Before the Funeral

In the week that followed the attack at Norman Osborn's Rally...

In what wasn't really her apartment anymore, Mary-Jane was rubbing her horny cunt. It was almost all she did in her apartment. During the daylight hours she was there, she boxed up her possessions. Some were marked for keeping, most were taken and sold. At night, when she wasn't somewhere else, she was naked in bed, rubbing her cunt as her life crumbled away.

Work from home was done in Mr. Ditkovich's apartment, since he had power. In more ways than one. So calls to the Bugle and her contacts, typing up stories, etc, all happened in between bouts of cleaning her Landlord's apartment in a slutty maid outfit, and being fucked by him.

She'd not started searching for somewhere else to move to. He'd asked her and laughed at her confused expression. Enjoyed it so much it pushed him over the edge and he pulled out of her cunt to splatter her stupefied face with his jizz.

She knew Pete was staying in the building, but she hadn't visited. She did send a couple of texts, but she couldn't decide if she wanted him to see how her homelife was devolving.

~○~

Ursula had fixated on Peter. She'd seen him be much stronger than he pretended and he was smart and helpful. She bet that not only could he beat her down and fuck her into a coma, he could be creative and... and tie her up! So she sat with him at his hospital bed, waiting for him to wake, so she could make her move at last...

"You're a dumb cunt, how did you forget the cinnamon?" If she was wearing panties, they'd be soaked. But as Ursula Ditkovich scampered to the kitchen to get the cinnamon shaker, the blonde was too horny and giddy to do anything other than obey.

Ursula had been given her own apartment, though her father had specifically had her use pencil for the parts of her lease that wanted the owner listed. He knew his daughter well enough to know that the apartment would belong to Peter soon. She'd moved Peter in whennthe Doctors said he could leave the hospital if he had somewhere to stay where he'd be watched and supported.

She still felt guilty about drugging him with viagra to force him to be horny enough to let her catch him and offer to jerk him off while he recovers. But the results were too wonderful for her to feel that guilty. Because once she started, she was able to choose the porn. She revealed her videos from the country of her people, Symkaria. Peter's eyes bugged out when the Symkarian slut he'd watched get skullfucked was the historian in the documentary they watched later.

It fascinated Peter, much to Ursula's delight, how Symkarian society functioned. And when she started acting like a typical Symkarian housewife, Peter played along.

After she'd added the cinnamon she'd, intentionally, forgotten Ursual put on another movie and got between Peter's legs to jerk his cock. She got confused when he took her hand off his cock, but grinned when he gripped her ponytail to guide her to his hard dick. Finally they had reached her sucking his dick!

She still needed to bring up him staying after he's fully recovered, and she also needed to bring up a part-time job fixing the more techy things in the building that her father suggested. But first, she needed Peter's cum in her mouth.

~○~

At the Daily Bugle, Mary-Jane was trading her holes for cubicle space. Her place in the Bugle was virtually gone already. Her cubicle had been emptied and handed to a new hire. She still had to spend some time in the building to donpaperwork and write up stories, but her colleagues wouldn't let her sit in their cubicles without paying for it.

The paddle was no longer something Robbie used when she fucked up. It was how started every day she was in the Bugle offices. And it was a testament to just how many people she'd already fucked in the Daily Bugle that nobody minded Robbie paddling her ass in the middle of the newsroom floor while everyone watched.

Her author picture had been changed. Before, she had a somewhat serious picture, even if she was giving the viewer her bedroom eyes. Newer hires weren't always expected to look serious for their pictures anymore. But MJ's new picture... winner of a wet t-shirt contest and sporting an ahegao face. She looked like a brainless whore!

"Just like Norman always said!"

All the stories she was getting handed were sexual too. She'd hung onto the ones she'd started before resigning, but any new stories being passed out were far from the crime and heroics material she was always working on.

New Porn Studios, European Actresses sneering at #MeToo discussions, reports of a platinum-haired bimbo coercing large groups of men into public sex acts.

"Write what you know Mary-Jane, and everyone here knows that what you know is how to be a cockslut!"

~○~

Felicia wondered if it was fate. Her Dad tried so hard to keep her out of the Maggia, but he was dead and gone while she... was their personal Cat Burglar and Sexpet...

Felicia checked her phone and more of her little spy toys were getting bundled up and taken to NYCPD Evidence Lockers. Just a few more...

In the meantime, she had some more places to visit for the purpose of gathering data. Only obstacle was... how to make her trip as sexually degrading as possible.

She dropped her phone as the door to the roof opened. Twelve men, making up half the security team for the building, came out and began unbuttoning and unzipping.

She was naked, her surveillance equipment hidden under her clothes. The men thought she was a gift from their boss. And she kinda was. She'd seduced him and made sure his wife found out. So he was off for that day, which made it easier to show up and pretend to be a whore.

While her equipment scoped out her targets, she had other cameras watching the show and her laptop hacking the men's phones so she could get their data and their videos of her.

She didn't need to do this. She never used to do this. But ever since she came back to town, she's been insanely horny. And ever since the gear she had was given an overhaul by Hammerhead, she felt compelled to document herself being degraded and send it to him.

Even weirder, in her opinion was how much more domestic she had become in the past week. She was watching cooking shows and learning to cook!

~○~

At Rosemann's Auction House, Mary-Jane was seeing a dramatic change in environment.

"Hey! Put on the harem girl outfits ye dumb cunts!" One off-duty prison guard bellowed, which sent Rose and MJ running to the box of outfits sent by Fisk. The redhead found a green one while the dark-skinned owner of the auction house put on a purple one.

Rose's "apology" to the Raft over the Shocker's escape had inspired the Kingpin, and made a deal with the Prison Guards. Some more luxuries for him and in return he gave them the use of his whores.

Rose was still trying to say she was a close friend and partner, an equal, in regards to Wilson Fisk. The level of ego made her kinda disgusting to MJ. It had led to her mentioning it to Fisk during a visit to him on Ryker's Island, and he assured her, while squeezing her clit, that Rose's delusions would not last much longer.

The pair danced in the harem outfits, squealing when grabbed before scampering back to keep dancing.

Despite the situation, it had helped MJ in her other job. She was getting sent names and faces. And they matched up with a lot of her other research. It looked a lot like other groups were serving up their own people to take down Fisk. Some she would be able to expose and take down completely independent of Fisk, others would need to given to him. While the end result of her work was being turned towards helping a criminal get free, she'd get to take down quite a lot of others along the way.

~○~

Yuri did something very stupid. A couple of things. She used her new gadget for something personal, disabling some security features on the things, and then left it on auto-update.

Meaning that as she slept, her new gadget took her searches on the Maggia, and her searches on WMAF and MaleDom/FemSub Porn, and began tailoring her Folders for that...

Yuri wobbled and braced herself against a nearby wall as her head took in a massive amount of information. She had to suppress a moan as 'All-Anal Alley-Asians' one through twenty-four played before her eyes in fast forward.

Looking to see if anyone was looking and finding nobody, the Police Captain unbuttoned her pants and cupped her soaking wet snatch.

Ever since she'd tinkered with the glasses she got from Spider-Man, Yuri had been bombarded with updates. Whatever she'd done had made the glasses constantly reach about and hack anything it could, then collected everything it could based on her first two searches, and downloaded it.

She was getting a lot of Maggia intel, more than she ever expected. But the porn...

She was quickly made aware of just how many people in her life liked seeing women bent over and fucked by a man. "And so many of the lesbians in the Department, that I did not expect." she mused to herself. But lesbians fantasising about being fucked straight wasn't something she could judge them over. Not when her primary fantasies of late were of submitting to men working in the Maggia.

They ruined her father, hurt so many people. And yet she was fingerfucking herself to becoming a Maggia whore. She hadn't connected the dots, realised what she'd done.

Even seeing Black Cat hadn't helped. Videos of Black Cat in various locations, masturbating or fucking on camera, all begging for Hammerhead to fuck her... Yuri hated Hammerhead, but after nearly a week with her new glasses... she had filmed herself having her hardest orgasm while begging for Hammerhead's cum.

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