Wrecker grunted in delight as he pounded away at Jessi's snatch, smacking her plump pale ass repeatedly and occasionally yanking on her leash to make her squeal.
"You like that, you slutty bitch? You like being the Wrecker's fucktoy?"
"Oooh! YES! YES!" squealed Jessi in delight at his rough doggy-style fucking. "FUCK ME HARDER, MASTER! FUCK YOUR PET BIMBO! PLEEEEAAAASE!"
This was the life he'd always dreamed of . . . at least, it was for the first hour or so. As people gathered around taking pictures and the news media arrived in droves, Wrecker grunted and frowned. When he'd given himself "Infinite sexual stamina" he hadn't
realized just how infinite that was. The screaming bimbo whose pussy was clamping down on his dick like a vise had cum at least twenty times now, five of those times when he switched over to fucking her tight asshole with only her sopping pussy juices as lubrication.
She was practically hoarse from screaming his name and the leash was barely keeping her upright.
"Shit!" he grunted. "Didn't think that through . . ."
He looked down at himself pumping in and out of the former Jessica Jones' tight asshole and growled three more words.
"Cums on command!"
The Ring of Three Words tingled and he smiled.
"CUM!" he bellowed.
To his surprise both him and Jessi came simultaneously, hot, thick ropes of cum filling the bimbo's asshole as she squealed one last time, voice ripe with exhaustion. He realized that the ring had made it so both of them could come on command. With a groan
of delight, he let Jessi's leash go slack, allowing the sweaty, exhausted slut to slump down on the cold concrete below her, now limp as a rag doll from Wrecker's brutal, seemingly endless fucking.
"Heh. Guess I used this slut all up." Wrecker chuckled. "Time to make a new one."
Of course, by this time, Wrecker had attracted quite a huge crowd and a few blocks down, a huge impromptu line of men had formed waiting for their turn to fuck the now insatiable cum slut She-Hulk. After Thor's bizarre, televised transformation, both the Agents
of SHIELD and the other Avengers were trying to figure out what was happening and find their former teammates before attacking The Wrecker outright again, much to their frustration . . . but not every superhero in New York was so willing to wait.
Wrecker stuffed his cock back into his pants and chortled.
"What? No more Avengers stupid enough to take me on?" he bellowed, causing the crowd around him to back away in fear.
"Sorry, Wrecker, you used up all the stupid in a tri-state area! Everyone knows that!" came an irritating voice followed by a red and blue blur swinging right into The Wrecker. He was knocked through the wall of a nearby warehouse, the wind temporarily knocked
out of him. Growling as he got to his feet, he looked around for the source of his irritation - Spider-Man.
"Okay, folks, back away - professional friendly neighborhood Spider-Man at work here, civilians and amateurs should not try this at home, okay? Waitaminute- Jewel?"
Spider-Man stopped in shock at the sight of the bimbofied former Mrs. Luke Cage flopped spread-eagle and sweat on the ground, eyes-half-lidded from exhaustion but suddenly focused on him.
"You . . . hurt . . . Master?" she said slowly, her speech slurred from exhaustion.
"Master? What the heck happened to you?"
That was all the time The Wrecker needed to stand up and see Spider-Man. He grinned and wondered what he would say next. He'd already done that "chicks with dicks" shit with Thor and he didn't want to repeat himself. An idea suddenly came to him . . .
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