeared from sight, her gaze narrowed on these handsome men who were now completely under her control. Still standing in the main doorway, she finally walked into the room and approached them.
“Um…servants?” she said to them, not sounding nearly as authoritative as Emma.
“Yes, Mistress Watson?” they all replied in perfect unison.
It sounded strange, being addressed with such respect and obedience. It made her feel like much more than a high-end prostitute. Armed with this new authority, Mary Jane decided to test her new status.
“Take off your clothes,” she told them, this time with more force in her voice.
It was an unoriginal request, no different than the one Emma gave to the three other servants. Even so, the servants standing before her did as she requested, removing their uniforms with utmost urgency. As she watched these muscular men strip, she felt the heat between her legs grow. They were every bit as handsome and fit as the three men Emma took with her, perfectly cut with manly muscles and very nicely endowed. Her mouth went dry with as all the lurid possibilities coursed through her mind.
‘Wow. So this is what it feels like to be on the other end of the pole, so to speak. Now I understand why some men get such a thrill out of it. Or maybe I’m just THAT horny.’
Once the men finished undressing, they stood in line again, waiting for her command. She was now just in the center of the room, surrounded by all these kinky setups. Except Mary Jane wasn’t in the mood for some elaborate erotic show. She just wanted to fuck.
‘I’ve never been this horny before. I don’t know what was in that wine, but I swear I could fuck a football team! These men, this place, this job – it’s so unreal, but it’s here for me to embrace. I’ve backed down from chances like this before. Not this time!’
Mary Jane briefly glanced over towards Emma and the three other servants. She saw the former White Queen already enjoying himself. The three men laid her in the center of the bed. She then had them kiss around her neck, breasts, and inner thighs. She was already letting out moans of contentment, enjoying the pleasures granted by her authority. Mary Jane wasn’t about to be left behind.
Adopting the same devious as Emma, she turned back towards the nine nude servants at her disposal. Being so horny and so eager to embrace this opportunity, Mary Jane Watson let her decadent impulses guide her.
“Alright studs, time to get to work!” she said in a stern tone. “Your mistress is very horny. Every one of you better be as fit as you look because I’m going to fuck every one of you until I’m satisfied. Understand?”
“Yes, Mistress Watson,” each servant said obediently, bowing their heads as a show of submission.
“Mistress Watson…that starting to sound good,” said Mary Jane, flushed with excitement. “Now come over here and rip my clothes off. Don’t be slow. Don’t be careful. Rip them off!”
Her words were laced with lust, devoid of reservations or considerations of any kind. Mary Jane now operated in a level solely focused to fulfill her burning desires. If that mean losing a set of clothes, so be it.
The nine servants didn’t second-guess her command. They each surrounded her, forming a circle as they rushed to heed their new mistress’ commands. Two of the servants reached out and grabbed the top part of her halter top while two more grabbed the lower part. Then, with strength every bit as impressive as their muscles, they pulled it in multiple directions, ripping through the fabric in the process. For a mere half-second, her bra was still intact, but two other servants reached in and ripped that off too.
Her upper body now exposed, the other servants went to work tearing at her pants. They practically clawed around the hem, trying to get it off as if their lives depended on it. Mary Jane had to shift her body around within the mass of groping hands, wiggling her hips so they could at least get the zipper undone. As soon as it loosened though, they demonstrated their strength again, tugging at the denim and ripping through the seams. They even manage to rip through her panties in the process.
Now fully naked with her clothes in tatters, Mary Jane casually kicked off her heels and followed her next impulse. There was so much she could do with these men. She dared to get a little creative in satisfying her desires.
“You there!” said Mary Jane, singling out one of the servants. “Lie down on your back.”
“Yes, Mistress Watson,” said the servant.
The others made room while he complied, lying flat on his back, just as she demanded. Once in place, Mary Jane stood over him, proudly wielding her newfound authority.
“I’m going to straddle your face,” she told the servant. “Once I do this, start eating my pussy out. Be gentle, but thorough. I want to cum!”
“It will be done, Mistress Watson.”
That title was already growing on her. It emboldened her in ways that helped further fuel her desire.
With both feet planted at the sides of the servant’s head, Mary Jane squatted down and straddled his face. Almost immediately, she felt him lick and tease her moist outer folds. It sent some overdue sensations of bliss through her body, but they were hardly enough.
Looking up, she saw that she was still surrounded by eight well-endowed men. Her mouth watered at the sight of so much manly flesh. She yearned to taste it while they tasted her.
“You two, come here!” Mary Jane commanded, pointing towards two other servant. “I’m going suck your dicks.”
“Yes, Mistress Watson,” they said obediently as they stepped forth.
“You two,” she said, pointing to two more servants. “Touch me. Fondle my breasts. Massage my skin. Do whatever you must to pleasure me!”
“Yes, Mistress Watson,” these servants said as they stepped forth as well.
“Mistress Watson…that just sounds so right!” she said, getting more excited by the second. “The rest of you, start stroking your cocks. Get them nice and hard! I’m going to need them very soon!”
Each servant complied with her orders, getting in position to fulfill their mistress’ desires. The first two servants stood to her right, their dicks in their hands as they presented them to Mary Jane as if they were her favorite treats. She immediately accepted, taking a dick in each hand and sucking the one closest to her.
As she gorged on this manly flesh, the other two servants knelt down and began groping her with their powerful hands. One servant reached around from behind and grasped both her breasts, kneading and fondling them with uncanny skill, hinting that they had been conditioned with other skills besides obedience.
The other servant kissed down her neck and shoulders, gently nibbling on her naked skin and inhaling her scent. As he did this, he trailed his hand down her back, sending shivers up her spine. Then, when he reached her butt, he carefully slipped one of his fingers into her anus, sending even more shivers through her body.
“Ooh! You guys are skilled,” purred Mary Jane in approval.
Slipping deeper into her lustful gaze, the experienced sex worker got sloppy and reckless for once. She went back and forth between the two dicks she was sucking, hungrily sucking and licking each shaft, not caring as trails of saliva dripped down her face. She let out hungry grunts and blissful purrs with every act, each supplemented by the touching and groping from the other servants.
The echoes of her pleasure seemed to encourage the servants standing around her. They all watched intently, stroking their dicks every step of the way and becoming fully erect. It was a hot, lewd spectacle, but one that only emboldened Mary Jane.
‘All this pleasure. All this power. Now it’s mine to wield. I can embrace my desires on my terms…my needs. And boy do I have needs!’
As Mary Jane continued to gorge, eagerly rode the servants face, shoving her pussy against his mouth and forcing his tongue into the depths of her vagina. The servant struggled to keep up, but didn’t dare temper his efforts. He ended up using his hands, holding onto her thighs to keep them spread so he could effectively lap his tongue along her outer folds. It flooded her body with sharp sensations of pleasure, drawing her rapidly towards her peak.
“Yeah! Just like that! Just like that!” gasped Mary Jane in between sucking each dick. “Make me cum! Make…me…cum!”
She rode the servants face harder, approaching her climax in what had to be a record for her. It might have been the wine. It might have been the newfound authority. Whatever it was, it brought Mary Jane Watson to the brink of orgasm with stunning efficiency. It came so fast that she didn’t notice the servant she was blowing near his climax as well.
“Mistress Watson! I’m going to…” he grunted.
“Do it! Ohhh do it!” Mary Jane cried out. “Cum on me! Cum on me now!”
Right on command, the servant she was sucking jerked his hips and let out a deep grunt as he released his load right onto her face. Moments later, Mary Jane crossed the threshold as well and achieved orgasm. She firmly squeezed the dick of each servant she had been sucking, closing her eyes and throwing her head back as the feeling washed over her. Each servant remained intently focused, watching her as she savored the pleasure. It was as if pleasuring her gave them pleasure in return.
This decadent yet effective spectacle impressed even Emma Frost, who had been watching it unfold from the bed. She cast Mary Jane an approving grin, even as the three servants tending to her remained focused on pleasing her. Like anyone else who had seen her perform at the Hellfire Club, Emma knew that Mary Jane was a very sexual woman. This latest act was a testament to the extent of her sexiness.
“Just when I thought you couldn’t be more qualified for this job,” said Emma. “You continue to prove yourself, Ms. Watson. You also put on a damn good show.”
Never one to fall too far behind in this decadent world, Emma Frost turned towards the three servants pampering her. The wine alone made her quite horny. Now fully aroused, she was ready to do something about it.
“You, lie on your back,” she said, pointing to one of the servants. “I’m going to ride your cock.”
The former White Queen then pointed to the other two servants who had been massaging her breasts.
“You two, get over here and present your dicks to me,” she said. “I’m going to suck them so they’re nice and ready. Just don’t you dare cum until I say so.”
“Yes, Mistress Frost,” they each said.
The three servants did as she asked. One got on his back while the other two propped themselves up on their knees and began stroking their dicks, getting nice and erect for their mistress to enjoy.
As Emma got ready to vent her burning desires, Mary Jane was ready to step up her efforts as well. Her oral-induced orgasm had been enjoyable, but it was hardly sufficient. She was still very horny. She needed more than this to satisfy her needs…much more.
“Still so fucking horny!” said Mary Jane as she rose up off the servant under her. “Alright studs, time to step it up! I’m going to lie on my back and you’re going to fuck me…hard. You’re going to fuck me until I tell you to stop! Is that clear?”
“Yes, Mistress Watson,” each of the nine servants said with a hint of determination in their tone.
Not bothering with a bed or some elaborate setup, Mary Jane just laid down on the thickly carpeted floor. Streaks of semen and saliva were still dripping down her face as she looked up at the crowd of naked male servants surrounding her. She had just sampled her desires at this point. She was now ready to fully indulge them.
“You!” said Mary Jane, pointing to a random servant who had been stroking his cock. “You go first. Get over here and fuck me!”
“Yes, Mistress Watson. I will fuck you,” said the servant with great eagerness in his tone.
The dedicated servant dropped down to the floor, his cock still in hand as he hovered over her. Mary Jane then eagerly parted her legs, allowing him to get into position. Now on his knees with her legs draped over his shoulders, he guided his erect dick into her pussy and began humping her. There was no teasing or playful gestures. There was only strict obedience. She ordered him to fuck her and that was exactly what he did.
“Yeah! That’s it! This…this is what I want!” moaned Mary Jane.
Slipping deeper into her daze, the unapologetic slut in her took over. She closed her eyes and fondled her breasts as her body rocked to sexual rhythm. The servant put his toned muscles to good use, digging his knees into the floor and working his hips in steady, thorough motion. His erect manhood pumped and slithered within the tight folds of her pussy, sending more sharp sensations through her body. It was basic, raw, and somewhat crude, but Mary Jane loved every second of it.
As her blissful moans filled the room, Emma joined in the spirit. She was now on top of one of the servants, riding his cock vigorously while rubbing her swollen clit. The two servants next to her supplemented the feeling, rubbing and massaging her breasts as her hips gyrated to the rhythm. Even as she enjoyed these sensations, she still took notice of Mary Jane’s efforts.
‘You just got the job and already, you’re fitting in, darling. This is why I wanted you and only you. You don’t repress what you are. You’re a slut, Mary Jane. I am too. We like to fuck and we’re not afraid to admit it That kind of spirit will take you far in the Hellfire Club!’
This psychic message echoed within Mary Jane’s mind, but she barely noticed. She was too busy enjoying herself, rocking her body to the hard humping motions of the servant on top of her. She enjoyed this raw, basic feeling every bit as much as Emma, showing she could embrace the decadent spirit of the Hellfire Club in her own unique way.
Mary Jane let out more moans as the servant pounded into her, his pelvis smacking against hers as he drove his dick into her pussy. She felt her naked skin grind against the carpet, working up a good sweat in the process. She was approaching another orgasm. Once again, whether by the effects of the wine or the heat of the moment, her body surprised her with its capacity for pleasure. In her lustful state, she craved that feeling once more.
“Harder! Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder!” Mary Jane urged the servant.
“Yes…Mistress Watson,” the servant grunted. “Forgive me. I’m getting…so close. Don’t think…I can hold it.”
“Then don’t! Cum if you have to! Fill me up!” she exclaimed. “Just don’t…stop…fucking me!”
Her crude words shocked her, but not enough to temper her burning desires. Emma said these men had been conditioned. She figured that meant they were clean and cumming inside her wouldn’t be an issue. Mary Jane was so used to being careful, both as a prostitute and a woman who just liked to fuck. She had a chance to just let loose for once and she took it.
The servant humped her harder, grabbing her by the ankles and working his hips back and forth as his dick slithered within her pussy. Mary Jane could tell by his grunts that he was close, more so than she was. He did his best to hold out for her, but eventually his bodily limits caught up with him. He climaxed and he did it inside her.
“Ohhh Mistress!” he moaned.
His hips slowed and his member throbbed within her depths. Mary Jane felt a thick load of manly fluid shoot up into her. It was so warm and hot, a feeling she became fond of after Peter came into her life. This wasn’t the same, but it still felt good.
The servant did as much as he could. He fucked her, just as Mary Jane had requested. However, she remained unsatisfied. Another orgasm remained tantalizingly close. Knowing the servant on top of her could no longer fuck her as hard as she needed, she opened her eyes and her gaze narrowed on one of the other servants.
“You! Take his place and continue fucking me!” she ordered.
“Yes, Mistress Watson,” said the servant.
Like well-trained soldiers, the servants coordinated to continue satisfying their mistress. The one on top of her, whose dick was still throbbing from his peak, pulled out and got off of her. Before Mary Jane could even relax her legs, the other servant got on top of her and guided his dick into her. He didn’t mind the fluids that spilled out of her pussy. He just grabbed her by the thighs and began humping her, matching the same heated rhythm the first servant established.
“Yes! Just like that! Fuck me like that!” Mary Jane cried out.
There was no stopping her this time. With one hand still on her breast, Mary Jane reached down to massage her clit as the servant fucked her. She watched as he dug his feet into the carpet, driving his dick up into her pussy. She also saw the rest of the servants still standing around her, their cocks in their hands as they watched her intently, waiting for her orders and remaining ready the moment she beckoned.
That moment promised to come sooner rather than later. Mary Jane felt herself on the brink of another orgasm. She supplemented the servant’s motions by digging the balls of her feet into his lower back, adding more force to his humping. Between the servant’s efforts and her own, Mary Jane achieved that blissful peak once more. This time, she was even more vocal.
“Ohhh yes!” she cried out.
Her cries were like music to the ears of her servants. They all watched intently as she arched her back, elevated her hips slightly, and curled her toes as the orgasmic sensations washed over her. The servant humping her actually stopped so he could admire the spectacle. It was another act of uncanny obedience, prioritizing her needs over theirs. They were good servants and Mary Jane needed that if she was going to satisfy her desires.
Much to Emma’s chagrin, Mary Jane was now ahead of her, having climaxed twice. Still riding one of the servants and approaching her own peak, she cast the fiery redhead a bemused grin. Working with her was sure to be lucrative, but it also promised to challenge her in unexpected ways.
“Mmm…you think you can out-fuck me?” said Emma. “Darling…you’ve got another thing coming!”
Turning her attention back to the servant under her, she placed both hands on his chest and rode him harder, gyrating her hips and working his dick within her pussy. She worked it harder, sensing the servant was close to climaxing as well. However, she made sure she climaxed first. When the feeling hit, she made it a point to moan louder than Mary Jane.
The redhead definitely took notice, even as she immersed herself in orgasmic bliss. She could see across the room as Emma leaned back, squeezed her butt, and let out a cry of euphoria. The throbbing of her pussy must have been pretty intense because the servant under her climaxed soon after, letting out a deep grunt as he shot released his load inside her. Mary Jane sensed what she was doing, but didn’t make much of it. She just cast her a playful grin before turning back to the servants before her.
If this was a challenge, then Mary Jane was ready to prove herself. She had always been competitive. She was also still very horny, despite having had two powerful orgasms. If this was how Emma wanted to break her into her role with the Hellfire Club, so bit it.
“Oh it’s on!” said Mary Jane with a devious grin.
With nine loyal servants still eager to please her, Mary Jane formulated a plan for venting her desires. Rising up into a sitting position, her legs still hitched around the waist of one of her servants. So far, she had been direct and orderly with her instructions. In order to feed her desires, she needed more than that. To achieve the satisfaction she sought, she needed to take another chance.
“Time to step it up, studs!” said Mary Jane. “I still need to fuck…a lot. So stop gawking, start coordinating, and fuck me senseless!”
“Yes, Mistress Watson,” they all said eagerly.
Abandoning any lingering reservations or restraints, Mary Jane let her lustful whims run wild, hoping that these loyal servants could keep up. She practically shoved the servant she was straddling down onto the floor. His dick was still inside her and her pussy was still throbbing from her climax, but she still craved more.
With the man now flat on his back, completely at his mistress’ mercy, Mary Jane propped herself up on her feet so that she was in a squatting position. She then used the extra leverage to start riding the servant’s dick, pounding her pelvis down against his with reckless fervor. The wet smacking sound of her flesh clashing with his filled the room as she drove his rigid flesh up into her depths, evoking a new round of sensations.
As she began riding this servant with dominating poise, the other servants coordinated as she requested, moving in closer to their mistress so they could please her. They soon surrounded her, their dicks in hand, as if to present them to Mary Jane as gifts. She accepted every one of them eagerly, grasping any erect dick in her reach and sucking whichever one came close to her face. She didn’t spend much time sucking or stroking one particular dick. She treated it like a buffet, going from dick to dick, licking and slobbering over every cock, even as she rode the servant under her.
She was sloppier than before. She did not employ any of the techniques or skill she used when giving a blowjob to a client or to Peter. This time, Mary Jane just let herself indulge, enjoying the taste of hard cocks as though they were her favorite meal. She had gone to such lengths to fulfill the fantasies of horny men. Now, it was her turn.
“Mmm…I love cock!” Mary Jane proclaimed proudly at one point.
Not one to be left behind, Emma stepped up her efforts as well. She didn’t linger for too long after her orgasm. With her pussy still throbbing, she rose up off the servant she had been riding and repositioned herself.
“No more games. It’s time to really fuck!” said Emma intently as she turned to the three servants on the bed. “Selene conditioned you. Time to put it the test! Pick a hole, fuck it, and make me cum until I’ve had enough or pass out…whichever comes first!”
“As you wish, Mistress Frost,” the servants said obediently.
The former White Queen made it a little easier for them, getting on her hands and knees in the center of the bed. One servant then got in front of her, his dick in hand, and presented it to her. She began sucking it almost immediately, daring to be every bit as fervent as Mary Jane.
Another servant then got behind her and placed one hand on her butt. He then guided his erect dick towards her ass, rubbing the tip against her anus. Seeing as how Emma didn’t specify which hole to fuck, the servant didn’t wait for permission before thrusting his hips forward, driving his dick into her ass.
Emma let out a sharp gasp, her experience with anal sex ensuring a swift transition from momentary discomfort to a fresh round of pleasure. Once again showing off her level of sexual prowess, she began rocking her body, working the servant’s dick within her ass.
“Yes! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Fuck all my holes!” said Emma, making sure Mary Jane heard her vulgar pleas.
Despite sucking and stroking multiple dicks, Mary Jane heard this loud and clear. Even within her lustful days, she hadn’t forgotten her competitive nature. Emma wasn’t going to make this easy for her. She didn’t want this to be easy. She had taken the easy, irresponsible path one too many times in her life. She was ready for a greater challenge.
“Mmm…use all my holes,” said Mary Jane as she looked up at the handsome servants around her. “Good idea!”
The servants didn’t need a clear order this time. They got the message loud and clear, as if Emma’s louder moans weren’t enough.
Mary Jane briefly stopped her fervent riding of the servant under her for a moment. With his dick still in her pussy, she bent over to give the other servants room. Once again, they coordinated well. Two got behind her, their dicks already slick from her skilled sucking. One got into position, knelt down onto the floor, and guided his member towards her heart-shaped butt. Just like the other servant did with Emma, he did not wait for permission. He just thrust his hips forward, driving his dick into her anus. This time, it was Mary Jane’s turn to moan in a way that reverberated throughout the room.
“Ohhh yeah! I love it! I love to fuck! I…love…to…fuck!” Mary Jane proclaimed.
Within this potent mix of burning lust and intense competition, Mary Jane and Emma Frost went to work pushing the limits of their desire. Emma rocked the bed harder, her body moving back and forth as one servants fucked her face while the other fucked her ass. Mary Jane was now effectively sandwiched between two men, one pumping up into her pussy while the other fucked her ass.
The pace and fervor of every body movement intensified. Mary Jane, now covered in sweat with thick trails of saliva dripping down her face, bucked her hips as two dick pumped into her. As sensations shot up through her core, she continued stroking and sucking the dicks in front of her. One of the servants ended up ejaculating right in her face. Another ended up shooting a load on her breasts. She eagerly licked both loads up, not slowing down for a second.
“Mmm…yummy,” she purred.
Not to be outdone, Emma sucked the servant in front of her a bit harder. Then, she used her large, surgically enhanced breasts to titty fuck him until he climaxed. She roughly pressed her breasts together around his shaft, causing him to let out a heavy moan as he released his load. She also made sure he sprayed most of his on her face and breasts, allowing her to lick it up as well.
‘I like your tastes, darling. I admire your spirit as well. You’re not afraid to get down and dirty. But just how dirty are you willing to get?’
This telepathic message set the stage for a heated, chaotic outburst of decadence. There could be no restraint. There could be no repression. This was the Hellfire Club. This was where hedonistic indulgence reigned supreme and Mary Jane Watson willingly embraced that spirit.
Now making use of all three holes, as well as her breasts, Mary Jane let this decadent outburst devolve into a full-fledged gangbang. The first two servants who fucked her from behind simultaneously humped hard until they came, first in her pussy and then in her ass. They didn’t linger though. Shortly after they pulled out, two more took their place, one getting under her and the other getting on top of her so they could keep fucking her in both holes. They rocked her body with the same fervor as before, fucking her until Mary Jane achieved another orgasm, filling the room with her blissful cries once more.
More orgasms followed as the servants fucked the voluptuous redhead in quick succession, showing uncanny coordination to ensure that the heated rhythm didn’t wane. They kept her on the floor for the most part, ensuring she remained sandwiched between two men while she continued sucking any cock within her reach. At times, they turned her over so that the servant under her fucked her ass while the one on top took her pussy. At one point, two servants lifted her up off the floor and held her in their arms as they bounced her up and down their dicks. It didn’t matter which position they used. Mary Jane’s blissful moans still filled the room.
It became so chaotic and heated that it was hard to tell when she climaxed or how many times she achieved one. It didn’t matter to the servants. Mary Jane didn’t tell them to stop. She didn’t even tell them to slow down. It was a true test of their conditioning, requiring them to remain aroused and achieve multiple orgasms themselves. Their conditioning set them apart from most men, but Mary Jane still pushed their abilities.
“More…give me more!” she often said in between sucking dicks.
Her ability to test the limits of nine well-endowed servants did plenty to convince Emma Frost that she had what it took to run the Hellfire Club. As the gangbang with Mary Jane got more chaotic, she could only do so much with the three servants in her bed.
‘She has an advantage in terms of sheer numbers…and she’s exploiting that. She hasn’t even started yet and already I’m proud.’
The former White Queen kept this thought to herself, choosing instead to focus on her own decadence. After the servant fucking her ass brought her to orgasm, she didn’t let up. She pounced on the servant she tit-fucked, sucking his dick again while he ate her pussy out. Once he got erect again, Emma got on top of him, guided his dick back into her pussy, and began riding him again. She also had the first servant she fucked get on top and fuck her ass.
She ended up cycling through each servant, having them take turns with her various holes. When one climaxed in her, she used her tits or lips to get them hard again while another took his place. Again, their conditioning impressed her. Whatever the former Black Queen did to them was pretty extensive. It ensured they got erect quickly after their release, ensuring the decadence didn’t cease. It also ensured Emma could achieve multiple orgasms. She stopped keeping track at one point, limited only by her desire to indulge.
Like Mary Jane, Emma worked up a good sweat as the three servants rocked her body in various positions. True to her former role, she favored more dominating positions, often staying on top and guiding the servants into various feats of decadence. She rode one servant while facing away from him, sucking the dicks of the two other servants at the same time. She had one of them fuck her ass while the other lay under her, using his tongue to stimulate her pussy. She even laid on her side, one leg hitched up while two servants took a position on each side of them, fucking both holes at the same time.
Whether driven by intoxication from the wine or competition over who was more decadent, Mary Jane Watson and Emma Frost pushed themselves to vent every ounce of desire. Not a shred of ecstasy could go to waste. The servants did their part. Emma and Mary Jane did theirs tpp, embracing the spirit and opportunity the Hellfire Club gave them.
They both lost track of time, not knowing how long this decadence played out. However, when they neared their limits, both physically and mentally, they knew it.
“Almost…there!” grunted Mary Jane, her voice now strained. “Just…a little bit…more!”
“Yes! I’m close…too!” said a breathless Emma Frost. “I’m…so…close!”
By now, even the servants had grown exhausted. The ones surrounding Mary Jane could no longer stand. Each sat around, sweaty and exhausted with their dicks tripping from various fluids. Only one remained. Mary Jane was on her back again, her legs bent back as she clung to the plush carpet. The servant on top of her held onto her thighs, driving his hips back and forth, grunting hard as he pushed to give his mistress one last climax.
The servant fucking Emma was just as winded. Once again, the former White Queen was on her hands and knees while he was behind, fucking her pussy. The other two could barely move, now lying on the bed and just watching their mistress. She was focused on achieving her final climax, but she also kept an eye on Mary Jane, as if to make sure they shared this last round of ecstasy.
‘You’re doing it. You’re actually keeping up with me, Ms. Watson. I hope you appreciate how rare that is. You have so much unrealized potential. You’ll realize so much more of it here at the Hellfire Club.’
This last bit of encouragement came just in time. After a few more strenuous humps, Mary Jane achieved one last orgasm. Again, she closed her eyes and arched her body as the orgasmic surge shot through her. The servant, upon feeling the tight throbbing around his dick, ceased his movements almost immediately, holding onto his mistress to assure she was fully satisfied.
Emma achieved her orgasm shortly after. She squeezed the ruffled-sheets of the bed, curled her toes, and held on as one last round of ecstasy consumed her. The servant maintained a strong grip on her hips, holding her as she enjoyed the feeling.
When the ecstasy for both women passed, they each let out a deep moan. Then, the chamber finally fell silent. The air remained thick with the smell of sweat and sex, a fitting monument of sorts to the scale of the decadence they just enjoyed.
“Wow. That was…intense,” said a very tired Mary Jane Watson.
“Are you…satisfied?” asked the servant on top of her.
“I can barely move,” she said with a light laugh, “so yeah…I’m satisfied.”
The servant pulled out and almost collapsed, leaning back on his arms and catching his breath like the others. It left Mary Jane alone on the floor of the rug, covered and sweat with streaks of cum dripping down much of her upper body. She could various fluids dripping from her pussy and ass, the echoes of the ecstasy from so many orgasms still radiating within her core. She was so drained she could barely move.
While her body definitely needed some time, her mind soon settled. The scope of what she just did sank in. For once, Mary Jane dared to exercise the sheer breadth of her sexuality. It proved messy and exhausting, but it was so worth it.
“I think…I’m going to like working here,” she said to herself.
Emma sensed her contentment as well. After her climax passed, the servant withdrew from her pussy and laid back on the bed. She was tempted to do the same, if only to rest certain parts of her lower body. However, Emma was no stranger to this kind of decadence. This wasn’t even the most extreme act in which she had participated. While she didn’t intend to put Mary Jane through the same rigors she endured with the Inner Circle, she felt assured that this woman could handle herself.
“Take a breath, darling. You’ve done your part,” Emma said to the servant. “We both have.”
The servant almost collapsed on the spot. Emma, however, had enough strength to slip off the bed, stand under her own power, and make her way over towards Mary Jane. With sweaty flesh and various fluids dripping from various parts of her body, she casually stood over the exhausted redhead with folding arms, casting her a look of approval.
“Well done, Ms. Watson. Well done indeed,” said Emma.
“Are you admitting…I won?” said Mary Jane with a curt grin, even as she lay exhausted on the floor.
“I wouldn’t go that far. I’ll only concede you kept up,” said the former White Queen. “You’ve earned this opportunity. You’ve more than proven yourself. As far as I’m concerned, the deal is sealed. You’re the new manager of the Hellfire Club. So unless you have any other matters to resolve, I’m ready to begin what I hope will be a very fruitful partnership.”
Mary Jane’s grin widened. She was ready too. She was ready to become something more than a high-end prostitute. With the Hellfire Club, she had a chance to do more while still exercising her love of sex. It was win-win in every possible way.
Then, just as she was prepared to accept this role, an idea popped into her head – an idea that emerged from remembering who helped put her in this position. Not long ago, she would’ve let an opportunity like this slip through her fingers. She would’ve done whatever was easiest or irresponsible. It took a profound encounter from a wonderful man to help her step up. This man deserved more than a reward. He deserved a jackpot.
“Actually…there is one minor, but important matter,” said Mary Jane coyly.
“What is it and how much money will I have to throw at it?” said Emma, rolling her eyes.
“Not what…who,” she said, “and it won’t cost you anything. You just have to help me put a little something special together for a very special man in my life.”
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