The Spider looked at his trophy wife with pleasure. In a city like New York City, it was easy to find a tattoo and piercing shop that was staffed by and catered to metahumans who could afford the very best. What would have taken tedious hours and weeks of healing took mere minutes instead. Not that the new Mary Jane seemed capable of being damaged or feeling pain - even after the most brutal of fucks, not bothering to hold back with his superstrength, her split lips, broken ribs and bruises vanished in instants, replaced by an almost photoshopped sheen of sexy perfection . . . now fully and perfectly customized to his desires.
He took in his fucktoy with pride, slowing tracing his eyes from her feet to her hair. Permanent fishnet stockings in interlacing strands of red and blue covered her long, pale legs up to mid-thigh, where spider-shaped garters linked to a lazy repeating motif in the shape of lace - the words "Spider's Slut" in tiny cursive, recursive swirls of red and blue across her wide hips, dancing over her perfect, full ass and shaved pussy. Speaking of which . . .
"PROPERTY OF THE SPIDER" was printed in jagged red and blue text on her smooth mound, the letters making it clear that the constantly wet folds beneath were for The Spider's enjoyment only. Well, not only his. He smiled as the lesbian mutant whose tattoo ability had made this possible ate out his slut's pussy with gusto, making MJ squeal in delight - a fine payment for a job well done. The other woman's fingers squeezed MJ's tight ass cheeks as she buried her face into her snatch, obscuring the twin logos, one Spider on each cheek.
MJ, meanwhile, could only thrash and squeal in delight as the woman ate her out, held in place by an improvised sex harness made of his webbing. Her massive tits jiggled wildly, tiny bells jingling as her obscenely huge pink nipples each now sported a silver piercing and "Spider's Whore" on them, one word across the top of each massive tit. If one even bothered looking at her neck, they'd see a tattooed collar along the same lines as the garter belt on her waist but with his spider emblem in place of a lock. Bright blue pouty lips and whorish amounts of blue eyeshadow stout out against her cascade of red curls that hung just above her perfect ass as she screamed out in yet another orgasm.
The Spider smiled. No one could mistake his property for anything but his ever again - his endlessly horny fucktoy, now and forever. He twirled a black leather leash around his finger and idly wondered what he would have her wear in public . . . if anything.
***
Felicia smiled as she thought of Flash. Why had she ever dumped him again? He did have that big, oh-so-suckable meaty cock. Fuck, it would be so hot to just have that massive fuckstick of his in her mouth, fingering herself while she sucked him off . . .
15 minutes of frantic masturbation and two orgasms later, one hand in her pussy and the other in her mouth, she shook her head violently and wiped away drool from her mouth and tits. With a shock she realized she'd been letting the program affect her! Hissing in annoyance, she quickly edited the program, not aware of the full ramifications of the changes she'd made thus far.