Still strong

Mary Jane finished her breakfast, if the smell of bacon and eggs was any indication before she felt a sense of loss in her throat and mouth as the bumpy cock was extracted from her orifice to her horror. Her body still ached from the last time the cock left her. The brutal bruising beating she had been subjected to haunted her dreams. The loss of the cock was devastating, it was like losing a limb. She had had basically nothing to focus on but the cock for a week. It was her reason for being in the Fisk house and she knew it. The loss nearly unbearable as her lips refused to close, her neck still bobbing slightly in the absence.

Slowly the mask was peeled away as she stared up at the big man above her, fully clothed, the monstrosity of a cock hidden behind linen suit pants, but the outline. That glorious outline which had just cum down her throat was painfully visible as MJ adjusted to the dim lighting. Her eyes and ears felt the ****.

Her god said one word and MJ dove forward to try and use her teeth to pull down the zipper. To her chagrin her mouth would not close. Whether by physical training or mental MJ could not get her teeth to close. Her jaw was almost locked open, her psyche fearful of accidentally biting her god, offending the big man. With fear in her eyes she lifted her hands from the ground and pulled the zipper down. The mass of flesh fell and wetly smacked her face to the big man's sneering face.

MJ stuck her tongue out from her mouth, her jaw not closing as she licked the shorn balls in front of her. Unable to speak, her jaw not mobile enough and her throat raw, her brilliant green eyes glowed as she sucked the plum sized food producer into her gaping maw.

"You have a choice now. 1) you go back to Nick and as per the agreement, I see you next year for your payment. 2) you go back and never see me again but you join the auction, or 3) you put that harness on and your pussy gets the same treatment for the next week that your mouth just did. I recommend number three." The big man's eyes were cold and terrifying as he stared at MJ as she continued to suck on his balls, spit leaking from her open jaw. Fear always in the beautiful greens grew ten-fold, indecision mounted by the second as the Kingpin frowned. He was not used to this. In the past women had chosen number three instantly. They did it because of fear, or because they wanted his huge cock in him.

Slowly MJ let the ball from her mouth as she stood. Her body aching, her knees cracking and thighs shaking from lack of use. She could feel her back muscles scream in pain as she straightened to her full height.

In slow slurring, garbled words she said, "I may be a sub, I may be a slut. I do fear and respect you but I don't want you and I am going back to Nick."

Stunned, the Kingpin stared at the gorgeous woman's wrecked body but unbroken mind and slowly clapped twice. "Bring Mary Jane back to her house. Unharmed."

"Mrs. Parker, this way." Said a tall scary pale white almost grey skinned man with razor sharp teeth.

"Mrs. Parker, see you at the auction in six months. If you join, your pussy is mine. If you don't want that, find a suitable replacement." Fisk said as MJ was **** to pause at the door. "Let her dress first. MJ you will find your clothes and makeup in the bathroom."