Chapter 6

Mary Jane stood in the middle of the sound stage dressed in some ones idea of what a woman would wear on an African safari. Khaki shirt and shorts with way too many pockets and a pith helmet. Thick socks and hiking boots completed the outfit.

Several men, similarly attired, were lying on the floor with fake blood smeared on them. A mousy little man who had been introduced to her as the director made a motion and the AD (assistant director) shouted, "Places everyone." There was some stirring and then everyone was still.

"All right people, this is picture," the director said, "Roll camera."

A second later the soundman said, "Speed" and the director pointed at Mary Jane and said, "Action!"

Mary Jane took a deep breath and then looked around her and wailed, "Oh my God, they're dead, they're all dead. I have to get out of here."

She turned to the left and started to go only to be stopped by the sight of three African warriors looking menacingly at her. She reversed course only to find four more in her path. Several of the black warriors leaped at her, grabbed her and pushed her to the ground as she screamed. Hands clutched at her clothes, ready to rip them off of her and she twisted and turned and screamed as she tried to fight them off. Suddenly the director hollered out, "Cut!"

He turned to Kraven and said, "This isn't going to work. The woman is just too damned sexy."

"What's the problem?"

"Look at my Africans, there isn't a soft dick among them and on film it is going to stick out like a sore thumb."

Kraven nodded and then said, "I have an idea." Turning to Mary Jane he said, "You can see the problem, right?" She nodded an amused yes. "I hate to bring this up and normally I wouldn't, but I saw you in action yesterday and I know that you have a strong sexual appetite." He motioned around him, "All this is costing a bundle and the quickest way to get back on track is to get rid of those stiff cocks. You are a professional Mary Jane and you have some idea of what production times cost. What do you think, can you help us out?"

Mary Jane looked over at the African warriors; Joe was one and so was Max. "Okay, I'll do it."

"Good girl. Can I ask a favor?"

"What?"

"You know what out takes are, right?"

"Yes."

"As long as you are going to do it can I roll camera? I would like to film it for my own private library. I'd like to pick it up at the point where they wrestled you to the ground and have you act as if they are forcing you. After all, that was the purpose of the original scene. The only difference is that in the real movie Tarzan, played by Brad Pitt saves you before it happens. I'll even give an under the table, tax free bonus of say, twenty thousand?"

Mary Jane kicked and screamed and tried to fight them off, but they ignored her and ripped her clothes off her. "This would be Academy Award stuff if it was ever seen by the paying public," she thought as the last little wisp of clothing — her thong — was ripped off her. She opened her mouth to scream again and a thick, dark chocolate cock was shoved in her mouth. Hands grabbed the back of her head and the cock started to fuck her face. A mouth attached itself to her right tit and fingers started pulling on her left nipple. More fingers entered her pussy and a thumb was pushed into her ass.

Her body tingled with that delicious "Fuck me" feeling that she loved so much, but the professional in her said, "Fight it off MJ, you are being forced here, play the part." She got one hand free and she beat on the chest of the warrior stuffing his cock in her mouth and she kept struggling and trying to break free of them. He legs were pushed apart and she felt the first slab of meat pierce her outer lips and it felt so damned good.

She moaned around the cock in her mouth as the cock in her pussy began to pound into her hard and fast. In the back of her mind she felt it rear it's head, "Oh shit," she thought, "There goes my Academy Award" as her first orgasm washed over her. She felt the cock in her mouth throb and she knew it was only seconds away from pushing a load down her throat. At that exact instant she felt the cock in her pussy pulse and her insides were splashed by hot sperm.

"Oh my God" her mind screamed at her, "They aren't wearing condoms" and she really struggled and tried again to break free. Hands held her legs apart as another black warrior moved between them and pushed his hard lance deep into her. The cock in her mouth spit out it's offering and she was forced to swallow it all or choke. When the cock pulled out of her mouth she cried out, "No, please God no, you ca..." But another cock was shoved into her mouth before she could finish saying "do me without rubbers."

For the next several hours Mary Jane Parker was stuffed with cock as one man after another fucked her. She had stopped her struggles and her body welcomed the invaders. She had orgasm after orgasm as her legs wrapped around torsos and her fingers dug into butt cheeks. She screamed out in pleasure and begged the men to fuck her harder and make her cum.

Mary Jane had so many orgasms that her body was drained of strength and she was exhausted. She was so tired that when she was positioned on her hands and knees and Max took her anal virginity her scream of pain didn't have any more steam behind it than one of her low moans of pleasure (Peter had been there, but with him only having three inches it could still be considered untouched). By the time Max had emptied himself in her ass the pain had subsided and she was pushing her butt back at him. Max pulled out of her ass and the other six Africans lined up to pooper poke her.

When the last of the black warriors had finished packing Mary Jane's fudge Kraven made a signal to the cameraman and the camera was turned off. And then Mary Jane really got worked over as the rest of the cast and crew took turns ramming their cocks into whichever hole they fancied. Cameraman, soundman, gaffers, best boy, key grip, dolly grip and the janitor who kept the sound stage clean all fucked her. By the time the dead safari members got up off the floor and unzipped Spider-Man's slut wife had passed out from exhaustion.

When she awoke Mary Jane's entire body hurt. She sat up and saw that she was on a small cot in a room with no windows. She got up and went to the door and found that it was locked. She started beating on the door and demanding to be let out. Nothing happened for several minutes and then the door opened and Kraven came in.

"Why am I in here? Why have you locked me up?"

"It was necessary to give me some time to figure out what to do with the Widow Parker."

"The Widow Parker? I don't understand."

"Right about now your husband should be stuffed into a trash can in some alley and the question for the Widow Parker is would she like to be in the next trash can over or would she rather be my own personal sex toy?"

"I still don't understand."

"It is simple Mary Jane. You are drop dead gorgeous and the most magnificent piece of ass I've ever had and it would be an absolute shame to have to kill you and stuff your body in a trash can somewhere. Hence the question, "Would you rather be dead or my personal sex toy?"

"I still don't understand what this is all about."

"It is about money Mary Jane, an awful lot of money. There is an extremely wealthy man who wants a one of a kind, one-copy only —his- porno film. You know what a 'snuff film' is Mary Jane?"

"Oh my God" Mary Jane moaned as she finally realized what Kraven was saying.

"God can't help you here Mrs. Parker, but I can. I'm being paid two million dollars for the film. You don't have to be the one snuffed. All my principal specified was that it be a busty redhead."

"What is this stuff about the Widow Parker and Peter being stuffed in a trash can?"

"When you had died and we had disposed of your body we couldn't have your husband looking for you, now could we. It was a tidy solution to a vexing problem. Everything is wrapped up nicely. Your husband would be dead, you would have disappeared and the police would start looking for you as the prime suspect. I mean you were obviously guilty or why had you run? And your husband is dead. Our man hasn't reported in yet, but Slasher is the best in the business. He has never failed."

The actress in Mary Jane took over as she suppressed the joy in her heart. Her Peter was alive! And as long as she was alive there was hope. She knew he was alive because there wasn't anyway in the world that a man could get close enough to Petey to hurt him because of his Spider Sense. Oh no, if you wanted to take out her Tiger it would have to be from half a mile away with a pretty accurate sniper rifle. No, her baby was okay and all she had to do was stay alive until he found her. Kraven had wanted an actress, she would give him one.

"What are you, stupid? Come on Kravey baby, you've seen me in action. Do you think I'd really chose a trash can over a cock like yours? Just tell me you aren't serious about my being your private sex toy. Don't tell me that you are going cut me off from Max, Joe, Mark, and yes, even little Andy. You have a super cock Kravey, but you've seen me sweetie, I need cock, a lot of cock."

Kraven chuckled, "I'll see to it you get all you want Mary Jane and I'm going to make you a star. It will be of porno films, but you will be a star."

Mary Jane giggled, "Well, that certainly should get me all the cock I want."

"Course the down side for me is now I have to start all over on my snuff film."

"Not necessarily."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I know a girl who looks enough like me to be my double. Might have to play with camera angles a little, but we can off her and still use the footage of me."