A Club Owned By The Purple Man

Clubbing was a go-to activity for Mary-Jane and Gwen, following their transformation. A month into their vampiric lives, they had become pros of the club scene, knowing all the hip joints across the city. The hot night clubs populated by the young and sexy. The grungy, undiscovered underground clubs. The ritzy cocktail bars where the elite clustered. Which bars were clean and which were run by criminals. When you were a pair of horny bisexual bloodsuckers, it made for a good feeding ground, especially when so many of your potential victims freely got drunk or high. Not to mention the narcotics in their systems added such interesting flavour and texture to their blood...

So, after accosting a few muggers and filling their wallets with donations from a few hapless individuals, the two vampires made a stop for a quick change of clothes and headed to... the club.

It had no name. It had no signage or advertising. You had to be in the know to know it even existed, as the front was some dingy, abandoned building across the Hudson. Completely inconspicuous on the outside, blatantly obvious on the inside.

Everything was bathed in a dark purple light. Buxom waitresses traipsed about in skimpy, revealing outfits, all of them wearing the same placid expression on their faces. **** and **** flowed freely, customers working themselves into a mindless stupor. With their heightened sense of smell, MJ and Gwen picked up on the sharp scent of sex permeating the air. Recently, too, as they saw waitresses lead drunken businessmen and high-rollers into back rooms, no doubt to fuck them and rob them blind.

Anyone with three working brain cells and a basic knowledge of the superhuman community could tell that this place was a front for Zebediah Killgrave, the infamous Purple Man; mind-controlling mutant, raging misogynist, serial ****, a thorn in the side of every female crimefighter in the city. In their previous lives, Mary-Jane and Gwen had both been fortunate enough to avoid an encounter with him, but now, they were banking on a personal encounter with him. It was too delicious an opportunity to pass up.

Clad in matching black leather mini-dresses that showed off MJ's tits and Gwen's legs, the two made as big an entrance as they could in the bustling club. A quick scan of the room revealed that, aside from the waitstaff, they were the only women present. No surprises there. However, even amidst the crowded club, the dark lightning, the loud music, and the **** and/or mesmerized state of everyone present, the two vampires were soon the centre of attention, a pair of head-turning beauties strutting across the dance floor in sync would do that.

They made their way to the bar and ordered a pair of cocktails from the clearly brainwashed bartender, who was wearing a skimpier outfit than either vampire. After their transformation, neither MJ or Gwen could digest solid food, but it seemed liquids were still fine, even if **** no longer affected them. They sipped on their drinks slowly, ignoring the drunken leers of the clubgoers and the vapid stares of the employees, eyes open and ears sharp.

"Any sign of the target yet." MJ said in a conversational tone, despite the loud, thumping bass being played over the speakers. Another inheritance from Peter were several high-tech ear plugs, designed to filter out certain frequencies. Very useful for a vampire with supersonic hearing. And for blocking any mind-controlling subliminals that may be lurking behind the bass.

"No, but look up there." Motion with her chin, Gwen pointed to a section of the wall, high in the air where a second floor would be if there was one. It looked entirely ordinary in the club, the exact same material as the rest of the club, cast in the same purple light. "Pretty sure that's Purple Man's nest. False face with a one-sided mirror. Because..." She the subtly pointed out a doorway beneath the very same point on the wall. Across the club floor and through the throng of people, both could see it open, a waitress walking out. In the darkness, their eyes picked out the stairway in the background, just before it shut. "Women have been coming and going since we got here."

"Good work, Gwen." MJ smiled, quickly downing the rest of her drink. "Now, the question is, do we have that fucker's attention, and how do we get up there?"

The sound of glass clunking down onto granite rang out behind them, clear as day over the noise of the club. MJ and Gwen turned to see the bartender had placed down two more drinks. "On the house." She said, voice stilted and distant. "Courtesy of ownership."

The two shared a grin. Too easy...

Taking the drinks, MJ affected her most genial, sweet, and ditzy smile she could, putting her years as an actress to work. "Well, that's so sweet of him!" Of course, it didn't take an Oscar-winning performance to dupe over the mindless slut before her. "It's funny actually, me and my friend here, we were looking for work. Wondering what it would take to have a 'private audition' with the club owner." Pouting her lips and batting her eyes, MJ drawled flirtatiously, "Maybe you can put in a good word for us?"

The bartender hardly blinked, going eerily still and silent. Her only move was to press a finger on the visible earpiece she wore. Of course Killgrave was watching from his nest, and was probably barking a series of orders combined with insults to his goon here, thinking he had lured more naïve bimbos into his scheme.

Right on cue, the bartender stepped out from behind her perch and motioned to the same door Gwen had. "Please, follow me, ladies."

Another shared smiled. MJ could feel the anticipation building in her, her twin hungers for sex and blood piquing again. Marching across the club floor, she could see Gwen's eyes sparkle under the dark purple light. This was her idea, after all, and if went off as they drew it up, it would open a whole new world for the twin vampiric sisters.

As Gwen called it, the door across the floor led into the guts of the club - a plain utility stairwell in perfect contrast to interior of the club, riding the line between chic and gaudy. MJ waved off Killgrave's brainwashed delivery girl, leaving her and Gwen to ascend without a chaperone, opening the door to find their prey.

MJ half expected Killgrave to be accompanied by one of his employees, servicing him as it were. Therefore, she was pleasantly surprised to see him alone, lounging in a leather chair and smoking a cigar, his cruel eyes locked on a bank of monitors which dominated the wall opposite the one looking out on the club floor. He had camera everywhere - all across the floor, the bar, and the backrooms, where his girls were whoring themselves to the clientele, fucking **** men with the same blank expression as they did everything else.

Killgrave ignored them at first, sneering at the screens while taking a few puffs. The room was the only place not bathed in purple light, but one wouldn't know that from the décor, as nearly everything was the same shade as purple as Killgrave's skin. MJ just about gagged at the tackiness of it all. This man struck fear and terror in the hearts of so many? She was far from impressed...

Eventually, Killgrave acknowledged their present, swiveling his chair to face them, removing the stogie from his mouth. His sneer deepened, and ugly expression of arrogance and superiority, as he eye-fucked MJ and Gwen up and down. "So... you two sluts want to work for me, huh?" He said, coarsely, practically drooling over the two of them. This was it. They were alone and, despite his mutation, Killgrave wasn't a fighter. All they had to do was quickly charge and -

"Well, time for your audition. Get on you knees and beg for my cock, for starters."

It hit MJ like a solid wall of ****. An intense psychic pressure the colour purple slammed into her, flashed in her mind. She was tensed up and ready to pounce on her prey when her body locked up in paralysis, fighting between two options. She shut her eyes and grunted, struggling to take a step forward. Damn it, she didn't realize it would be this difficult...

Killgrave only looked at them quizzically, maintaining his cool despite their resistance. "Huh. Most whores who come here fall after one go." He shrugged, taking another casual puff of his cigar. "Oh well. Flash me your tits, babes."

More pressure. More purple. MJ felt herself start to sway, physically having to will her arms to stay at her side, less they rise up and pull down her dress. Killgrave just continued to watch, leaning back and smirking that damned smug smirk.

"MJ..." Gwen whined, voice quavering. She had fallen to all fours and was breathing heavily, struggling even more than Mary-Jane against the gravity of Killgrave's power.

"Don't worry, babe... I go this..." Letting her arms rise up, being puppetted by KIllgrave's words, MJ fought with them, bending them back to her control. Not to twist up and pull down her dress, but to go straight out in front of her, levelling her wrist with that bastard Killgrave...

THWIP THWIP

Eyes narrowed and concentration at it's max, MJ fired a spurt of red webbing from her spinneret, hitting Killgrave square in the mouth. This finally took him aback, the disgusting fucker leaping from his seat, eyes wide in shock. He went to try and peel the webbing away, when MJ fired several more blasts, tangling his hands together with sticky threads, then hitting him across the face, blinding him. More webbing followed, MJ screaming in fury and focus as she made thick strands of her dark red webbing, snaring both of Killgrave's hands and and trapping him in a crucified pose. He struggled and unleashed muffled curses, but it was all useless.

MJ burst out in a round of victorious laughter, letting her arms pull down her dress and letting Killgrave's power wash over her and away. Now that he couldn't give anymore orders, he wasn't a threat.

"Phew, that was a closer call than I thought." Gwen said, having also let her tits out. Her nipples stood erect, piercings gleaming in the bright light of the office. "I doubt we could have resisted that if we were our worthless human selves, MJ."

"Good thing for that, then..." Taking her victory lap, MJ held Gwen close, dipping her head and taking a long, loving lick of one of her nipples. Her lips closed over it, front teeth teasing it and sucking on the barbell. "Now, I think we should pay this little shit a taste of his own medicine..."

"Hehehe..." Gwen tittered wickedly, red eyes shining feverishly. "This is gonna be so much fun..."

"Looks like you got you wish, Killgrave..." MJ sneered despite her position, on her knees before the trapped villain. "Us on ours knees and. Your. Cock. Out." Sharp nails ripped through cheap fabric, releasing the Purple Man's purple schlong, earning an appreciative chuckle from the two vamps. "Finally, a bad guy with a decent cock!" MJ appraised it's length and girth, the cock quickly going erect from her touch.

"Well, it would have been sad if the mind-controlling **** villain had a tiny pecker." Gwen said Killgrave thrashed in protest, but his resistance was quickly quashed by Gwen squeezing his testicles with her icy hand and ironclad grasp. "Now the question is... how long will he last?"

The answer being, not very long, Mary-Jane quickly sucking Killgrave to completion. While never fond of blowjobs in her previous life, most of her lovers had considered her quite good at it, and that was before she became an amoral, undead bisexual slut. Her plump lips, limber and sensuous tongue, and strong hands made short work of the victim-turned-villain.

The good news was, that Killgrave didn't last long, but he did finish strong, a flood of semen erupting from his spasming purple cock. MJ greedily and happily gulped down the flood of seed, throat flexing in rhythmic motion as her belly filled with her second favourite meal. As the tide came to an end, MJ let it fill her mouth, puffing her cheeks up, as the flavour of Killgrave's cum danced on her tongue. She then pulled away from the turgid cock, a thick line of seed escaping her lips, turning to Gwen and pulling her in for a kiss. The two snowballed the hot load of ejaculate between the two of them, tongues rolling sticking strings of yummy white seed back and forth.

"Hmm, shame we have to kill him." Gwen mused, smacking her lips after swallowing her half. "Decent cock that produces a solid load." Mary-Jane just sneered at the blonde, clicking her tongue.

"There's plenty of other cock out there, don't you worry. Now..." Her eyes turned to the still struggling villain, Gwen following her. "This was your idea, it's all yours, babe."

Rising from her knees, Gwen pressed her body up against Killgrave's, hand stroking his cock, as she shimmied herself into a standing position, rubbing her bare chest against his own. Standing at full height on her heels, Gwen bent over to rest her head on Killgrave's shoulder, jutting her butt and hips out in an exaggerated fashion, all for Mary-Jane's benefit, her progenitor taking a hold of her hips and pressing her crotch into her backside.

Killgrave continued to writhe uselessly under MJ's webbing, letting out muffled screams of frustration and anger. Most likely trying to use his powers on them or simply insulting them. Men like Zebediah Killgrave never learned their lesson, even when in mortal peril, at least from Gwen's perspective. Feigning an amused smile, she brushed against ear and whispered. "You're dying tonight, Killgrave. But... at least you got one last suckjob before you go. Be happy with that."

Then, with a shrill, cruel laugh, Gwen reared back, mouth open and fangs extended, before clamping down right on Killgrave's jugular and letting the sweet taste of his blood enter her system. Immediately, Gwen felt overwhelmed and feverish, going cross-eyed as her mind went blank, swimming in pleasure. Killgrave's body trembled beneath her grasp, groaning loudly as the pleasure-inducing enzymes flooded his system. Gwen's butt wiggled back and forth, MJ grinding up against it and moaning, loudly and wantonly. But, on her blood eye, all of it was background noise to Gwen, as she ravenously drank deep of Killgrave's essence.

His cock twitched in her hands, letting out one last spurt of cum, before it began to shrivel and shrink, Killgrave's spasms and moans growing weaker by the second. Gwen did not let up, absolutely insatiable, her jaws clamped down on his neck, as she drank every last drop of the vile mutant.

The menace of the Purple Man was over, but MJ and Gwen did not do this for altruistic reasons. Gwen had come up with this suggestion, to invade his territory and feed on him - and it needed to be Killgrave, because Gwen Stacy had a plan...