The Corruption of Mary Jane Watson

Mary Jane Watson did a line of cocaine off the stomach of Luz Noceda, white powder standing out on the caramel skin of the young Latina. Her body began trembling as she could feel her brain set ablaze. Too much booze made her lethargic and sloppy, but she knew a bit of coke cleared the fog away and cranked her mind and body into it’s highest gear. And while it may have been over a decade since she had a sniff of nose candy, she found it was like riding a bike through hills of white powder.

The scene downstairs was lewd enough when MJ entered Barely Legal, but it had progressed to a full-blown orgy by the time Gwen led a swaying MJ down the stairs. Tangles of bodies littered the dark club floor, knots of naked women either vertical or horizontal, splayed out a fucking. Not making love. Not having sex. Fucking. Raw, primal, and carnal fucking fueled by **** and aphrodisiacal ****. The gathering of the most beautiful women MJ had ever seen, now descended into an animalistic frenzy that would have made the Romans blush.

Notably, though, Miss Annataz was nowhere to be seen.

Maybe MJ still had reservations about joining the orgy when she first arrived. She couldn’t remember. Then, when of the serving girls returned with that tray of ****, and MJ went face first into the fine white power. Then, her memory blurred and her senses came to life.

Colours became brighter and she could see beyond the normal spectrum of the rainbow. Noises sharper and more distinct, hearing the pounding hearts and heavy breathing of all the women about her. Her skin thrummed when she touched anything, even as she moved through the muggy, perfumed air of the club. Tastes and scents bloomed upon her palette like never before. The air was thick and musky with the scent of dozens and dozens of women in heat. The sweat on the skin of a partner tastes better than the finest of wines or liqueurs.

MJ stood on centre stage, fully naked, exposing her body to the orgy even if everyone was in a similar state and no one card. She danced upon the stage - the guest of honour the centre of attention - dancing with a dozen partners. Gwen was first, of course, then many others whose name she believed she knew but couldn’t place in the moment. Her ****-fueled haze was also clearly affecting her vision, as she imagined herself dancing with beautiful girls with skins in hues of oranges, greens, greys, and pinks.

Gwen was her partner throughout, but she always cycled through. Young working girls and other guests joined her in turn, planets revolving around a sun. Dozens of women came and went, worshipping her body.

Gwen found her mouth in all of MJ’s orifices. More kisses, before diving into her muff, and the later burying her face into her ass. Gwen’s talented tongue and delightful stud piercing made her cum in a hurry. She practically exploded when anyone touched her sex. She quickly lost count of how many orgasms she had. She didn’t want to stop.

She spoke with Asami Sato while the latter played with her two busty, blonde girlfriends. Pets may have been the correct word, given how she treated them. How they happily fawned over her. With how giggly and ditzy the two acted, MJ assumed they were drunk on Asami’s beauty. Said beauty was inviting her to Slutter HQ for a tour and maybe a more intimate relationship. MJ didn’t remember what she said. She remembered drooling over Asami’s elegant, beautiful form.

She was surrounded by beauty. She remembered being squicked out that such young women were happily selling their bodies, but now that her eyes had opened, she had come around. Women should be able to do what they want. They were legal, that’s all that mattered. If they wanted to sell their bodies, that was okay. If men wanted to lust for them, that was okay. If women did, that was fine, too. If Rob wanted to fantasize about young, slender cuties like Violet Parr and Kamala Khan, then he could. They weren’t an item. Just friends.

Tifa and Nami and Nico Robin and Samus came and drowned her in breasts bigger than her head.

She spent time chatting with Dr. Ziegler, the breakneck speech of the blonde going over MJ’s head, as she was consumed by the sight of her two… assistants(?) Fareeha and Ana shaking their tits and asses for the good doctor’s approval.

Jean Grey and Ororo Munroe showed her very intimate photos of several young women they were currently fucking. Miss Grey said that those girls were their students. This didn’t bother MJ one bit.

She played with the Stark sisters. Her eyes had been peeled sharply for Daenerys the entire time. Or, at least, that’s what she thought. When she finally spotted the silvery hair and cruel smirk, she wobbled across the floor, hollering and slurring.

“You are… incredibly fucked up! You are gross and disgusting and what you say about women is… gross a-a-and disgusting! And you are very pretty and you make me very hot and I fall asleep touching myself to your videos!”

She couldn’t even recall if Daenerys had reacted or responded. She was a halation of malice and beauty bound in silver. MJ would love to see a real man like Rob put her in her place.

Rob! Rob Rob Rob Rob Rob. MJ wished he was here. To see her. To see this. As she bumped and grinded on various sluts, she imagined Rob just beyond the corner of her eyes, jacking off his magic cock to the sight. Men were all the same. They all got hot over women acting sexy together. Now, MJ was getting hot over imaging Rob plowing some of the Barely Legal sluts.

In the haze that was her in mind, in the moment and in her memory, she vaguely recalled flashes of Rob doing just that. Taking any of these girls. Taking them, something primal beyond a simple fucking. Claiming them. Making them his own. Anne Boonchuy in tartan skirt and starched blouse being spanked by Rob in a classroom. Wednesday Addams having her pigtails yanked on, stretched and distended mouth **** deeper and deeper on Rob’s engorged cock. Out-muscling Zarya and pinning her to the ground, showing his superiority to the well-muscled woman.

Even if it was just a hallucination brought on by her high, the images seemed so real. Like videos or photos played back for her. Not just fragments of daydreams, but things that happened and she was somehow privy to. Rob’s memories relived in her mind.

Rob deserved all those bitches. It was hot. He was hot. He deserved it. MJ wanted it for him.

MJ deserved that and more. She deserved Rob. He was hot. She was hot. MJ wanted it so badly.

Another bump, another pick-me-up. MJ’s body and consciousness melted into the dark club floor, hearing the neon lighting and seeing the thumping music. The party surged through her and kept her going at a breathless pace, as the flesh and desires of every woman around her seeped into her. Time and space and sense lost all meaning, as there was only the orgy and the need to keep going. Only the desire for endless pleasure.

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Rob pumped his throbbing cock into Zatanna’s pussy at a jackhammer pace, eyes and ears focused on the cameras capturing MJ’s descent into debauchery on the club floor.

“Oh fuck, oooh god, Rob! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Deeper! Haaarder!” Zatanna’s cries of pleasure were background static, needy and lustful as they were.

His conscious mind was consumed by the gorgeous redhead spanking the big bubble butts of Starfire and Megan and Mina, watching the coloured skin becoming inflamed and red in the shape of MJ’s hands.

His **** mind responded to his desire for MJ and Zatanna’s perfect body, thrusting himself deeper and deeper while also swelling his cock bigger and bigger, stretching Zatanna beyond her limits. The magician rode on him impossibly thick pillar as it’s head slammed into her cervix, her cunt sloshing and slopping and overflowing with expelled cum as Rob made an utter ruin of her.

“AhaAAAGGH~ You want her! You want her so bad don’t you?” Zatanna found the wherewithal to cry out as Rob caused another earthquake-like orgasm to rip through, Zatanna shivering so violently it was as if her molecules were about to vibrate apart. Rob desposited more seed into her well-fucked and already impregnated womb.

“So badly…” He said in a surprisingly soft and gentle voice despite just manhandling his love. “So bad. I want her as bad as I want any other woman. As bad as I want you and Wanda.” On the screen, MJ did another line of coke, this time from Pharah’s impressive bust to Mercy’s delight. He could do without the hard ****, truth be told. Oh, well. Seemed it would be an easy thing for Zatanna to edit out.

Basking in the post-coital bliss that came with Rob’s world-destroying sex skills, Zatanna slid off his cock and repositioned herself to watch alongside her man. “Then why not just go down there and do it? She’s far more gone then a lot of women you approached and fucked. Surely your powers will turn her in an instance.”

Rob had thought of that, too, but he narrowed his eyes as he kept them on MJ dancing naked before him. “No, no… this. It doesn’t feel right.” Zatanna shifted, a non-verbal, non-visual way to ask for elaboration. “MJ may be powerless, but I have a special place for her in the harem and big plans for her. I’m not usually one to stand on ceremony, but I want to do something big just for her.”

“Very well, then.” Zatanna acquiesced readily enough. Whatever Rob wanted, her job was to simply provide it.

Mary Jane Watson was so tantalizingly close to being his. With Zatanna by his side, Rob probably could have literally reached out and grabbed her through the screen. Watching her dance and party, he was formulating how to proceed next. When and where and how?

And was his magician and witch ready to give the ultimate girl next door a power boost to put her on par with titans?

MJ was the final piece of the puzzle. And Rob was certain everything was about to fall into place.

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As MJ dances closer and closer to the edge of depravity, we're gearing up for her full initiation into the harem and the big twist that comes with it.

Originally, following this chapter, I planned to do another short arc which would result in Rob obtaining another ****, but I cut it for pacing and feel. The arc will be revisited later down the line, though. MJ and her story has been the through-line for the last several months of storyline and the climax of that story is going to be big, but before that, we're going to a resolve a dangling plot thread before them.

Mercy's about to work her magic and give the good girls of the harem some well-deserved upgrades!