Jessica Jones had finally just gotten her baby down for a nap when she saw live footage of The Wrecker doing something bizarre to her best friend Ms. Marvel and She-Hulk.
"We had thought this superhero battle over and done with but chaos reigns after the reappearance of The Wrecker!" rambled the confused reporter, eyes bugging out as he glanced down an alleyway. "She-Hulk is now on some sort of, ah, sexual rampage and Ms. Marvel
has disappeared!" rambled the confused reporter.
Jessica Jones didn't need to hear any more. She threw on her Jewel costume and flew down to confront The Wrecker, trusting other Avengers to follow
The Wrecker was advancing on the SHIELD paddywagon to free his friends when Jewel slammed into him, knocking him blocks away.
"What the hell did you do to She-Hulk? And where's Ms. Marvel?" she snarled at him.
He just smirked.
"You're Luke Cage's pet cooze, right? Heh. Not anymore."
"Keep talking, asshole!" growled Jewel. "I'm going to-"
The Wrecker pointed at her and smirked.
"Wrecker's pet bimbo."
"What did you just . . . ooh . . ."
Jessica Jones felt her mind start to get foggy and strange as her IQ diminished and her libido skyrocketed. Her white and blue costume shrank and transformed into a bikini top, trampy heels and g-string - all purple and green to match her Master's costume -
as her tits swelled outwards into big, obviously fake E-cups. Her hair turned platinum blonde and her face became covered in trashy purple make-up, her lips becoming pouty and her eyes becoming both blue and utterly vacant. The words "Property Of The Wrecker"
were tattooed on her plump left ass cheek. The finishing touch was a long purple leather leash forming around her neck, the end of which sat in Wrecker's hand.
"Nice." grunted The Wrecker.
Jessi tried to think but thinking didn't work. Why was she trying to think anyways? Master was here to tell her what to do. She was horny too. She hoped Master fucked her slutty holes soon.
"What's your name, anyways?"
"I'm Jessi, Master!" giggled the former Jessica Jones in a squeaky breathy bimbo voice as she sank to her knees before him, leash pulled taught. "Um, does Master wanna fuck Jessi? I'm totally horny and stuff!"
Wrecker laughed.
"Sure, bitch . . . if you get on all fours and beg for it."
Jessi instantly turned around and fell to her hands and knees, raising up her ass and pussy invitingly.
"PLEASE, MASTER! PLEASE FUCK ME!" she half-shouted, half-whimpered in her baby doll lisp. "PLEASE FUCK YOUR PET BIMBO!"
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