"Face It Tiger, You Just Hit The Jackpot!"

Throwing her arms behind her head to both muss up her hair and thrust out her chest, MJ opened her dazzling green eyes and applied an equally dazzling smile.

The answer had come to her in a moment of clarity and realization. Because it wasn’t just an answer. It was the truth.

“Face it Master, you just hit the jackpot!”

Rob beamed bullishly, rising from his throne to meet her. MJ sprang forth to meet him halfway, leaping into his arms. Rob caught her effortlessly, spinning her around as they kissed. Time slowed down and MJ felt her soul burnish and ignite when in Rob’s embrace. In her Master’s embrace. This was more than just her fetish or craving. This felt right. That such a truth was engraved in her heart, soul, mind, and DNA. That this was a point of no return that MJ happily flew across. Like she was literally made to be Rob’s.

And, well, she had planned on asking him about this whole Master-**** thing tonight anyway. In a roundabout way, she had done so.

“I am your ****, you are my master…” MJ said in a hushed, breathy tone after their kiss broke, fingers tracing his jawline. “All I want it to serve and obey and please you and you have no idea how fucking wet that makes me…” Taking such a worshipful phrase as permission, one of Rob’s thick hands slipped down the waistband of her jeans, feeling for himself. He let out a shuddering moan as his powerful fingers dug into her wet sex, MJ writhing in his grasp.

“Good things really do come to those who wait…” Rob said with another one of those possessive, wolfish grins. It was an expression MJ never saw him wear before, but it looked perfectly fitting for the man she would devote herself to.

Gently, Rob put MJ down and turned away from his newest pet to address the masses. “Girls!” He boomed, clapping his hands twice. “I normally don’t make such a big deal out of claiming a ****, but tonight is a special night! Let’s celebrate!” As if on cue, more of Rob’s slaves appeared from the wings, all dressed in maid fetish uniforms, carrying trays full of flutes of champagne. With slavish smiles, they mingled through the ground, passing out refreshments.

MJ quickly scooped up a flute herself, before she found herself the centre of attention of this impromptu soiree.

Daenerys was the first to approach her, MJ’s heart no longer going pitter-patter at the sight of her ****-sister. Her dress was black leather and scarlet, patterned to look like dragon scales. The most beautiful thing she wore was her seductive smirk.

“So, Miss Watson, do you still think I’m ‘gross and disgusting’?” Daenery asked with an air of amusement. MJ stared blankly for a moment, only vaguely recalling their conversation at the club.

“No, not at all.” Part of MJ’s slow response time was her drinking in the dangerous curves of the silver-haired beauty. She had to wonder - was she bisexual because she was? Or because that’s what Rob wanted of his slavegirls? “I may not agree with everything you say, but I do have to thank you, Daenerys. Your videos awoke something in me and led to this moment.” She offered her new friend her glass, the two women clinking flutes together in salute. “And call me ‘MJ’, please.”

“‘Dany’, then. All my friends call me ‘Dany’.” Another smirk and MJ felt herself blush as she could tell that Dany was also eyefucking her.

Asami Sato then approached MJ, or rather, Asami’s gigantic breasts spilling out of her cocktail dress approached MJ, with Asami herself following behind. Once more, MJ’s jaw hit the floor. They were the largest pair she had ever seen, and considering the company she now kept, that was saying something. Asami seemed utterly thrilled by the attention.

“Oh, these?” She laughed effortlessly and airily, pressing her arms beneath her chest to extenuate her bust even further. “I’ve wanted to get work done ever since I met Rob, to make me all the more ravishing and desirable. And then I figured, I might as well make myself even bigger than my bimbo girlfriends.”

“Do they… do they hurt?” MJ babbled, eyes wide as to drink in all the lovely titflesh Asami was showing.

“Not at all, dear. The doctor was kind enough to reinforce my back and shoulder muscles in addition.” Asami affectionately placed her free hand on MJ’s shoulders. “Have you ever thought about getting some work done, dear? You’re a knockout now and I’m sure the Master loves you, but he’ll love you all the same if you decide to add a little more.” Once more, MJ was left blushing when Asami wriggled her eyebrow seductively.

“Ah… honestly? I cannot say I ever thought about it.” MJ said after a start. “It’s funny, I was just thinking the other day how I was blessed with such a great figure but now…” She motioned to all the women around her. And then to Asami’s titanic tits. “I don’t feel small, per se, but I’ve never felt… less big.”

“Well, if you ever do decide to go under the knife, between me and Rob, we’ll put in a good word with Dr. Mercy and get you to the front of the line. Now, I believe last time we spoke I offered you a private tour of Slutter HQ…”

Rob made his way through the throng of women to join MJ, swooping her up and personally introducing her to other members of the harem. To her fellow slaves. The word tingled her brain when she thought about it, popped on her tongue when she spoke it, and lit a fire in her soul and her loins when she did either or more. It was strange but exhilarating all the same.

“An alien!” MJ blurted out when face-to-face with the blue woman, Dr. Liara T’soni. “I mean… that explains a lot, but… did you go to space to pick her up, Master?” The word “Master” evoked similar feelings and sensations that the word “****” did. And looking at Rob in his element, amidst his loyal and fawning sluts and slaves, it felt right. This man was a Master, all-powerful and all-knowing.

“Oh, no. Master broke me and the other girls out of Area 51!” Liara said, far too casual for such a ludicrous explanation. She pointed out a few other clearly alien women on the floor - Ahsoka in orange, Barriss in green, Talon in red; a walking rainbow of beautiful women. “And I am eternally grateful for that. Who knows what they would have done to us?” Liara beamed at Rob, hooking her arm around his. “Now I get to use my body and mind serving the greatest man in the galaxy. What more could a girl ask for?”

A moment later, in between the neverending parade of MJ’s new sisters and fellows, she turned to Rob to ask, “Exactly how many slaves do you have, Rob?”

Rob paused, stroking his chin. “Hmm. That’s a good question. Um, Izu? Izu-chan? Where are you? Come here for a moment, please?”

Shuffling out of the crowd with measured, mechanical steps was a Japanese woman dressed in a tight bodysuit wearing what looked like headphones. Except they weren’t headphones and she wasn’t wearing them; they were some sort of processors mounted to her metallic endoskeleton. This Izu, as Rob explained, was an android, a living sex-bot and his personal secretary.

“Izu, how many slaves do I have now?” Rob asked the literal fuck-bot. Wearing a neutral, serene expression, Izu tilted her head slightly as holographic displays on her head units appeared, her systems going to work, searching for an answer.

“Counting Miss Watson, you own ninety-one slaves, Master.” Izu stated in her soft, mechanical voice. “Among these are your twenty-eight schoolgirls sluts and their six MILFs; eight police-bitches, as Samus Aran no longer counts among their number; six xeno-sluts; the sixteen X-Whores currently establishing the Academy; and then your various harem girls round up the remainder of your sexslaves, Master.”

“‘Ninety-one’? Damn. Sounds wrong, not being a nice, round number.” Rob despaired in jest, before dismissing Izu. The android bowed and retreated back into the crowd, leaving MJ stricken once more.

“‘Ninety-one’!?” She exclaimed, loud enough to be heard over the general din of the party. “You’ve been a busy, naughty boy, haven’t you, Master?”

Rob shrugged and smirked at her playful teasing. “Don’t act so surprised, MJ, I’m just getting started. I don’t even know how many slaves I’m going to end up with. Buuuut… remember how I told you you were one of my crown jewels?” MJ nodded along, recalling that phrase being used to describe her. “Well, I think it’s time you meet my other two jewels!”

“‘Jewels’? Is that the term we’re using for us?” The redhead Rob pointed out as Wanda said to her companion, strutting out of the crowd to join Rob. Her voice was a deep, sensual rumble laced with a thick European accent.

“I like it. Better than ‘hand’ at least.” The woman known as Zatanna, who MJ only now realized was introduced to her as “Miss Annataz”, said. “A man only has two hands, but can have any number of shining jewels.” Both women flanked Rob, arms around his shoulders and hands on his broad chest. Zatanna turned to look at MJ, giving her a smoldering look. “Hello, MJ.” Wanda offered a similar expression.

“A pleasure to finally meet in the flesh. We’ve been excited to have you here. Mostly because Rob has been so eager to have you all to himself.”

Immediately, MJ could sense that there was something more to these two women than met the eye. Something supernatural, powerful, magical. They were extraordinary and not just because of their extraordinary beauty or grace. She could almost feel an aura of overwhelming power wafting from them. It made her feel small. Insignificant. As if she was shrinking before the might of these two giants. Rob was putting her on a pedestal with these two? She was just an ordinary girl. How could she possibly compete with them?

Still, MJ swallowed her insecurities and offered a handshake to the two women. “A pleasure to meet you as well..” She said, stiffer than she wanted.

At her outstretched hand, Wanda only chuckled. “Oh, darling, we’re sisters now. And that’s no way for sisters to introduce themselves. Let me show you…”

With movement like liquid silk, Wanda pulled MJ into her embrace and she soon found herself kissing the mysterious, powerful woman. If MJ could feel whatever mysterious presence emanated from Wanda just by standing before her, then kissing her was like sticking her finger into an electrical socket. She melted like an ice cube on California summer’s day, overwhelmed by the euphoria that came with having this woman’s tongue in her mouth. She submitted fully to Wanda’s ministrations and guidance, her hands running over the other redhead’s body as Wanda did the same to her. That meant that she had broken away from Rob, which would explain the looming body mass pressing against MJ’s backside. Rob was holding them, cradling them together. And MJ could feel his erection rubbing against her backside. It wasn’t the first time MJ had felt Rob’s hardness, knowing she was the source of said hardness, but now it was different. Her body, her actions, they were turning her Master on. She was a sexslave and her purpose was to please Rob and she was. She really was!

Mary Jane Watson never felt better or happier about herself before that moment, as she rubbed her fat ass up and down her owner’s stiff cock.

Intoxicated and overwhelmed by Wanda Maximoff, MJ barely had time to breath before she was passed off like a joint in a blunt circle to Zatanna, the experience slut similarly devouring the neophyte ****. Wanda’s energy and lovemaking, she could already tell, was hot and chaotic. A writhing storm of pure carnal energy. Zatanna’s was smoother and cooler. She faintly recalled that this woman was a travelling magician, which made perfect sense. Her kiss was like a choreographed stage show, Zatanna controlled everything, taking MJ along for the ride with a delicately crafted performance. Plenty of highs and thrills, but with enough pauses between the action so that she never got exhausted. Both were very good, but very distinct. MJ didn’t know which she preferred to kiss, but she was sure she was going to enjoy finding out.

Finally breaking from the plush lips of the magician, MJ was breathless and still overwhelmed, but Rob was still grinding his dick against her. It was very clear what he wanted, even before he verbalized it.

“I think it’s time for the main event of our little party here…” He whispered into her ear, cupping her breasts through her shirt. “Ready to be the star attraction?”

The thought of her Master fucking her before the entire harem was a dizzying thrill MJ did not know existed until now. However, with a coy smile on her lips, she had other plans.

“I was born to be a star, Rob. But, before that, I think we need a warm-up act to get the crowd going…” Turning to look into the crowd, MJ quickly spotted Gwen Stacy amongst the other girls. As if she could read her lustful, sinful mind, Gwen almost immediately homed in on MJ, the two locking eyes from across the room.

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“GLLRK!! GLLLCK!! SHLLLRPPP!! *GASP* Wait… so Rob was your teacher and he made you and all your classmates into his slaves?”

“SHLLK!! SHLLK!!! GLLLLOKKKK!!! *GASP* Yeah! He called it Slut Class. To teach us how to make money online by making smut or using our bodies. But then he said ‘fuck it’, took all of virginities, and now we’re part of his harem!”

“Holy shit that is so fucking hot! Why is that so hot?”

With Rob back on his throne, MJ got to cross off one item from her new bucket list, considering she was now a slut, a ****, and Rob was her everything: a threesome with him and Gwen Stacy. The two of them knelt before him, like supplicants before a king or servitors before a god, taking their turns drooling and slurping on his engorged cock (and this was where MJ discovered he could control the size and shape of it at will - it was literally a magic dick! She was right all along!). MJ was impressed that the (formerly svelte) Gwen Stacy was so good at swallowing such a mighty length, and she was equally impressed with how much hot she herself was getting watching another girl suck dick and sucking it herself. Blowjobs were fine for her in her old life, nothing special, nothing she looked forward to, but now! She was literally salivating in between turns, waiting eagerly for her opportunity to deepthroat the Master and his glorious, perfect cock!

Fuck, MJ, you’re such a whore, she thought to herself.

And that’s why Rob likes me, she thought back to herself.

She knew Rob loved her for many, many reasons, but that he also lusted for her body, and that was okay! MJ lusted for his dick. She wanted it, needed it, craved it, hungered for it! If tonight was going to be her initiation, then she was going to go buck wild and fully embrace her new role, getting what she wanted in return. She wanted to swallow load after load of his thick, rich semen. She wanted him to pump even more cum deep into her pussy. She wanted him to stretch her asshole with his ever-growing monster dick. MJ wanted Rob to fuck her from dusk till dawn, until she literally passed out, and then for him to fuck her one or two more times for good measure!

Yeah. She was a total slut, now. God, did such a fact make her so happy.

Gwen was running up and down Rob’s shaft, no doubt flicking her wonderful tongue and piercing along the length with expert precision, MJ huddled close to her new bestie, kissing her, touching her body, stroking her hair. Gwen was making the hottest, sexiest, wettest, and horniest gurgling and **** sounds as she **** herself to swallow the entirety of Rob's cock, eyes crossing as the head hit the back of her throat.

“So, did you know?” MJ asked Gwen, looking up at Rob. Observing every twitch and movement in his face. Watching him smirk and smile, gasp and sigh, grunt and shake. Pleasing him was her everything now. Her duty. Her life. Her desire. “When you told me about your Master, did you know that I was seeing him and he had his eyes on me?”

Slowly, Gwen rose away from Rob’s cock, detaching with a loud *POP* while spilling a river of drool all over it, his crotch, and the seat of the throne. “I did, yeah.” Gwen replied with a shaky, strained voice. “But only because Zatanna told me. The entire VIP night scheme was her idea.”

MJ looked back into the crowd, seeing her new ****-sister mingling with the others. And by “mingling”, MJ meant that Violet Parr was eating her out. She made a mental note that she needed to thank Zatanna for such a fun night.

But that was in the future. In the present, MJ took a deep breath before opening her mouth as wide as it could go and engulfing Rob’s cock in one go. Her jaw strained and her cheeks puffed out to fit it all in, and that was before she could feel the turgid mass surge and grow. She gargled in shock before the uncouth noise turned into a moan, Rob’s divine shaft filling the entirety of her mouth. Hyperfocused on him, she could hear his grunts of pleasure over the background noise of the party, egging her on. With slutty determination, MJ worried herself deeper and deeper down the eight-incher, one hand cupping his swollen nuts and rolling them around her palm like a pair of baoding balls.

Showing that she could deepthroat with the best of them, MJ then began to raise herself, up and down, again and again, sloppily releasing and swallowing the object of her desire. She let it fill her mouth, fill her throat, diving down to the root only to rise up until the tip was barely past her teeth, and then settling down again. MJ settled into her rhythm, solely focused on one thing. It was her first night. She had to make Rob cum. She had to make him orgasm and release his seed on her and Gwen. Paint them white with his thick, nasty cum. She could feel his balls twitch in her hands. Feel his cock shudder and shake along her tongue. She was close.

She was close, too, in the other sense of the term. Gwen was pumping graceful fingers in and out of her pussy while whispering lewd nothings into her ear.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re doing great, Red. Master loves a girl that can suck dick. He loves his whores to get on their knees and suck his fat cock. Swallow his cum. You’re a natural. You were meant to be his ****. His slut. His bitch. His cum-guzzling fuckdoll. You make me so hot, watching you slobber on his dick like that. Fuck, Red, I’m so glad we can have fun together. I can’t wait until the Master spears you on the fat, bitch-breaking cock of his. You’ll look so good…”

MJ whined and whimpered through her lips, sealed around the thick fuck-pillar, as her lower lips quivered and she sprayed her juices all over Gwen’s fingers. Rob seemed to take that as a sign, watching MJ on her hands and knees shudder in orgasmic delight. He seized a handful of luscious red locks and forcibly removed her from his cock. Then, with his other hand, he took hold of his mighty sword and wielded it before his two wenches, waggling it about as it pulsated.

Cum erupted from the swollen tip like water bursting from a fire hydrant. Both Gwen and MJ huddled together, heads craned skyward, tongues out, **** to catch as much of the rain drops as possible. Viscous white semen splattered all over her, in her mouth and on her tongue, but also all over her face and breasts and streaking through her hair. Her body lit up in ecstasy as the goo struck her, feeling the weight and heat and texture of Rob’s cum. It was lewd and dirty and vile and indescribably heavenly!

MJ and Gwent spent the next several minutes licking and kissing one another clean, when Rob tapped her on her shoulder. His magic dick was still standing perfectly erect. She knew what came next. She knew what was expected of her.

Rob stayed sitting on his golden throne, a symbol of his power and authority, as MJ rose to straddle him, lowering herself onto him, letting him fill her cunt once more. Now that she knew what she was and who he was, it felt like a key entering a lock. A perfect fit. It felt like she was made for this, because she was made for it. Her body was made to please him. Her pussy was meant for his cock and only for his cock.

In the breadth and chaos of the universe, knowing your place and role was almost the equivalent of achieving nirvana.

Mary Jane Watson knew her place and role.

“I am Master Rob’s sexslave! I am Master Rob’s fucktoy!” MJ babbled in breathless bliss, as she rode Rob, holding on for dear life.

“I am Master Rob’s living fleshlight! I am Master Rob’s obedient servant!”

As promised, MJ was the centre of attention, all her fellows slaves in attendance watch Rob fuck her with rapt attention. Like Zatanna, Wanda had found a partner to play with. The two other “jewels” watched with an almost rapturous expression

“I am Master Rob’s pet! I am Master Rob’s love ****!”

His cock had gotten bigger. She could feel it. It was slamming into her insides, deep and powerful, a sledgehammer of flesh and lust. Thick and turgid and violent, she could feel the fat head of his cock touch places she had never been touched in before. Never knew existed before. The sex was good before, but now it was insane. He was the ultimate lover. MJ was happy to give herself over to him.

“I am Master Rob’s slut! His whore! His plaything! His anything! AAAH! FUCK! ROB! I LOVE YOU AND I’LL DO ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING FOR YOU!!! MAAAAAAASTER!!!”

She had undoubtedly cummed multiple times during this particular bout of coitus. He had yet to release into her, into her deepest, most sacred parts. But now, she could feel the rumble, the thunder. The building pressure. A sexual volcano waiting to burst and paint her insides white. Mark her as his, forever and ever, and bind her soul to him for all of eternity.

MJ was ready. He already owned her, might as well make it official.

Her Master cumming into her was… words would fail to describe it. Mostly because the sheer, mind-shattering orgasm brought on by being filled by Rob’s cum caused MJ to whiteout. The last thing she remembered was slamming her hips into his lap one last time and Rob wrapping his arms around her, pinning her in place and holding her as close as humanly possible. In that moment, Rob and MJ, Master and ****, became one.

When MJ returned to self, she was still sitting on Rob’s lap atop the throne, but now, there was a glowing mark etched on her body. Halfway between her crotch and stomach, it was a pink rune that seemed to be drawn atop her flesh, taking the form of a cattleskull mark. She knew the cattleskull was Rob’s go-to online logo and watermark, but beyond that, she could only look at it with confusion and wonder.

Out in the crowd, she saw Zatanna, Wanda, Liara, and a few others reveal their lower torsos were marked with a similar brand, too. MJ’s confusion only deepened.

“That mark means you're pregnant, MJ.” Rob told her, softly and sweetly, cradling her close to him. “You’re going to have my child, just like all the others.” So sudden and out of left field that MJ was at a loss for words.

“You should feel honoured, MJ.” Zatanna said from the crowd, hands lovingly caressing the brand. “This has been Rob’s dream for a long time and only a handful of us have been impregnated yet. How many exactly, Izu?”

Once more, the android stepped out from nowhere to provide the answer. “With Miss Watson, the total comes to fourteen - Cersei Lannister, Liara T’soni, Urbosa, She-Hulk, Arya Stark, Sansa Stark, Mistress Zatanna, Mistress Wanda, Jean Grey, Ororo Munroe, Mercy, Pharah, and Ana Amari being the others.”

“I just… I never expected you of all people wanted kids, Rob.” MJ said, sinking into his lap and placing her head on his shoulders. “But I’m happy to make your dream come true.”

“Oh, yes, my dream of enslaving and fucking my own daughters.” No sooner had MJ sank into a comfortable position did she snap back upright, looking at Rob in shock. “Yep. That little baby I just put in you, we’re going to raise them normally, but once she turns eighteen, she’ll be following in her mother’s footsteps!” Rob declared with a sick grin and a booming laugh.

“Oh… my god… that is so sick and twisted. I mean, I know it’s sick and wrong, but I kind of love it!” A shiver of pleasure ran down MJ’s spine at the thought of Rob’s incestuous dreams. Of being a part of those dreams. Of having a threesome with her Master and their daughter. She openly moaned, the very idea enough to cause her physical pleasure. “You’re a fucked up pervert, Rob, but I literally cannot deny you a thing.” Her hand too fell to the glyph. “Our little girl is going to be another one of your doting harem girls and I cannot wait.”

“Ah, you really are the perfect woman.” All-powerful and controlling and Rob could still be a total sap. That’s why MJ loved him. After the two shared a kiss, Rob went back to addressing the room. “Ladies, you’re welcome to stay or leave as you feel free, but I will be retiring to my personal study with MJ, Wanda, and Zatanna. There’s some urgent personal business we need to attend to.”

Judging by the smirk Rob possessed when he announced this “urgent business”, MJ was expecting big things. And, oh boy, was she more right than she could have possibly known.