She decides to let him sleep.

As much as she wanted to, MJ knew her husband hardly slept as-is. Despite her longings, she distanced herself from the apartment. It would be a quick ride on the subway to get to where she needed to go. There was a little cafe she wanted to check out, but it was a bit away.

"Maybe Peter could swing me— no! I'm letting him sleep!" She slapped her cheeks and continued on and down into the subway. Per usual, it was pretty crowded. She managed to squeeze herself on and found a place to stand. True, she was pressed up against a bunch of people, but it was better than waking... kind of.

As the train started, MJ felt something press against her ass. She couldn't reach behind her, but as whatever it was squeezed her, she quickly figured out that it was a hand. "Hey!" She chirped to no avail; it didn't seem like anyone could hear her.

Another hand reached around and began to fumble under her top, squeezing her sizeable breasts. "St—" She couldn't finish the phrase as her head was turned and **** into a kiss. At the same time, the hand on her ass swung around to get front, teasing her through her clothes. More than that, she had this frightening compulsion to let them have her. Odd phrases swam through her head as she did her best to fight then off.

I am a slut.
My body is made to please men.
I will never turn down a man who wants to use me.
Let men make all of the decisions. I don't need to think.

She struggled both against the thoughts and the kiss until she felt another pair of lips touch her ear. "We're getting off at the next exit and you're coming with us." She felt a pit form in her stomach. Yes, from fear of what they were going to do to her. But also fear of disobeying them... Not because of what they could do, but because it felt wrong to go against them.