To Make a Concubine

A/N: Thank you very much. I really do appreciate all of the reviews.

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A few hours passed in silence, with Otto trying to unravel the puzzle of Flint's unstable molecule genetics. If he had some of the notes from Hammer's labs, if he had ever seen the notes on the Sandman project at all, it would have been much easier. He knew a basic form of the Oz compound had been used. Otto had leaked the formula to Hammer himself, but the matter rested on following how it had been changed. Finally, after a few more hours, Otto asked, without looking up, "What did you say you were working on?" He couldn't get that paranoid tickle out of his head.

"I didn't," Norman said, sitting back and writing notes while Parker, eyes to the scope, fed him numbers.

Otto sighed to himself. "I realize, and I can't help but wonder why you didn't."

"Just a small side project of mine. Something for me and the boy to work on." He sounded faintly patronizing. "Nothing you need to worry about."

Otto forced himself not to react. Perhaps he was merely working on a way to improve his own powers, or Peter's, but Otto still didn't like it. The doctor finally lifted his head to scrutinize the other two before returning to his own task. He finally had a grasp on how Flint's powers worked. The only issue now was applying similar principals to an inorganic substance. Flint's chip had to come apart and reform just like the man in which it would be implanted. Otto took some notes and moved to a different part of the lab to start working on just that. He also debated putting some kind of cameras in his actuators. If he could see through them, he could move them around like a full extension of himself and not have to be in the same room.

Ginny watched Octavius from her dim corner, lulled into a half-doze. While he was working, he seemed to forget she was there, and she liked that. And she was so tired.... Eventually, she began to hum quietly, not really thinking about it.

Peter heard it. Something about it set his teeth on edge. Norman merely smiled. He recognized it. Persephone's Lament. "How appropriate," he murmured to himself, double-checking a line of equations.

Otto grinned to himself but didn't say anything. She was doing just what he had been about to ask her upstairs and she didn't even know it. It was best to just listen and hope she didn't catch it herself before she finished.

She was only humming, occasionally murmuring snatches of the lyrics. "And the light of day is lost to me, my only sun is only he...." Peter ground his teeth and tried not to hear her.

But she did catch herself. After a long, longing note, she blinked and realized what she was doing, and shut her mouth with an audible snap, retreating into silence.

Peter breathed a sigh of relief that caught Norman's attention. "Not an opera fan, my boy?" He shook his head. "Too bad," murmured Norman before looking up at Octavius. "She's quite good."

"She is indeed," he agreed. "It's only a pity she's so reluctant to share her talents." He shot Ginny a sideways look and smiled.

Ginny looked down at her hands, scowling slightly. She'd have to pay closer attention.

The room fell silent again for a while. Noting the time, however, Otto found it curious that the teenage boy had been down here for so long. He'd never held much stock in the mental capacity of the young, and his feelings hadn't been any different when he first met Parker. "And what about the boy? I've never seen a youth of his age with such an unwavering attention span." He was also kind of hoping they would leave so he could gloat over Ginny's singing in private, but this aspect of his thoughts didn't make it into his tone.

Peter looked up, looking ridiculous with the end of a pen in his mouth. "Hn? I...."

"His father was Richard Parker, Otto," said Osborn, checking his watch. "What do you expect?" He raised his eyebrows at the time. "But we could take a break. Peter, pack it up. We're done for the night." Peter nodded, almost without hesitation, and began packing the slides away.

"Indeed," Otto answered vaguely. He hadn't been that impressed with Richard's work, personally, but he decided it was best to keep that information to him self. "Rest well. Oh, and Norman, I may have the first one finished tomorrow afternoon. The rest should go quickly after that." He still didn't want to go into specifics in front of Peter. Trust wasn't one of Otto's strong points, after all, and he didn't think it ever would be.

They put their slides and samples away into a cold locker, and cleaned up, and then left. Ginny stared resolutely at her hands as Peter passed by, and he didn't even glance at her. She knew and he knew that he was still her best chance to escape this, but there was nothing he could do for her right now, not under Otto's nose. So they pretended not to notice one another. And then he was gone.

The doctor waited while the footsteps faded before saying, "And the caged bird still sings."

"Not for you," she replied quietly.

He turned in the chair and lounged back smiling at her. "I never said that, but it wasn't unpleasant to listen to by any means." She looked angry with herself, staying firmly in her corner. The doctor chuckled and gestured to her with a tentacle--his organic arms remaining on the arms of the chair--beckoning her over.

With a sigh, she got up and crossed the room to stand in front of him. Remembering their deal, she even smiled, but it was wan and patently forced.

His tentacle twined around her waist and lifted her, setting her down so she was straddling his lap on her knees. "Tell me about the Conservatory."

She shifted until she was something approaching comfortable. "I started auditioning to get in when I was in high school.... Took me three years. I could have gotten into the one in Boston, but City is the best..."

Otto unbuttoned one of the white, pearly buttons on her blouse, his eyes staying on her face. "Why is City best?" It was slightly annoying when he had to lead her with questions, but it wasn't too much of a bother. It gave him more power to direct the conversation.

"It just is. City has produced more divas in the past ten years than the rest of the leading schools in the country." She smiled a little more realistically this time, pride in the expression. "They only take one percent of applicants each year."

Otto mirrored her smile. "Well congratulations, my pet. What had you intended to do with your education?" He undid a second button, but his eyes still stayed on her face.

She resisted the urge to push his hands away, keeping hers by her side. "I want to be a singer in Europe. I know I'll never be a lead singer, but I'm perfect for supporting roles. My teachers all say my voice is good, and the reviewers seemed to like me...."

A third button parted under his fingers. "Why Europe?"

"Because I want to sing in the real opera houses. Garnier. Queen's. Tradiora." She was not looking at him, her eyes fixed in space.

There were two buttons left, and Otto was on the second to last one now. "I see. Let's back up and you can tell me about your teachers." After all, it almost felt as if he could own her past as well if he could extract enough of it from her.

She leaned back. It was easier to hide in memories than acknowledge her present. "I've been in the Conservatory for six years. I've had... probably twenty teachers, and a lot more instructors and tutors. Professor Tellen is my advisor... He's strict, but very good."

"Did you have any friends there?" He undid the last button and slid his hands up her sides. The shirt opened, but his focus on her face never wavered.

Goosebumps rose immediately and she faltered. "A few... But I didn't have a lot of free time, between lessons and my job..."

His hands continued around in front of her to cup her breasts. One of this thumbs pulled down the cup of her bra so her nipple was exposed. "And what was your job?" His other thumb and his pointer finger pinched her other nipple through the thin fabric.

She jumped. He could see her getting increasingly agitated. But still, she played his game. "I was an office assistant at Meditak." The company she named was one of Oscorp's subsidiaries, a small pharmaceutical company.

"Small world," he smirked. "Did you enjoy your job?" As he spoke, he pulled her closer with his tentacles. Shortly after the question had left his lips, he was nibbling and tonguing her exposed peach. The back of his mind was still on work, but he had plans for how to balance her with his project. It was fortunate he could focus on more than one thing at a time, an ability that had only grown with the accident.

She twitched, her back arching. "I... ah... not really... It... it was just...." She couldn't concentrate to form a sentence. "I needed the money."

The doctor smirked against her chest as she struggled to concentrate. Taking the game a step farther, he opened her fly with one hand and slid two fingers in, sliding them over the soft fabric of her panties. "What's your favorite television show?" He asked when the line of conversation reached its end and he had to start a new one.

Some part of her mind wondered at the banal questioning. But she was more occupied with what he was doing. Her skin crawled, and she shivered. "I don't know."

"Then think about it." He applied more pressure with his fingers as he ran them forward and back over her slit. "Come on, my dear, you must have one."

"Haven't seen TV since the hospital...." She spoke through her teeth. "And I can't think...."

"You can't think?" He asked innocently, applying slightly more pressure with his fingers.

Her hips jerked once as he hit the right spot. "Please, I can't answer your questions while you're doing that...."

"Oh, my dear, yes you can. If you think about it hard enough. Just name a show or two you used to watch." His fingers continued, their motion uninterrupted by her jerk.

"Nhg, House..." she said, trying to escape his fingers now.

"Remember our agreement," he smirked darkly as he pushed the crotch of her panties aside and began rubbing her clit with his thumb while two of his fingers slid inside her. He was dying to see, in light of their agreement, how she'd handle this. It was like an experiment.

She jerked, trying to pull off of his hand. It took her a moment to settle again, to submit. Her cheeks burned and she was blinking fast. "I'm sorry..."

"I understand," he smirked in a mock apology. "It wasn't fair of me to play with your concentration like that, but I couldn't resist." His other hand pulled her bra down once more and he teased her nipple with his tongue again. Meanwhile, his fingers moved in and out of her, following a rhythm with his thumb. The tentacles still pressed against her back, lest she try to escape again. Ginny moaned, moving against his hand. Her back curved against the tentacle, pressing her breast forward into his mouth. She wasn't a bad actor, really. Otto pumped his fingers into her harder, his tentacles stripping off her shirt so he could remove her bra. "You like that?" He purred between her breasts. He was getting aroused, too. God, he had to get back to work soon, and he would, but not yet. "Tell me how you like it."

"I... I like it like this," she gasped. "Gentle...." Her head tipped back so the tears wouldn't fall. And then a motion in the corner of her eye made her start. Peter stood just inside the open door, his expression one of frozen shock and restrained fury.

Otto caught the glimpse of motion too, but he didn't look at the boy. "Get what you came for and leave, Parker." There was a beat and then. "And I trust you to have the good taste not to mention this to anyone." During this, the motion of his hand slowed but didn't stop.

Ginny tried to pull off of him, mortified. Parker seemed frozen.

Otto sent her a look before turning to Peter. "Did you not hear me, boy? Get out!"

"I... I...." It had been bad enough only seeing the evidence. But now Peter was faced with the actual act. Ginny was squirming, trying to get off of Octavius's lap, but the tentacle held her there. She grabbed his wrist. Peter was watching a rape in progress, and he couldn't just leave... But he couldn't interfere without making things worse for her. So he retreated behind sarcasm, his voice bitter and biting for someone so young. "Wow," he said coldly, walking across the room to get what Norman had sent him for, a forgotten sheaf of notes. "It's like being back at school." He could hear her panting, almost sobbing. "Except the rape's less statutory."

Otto actually chuckled darkly at that, watching as Ginny struggled with him. "I'm glad to hear you're beginning to accept it. Now get out. I have things to do." His eyes turned to the boy. "And I believe it is a given that this shall never be spoken of ever again."

Ginny grabbed Otto's wrist with both hands, trying to pull him out of her. It was so much worse to have been caught submitting....

"Oh, of course," snapped Peter. "Don't want the others getting jealous. God, fucking pervert...." He grabbed the papers and all but sprinted out, slamming the door behind him.

She went limp, as though the sound had cut her strings. Otto turned to her, his glare penetrating even through the glasses. "Our deal, Ginny," he growled. "No matter what, you do what I want and act like there's nothing more or less you'd rather be doing."

"But...." She gestured helplessly to the door.

"But nothing," Otto growled, pounding his fingers into her again, not bothering to be gentle this time.

"But you weren't supposed to..." She winced, spreading her legs a little further, trying to make it easier on herself. "Not in front of him...."

"Yes, well, Norman was supposed to keep him out of the labs while I'm working, wasn't he?"

Ginny nodded, her hair falling forward again over her face as she rode his hand. The harder he fingered her, the less acting there was in her body's response.

Otto fell back to sucking on her other breast, ramming his fingers into her faster and contemplating inserting a third. He didn't want to actually fist her, though. Not after Max and the damage he'd done, not when she was finally healed up enough for Otto to fuck her himself. She was getting more active, moaning with his movements, her nipple hard in his mouth. She was and would probably always be tight. A third finger would be a snug fit, but she was probably wet enough to permit it. He shifted so he could whisper in her ear. "You're my good pet." He kissed her neck as he slowly and experimentally inserted a third finger.

She gasped, her hands coming up to grip his arms tightly. But her body accommodated, stretching around his fingers. She moaned, resting her head on his shoulders.

"Do you like that, my girl?" He whispered as he kept fucking her with his hand.

"Yes...." she murmured, her eyes squeezed shut. She was getting close again. It felt like her skin, all over her body, was tightening.

"Do you want me to fuck you harder?" He murmured, his other hand coming up to play with her breast.

"Yes...." she murmured more urgently. She needed something more, and it felt as if she would die if she didn't get it.

"I know what you need..." His tentacles surrounded her, his hand never faltering. Supporting her body with all of them, he lifted her, sliding her pants down farther. His free hand pulled her underwear to the side even farther so he could lap at her clitoris while he drove his fingers into her faster. "Come for me," he whispered between licks. "Come on..." he traced circles around the little bump with his tongue, tasting her.

The chill of the actuators and the texture of his tongue brought her closer. She was writhing, making inarticulate begging sounds. "Ah... more...."

"More?" Otto chuckled. "My, someone's greedy..." He remembered the feeling of her walls convulsing around him, the smell of her blood... Three claws blossomed behind her. "Then let's take sensation to the next level..." he purred, continuing to lap at her while his claws pressed between her shoulder blades and raked down her back. They left long red welts, following the old scars from two months ago, but only a drop or two of glistening crimson appeared this time.

Ginny arched in his grip with a strangled cry. But the pain was it, the more she needed, and she came, shuddering around his fingers and losing all semblance of thought.

The doctor kept his fingers in her until her climax finished and withdrew them slowly. "So she does like it rough..." He licked some of her honey off his fingers before offering her a taste.

She turned her face away from him, limp and drained.

Otto shrugged and finished cleaning his fingers, setting her on the floor at his feet. "I never realized you were quite that kinky, though, dear. Perhaps you'd enjoy being tied up as well."

She looked up at that, shaking her head mutely. She looked stunned and humiliated, sitting on the floor. After a moment, she began to get dressed again, retrieving her shirt without saying anything.

"You may put your bra back on, if you like, but I'm not quite finished with you."

Another look, silent and filled with an emotion that would be hate if she had the strength for it. Ginny turned away from him to put her bra back on, turning her back to him. The long welts stood out vividly.

The sight of the bloody marks caused something in his chest to leap. Yes, he would definitely have his way with her again, and he would do it now. Otto turned back to his work for a moment, double checking all of his materials. He'd decided to make Flint’s the test subject. The only problem was making sure the chip could shift in and out of solidity and still work. If there was going to be a problem, he had to know about it now. "You, dear, Ginny," he finally said as he settled in the chair, "are going to sit under the table and suck me off while I work."

Ginny's shoulders slumped further. She looked totally despondent, but she did respond, nodding silently and crawling under the table. Her mind was elsewhere, leaving only her body to respond to his demands. She felt ill that she had come again, that she had asked for it, asked for him to hurt her just for that moment of pleasure. She'd never intended to surrender so much.

"Go on, you know basically what to do," Otto muttered distractedly as he began organizing the parts on the table in front of him, placing them in the order he would need them. He could hear her sigh of frustration as he felt her hands on his zipper, opening his pants and pulling him out, her touch light and hesitant as always. "Use your hands some this time as well." His attention divided completely between what she was doing and the project spread out on the table. Primarily having his tentacles work on building the chip only made it that much easier to multitask. More and more, he was feeling like two separate entities in one mind.

He could feel her breath on him, and then her warm mouth. She was obedient, wrapping her hand around his shaft as she sucked and licked, but she was also trying to get him to finish as fast as possible. Somewhere in the interim of prison, she had learned a little more technique. It was evident in the way she nibbled and used her lips. Someone else had touched her.

Otto's breathing was the only sign of his response. Part of his mind did wonder where she had picked that up from, but he had to finish and test the chip by the afternoon, and he'd already lost time focusing all of his energy on her. One of his organic hands landed on the back of her head to show that he approved of her actions, but he stayed silent. His divided concentration was also making him last longer than usual.

The tentacles worked swiftly, almost as if they had minds of their own, assembling the microscopic circuitry. Otto was used to such tiny work, but his eyes... He leaned over the magnifying glass, breath hitching once in a while as his pet's tongue or lips brushed a particularly sensitive area. The tiny, coppery components threw back the bright light in tiny points. For a long while, there was only the click and hiss of the actuators, Otto's heavy breathing, and the wet sound Ginny's mouth made around his cock. Her new technique, though pleasurable, did gnaw unnervingly at the back of his mind, though, so he finally leaned back in the chair to watch her, letting sensation wash over him. His eyes drifted shut. "Mm... You've improved," he murmured, sighing through his nose.

She made an affirmative sound around him, stroking him with her hand while her tongue played against the sensitive underside. She was very careful to use no teeth; last time he had forced her to do this, he had broken her wrist for a mistake. She didn't want to give him cause to repeat that.

He wanted to ask who taught her but she'd have to stop to answer, and if he was sure of anything right then, he didn't want her to stop. "Take it all..." he commanded distantly. His hand pressed on the back of her head, not forcing her all the way down, but clarifying his order. "Do it slowly, take your time..."

She squeezed her eyes shut, taking him deeper, but she still couldn't 'take it all.' The moment he touched her throat, her stomach lurched. She couldn't do it.

Otto remained patient with her. "Come on, my pet. You can take the tentacles without throwing up. Why can't you do this?"

It was a psychological connection. Or perhaps it was because she could bite the tentacles, using that to control the gag reflex. But she didn't know, and she couldn't have explained it to him anyway. Taking a deep breath through her nose, she pushed forward, forcing her throat to relax around him. As long as she could keep breathing, she could do this....

"That's it," Otto groaned. "That's my good pet." Sweat was beginning to glisten on his skin. "Ah, god, nice and slow..." Her teeth brushed him lightly and his chest lurched under a sharp gasp. One hand gripped the arm of the chair and the other fisted in her hair.

Her fingers dug into his thighs as she pulled most of the way off, caught her breath, and then took him again, all the way this time, her forehead against his stomach. She was sweating too, though her hands were cold. She wanted this to end. Her jaw ached and her throat was tight from trying not to cry. She began to fondle his balls, manipulating them carefully with her fingers.

He tilted his head back, panting, with his eyes closed. Her fingers were gentle and agile, and he could feel her throat was tight with restrained sobs. "I knew my good little pet could do it. Do it again."

She deep-throated him again, humming around his cock now. Anything to end this. She gagged slightly, and pulled back to suck and lick instead, using her hand again to stroke him.

Sensation grew until he couldn't hold back any longer, no matter how long he wanted this to continue. "I'm coming, Ginny," Otto panted. He grabbed her head with his human hands and held her mouth over his cock. "You're going to swallow, my good little concubine. My sweet... little... pet..." The last word caught in his throat as he shot into her warm orifice.

She made a stifled sound of protest as he came in her mouth, his seed bitter and burning on her tongue, in her throat. But she didn't dare disobey and spit it out. She waited until no more came, and then swallowed with a grimace, disgusted.
Otto smirked at her expression and clicked his tongue disapprovingly. "Our deal, Ginny. Take it and like it."

She stopped, about to wipe off a drop that had landed on her lip, and licked it off instead, meeting his eyes. Slowly, a sad, pained smile crossed her face.

He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. "That's my girl. One more thing. Where did you learn how to do that?"

She looked down. "A guard at the prison...."

A storm cloud crossed his face. "Who was he? How many times did it happen?"

She didn't see his anger. "A few times..." she said, her voice dull. "Maybe a dozen... maybe twenty. Pym fired him when he found out."

Otto tipped her face up to look at him. "What else did he do to my pet?"

"Just made me suck him, played with my breasts," she told him. His anger puzzled her slightly, scared her. "I couldn't stop him...."

"Sh, I know you couldn't. Do you remember a name?" He was stroking her hair now, in a way that could have been an attempt to comfort her.

Ginny leaned against his leg, inexplicably tired. "Jack... His name was Jack." He had thought it funny, she remembered, to come into her room and tell her that it was time to jack off Jack. "And the other one was Dr. Lass, but he only touched me once." He'd been one of the psychologists Pym had thrown at her.

"Dr. Lass..." Otto growled, looking off to the side. Suddenly, unreasonable fear seized him and his head snapped down. "Did either of them ever have intercourse with you? You're virginity's mine, anyway, but did they?"

She cringed back from him. "No, never!"

Otto pulled her to him again and petted her some more. "Don't be scared, I'm not going to hurt you. My poor little pet... Them. Them I want to rip apart."

She almost huddled against his chest, immensely relieved that it wasn't her he was mad with. "They didn't hurt me..." she murmured.

"They touched what is mine, and they deserve to suffer for it." It was mostly possessiveness talking, though there might have been a twinge of worry about her well-being. He hugged her even closer. "I would have dropped the other two, you know, if it wasn't for Osborn..."

Ginny let him pet her hair. "But he can't use his powers right now, can he?"

"No, he can't, but I must humor him for now. If I do need to rebel, it has to be for something truly worth it. Those other two are little more than wasted space. Why, do you want me to punish them for you?"

"I just want to leave.... He couldn't stop you, could he?"

"No, I suppose he couldn't..." Otto contemplated the incomplete chip. "But I'm not separating from you, and I need to figure out some place we could go." Some hidden place that didn't involve Hammer, Osborn, or Fisk, or anyone else who could step on him. But where?

Ginny's apartment was surely gone by now, so she had nowhere to suggest. "Anywhere," she whispered. "Anywhere but here."

"We'll work it out. For now, I must finish this before he checks on me." He kissed the top of her head. "And you need to put your shirt back on before he comes to check on me." The doctor released her, re-did his fly, and continued to work.

Ginny slipped out of his lap and collected her shirt, shrugging back into it. As she buttoned it, she found a sink, and went over to get a drink from the tap, cleaning out her mouth.

He pretended not to hear the running water, instead focusing on his task. His plan was to implant them all at once. There was no way in hell he was going to let Flint run around here with his powers, not while Norman didn't have his. He was sure Norman would want the first chip, anyway. The man had to maintain control of his troops, after all. Hours passed and the first project was finished. All he had to do now was test it. He did have a way of simulating the energy of Flint using his powers, but it was dangerous. He didn't think it would set off SHIELD's alarms, but there was still a 5.2% chance it might.

Ginny retreated back into her corner, wishing she had a toothbrush. She felt filthy. Absolutely filthy.

So did Peter. He found his way back to Norman mostly by accident, too stunned still to watch where he was going. The madman looked up from his reading. "Did you find them?"

Peter wordlessly held the papers out to Norman. His hands were visibly trembling.

Norman took them, looking at him with concern. "Boy, what happened?"

Peter knew he wasn't supposed to tell, and he was afraid to open his mouth, afraid for Ginny's sake, so he just shook his head. He thrust his hands in his pockets, trying to still them. His stomach was still churning, though.

Norman just watched him, his eyes probing. "Was Octavius still in there?"

Peter swallowed quietly, wondering how much he could say and how much he could withhold. He nodded in response, still too freaked out to speak. It was Doc Ock! Doc Ock raping that poor woman! The tentacle holding her down had only been that much more horrible.

"And Virginia?" Osborn's voice was soft, leading, and stern.

"She's always there, remember?" Peter's voice was soft.

He nodded. "But something was obviously out of the ordinary."

Not out of the ordinary... "He yelled at me," which wasn't entirely untrue.

The look Osborn gave him was not amused. "If that fazes you, you're not the Peter I know. Tell me what's the matter."

"He did, though," Peter answered, sounding more assured. "He told me to take what I came for and get out. You can even ask him." He prayed Norman wouldn't pry any deeper. He didn't want Otto to hurt Virginia because of him.

"Peter...." Osborn's hand was on his arm, a warm mockery of a father. "Something happened, didn't it? Did he tell you not to tell me?"

"Please don't tell him," Peter begged. "Please, I don't want him to hurt her."

"What was he doing to her?"

The teenager felt his face growing hot. He didn't want to recount the details. "I walked in... he was... fi... uh, touching her..." His shoulders slumped and he stared at the floor.

Osborn's face hardened. "I see."

"Please don't say anything," Peter implored. "I don't want him to hurt her because of me, and I promised..."

"Peter, it needs to be made clear to you that everyone here, from you to Octavius, answers to me first. If he tells you not to tell me something, you are to disregard it. Do you understand?"

Peter nodded. "Yes..."

"I'll deal with him later."

"Do... What are you going to do?"

"Don't worry. Nothing that gets Virginia or you into trouble." He leaned back in his seat, flipping through the pages that Peter had brought him.

The boy was only half assured, if even that much, but he only nodded quietly.

Osborn tapped the pages. "She won't be helpless for much longer, anyway."