So I wrote this with the help of Wolfmeal (an artist who can be found on Eka's Portal https://aryion.com/g4/user/wolfmeal, and occasionally Gurochan, I think). Cool guy.

This story is based off the current (well, a year ago) comic book canon; Where Tony is dating Dr. Amara Perera and Mary Jane Watson is single and Tony's Executive Assistant (Pepper Potts' old job). You don't really need to know anything else in order to enjoy this story. Wolfmeal has his own version that I think he'll be posting which is set in the Movie-verse instead.

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Mary Jane – Spit-roast Demonstration
Tags: Marvel Comics, Mary Jane Watson, Tony Stark, F/Self, Consensual, Snuff, Spitting, Cannibalism, Exhibitionism, Complete

It had been several weeks since Tony Stark had hired her as his personal assistant, and Mary Jane had finally gotten used to the position. It was strange at first; following with his orders and sudden inspirations, covering for his absences with the people he was scheduled to meet, but the job itself was fulfilling and always kept her on her toes. In return, Mary Jane was one of the best assistants that Tony had ever had. She was let in on some great company secrets, but was sworn to secrecy under penalty of Iron-Clad punishment. Friday, Tony's AI assistant, said it more of a joke than anything during one of their meetings, but MJ wasn't sure if that was really true or not.

Today's agenda was supposed to be simple; just oversee the demonstration of a new Stark Industries product for possible investors. The key words there being 'supposed to be.' Mary Jane looked at her StarkPad to make sure she was really seeing what she thought she was. The model for the spitting demo had managed to get stuck in traffic when the Subway stopped in the middle of a tunnel due to some idiot pulling the emergency brake, and now she was trapped somewhere below ground (she hadn't said where in her rushed email) and was unable to make it to the demonstration in time. They had all the top brass in Stark Tower looking for her stalled subway car in order to expedite her trip, but she was nowhere to be found. Mary Jane suspected tht the model had gotten cold feet, seeing as the job they'd hired her for required her to be naked and spitted in front of a roomful of strangers.

Mary Jane grimaced as the StarkPad in her hand reminded her that the demonstration was supposed to start in 15 minutes. It was now a quarter to 5 and there was no other option available. She sighed as she put in a call to the cafeteria, and called up someone she trusted to take over for her for the evening.

When the new girl arrived, Mary Jane thrust an edible ink marker into her hand and was presented her with a meat chart. The new girl blinked a few times in confusion. When she looked up at Mary Jane again, she gulped when she saw the beautiful redhead standing naked in front of her. "Ok, since the model we hired got cold feet, I will be taking her place, I need you to mark me up based on that meat chart, and then I can get out there and fulfill my final duty for Ton.... Mr. Stark"

Being his number one underling, Tony had insisted she call him by his first name to his face, and she had gotten used to that so she often stumbled over her words when speaking about him to the others at the company. She gave a soft moan as the assistant chef gripped her left breast first and wrote the word "Breast" just above her areola and then did the same on the other one. Once this part of her marking was done, Mary Jane clipped her ID badge to her hardened nipple and wondered how Tony would feel about this. She still couldn't believe Tony had gone off on an emergency mission just when she needed him most. Mary Jane idly wondered if Tony would even care about losing her help, or whether the billionaire playboy would be more interested in dining on her spit-roasted sex with his new girlfriend, Dr. Amara Perera, as part of the romantic dinner he had MJ set up tonight. A dinner which had initially planned for them to share the now missing model's pussy instead of her own.

The longer the cafeteria attendant worked on marking her body, the wetter she got. Mary Jane was amazed at how much the thought of being cooked aroused her. She was very tempted to shove the woman's face into her cunt and have her eat her out right then and there but, unfortunately she had a schedule to keep. She gulped and shuddered as a moan went through her body as the word "Cunt" was written just above her enlarged clitoris. Finally, the cafeteria attendant drew the perforated marks around her upper thigh, seperating it from the area clearly marked as her "rump," and finished her task by marking the word "Leg" with her edible ink marker on Mary Jane's thigh.

Having been marked, Mary Jane took a deep breath, not really understanding why she was as turned on as she was. The arousal was dribbling down her leg so fast, it would have been impossible to get it to stop or dry up in time for the demonstration. Mary Jane checked her StarkPad, it looked like most of the demonstration's attendees had arrived and were now in their seats waiting for the presentation they'd been promised. They were waiting on her.

Mary Jane walked out of the back room and took an index card from a stack on the desk. Carefully, she wrote "5:30" on it and taped it over the currently written "5:00" on the board, making sure the people whom had already shown up got a good long look at her ass as she did so as a sort of consolation prize for the wait. She then turned around and smiled softly at the assembled crowd.

"Sorry folks, our meatgirl chickened out, so we'll be rescheduling the demo for half an hour later." She explains. "I'll be taking her place for you, due to the short notice. But as Mr. Stark has run off... AGAIN, I need some time to make sure my successor can handle all my leftover tasks for this event after all!" she says laying one arm over the back of the spitting machine. It was the newest Jessica machine, the Jessica 4000, though, since she was the first girl that would be using it, Mary Jane thought that it probably should have been named after her, or at least renamed after tonight.

A few people nodded their heads in understanding, while the rest of the assembled crowd focused solely on her tits. 'Leave it to Tony to find a girl that'd leave, and then run off himself!' she thought as she turned to return to the back of the display room so she could instruct the cafeteria assistant on just what she needed to do for the rest of the evening. "I still can't believe I'm actually going to do this! OR how HORNY it's making me~ I can't even wait to see everyone's faces when they see me on this thing... Or Tony's when he finds out his top aide's an evening roast now!' She then turned around and smiled warmly at the audience.

"But don't worry folks! The chef assures me that he can still have the live roast and demo dinner on time for all of you that have other plans scheduled!" she says before heading into the back room finally to breath heavily a few times. She dared not play with herself as she didn't want to ruin the edible ink on her thighs with the incredible flood of arousal just waiting to leak from her cunt at the slightest caress.

In an effort to make sure Tony wasn't inconvenienced too much by her loss, Mary Jane She gave her replacement a rundown of how the StarkPad worked and how to do some of the more complex chores it had on it, along with a suggestion that the new girl ask Friday, Tony Stark's AI, if she needed to find out how to do something that MJ hadn't had time to cover. Before Mary Jane knew it, the time turned to 5:30 and it was time for the demonstration to begin. Mary Jane passed the StarkPad over to her temporary replacement and patted her on the shoulder. "Good luck," MJ offered, before turning to meet her destiny.

"Thank you, Ma'am," the now former cafeteria assistant replied, bowing just a tad as she watched MJ walk out. The redhead's bust jiggled with every step, to the point where she had to reattach her ID tag to her slightly sore nipple. The tag wouldn't be coming off until she was fully spitted and the new aide had bound her so that she could really start roasting.

When Mary Jane got out to the display hall, she bowed low so her breasts bounced off each other and her hard nipples pointed to the floor. "Hello everyone, My name is Mary Jane Watson, and I will be your meatgirl and your dinner for this evening." With that said, Mary Jane straightened up, her breasts jiggling slightly from the sudden movement as she gestured at the Jessica 4000 and smiled. "And this wonderful device is the Jessica 4000. It's also the machine which will be transforming me from the busty redhead you see before you, into your dinner. With the newest in Stark Industries technology packed inside this baby, your meatgirls will have a comfortable ride from the moment they lay on it, to the time they go over the flames." Every word she spoke made her pussy drip more arousal. “Of course, you don't have to take my word for it, you'll be seeing just how smoothly the machine converts meatgirls like me soon enough.” Mary Jane grinned mischeviously, enjoying herself as she presented the machine to the gathered investors who seemed more interested in ogling her naked body than listening to her pitch. Mary Jane couldn't exactly blame them; in their position MJ knew she'd be doing the same exact thing. Mary Jane had read over the bullet points in preparation for this demonstration, even before she'd decided to take the part of meatgirl as well as presenter. The Bullet points were more of a rough outline of the devices' functions, not enough to fill a whole presentation by themselves, so MJ had put her own spin on things in order to flesh them out.

The redhead knelt down next to the side of the machine and pointed out a pair of hand-shaped depressions in the metal. "This here will sense the girl's size by the shape of her hands, and readjust the spitting mechanism accordingly." A few of these members aahed and took notes. Clearly they were interested in this product already and this point had just made them want it all the more. Others in the crowd were watching the curve of MJ's butt as she knelt on the floor in front of them, they might also have been taking notes, but if they were, those notes were purely mental ones.

Next Mary Jane pulled out two cups from either side of the machine, though only one of them could be seen at the angle the audience was in compared to the machine. "Normally these don't come out as easily, but with it being off, they're view-able. These cups will hold in the meatgirl's breasts so they don't cause her unwanted pain from how heavy they may be. They don't automatically come out, so it is up to the chef's discretion if he wants to use them.” MJ detached the cup from the display model and passed it around, showing all of the potential investors the built-in stimulators meant to tease the girl as she is being spitted.

The redhead opened the seat of the machine and gestured inside the newly revealed empty shell. "This particular prototype doesn't have the upgrade, mostly because it is still in R&D, but there will be an easy to install upgrade that will also gut the meatgirl right here on the Jessica, and then proceed to clean her and stuff her as well as dispose of the offal removed." A small part of MJ wished that the upgrade had been finished already; she rather wanted to feel the seat carving and stuffing her and it was a bit of a shame that she wouldn't be able to.

MJ climbed onto the Jessica, flashing the gathered investors brief tantalizing glimpses of her completely shaved cunt as she scrambled onto the device. This was it, once she went through with this she'd really be meat, wouldn't she? Mary Jane's pussy was already soaking the newly upholstered seat of the machine at the mere thought. It took MJ a moment to catch her breath, but finally she laid down on the seat of the machine, spreading her legs and giving the gleaming spit a healthy target with which to spit her. She gestured to the cafeteria attendant to come closer.

"Set the Jessica to pussy mode after you turn it on.” Mary Jane ordered, her expression a mix of her own attempts to be business-like but with unhampered lust clearly written in the curves of her mouth and the sparkle in her eyes. “It's time to show our guests what this device can really do."

The woman nodded her head and smiled at her. "Yes Ma'am" she replied as she plugs in the machine. A small jolt of power ran through it, and as a result vibrated the whole device, sending a shiver of pleasure through Mary Jane as she sat there. She heard a whirring behind her and looked back to see the spit lower further down so it would be right at the basic pussy level. The exact position would change once the machine scanned her after she put her hand-print into place, but even knowing that the machine wasn't yet perfectly accurate, Mary Jane could feel her nipples stiffening.

The control panel in front of her face lit up in a blue glow as it ran through some basic diagnostics. The process was familiar; most of Tony's inventions did something similar, and even though it was probably obcvious to more than half the room what was happening, Mary Jane still explained what was going on to the other half so that they could understand. Five lights lit up on each side as the machine registered that the fingertip scan worked, and MJ felt the spit push into her pussy an inch before retracting; causing her to moan in a mixture of arousal and disappointment at the way the machine was teasing her.

"Just two more points that I need to get out before I am spitted." Mary Jane explained, licking her lips. "First; a set of soft cuffs, meant to keep the girl steady will automatically spring out once her hand is in the grooves, making the entire spitting process completely automated once the girl is in position. And the other thing, is that if the girl is willing, and aroused by this procedure, such as I am, the machine will suck up the juices produced by her excitement and contain them for you to do with as you please once she is spitted." Mary Jane smiled wryly, “I think the chef was planning to use mine in the sauce he's serving me with later tonight.”

A few of the audience members, hearing this latest information, immediately pressed the button provided to them by one of Tony's employees on the way in. The buttons were meant as a quick and easy way to order the machine. The investors MJ had invited at his request just had to slide their cards into the slot on the bottom and press the button and the investor's copy of the machine would be delivered once the final product was finished.

Mary Jane gasped, smiling as she readied herself for the final, irreversible stem in her conversion from personal assistant into dinner. "Now, if all of you could please direct your attention to my lower half, you can watch as the spit pole readjusts to my body type."

With a steady and deliberate motion, MJ pressed her hand into the grooves and felt the inner workings of the machine start to hum. She saw a small device fly out of the front of the machine and cast a blue light over the top of her naked (but thoroughly marked up) body, then land on the spit's tip. The redhead could see the blue light gaze over her as it scanned her legs and butt, then panned another scan along each side before returning to the front of the machine. The crowd watched as the spit lowered just a bit, and extended out behind so that it would be able to take her whole body's weight.

The next thing the redhead felt was the pairs of panels opening up above and below her wrists, and the same for her ankles so that two sets of cuffs could come out and tighten around her appendages. She even moaned when they tightened and her hands flexed a small bit at the feeling. "Now, you should be aware that I will be moaning quite a bit. Don't take that to be a bad thing." she says turning her head to look at the new assistant as best as she could.

Time seemed to slow down for her as the assistant's finger moved down towards the button that would seal her fate. Mary Jane watched as the finger pressed down, indenting slightly before forcing the large red button down with a satisfying almost mechanical click. With the button finally pressed, MJ felt the machine behind her whirr to life and the spit slide forward towards its target. The redhead gulped again, he sex dripping even wetter with arousal at the reality of what she was about to experience; arousal which was immediately sucked in by the machine to collect in a container beneath her.

The moment the cool metal of the spit parted her pussy lips, Mary Jane's head tilted back as she moaned in excitement. She felt the cups wrap around her breasts and the diodes within them began teasing her nipples relentlessly, causing her to moan even harder in expectant anticipation.

The spit pushed through the redhead's body slowly. She could feel it stretching her lips wide open, causing her to moan and breathe heavier and harder with each passing second. She felt it press past her cervix and tear through the back of her womb, sending a immense jolt of pain ripping through her body, marking the passage of the spit inside her.

The machine was well built. It kept Mary Jane perfectly in place through the whole experience.

Mary Jane began to gag as the spit reached the base of her neck. Her eyes started rolling through to the back of her head as her vision started darkening from the edges in as she briefly lost the ability to breathe. Once the spit was through her lips and resting on the Y post at the other end of the machine however, the spit began to twirl at a slow pace until air returned to her lungs and the redhead took a deep resonating breath.

The cafeteria assistant knelt next to her and smiled as she unclipped Mary Jane's ID tag from her left breast and licked her lips. "You are going to be fantastic. I wish I could have a piece of you once you finish cooking like these people," the assistant reassured her quietly. Mary Jane wanted to tell the assistant about the piece she'd reserved for later; a choice cut of upper thigh back when she thought that they'd be roasting a model instead of herself. But with the spit stretching her jaw and gagging her more effectively than any sex-toy, the redheaded soon-to-be roast couldn't utter a word.

The assistant, having said her piece, stood up and turned to the group at large. "And with that, our former Number 1 aide is now meat! She'll be put over the fire shortly." she explained as she dropped the ID tag into a container and unhooked the top of the Jessica.

The bolts and gears retracted to reveal the metal of the spit. A couple of chefs came out and waited to get her ready to go over the fire. The temporary assistant bound Mary Jane's arms behind her back, and then her legs to two poles at the back of the spit. She then put a stabilizer pole inside the the redhead so that the spit wouldn't twirl around inside her and instead would spin her properly.

As Mary Jane was lifted up to be carried to the fire pit, she let out a hard moan, cumming even harder. She could feel her body, gushing cum along the shaft of the spit. The investors watched as she dripped a clear trail of arousal behind her as she was carried to the balcony that was just outside the display room. The assistant bowed and gestured after them. "And there you have it ladies and gentleman, when a woman is as willing and aroused as this one was, they can still cum even as they are lifted up to be roasted."

At that, several more people slid their cards in and placed orders for the machine. Tony made a killing off this device that morning.

"Now, this meatgirl will take several hours to cook, so please feel free to do as you please, and dinner will be served at the scheduled time this evening." the assistant explained as she walked outside to help baste MJ with the bucket of sauce that the chef was just adding the last ingredient to, MJ's own juices, copiously harvested earlier by the machine from her heavily leaking cunt.

MJ gave a shuddering moan as she felt the heat on her nipples, hanging down pointed towards the fire. It felt so damn good to be cooked like this! She had to keep her eyes closed so she didn't get dizzy from all the spinning, but the barbecue sauce felt amazing, especially when her temporary replacement basted it over her pussy lips. The fact that she was, in effect being basted in her own arousal only added to how excited this whole experience was making her. Mary Jane spun for hours, getting hotter and hotter, and at times rather dizzy when she couldn't keep her eyes closed any longer.

The scent of her cooking meat filled her nose and got stronger and stronger until her drool actually slipped out of her mouth; making the fire below her sizzle. The redhead shuddered, cumming forcefully as the assistant started her round of basting at the puffy red lips of MJ's steadily cooking cunt. It was too much for her already strained system. Mary Jane passed out, missing the remainder of her roasting as she rotated around and around the fire.

Most of the attendees to the demonstration stayed to watch her roast; to watch her skin darken from a gentle white color to rose pink to bright red, and finally to a dark golden brown.

Tony finally appeared towards the end of the cooking and walked down his walkway and allowing his system to remove the Iron Man armor from around his body. He had spotted the girl roasting about 20 floors down from a distance as he flew, but couldn't get a good look at her from high above. Friday's system had been damaged during a fight so he couldn't even have him zoom in. When he got to that floor, he had to pause for a bit as he saw Mary Jane turning over the fire instead of the busty blonde he had hired for this job. "What is going on here?" he asks out loud, specifically talking to Friday.

"Miss Brant got cold feet Mr. Stark, it was right before the scheduled time so Miss Watson took the spot instead."

Tony nodded his head a bit as Mary Jane was taken off the fire and onto a platter on the buffet table. It would be a shame to lose such a competent assistant, but the billionaire knew just how to make up for the loss. Tony walked up to the chef and looked over the busty girl on the table. The chef had already started to carve his former assistant, one of her legs was missing, having been removed to provide the first round of cuts for the hungry investors. One of the redhead's breasts was also missing, leaving the cooked girl looking more than a little lopsided.

"Give me her pussy," Tony demanded, smiling. Then he snapped his fingers and one of the pieces of tech he'd prepared earlier flew to his hand. It was a heat resistant box that would keep the heat in and keep the food perfectly steamy the whole way to tonight's destination. Without a word he offered it to the chef to use; watching as the chef carefully carved his requested cut free of Mary Jane's thoroughly roasted body.

The chef placed the redhead's still steaming pussy on a plate, with a piece of parsley on the clit. Tony couldn't help but notice just how delectable his former assistant's privates smelled now that they were cooked. He hoped his current girlfriend, Amara enjoyed her as much as he suspected her was going to. The plate containing Tony's soon-to-be dinner was then set in the box, and a barrier appeared around the plate to keep it from moving in flight as the box closed up. All said, it looked just like a gift box, but made of metal, complete with a bow on it. "Thank you." as he walked away he put his finger to his ear. "Friday, look through applications for a new personal assistant."

"Yes sir" she said, going silent as Tony goes down to the garage and gets in his Masarati Spyder to head to Dr. Perera's apartment on the upper east side where his date was waiting for him.

In no time at all Tony was outside her door, ringing the bell as he eagerly waited for her to greet him. The door opened slowly. “Tony!” Amara remarked, excitedly. “You actually made it this time! No Victor Von Doom luring you away to fight a giant monster this time?”

“Nope,” Tony replied. “No monsters tonight, tonight is all about you.”

“And that box in your hand?” Amara asked.

“That's for you too. Well, for us, to share. It's dinner. I brought it specially as a surprise from the tower.”

“That's right! Your assistant, Mary Jane, mentioned that you'd be bringing something for dinner, I wasn't sure to believe her or not. Who brings the meal when they're going to eat at someone else's apartment?”

“I guess I'm just full of surprises then.” Tony grinned. “Speaking of which...” He offered Amara the box.

Amara took the box, beckoning Tony inside with a wave of her hand. Shutting the door behind him, she turned her attention to the box. Despite being made completely of metal, it wasn't actually that heavy. Nor was it that big; only slightly larger than her hand if she laid it flat on the table. Idly, Amara wondered what could be inside that Tony would think that this would be enough for diner for both of them. Was the box some sort of expanded space? Was the food compressed to be super dense? Was it dehydrated like in those old science fiction shows from the sixties and seventies? Maybe it was just a bag of cheetos? With Tony, you could never really be sure.

Still, there was one way to find out... Amara pulled on the ribbon, causing the box to fall open and the translucent barrier protecting Tony's gift to break, revealing a perfectly roasted pussy filet, along with all the savory aromas that entailed, and garnished with a small sprig of parsley resting on its clit. Amara was definitely not expecting anything like this!

"Is this another girl's pussy?" she asked, shocked. But despite her surprise at the incredibly strange gift, Amara's mouth was already watering just from the scent of the delectable-looking cut of meat. "I can't beieve you roasted some girl's pussy for our dinner tonight! Who even is this?" Amara wondered, a strange mix of excitement and uncertainty coloring her voice.

"It's Mary Jane's," he answered bringing in two plates from the kitchen and a bottle of wine. Amara had already set out two wine glasses. "Or at least it was. Now its ours," He added. "Do you like it?"

"I'm... not sure." Amara replied, her eyes fixed on the delicacy in front of her. "It's not every day the guy your dating brings you another girl's privates for dinner," she joked, trying to defuse some of the confusion she was feeling.

Tony frowned. Had he gone too far? Girlmeat wasn't illegal, but it was expensive, and a relatively new delicacy. He'd thought Amara might like to try it, but maybe she was just weirded out?

"But," Amara continued, "it wouldn't do to let a gift, especially such an expensive one like this go to waste." Amara finished, gently smiling in a way that reassured the uncertain Tony Stark. "I'll tell you how I liked it after we finish eating. It may not be what I was expecting, but it's not like not eating it will bring back whichever girl you had roasted to procure it, right?"

Tony smiled. Amara might say she was withholding judgment, but he could clearly see her mouth watering from the scent of his assistant's masterfully roasted sex. Once she actually tried the delicacy, Tony was certain she'd be thanking him for bringing it. Thanking him... enthusiastically.

"Who did you say this was again?" Amara asked, the information of who dinner was having slipped her mind in the midst of the revelation of just what dinner was.

"Mary Jane Watson," Tony answered easily, glad that a bombshell that hadn't even occurred to him had been so neatly avoided by the incredible woman he was dating.

"Your secretary? I spoke to her this morning when she called to confirm that our date tonight," Amara wondered. "What happened?" she asked, more than a bit baffled by the fact that the redhead she'd spoken to earlier's privates were now adorning her dining room table.

"Stark Industries is marketing a new spitting machine. We hired a model to show it off to our investors, but she never showed up. Mary Jane ended up stepping up to take her place. Beyond that, I'm not actually sure what happened, I wasn't there." Tony admitted thoughtfully.

Amara nodded her head, staring at the redhead's former peach. It looked... enticing. Delicious smelling steam was still wafting from it in lazy curlicues, and the meat itself was a perfectly appetizing golden brown. Did this really belong to that amazing bombshell of a redhead that worked... well, used to work now, she supposed, for Tony?

"What's wrong?" Tony asked curiously, wondering why his date was staring at their meal.

“It's nothing,” Amara replied before pausing. “Promise you won't laugh?”

“Scout's honor,” Tony smiled as he carefully sliced his former assistant's pussy in half, right down the middle with the clit perfectly split into equal parts. Tony had never been any sort of scout, but Amara seemed subdued enough not to call him on it.

“It's just, I only met her a couple of times, but... I sort of had a little crush on her,” Amara blushed a bit and shook her head. "It's just sort of strange to be eating her like this when just a few days ago I was fantasizing about us having a threesome with her," Amara admitted as she cut off a sliver of meat and brought it to her lips. Flavor exploded in her mouth as she bit down. Mary Jane was warm, rich and sumptuous with a hint of something that was making her privates heat up in arousal. “Oh wow! This is... She tastes absolutely amazing!”

Tony blinked a few times, taking in the thought of a threesome with his gorgeous redheaded assistant and his girlfriend. It was an inspiring thought, and it was sort of a shame it would never get to happen now. Although... “That is incredibly hot," Tony admitted as he leaned in to kiss Amara, "but while we can't indulge that particular fantasy of yours today, I hope you're enjoying your consolation prize." Tony continued, taking his own piece of MJ's pussy and chewing it slowly, savoring the unique flavor of his one-time aide. “And who knows, maybe if sales of the machine Mary Jane demonstrated today go well, we can hire another gorgeous redhead that we can both play with to do the next demonstration?”

THE END