The black cat toyed with the options available to her. She never did like the nerdish Peter Parker, and could never understand why her cocky “Spider” would ever want to go back to his so-called normal life.
She used the computer to see his personality profile. There were two… one for Peter Parker and one for Spider-Man. Both were similar, but Peter’s profile had lower settings on the confidence, aggression and personal interactions sliders. Smiling she clicked on the Peter Parker tab and pressed “Delete”. The program displayed a window “Warning! Deleted settings cannot be restored. Continue?”
“Hell yes,” she muttered to herself as she clicked the mouse button “give me my “Spider” all the time.”
But even if he had the attitude of Spider-Man all the time, he wouldn’t be hers. Not really. His damn ethics would get in the way, just as they always had in the past. A quick adjustment to the conscious slider would fix that.. Just enough, you know to make him more… accepting to her life as a thief. But… what should she choose? Two out of ten? Four out of Ten? How much would be enough to “nudge” him to accept her lifestyle?
But then.. Why should she just want him to accept it? Why not embrace it? She was in control now. She slid it down to two. That should do the trick.
“Hummmm, this could be the start of a whole new lifestyle for both of us” she mused as she typed in some commands.
“Peter Parker no longer loves Mary Jane but loves Felicia Hardy. He enjoyed collecting wealth and possessions, and as Spider-Man he helps the Black Cat commit burglaries and heists, happy to share the proceeds.”
Reaching down to rub herself between the legs with one hand, Felicia smiled as she clicked on the “Update profile” button.
***
Peter nuzzled Mary Jane’s shoulder and neck, kissing and licking her. He loved he so much, loved her scent, her taste, her smooth skin…
Suddenly he changed, pushing her down and straddling her body. The vapid whorish MJ giggled, appreciating he had taken control. Peter looked down at her, trapped beneath him.
“The whore”
The thought shocked him at first. This was Mary Jane - he had loved her since high school, been through so many tragedies and triumphs with her. They had achieved so much together.
And yet now he saw her as a whore. A dumb piece of ass, lying on her back beneath him. “Just where she belongs”.
Another thought that should have given him pause for thought, but his conscious barely objected. The last few hours she had been nothing but a bimbo slut, and the best place for her was on her back… or her knees, or on all fours. He smiled.
He wanted her. Not to love. Not to share his life with. But to possess. To own.
Reaching forward he slapped one of her tits, making her gasp and cry out. She wriggled and jerked beneath him helplessly making his cock thrust up even further.
“Shut up, whore. You’re mine now.”
MJ shook her head, even the Master PC influenced slut she had become knew something had changed.. That something was wrong.
Peter looked down at her chest, already a harsh, red mark covered her tit. A blurry outline of his hand. His hand… marking his property.
He grabbed her arms, janking them high over her head and he scooped down and sucked on her sharp, aroused nipple. MJ cried and moaned, struggling to free her from his grip, the slut she had become confused. Peter had changed, she knew that, and she knew somewhere deep inside it would be a disaster for the world. But the more she struggled, the more she found her body responding to his control over her. Her tit stung, yet his hot, wet mouth softly suckling on it felt amazing. She moaned again, as her arms stopped their struggling. He bit down on her teat, filling her with an exquisite sharp, stabbing pain. She screamed, even as the pain turned to pleasure.
He swapped to the other tit, and this time bit down straight away, causing her to gasp and moan. “Oh…. more, more” she panted.
He looked up, a wicked glint in his eyes. Grabbing her legs he positioned himself between them, grabbing the base of his thick, hard rod and guiding it between her wet, hot lips with a short, harsh grunt. Her cunt spasmed, twitching around the swollen head of his shaft.
Fuck, this slut was going to give him the best fuck ever.
He leaned over her, his muscled chest rubbing on her tits, as he supported himself with his left hand, using the other to slap her across the face. Her head jerked to the side, and she tasted the dull, metallic tint of blood in her mouth before she felt the stinging pain.
“Listen up Bitch, from now on you’re mine. My property.” His voice had a edge to it. “Understand?”
MJ whimpered, resulting in another sharp slap.
“I asked you a question you dumb whore. Do you understand?”
MJ’s cheek stung with a shearing pain. Her eyes pooled with tears. Her mouth filling with her own blood. Peter resting on top of her… his weight caging her.
And all she knew was… how ready she was. How ready she was to be fucked. Her cunt was on fire with need, her nectar pooling around the tip of his dick that was so tantalisingly teasing entry. Her breaths were staggered and heavy. Her senses were magnified. His abuse of her transcended normal pain, and the pleasure she felt was off the scale.
She nodded, whimpering and moaning.
“Good Now look at me”
She forced her eyes to focus on him. His handsome features were distorted by a hunger. It only turned her on more, knowing that he wanted her. She felt the bed jerk, and then realised that he was inside her, his full, hard cock buried inside her, making her roll her head and eyes back as she moaned.
“Look at me Bitch”
His hand slapped her other cheek, jerking her mind back and making her once more look at him. He grunted his approval as he jerked his hips again, grinding his body against hers, the wiry softness of his pubic bush agitating the sheer smoothness of her skin. So many sensations fighting for her attention: the pain of her stinging cheeks, the his cock rubbing and scraping and digging itself inside her, the weight of his lower body pinning hers, the scratchy-itch of his hair on her, her nipples rubbing his wall-like chest, and his face and words imprinting themselves inside her psyche.
He snarled and grunted with each powerful thrust, with each time he invaded her - physically and mentally, each time he emboldened his claim on her.
His hand grasped at the sheets on the bed, as he lowered himself and ay his other arm across her neck, pinning her down and blocking her breath. Her body burned with wanton desire as “her man” dominated her. Her eyes rolled back as her legs spread wider, providing him with obstruction free access to her slick cunny.
Her hands grasped at the arm across her neck, but she was unable to move it - not a single millimeter.
“Look at me!” he growled, his voice originating deep inside his heaving chest, and edged with rich, deep masculine authority. “Look at me so you know who fucking owns you.”
He owned her. She knew that now. She was His.
“Look at me!”
Her face red and burning, MJ moved her eyes down to focus on Him, and was rewarded by the sight of His glorious face above her. Her chest strained as her lungs craved the air she needed, the air He was keeping from her. She felt like she was falling… falling into His strong, superior arms. Her whole body jerked beneath His weight as waves of electric heat rushed through her body… causing her to cough as her vision blurred and faded to a deep, dark crimson red… as He roared in primal triumph...
MJ jerked up, her lungs and ribs aching as she gasped in air hungrily. Peter smirked - God, the little bitch looked so sexy, her skin glowing with a faint blush. Her huge tits bounced and swayed enticingly as she leaned forwards, resting the weight of her torso on her arms, as she still gasped for breath, thin trails of tears smeared down her face, She looked so alone and vulnerable, and his cock started to rise.
Gradually, she calmed down… remembered the moments before her blackout. She remembered how her Master had used her, how he had pinned and constrained her with nothing but his sculptured body, how her had forced her to look at Him as he denied her the very air she needed to survive, and how she had cum… and cum… and cum.. as she felt her consciousness depart…
She smiled as she saw Him. He had proven that His control of her was absolute. From now on, she was His. Her own thoughts and desires were insignificant compared to his.
She saw His eyes were focussed on her boobs and smiled as she sashayed her shoulders, making her funbags sway in sympathy, before taking her hands and holding them up and forward, causing them to form into huge globes for his approval.
Or maybe He simply wanted to fuck her again. She moaned as she opened her legs, showing Him her cunt was available for His use.