To Make a Concubine

A/N: Sorry I was gone so long. Internet access was severely restricted there for a while. But, now I have wireless back *glee*! Anyway, things are getting darker still in this chapter, but things will start to get better later. As usual, Marvel owns all the characters you're familiar with, and NdP came up with Ginny. Let's read!

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But Ginny still felt very helpless several hours later. Octavius had gone back to work and largely ignored her, and she had tried to ignore him, compulsively scrubbing her mouth on her sleeve every so often. She let her mind wander far, far away from here, but it was brought abruptly back by a knock on the door.

"Yes?" Otto called without looking up.

Norman slipped in. "We need to have a word, you and I."

Otto's first thought was that Peter had squealed on him but all he said was, "About...?"

"My boy was in here a while ago, and he came back quite shaken. What did you say to him?" Osborn's expression was opaque, unreadable.

"I told him to get what he came for and leave. I'm trying to be tolerant, Norman, but you did say you'd keep him out of here while I'm working. It's one thing when he's down here with you, but I have very little patience when it comes to children."

Osborn's eyes flicked to Ginny. "Were you working at the time?"

"Ah, so you're coming to bother me about my personal life again. Why does it matter? I'm still on schedule. I'm even a bit ahead of schedule."

"Your 'schedule' consists of one goal. Get it done as soon as possible."

"Don't you have any faith in me, Norman?" Otto asked, his voice glazed with sarcastic hurt and innocence.

"Forgive me my impatience," he retorted. "I thought we were agreed on a dislike of being recaptured."

"And we are. I told you five days, it's been about two, and I'm about half finished. As I said, a little ahead of schedule."

"What this comes down to, Otto, is that I'm worried that you are allowing yourself to be distracted. We can afford no mistakes."

The doctor scowled and his tentacles twitched a bit. "I understand you not entirely trusting me, but you're not making it easy for me to trust you, either."

"I'm concerned for all of our safety." Osborn sounded genuine, but he was good at that.

"Well perhaps I'd be more cooperative and at ease about that claim if you weren't keeping secrets from me." Though Otto remained perfectly still, the tentacles' movements clearly illustrated the hostile feelings beginning to simmer beneath his placid exterior.

"My project? It's nothing but exercises to keep the boy busy." He waved it away as nothing of importance. "Nothing will come of it."

Otto snorted. "That's nice. Why don't I believe you?"

He smiled. "Because you're as paranoid as I am. Think about it, Octavius. He's acclimatizing to a new way of thinking. Distraction is important."

The doctor thought about this, eyeing the other man distrustfully. He made a good point, but... "Indeed, but perhaps you could humor my paranoia and let me see what you were writing today. If it truly is nothing, then I'll work better knowing I have nothing to worry about."

He pulled a roll of papers from the back pocket of his pants and tossed it over. "Just letting him take a look at his own genes."

There was more than this... Otto scowled at Norman as he unrolled them and scanned them carefully. Part of his mind was scheming and contemplating. He had been planning to work on Norman's chip next, because he was more familiar with the Green Goblin's genetics, but he didn't want Norman to be able to use his powers just yet. "Very well," he replied, returning the bundle via tentacle. "And what if I asked what you want with Virginia's blood?"

"She's just a human. Nothing but human genetic stock. Gives him something to compare it to, to see how the improvements work." Norman was smooth, almost apologetic.

Which isn't quite the same story you told me upstairs. The doctor pretended that the answer satisfied him. Otto was never going to let Ginny leave his sight, anyway, so if Norman did try something, Otto would be right there. "Very well," he replied again. One of his tentacles handed him a tool and he went back to work, pretending to forget Norman even existed.

After a moment of silence, Osborn left the room. Ginny breathed an audible sigh of relief.

There was a long silence and then, "Does he make you paranoid, as well?"

A nod. "He's... very creepy," Ginny said in a small voice, as if afraid that he was listening at the door.

He nodded too, in agreement, watching the tentacles work. He did wonder just how he could control them, feel through them, as if he'd been born with them. Severing the physical connection hadn't harmed his control of them at all. And why did his powers only work on the arms? Could he modify them to control something else? Or even someone, like Norman, or Peter... But he'd never get the chance to experiment on them. He knew that. If only there... His head turned slowly toward the woman in the corner. Potentially he could have her mind completely, and then it wouldn't matter what Norman was doing. He could even slip a sleeping drug into her food, and...

Oblivious to his fledgling ideas, Ginny, seeking distraction, slipped off her stool and got a sheet of blank notepaper from the pile Norman and Peter had left, and searched around for a pen.

Otto picked up a pen with his tentacle and held it out to her. "Is this what you seek?" She nodded mutely, coming closer to take it. The doctor kept his eyes and his other tentacles on his project. Getting bitched at by Norman wasn't worth taking a break to talk to her directly. "Are you going to draw or write?"

"Write," she murmured, retreating back to her stool.

"Ah, and what is my pretty pet going to write?"

"A letter," she told him, using her knees as a writing desk.

This got his attention. He turned half toward her. "Oh?"

She was already writing. "I know I'll never be able to send it," she muttered.

"There's nothing wrong with a little catharsis," Otto shrugged. "Though I think you know what's going to happen next." If he did find a way to control her mind, he hoped there was a way he could leave her personality and awareness at least somewhat intact. He didn't want to be stuck with a mindless shell, after all.

She looked up at him now. "Will you punish me for anything I write?"

He laughed and shook his head. "Though I won't make any promises, the general answer is no. No, what I meant was, either I'm going to ask you a series of questions on the subject, or I'm simply going to read it when you’re done."
"I got that impression," she said with a tired smile. "You can read it."

Otto nodded, returning to his work. "Good girl, I knew you were bright."

She bent back to her writing, and they both worked in silence for a while. Twice, she scribbled out what she had written and began again, but eventually, she tucked the pen behind her ear and sat back, leaning her head into the angle of the wall. She looked exhausted.

He glanced back when he heard the pen stop. "Read it to me out loud. Then you can sleep, if you like." The blanket was still where she'd left it when they'd left for the beach.

She blinked slowly at him for a moment, and then looked back at the paper clutched in her hand.

"Dear James," she read.
"You won't get this letter. I doubt you got any of the letters I wrote from prison. I just need to talk to you so badly.
Things were bad in jail. I wrote to you about Dr. Lass and Jack. Things are worse now. Doctor Octopus came back. He's going to read this letter. And you're not. I hate how these things work out.
James, if I ever get home, I need a therapist ready and waiting. I'm losing my mind. Spider-Man is here too and even he can't do anything to escape, because they'll kill his mother or something." Her voice got quiet and she glanced up at him before continuing hesitantly. "He walked in on Octopus raping me (I think I've lost count) and didn't even do anything. Octopus told him to leave and he did.
"I'm not sure where we are. Some house not too far from the prison. There's a beach and woods and a road. I've heard one helicopter, but no planes and no cars. No one's ever going to find us.
"James, I miss you. I want to go home. But I don't think I ever will."

She folded up the letter neatly into thirds, holding it lightly with her fingertips.

The doctor was quiet for a moment. Finally he said, "Ten times total, five since we've been here, if you count my making you touch yourself." He went back to working. "Now rip it up."

She flinched. "Can I please keep it? It doesn't do any harm...."

"Why bother keeping it if no one else is ever going to see it?"

"Why tear it up?" she countered.

"Because the boy might find it and I'll have to hear shit from Osborn again. I'm sick of him getting on my case about you." Restrained rage could be heard in his voice. "I have no problem shattering your wrists again. It's not like you need them."

Her free hand wrapped convulsively around the other, heavily scarred wrist. "I'm sorry," she said, making her self small against the wall. A moment, and she tore the letter in half. The sound felt loud in the large lab. In half again, and again, until she had a handful of confetti. She held it in her hands, and she could just read "James" on one piece.

"Good. Now throw it away. There's a trash can over there." He gestured with a tentacle.

She didn't say anything as she got up and crossed to the receptacle, but she palmed that one piece as she dropped the rest in, her shoulders shaking. She couldn't have anything, anything to make this ordeal easier.

Otto didn't look up at her once. "Now sleep. You'll need it."

"For what?" she asked, retrieving the blanket.

He tilted his head at her, genuinely curious to hear her interpretation. "What do you think?"

She sighed. It seemed a rhetorical question to her, so she didn't answer, merely arranged her blanket in the corner, the stool between her and Octopus.

He contemplated moving the stool, just to see what she'd do, but decided he'd tormented her enough for the time being. After all, as soon as she drifted off, he was going to begin research that could irrevocably bind her to him forever and force her to cater to his every whim. Possibly even sing on command. Yes, he'd leave her alone for the time being.

She curled up with her back in the corner, pulling the blanket over her head. Just an anonymous bundle in the corner. She tried to find enough mental peace to sleep.

After waiting a beat or two, the doctor turned and began searching the lab with his actuators, collecting a needle, alcohol, and a tourniquet. He bound his upper arm with two tentacles and settled back in the chair, arm palm up on the armrest. The needle pinched dully as he inserted it into himself, but didn't actually hurt. Very little actually hurt him lately.

Listening to him moving about, Ginny managed to lull herself into an uneasy sleep.

An indeterminate amount of time later, the stool scraped aside. Otto towered over the linen lump. The only clue that there was a person under it was the tips of her pale white fingers, which had slipped out at some point while she was sleeping. "Ginny," Otto whispered.

She didn't hear him, deeply asleep, but her fingers twitched and disappeared.

"Come on, dear," he coaxed a little louder. "We've got things to do."

An eye appeared, surrounded by a tangle of black hair. Ginny blinked blearily up at him. "Mm?"

"It's time for you to get up. We're going upstairs."

She pushed herself unsteadily to her feet with the clumsy grace of someone not entirely awake yet. "'kay."

He put an arm around her waist and a tentacle around her shoulders. Once he'd guided her back to the room and closed the door, he said, "Go clean yourself up, shower and what not. Everything you need should be in there."

She was mostly alert by the time they reached the room, and she drew away from him, nodding. She went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her and turning on the water.

As soon as the sound of the door closing gave way to the sound of running water, Otto smirked darkly. He reached into his back pocket and withdrew a capped syringe filled with clear liquid. He selected an apple from the food bag and, unsheathing the needle, carefully punctured the shiny red skin. He shot a glance at the closed door as he pushed the plunger down slowly. Otto couldn't help chuckling at how it reminded him of Snow White. Perhaps fairytales weren't always mindless drivel, after all.

She stayed in there until the water ran cold, scrubbing every inch of herself clean. When she got out, her skin tingled, stinging slightly, and she was pink all over. But she did feel something approaching clean, at least on the outside. She rubbed herself very dry, and only when she felt ready did she put her clothes back on and unlock the door to go back out.

He was lounging on the bed, barefoot, eating grapes and a gram cracker. As soon as he saw her, he used a tentacle to deposit the apple in her hand. "Eat."

She was slightly startled, but she wrapped both hands around the fruit as she found a corner of the room, and ate it obediently. Something was beginning to prod at the corner of her mind, to worry her. She felt he was planning something. He'd said she'd need her strength. Her stomach sank at the implications of that, and she ate the apple with quick, nervous bites, watching him from beneath half-shut eyelids. But she was only half-finished when fatigue caught up with her again. She sank to the floor, and slowly finished the apple. So tired.... The core slipped from her fingers as she slumped back against the wall, unconscious.

Otto sat, watching her in the corner for a moment, memorizing her position. Finally, a sinister expression showing on his features, he lifted her with the tentacles as he stood up. "Aw, my sweet pet." He supported her head with a tentacle as he stroked her face with his fingers. "I hope you enjoyed your last few minutes of freedom. You were certainly in there long enough." He kissed her unresponsive lips, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth. "I wonder what your first thought will be when you find out..." Sweeping her into his arms, he carried her limp body down to the laboratory.

Fortunately, Peter and Norman were somewhere else in the expanse of the house. Otto stretched her out on the table he'd prepared in a secluded corner of the vast room. He didn't have to cut her open, it would be a simple injection. He removed her shirt and used his actuators to attach electrodes to her chest and near her ribs. Even if he wasn't cutting her open, he needed to watch her vital signs in case she reacted badly to the OZ. There was a needle full of transparent aqua liquid glowing in the fluorescent lights. Otto cleaned his tentacles and hands with disinfectant before carefully manipulating her into a sitting position. Her head was tilted forward, supported by an actuator, and he could see the curve of her spine. He cleaned the back of her neck with disinfectant as well, and carefully picked out the injection point. His face set with concentration, he slid the point into her neck between two vertebrae. Not even daring to breathe, he pushed the plunger down slowly, even more slowly than with the apple. When it was finally empty, he gently guided her back down to rest flat on the table.

His tentacles picked up another syringe; this one filled with a lime green solution, and repeated the same process on him. He winced and groaned, but gritted his teeth and withstood it. If it worked, it would be worth it.

She moaned once, immediately after he injected her, and then twitched as the serum spread throughout her nervous system. And then it reached her brain. She jerked, convulsively. Her eyes snapped open, though she remained unconscious.

Otto turned to look at her shortly before he felt something like an ice pick driving into his skull. He let out a strangled scream and would have collapsed if it hadn't been for the support of his tentacles. His mind felt like a piece of it was being torn out. He covered his face with his hands and closed his eyes, struggling not to cry out again. He had to stop her from seizuring though. She might hurt herself. He had to... He heard the frantic beeping of the heart monitor relaxing and looked up at her. She looked peaceful again, or as peaceful as drug induced sleep could make her. Otto scooped her into his arms, despite the dull pounding in his own mind, and carried her back up to her corner.

When Ginny woke up, she was exactly where she had fallen asleep, the core still by her hand. Her eyes fluttered open, and then squeezed shut again as the room spun around her. Her head was pounding and she felt very ill.

The doctor was on the bed, trying to sleep off his own headache. He was also just generally fatigued from working such long hours in the lab.

Ginny tried again to open her eyes, and in the next moment was scrambling for the bathroom to empty her stomach. All she had to lose was the apple, but she stayed in there, sitting on the cold tile and leaning against the wall. She felt ill, and she wondered what was wrong with her.

Otto sat up, blinking his eyes to clear away the fuzziness. He heard Ginny in the bathroom puking. He didn't blame her. His own head was still a little foggy and he hadn't even been sedated. Otto stumbled to his feet, fumbling for his glasses, and forced himself to look stronger than he felt. His tentacles carried him into the bathroom and he stood, watching her. "Something wrong?"

"'M sick," she mumbled, getting unsteadily to her feet to wash her face in the sink.

Otto came up beside her. "Is it just your stomach?"

She leaned on the sink, letting her eyes shut. "No... My head is pounding...."

He laid the back of his hand across her forehead. "You do feel a little warm, perhaps you should lie down." He hadn't quite decided when he would tell her what he'd done.

She nodded, not opening her eyes. Worries of infection and disease raced through her mind, though she hadn't felt like this before she'd fallen asleep.

Otto guided her back into the room and sat her on the edge of the bed. "You should probably drink some water. Do you think you can handle that? Or would you like to wait?"

She drew her legs up onto the mattress and curled up on her side, rubbing the back of her neck. It felt far too good to be horizontal. "More sleep...."

"All right, dear." He followed suit, curling around her, feeling similar. "Just sleep..."

She was too drained to cringe away from him, and she lost her grip on awareness quickly.

Her warmth and the sound of her breathing lulled him off again, too. He knew for appearances, as far as Osborn was concerned, this would probably look bad, but he was so tired of everything...

When he woke up the next morning, he felt much more clear-headed. He looked down at the figure still sleeping beside him. She didn't look as sick as she had before. Did it work? He closed his eyes and poked around in his own mind, over by the link with the tentacles. There was a small tickle there, a thin gap. He opened his eyes as he pushed through and saw her fingers twitch. Pushing even harder, he managed to make her ball her hand into a fist. Pushing harder still, he delved into her sleeping brain, feeling around for her consciousness, and gradually pulled her out.

She woke up reluctantly, with a shudder. The first thing she noticed was that she no longer felt sick, though her head still felt clouded. She opened her eyes, looking around for Octavius.

Otto grinned down at her, experimentally making her smile back. "Good morning, my pet."

For once the smile looked real. She didn't even know she was doing it. "Morning...."

"How do you feel?" He asked, petting her face and hair.

"Better," she said, closing her eyes again. The smile faded if he stopped concentrating on it.

"So it worked, at least thus far. Hm, the potential is endless..."

She assumed he was talking about his project, and she rolled over, intending to go back to sleep.

Otto grabbed her and pulled her back, not quite as gentle this time. "You can sleep later."

She blinked up at him, startled. "What?"

"You're mine, Ginny, to do with what I please. You can sleep later." He engulfed her mouth in a deep kiss, and made her kiss back, relishing the feeling of her bubblegum tongue in his mouth.

She was startled by her response, her eyes widening as her tongue slipped into his mouth. What am I doing?!

Otto mounted her and began unbuttoning her blouse, releasing her mouth to kiss down her chest. "It can be fun when you struggle, but as I said, this has potential."

"What?" she asked, with the beginnings of panic in her voice. Something about this felt very wrong.

He pinned her wrists on either side of her head and leaned down into her face, grinning psychotically. "You're completely mine, now. Your mind is mine to control. Don't worry. I didn't cut you open. It was a very simple procedure."

She stared up at him, petrified. "Wh- what?" she asked, her voice shaking. "What did you do to me?"

"I injected you and myself with a version of the OZ compound. I can control you, now, the way I control my tentacles." The grin widened, into something more like a snarl. "You'll never get away from me now. And Norman can't take you from me, either."

Ginny began shaking, trying to scramble out from under him. "No, no nono..."

Otto just forced her to lie still. "Aw, come on, my dear. I won't use it all the time, and you still get to think on your own."

She couldn't even fight against him. Her muscles just wouldn't respond. "No!" she shrieked, hysterical now. This had to be a nightmare.

"Sh..." he put a finger to her lips, willing her mouth closed. "I'll let go when we finish. As I said, I don't intend to hold you like this all the time." He kissed her again, making her kiss back and wrap her arms around him. Ah, yes, the things he could make her do, now...

Tears flowed. He couldn't stop that, at least. But she kissed him back with all the passion he demanded of her, molding her body to his.

Otto undressed them both with his tentacles and took her slowly. She couldn't pull away this time. He had full contact with her skin and her heat. He even made her suck on his neck and wrap her legs around his waist. Sensation after sensation built on him as her hands roamed his body. She was completely willing, and at the same time completely unwilling. Later, he filled her with his evil seed again and collapsed on top of her, panting. His concentration wavered in the afterglow, but he'd seen what he wanted to see and had done what he wanted to do for the time being.

Ginny was finally able to turn her face away from him, trembling. She was covered in sweat, his and hers, and she knew, this time, there was no getting clean. He was inside her skin. Inside her mind. She tried to squirm out from under him.

"Don't breathe a word of this to anyone. Besides, you may find it rather hard to speak around the others from now on, not that you generally try, anyway." He stood up and went to get fresh clothing.

She scrambled off the far side of the bed, putting distance between them. She was as terrified of him now as she'd been that first night, when he loomed over her in the empty shipyard.

Otto put on his pants and leaned against the wall, arms crossed, regarding her curiously. "I wonder what she's thinking right now..."

She grabbed her clothes and retreated all the way against the far wall, pulling them on as if they'd protect her from him. She wouldn't look at him.

"Is she thinking about how much of a monster I am? Is she wishing for her life to end?" Otto snapped his fingers. "I know. She's probably wondering if I can make her sing, now..."

All of the above and a million other things.

"Well, perhaps I am a monster. I'd say your life is pretty much over as it is, though. As you know, I don't put much stock in literal death. As for your singing..." He contemplated. "No, I'll let you have that a bit longer. I have other things to do at the moment." He turned his back on her to pick out a shirt.

Her knees gave way under her, and she collapsed to the floor, sobbing quietly. How had he done this to her? It was exactly like a nightmare, an incubus, losing her soul to a rapist.

Otto smiled, a mock sympathetic smile. "I know this is hard for you to accept, but really, save the tears until you’re back under your quilt downstairs, hm?"

She tried to contain them, but she couldn't stop crying. She did want to die. Anything rather than being a puppet like this....

Otto struck her with a tentacle. "Listen to me, you stupid harlot!" Ginny wept, curling in on herself. Her cheek bled where he struck her. Otto walked toward her. "I almost forgot. The sick little concubine likes pain." He raked the claws of his tentacle through her hair. "Perhaps she wants to play some more?"

She curled more tightly, babbling in terror. "No, please, don't hurt me, don't..."

"Then stop crying, get up, and follow me downstairs. I'm sure you can manage that much."

She covered her mouth with both hands, stifling the sobs as she tried to get up. She made it to her feet and raced for the door, trying to jerk it open so she could run.

Otto froze her body where it stood. "Don't be stupid, my dear. Just learn to accept it and you won't have to suffer quite so much." He caught up to her at a leisurely pace and put an arm around her. "Come along." He opened the door and walked her downstairs.

She had no choice but walk at his side, and she tried to stifle her crying, but she couldn't. Tears clouded her vision; she couldn't even see where they were going. And so she nearly walked straight into Flint when he stepped around a corner, Max at his side.

Max noticed the blood on her cheek and snickered. "Kinky, Ock."

Ginny's state of mind was fragile enough that she burst into tears again.

Flint blinked. "Hey, I don't think the girl's having fun."

"Maybe she'd like to come over and play with us for a while," Max grinned.

Otto raised an eyebrow. "What? Are you two tired of playing with each other already?"

Max's jaw dropped. "Each... You..." He growled and tried to jump Otto, fighting even though the tentacles held him back.

Flint grabbed the back of his shirt. "Oh, grow up, Max," he growled, hauling the smaller man back even as Ginny tried to turn and run again. She couldn't handle this.

The doctor silently asserted control of her and pulled her back to his side. "I hope you calm down a bit once you can use your powers again." He stepped past them, pulling the sobbing Ginny along with him.

They didn't follow. Arguing between themselves, they headed the opposite way down the passage.

Back in the lab, she broke away from his side and made a beeline for her blanket, grabbing another stool as she went. The barrier she made was useless, but so was every other attempt she had made to protect herself.

Otto chuckled at her futile attempts to hide from him. She couldn't hide from him anymore. If he wanted to, he could have her stand up, deconstruct her fortress, and come sit in his lap. But he didn't. He had better things to do than torture Ginny, and he didn't want Norman investigating her too deeply. She would be his secret puppet, at least for now.

She curled up under the blanket, her arms over her head, and tried to block out the world. Occasionally, he could hear a shuddering sob.

Otto tuned out her tears and withdrew from her mind again. He didn't care how she felt. She was an extension of him, like his tentacles, and she was there to do whatever he needed her to do. The doctor sat down to work non-stop until he finished. He still had to figure out how to better stabilize Flint's mutation before he could finish that chip. The particles would break apart, but he couldn't get them to go back together properly. Again, he found himself glad that idiot Hammer was dead.

Eventually, Ginny's sobs died away. She'd cried herself back to sleep. For a long time, the only sounds in the lab were his workings and a few nightmare-induced whimpers from her. A knock at the door was startlingly loud.

"What is it now, Norman?" Otto called, highly doubting it could be anyone else.

And indeed, it was Osborn who stepped into the room. "Just curious to see how things are coming," he said amiably, coming to stand behind Otto, peering over his shoulder. Peter hovered just outside the door.

Otto pointed to two finished chips sitting at the edge of the table. "Peter, Max," he pointed at the one he was finishing, "and you. Flint's is more complicated, but I should have them all done by tomorrow."

"Wonderful, wonderful," he said, grinning. "My apologies for my behavior earlier. I am an impatient man, and as you know, our situation is not perfect."

Otto smiled, much more at ease now that he had the new hold on Ginny. "No hard feelings. I've been a bit stressed myself."

Peter's eyes fell on the blanketed lump in the corner, hidden behind two stools. Not for the first time and surely not for the last, he wondered if he was doing the right thing by going along with Osborn's plan. What if something went wrong? What if she didn't want to be changed into something else?

None of Ginny's wants had any affect on her life anymore. Even she was beginning to believe this.

"When you're done, I want to move fast against Fury," Norman said, his tone turning professional. "He's had too many days to prepare for us."

"What, exactly, is your plan of action?" Otto inquired, still hunched over the table.

"Fury has friends. Very high-placed friends. We'll go after them first."

Dr. Lass and the faceless Jack crossed his mind but he didn't say anything. "And you think the boy's ready for this?" He asked in a lower voice. As much as he knew Norman wanted him to, he just couldn't put any faith in Peter.

"I think he'll do anything to protect his family," Osborn murmured. Peter was still watching Ginny. She shifted in her restless sleep, and a pale, narrow foot slipped out of the blankets.

Otto shrugged. "It's your call. I'm simply here to serve. Please, though, unless you have any other questions or concerns, it's easier for me to work alone."

Norman nodded, taking another close look at the finished chips. "We'll be on our way, then."

The doctor was used to working until the odd hours of the morning. For once, he didn't acknowledge Ginny at all. His eyes must have been adjusting to the strain again, because he didn't have to stop and close them once. He ran on autopilot. The basic construction was all the same, though the make up of the materials were minutely different. For example, Norman's was heat resistant, while Max's was surge protected. Each would draw energy from the user's body when his powers were activated, and shut down when the energy source shut down. Finally, at about five in the morning, he had a successful trial of Flint's chip. His mind was still weary from connecting to the woman, and, since the others would be asleep anyway, he decided to get some rest himself. It wouldn't do any good to come this far and implant them incorrectly. He carefully packed away the four precious squares and began cleaning up his work station. As he did so, he reached down the link again to see if Ginny was awake, and wake her up if she wasn't.

She was, silent and still and hiding. She'd been awake for about an hour, her body simply refusing to sleep any longer.

"Time to go upstairs, my precious pet," Otto called to her, giving her the option of coming to him on her own.

"Nn, what time is it?" she mumbled, wrapping the blanket around herself as she climbed to her feet. If she obeyed, he wouldn't force her to. That was as far as her train of logic ran.

"It's about 5:13 a.m." He put an arm around her waist as he led her to the door, stifling a yawn. "I don't know about you, but I'm going to sleep for a while. It's been a rough last few days."

Ginny leaned slightly away from him, rather awake now. Nodding vaguely, she let him take her back upstairs, hiding slightly behind him when they passed Max and Flint on the main floor.

He walked her into the bedroom, closing the door with a tentacle, and took off his shirt. "Now, to make sure you understand..." Otto turned back to her as the harness unlatched. "This is our little secret. No one, especially Norman, is to know how I control you. Is that clear?"

Ginny nodded, staring at the floor. She was tense, braced against him stealing her body again.

Sensing her braced muscles, he smirked. "I need you to promise me, dear."

"I promise," she whispered. "I won't tell. But please, please don't...."

"Don't what?" He asked darkly, taking a step toward her.

"Don't.... don't take control of me again," she pleaded, backing up a step.

"My dear, I always have control of you," he snarled, continuing to advance. "It's only about whether or not I use it." When he said 'use it,' he made her hand run up her body and grab her breast. It was what he wanted to do with his own hand, certainly.

"No!" she screamed at him, jerking her hand away the moment he released control of it. "Stop it!"

Otto pushed her across the bed, pinning her wrists over her head. He leaned down, inches from her face, grinning psychotically. "Aw, and how are you going to make me?"

She jerked her head up, trying to smash her forehead into that mad grin.

Otto jerked back as her attack jarred his glasses into his face. He snarled and slapped her, splitting her lip. "Accept it, Ginny, you're nothing more than an extension of me, my whims and wishes. You have been ever since I first got my tentacles on you. But, no, I won't take control of you again. As I said before, sometimes it's more fun when you bend to my will of your own accord. And I think you know what it's time for, now..."

She continued to struggle, growling in frustration and tension. She kicked at him, wrenching at her pinned wrists.

"Unless, of course, you give me no choice but to take your mind again..." Otto moved aside, manipulating her to stand up and start undressing.

She screamed again, trying to stop herself. Through the link, he could feel her mind, a seething mass of terrified hate, and anger with no outlet.

"I'll return control to you if you promise to obey me." She was in her bra and underwear, now, her small, fragile form shivering as she tried to fight him.

He'd pushed her too far for the moment. She just kept screaming.

"Have it your way." His voice was as heartless as his expression. He undressed her the rest of the way and moved her back to the bed. He watched her as he made her crawl onto the bed, keeping her on her hands and knees. He climbed up behind her, unzipping his pants and pushing them down just enough to free his hard cock. His eyes fell on the barely visible quarter note and a sadistic rush filled him. "Perhaps the next step will be to remove that tattoo, maybe replace it with one of my choosing."

Ginny's back arched as she fought his control. If she could move her limbs, she'd be thrashing hard enough to injure them both.

Otto reached between her legs and started massaging her clitoris with two fingers. Simultaneously, he reached as far into her mind as he could to see if he could make her body respond to his caresses. "What shall it be, hm? A little octopus to show who you belong to?"

"No!" she shrieked. She could feel him in her mind now, a pressure under her thoughts. He could only make her body react slightly, unable to reach her hormonal responses. There was too much adrenaline running through her right now to become aroused.

"Yes, I think it would be most fitting." One hand stayed between her legs. The other reached out to one of his tentacles as it stretched across the room. The tentacle held the open tub of Crisco. Otto only took a little, wishing she would just cooperate, knowing using this was unhealthy. All well, he would get what he wanted from her. He lubricated his erection and paused, contemplating sodomizing her again. No, no, he could always do that later. He invaded her intimate territory, holding her hips and making her push back against him. "Erase your past..." He breathed, thrusting into her over and over. "Everything about you... mine..."

She tried to pretend this was happening to someone else. After all, if she couldn't control her body, how could it be hers? But that meant it was his, and that was just as intolerable. Something... something in her mind was slipping. She couldn't live like this.

He'd just keep taking her, a little more at a time. She wasn't another being to him anymore. They had been together too long, her following him everywhere. Perhaps he had started out with some kind of nostalgic attachment to her. He really had been concerned for her when he took her to the hospital and came back later to check on her. He really had been concerned when the other two raped her. Now she was just another part of him, a possession, an it, like the tentacles. He climaxed quickly, too tired to draw it out tonight. When he finished, he pulled his pants back up and lay down, pulling her with him. Even as he drifted off to sleep, he clutched her in his arms. He never wanted to let go of her. Never.