The Last Laugh

"I will break your spirit. Your will. You will come to rely on me. Fear me. Love me. It will destroy Peter. It's perfect," Goblin smirked, a wide evil grin on his face.

"What do you—" she was cut off as a large, green, thick cock **** its way into her mouth. He grabbed the dudes of her head and began to thrust wildly into her throat.

"Nice and tight! I bet Spider-Bitch hasn't been able to reach this deep!" He cackled as he hammered away at her face, the sounds of her face fucking echoing in the room. When he came, she had **** but to swallow it. It was disgusting, despite the taste.

"Are you done now? See? Didn't do anything." MJ replied as resolutely as she could, **** and coughing as she was. Norma simply turned around and left the room. "Hey! Where are you going? Wait, don't leave me here!"

The next day, it was the same thing. Norman came in, fucked her face, and left. That was the only interaction she had with anyone. She desperately wanted Peter to save her, but had no idea what was going on outside these walls. It’s not that she grew to like the treatment, but she had gotten to the point where he would walk in and she would just open her mouth to be ready for him. She wanted to get it over with.

What she did hate, though, was how she felt her pussy quiver each time his cock flopped out and hit her in the face. She could feel her wetness as he came down her throat and left her there. MJ wanted nothing more than to sate the fire that burned between her legs, but she was only ever able to let it simply die down. It was incredibly frustrating.

Worse than that, though, she had been unable to move throughout it all. She was hungry and still yet tied down. For a whole week, the only ‘sustenance’ she received was the Goblin’s seed. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. When he came in for his usual fun, she couldn’t hold back. “Please, Norman. I’m so hungry… and so thirsty. I need something to eat and drink. Or are you going to let me die here?”

A wry grin crossed his face; he had been waiting for this. “But of course, Ms. Watson. However, I will want something in return.” His eyes lingered on her chest and then moved down to her pants. “I’m sure we can come up with some arrangement.” He reached behind his back and pulled out what appeared to be a collar. “All you will need to do is wear this. Only this. Deal?”

MJ gritted her teeth; she hated the way he leered at her. It was almost like he viewed her as a piece of meat rather than a person. But she’d already been debased enough (or so she thought), so she felt that she could deal with it. “Fine. Fine. I’ll wear your silly collar and get naked if it means I get to finally get something to eat.”

He stepped forward and clipped the collar around her neck, “good girl.” Immediately, she felt her body relax, her pussy walls contracting as she finally had her first orgasm in a week. It wracked her whole body; her eyes shuddered and she let out a loud mewling moan.

“What did… did you do to me?” She asked, out of breath. Her binds unclasped, freeing her.

“Strip for me,” Norma replied coldly.

“Wait, no! Answer me!” Despite her objections, she unsteadily stood up and began to strip her clothes for him. On the one hand, she was glad to be out of them. On the other hand, she hated that he was getting to see her body like this.

Another wicked smile crossed his face, “good girl, Ms. Watson.”

She fell to her knees as yet another orgasm ripped through her body. “Gah!” She screamed, her mouth hanging open.

“Come with me, Ms. Watson. You need a shower. Of course, you will shower with me,” he turned and began to walk away. Despite her current state, she felt the terrible compulsion to follow him. Her body was moving on its own. “Let me tell you a little bit about your new accessory. While you will retain your mind, your body belongs to me now. You will obey me completely, doing whatever I say. Furthermore, it will not let you tell anyone about this. The more you behave, the more I will reward you. Surely you know by now what that reward is and what the trigger phrase for it is.”

“What do you want with me? What do you plan on doing with me?” MJ asked, still following, but now more scared than ever.

“Do you really need to ask such a silly question? You will be mine. I will take you from Peter and make you into the perfect slut for me. By the time I am done with you, the only thing you will want is my cock. And the best part is: you will get there all on your own. No magic or chemicals. All simple desire and training. You will come work for me, helping me enslave the other women in Peter’s life and you will do it all willingly.” Norman began to cackle as they reached his room. It was as opulent as she expected, but what shocked her was who was sitting on the bed, waiting.