The Rape of Mary Jane Watson

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ELECTRICITY

Flint towered over her with his arms crossed over his now bare chest. Everything below his waist was still a swirling cloud of sand, but once he solidified, he’d be completely nude. That was the most inconvenient thing about his and Max’s powers: they didn’t take kindly to clothing. However Max, being the shameless clown he was, didn’t seem to care. Flint tended to be more withdrawn than his electric powered coworker. His dark brown eyes drank in the perky mounds beneath her shirt and he licked his teeth. She was only a child, maybe sixteen at most, but that had never stopped Flint before. “Looks like I get first crack at you,” he finally grinned.

Mary Jane scuttled backwards across the floor until she hit the couch. “Don’t hurt me,” she pleaded. “I’ve never done anything to you.”

“Not yet,” Flint leered. “But before the night’s over you’ll be doing plenty of things to all of us.” He drifted across the floor and took a fistful of her silky red locks, tangling his fingers in it and dragging her to her feet. Her cry of agony only excited him more. “I’ll have to hurt you. I get off on making little cunts like you scream for mercy.”

Tears of torment slipped from under her closed eyelids as he wrenched her head back, sending needles of fire across her scalp. The super-villain bent her over the back of the couch and violently invaded her mouth with his tongue. She’d French kissed Peter before, tenderly in the basement, sometimes consoling him after a particularly humiliating defeat, sometimes celebrating a particularly great victory, and sometimes just because she loved him. This kiss was so different. It was raw, lip bruising, dominating lust. There was no sweet prelude, no meaningful eye contact; there were no soft words, only the sudden, violent conquest. She clawed and shoved at his chest, but he effortlessly wrapped one had around her wrists and pinned them down by her stomach. Then, all at once, the kiss was over. He leaned away from her bit and his hand left her hair. Rough fingers trailed down the side of her face, over her throat, and took hold of the neck of her shirt. Having a man’s hand that close to her breasts for the second time that night made her shudder, especially after what had happened last time.

Flint wasn’t nearly as into playing cat and mouse as Max. It was time to see what was hiding under this bitch’s clothing… Then grab it and pinch it and make her cry. One sharp jerk of his hand tore the front of her shirt off as easily as ripping paper. He could see her fear of the violence glittering in his eyes. Yes, he was a force to be feared, and she was about to find out exactly why that was the case.

“Oh, so you started the party without me, huh? Greedy bastard.”

Flint’s glare fell on Max strolling into the room, still surrounded by blue electricity. Of course, the human battery was still grinning. Flint rarely saw him stop grinning, unless he was trying to intimidate with a scowl. What he apparently wasn’t aware of was that manic grin was much creepier than any scowl he’d tried yet. “I was going to let you have her when I’m done,” Flint smirked back.

“What’s left of her, you mean,” Max nodded slowly and pointed at the other super-villain. “Oh, yes, I know you…”

If she had been afraid before, she was petrified now. She didn’t want to be torn in half by two lions fighting over a kill. Some how she feared, as the thought truly sank in, that such a scene was inevitable. She knew some things, and she had this terrible image of one taking her from the front while the other took her from the back. Could that be done? How much would something like that hurt? It made her stomach twist into knots. The clink of metal and a low hissing sound heralded the appearance of the third man, the one who seemed to be in charge of everything. When the other two went silent, she turned to try and catch a glimpse, maybe get a clue of what was going to be done to her. Her eyes fell on Max’s naked, still glowing, body and quickly snapped away.

Otto didn’t waste any time. Upon entering the room he strode straight to where Flint had Mary Jane pinned against the back of the couch and grabbed her around the throat with a tentacle. Apparently Flint had already begun to ravage her of her innocence. Good. He wanted her to suffer, so that Parker would in turn suffer. Then again, he wanted proof of her suffering to show to Parker. “Maybe I should cut off one of your delicate fingers and send it to Parker in mail. Or would that be too cliché?”

Her heart lurched into her constricted throat as he drew her closer, lifting her off the ground. “Please… don’t…” She whimpered.

“We might need her fingers,” Max pointed out.

“Well…” Flint’s lips curled into a cruel smile. “We could always smash her teeth out so they don’t get in the way when we fuck her pretty face.”

Otto actually laughed and grabbed her head with one of his free claws. “Why smash them…” A third claw undulated sinisterly close to her mouth. “…When I could tear them out one by one?” Her jaw clenched and she made a sobbing noise.

“And tape it,” Max suddenly added gleefully. He being considerably less twisted than Flint had gone out the window when he found out she was Spidey’s girl. His hatred for that bug ran so deep that any chance to dig at him would be leaped on a moment’s notice. “Torture her to death and tape it.”

Mary Jane wanted to throw up. The men surrounding her were sick to no end. If she cried in front of them, if she showed how absolutely horrified she was feeling, it would only give them fuel for further cruelty, and all because she was so close to Peter. They’d do any number of horrible things to her just because they couldn’t stand Spider-Man, because they couldn’t get to him… Then she was angry. They were cowards, fucking cowards, picking on her because Peter was too strong for them. “You’re all sick,” she whispered. “This is a new low, even for you.” A tentacle cracked across her back and she screamed, the sob sliding farther towards escape.

“Where do you get the right, or the position, really,” the tentacle tightened on her throat, “to judge us?” Otto hissed, leaning dangerously close to her face. “Besides, your death tonight was inevitable, even before we knew your secret. I’d also be willing to bet that most of the torture of which Max speaks would have occurred anyway.” Her emerald eyes shimmered wetly and his heart thudded faster with the sadistic rush it gave him. “The poor little thing is petrified,” he smirked with no real compassion in his voice. The other two laughed, but he kept his eyes on her. “Are you still convinced that somehow your knight in blue tights will save you? We aren’t afraid of him, dear. We know he’ll come after us with a vengeance once he sees what we are going to do to you. We anticipate it.”

Mary Jane stared into those obsidian glasses like a deer caught in the headlights of a speeding semi. Her own terror-stricken eyes were reflected right back at her. Room temperature metal caressed her face and traced her jaw bone to her chin.

He couldn’t exactly feel through the tentacles, not in the usual sense, but he had to feel to enough of an extent to pick things up. Though the tentacles didn’t have any pain or temperature sensors, they could still feel pressure and vibrations. Her fear quivered down the artificial limb and gave him pleasant chills. “Flint.” His eyes finally left hers to glance at the other super-villain, but with the glasses no one could tell for certain where he was looking. “Take her downstairs. I’ll join you shortly.”

“We’re gonna have so much fun,” Max snickered gleefully, grabbing her by the arm when Otto shoved her toward them. The pink cotton shirt slid against her skin before his fingers closed around her. She started screaming and hitting at him with her free fist but he quickly subdued that arm too. A jolt of electricity stunned her long enough for Flint to get a hold on her legs. Between the two of them, they carried her struggling and whimpering down to the basement.

The room at the bottom of the stairs was small, eleven by eleven and ten feet tall, with hooks on the ceiling. Set in one wall was a set of double doors, perhaps a closet, and in another wall was a door to a medium sized bathroom. It was the hooks that drew the frightened teenager’s eyes. She remembered the part in Texas Chainsaw Massacre where the guy ended up with a meat hook in his back. Mary Jane pictured herself wriggling like a fish on one of those cruel claws, blood running down her bare back and thighs to eventually drip off her toes. The sheer terror paralyzed her. Even the numb tingling left over from being zapped faded into the background.

Flint’s eyes left her breasts for a moment and followed her gaze. “Oh, you’ll get plenty of time to figure those out, later. First we gotta prepare your body.”

She temporarily forced her eyes away from the hellish ceiling. “P… Prepare?” That brutal glimmer never left Flint’s eyes and she was forced to choke back her tears again. The places where they held her, even if there were clothes between them and her skin, crawled under the physical contact. They were both naked, and even if she wasn’t hypnotized by the ceiling, she would’ve been carefully avoiding looking at them. They took her to the corner closest to the closet and dropped her on floor without any warning. It jarred her teeth and skinned her palms when she tried to catch herself. This floor was bare and quite hard, too.

“Easier to clean up the blood,” Flint responded as if reading her thoughts. “The first part doesn’t hurt, though.” There was definite disappointment in his voice as he spoke this last sentence.

“Blood…?” Mary Jane didn’t know how much more of this her heart could take. Was it possible to overdose on adrenaline? Could a fifteen-year-old have a heart attack? Flint had opened the closet and begun poking through things she couldn’t see from this angle. When his cold glare shifted back to her again, she actually started shaking. The scowl set on his lips curled up at one corner and he disappeared behind the door again, leaving her to huddle on the floor. Her eyes focused on her hands and she gulped. Max was looming over her, less than five feet away, with his… nakedness… She felt a hot blush creeping into her cheeks.

Max raised an eyebrow at her lowered head. He remembered the feel of her hot, firm breast in his hand felt arousal tickle through him. “You’ve never seen a cock before, have you?” He heard her squeak minutely and his grin widened as he stepped closer. “Look at me.” She covered her eyes and shook her head. A lightening bolt shot out of his fingers and struck the floor right next to her. The sob that had been threatening finally escaped her throat but her hands remained pressed to her face. “I’ll hit you next time, whore.”

Wiping her tears with the palms of her hands, she hazarded a peek upwards. Electro’s entire body was hairless, and she wondered if it had something to do with the process that gave him his powers. One of his hands rested on his hipbone and the other stuck out to the side a bit with sparks still jumping between his fingers. There were more of the lightening bolt designs on his sides that disappeared around to his back. His abs rippled in a neat trail down to the lightening rod between his legs. Outside of sex education books, she’d never seen the male reproductive organ. Seeing it and thinking about what it was for made her kind of sick and she subconsciously clenched her thighs.

Max reached down with the hand that had been on his hip and guided her to her feet by her chin. “What’s wrong?” His hand forced its way between her legs and cupped her crotch. “Fear for your cherry?” She tried to back away from him, but he latched his other arm around her waist and started to dig his fingers into her with rough stroking motions. “We’ll all get what we want from you sooner or later. Why fight it?” There was a clumping sound on the stairs. Max tilted his head and looked off to the side. “Oo, sounds like the doctor’s in. Time to get this show on the road.”

Mary Jane gasped involuntarily at the violent attention to her clit and had to force herself not to rock her hips against his hand. The fact that he could evoke any sort of pleasant feeling in her without her permission pissed her off and the pleasure was lost under the sensation of being violated. “Please…” she whimpered. “Please don’t touch me…” Around Max’s shoulder she saw Dr. Octopus crossing the floor with a digital camera in his top right tentacle. It was aimed at them, but she couldn’t tell if it was on or not.

“Are you gonna take your clothes off for us or do we have to use force?” Max asked as though he hadn’t even heard her request. He’d felt the slight twitch in her hips despite the words coming out of her mouth so he pressed harder instead of stopping.

“Please,” she moaned again, another sob making its way out. “I don’t want to…”

Flint, now wearing a pair of loose fitting jeans, stepped up behind her and ran his hands down her arms, coaxing them behind her back. The handcuffs swayed slightly in his hands as he locked one of her wrists in, securing her other wrist with the same smooth motion. “Don’t make us hurt you now.” Flint produced a switch blade and flipped it next to her ear, noting how she went rigid at the sound. “Don’t you want to avoid being hurt as long as you can? Or are you one of those sick bitches that like pain?”

More tears slipped down her cheeks. “I’ll be good,” she whimpered. “Please… Just don’t hurt me…” A muscular arm encircled her from behind and yanked her away from Max. The red-headed teen stumbled when he jerked her around so the camera had a clear view of her. Flint was strong, though, and kept her on her feet with the same ferocity with which he did everything else. Some how she found it hard to believe there was any way she could avoid injury—these three were clearly not to be trusted—but she could try her damnedest to delay it.

Flint glanced past the camera at Otto, who was watching with an unreadable expression on his face. The light from the LCD screen reflected ominously in his glasses, highlighting the scowl lines in his face with deep shadows. “You getting this?” When the scientist nodded slowly, Flint’s steely gaze flicked to the dark lens of the camera. “What do you think of that, Spider-Brat? Your little girl’s just about ready to do anything we tell her to…” He traced the flat of the blade along her jaw line and down her throat. “Of course we’re going to kill her, anyway…” The point of the blade traced along her bra line. “It all comes down to how much pain and cock she’s willing to take…” Her chest jolted under the force of a sob and the knife almost nicked her. “Careful there, cunnikin,” Flint chuckled in her ear.

His fingers curled around the back of her neck and he took a step back. The blade was surprisingly warm on her skin as it slid under the edged of her sleeve. She could almost hear the fabric tearing as he dragged the knife steadily upwards. Her teeth clenched and she forced herself not to shiver, lest he slip and cut her. Chilly air caressed her back as most of her already torn shirt fell away to hang off one shoulder. The process was repeated on the other side and her shirt fell to the floor. For an instant she thought she saw the corner of Doc Ock’s mouth twitch into a half smile but it was gone just as quickly. Perhaps it had been a trick of the light. Her attention was quickly diverted as her bra straps met the same fate as her shirt sleeves. Oh, god, this was going to be it… but Flint paused to speak to the camera again.

“You know, you’ll probably like what you’re gonna see next. Too bad we get to see her naked first, though, right?” Flint flicked the blade up and out, cutting apart her bra right between her breasts. Gravity took them and they bounced ever so slightly upon release. His fingers played around the darker flesh of her nipple before pinching hard enough to tear a cry from her throat. “Oops. Too hard?” He gave the little pink knob a twist and groaned in pleasure when she arched against him.

“You promised…” Her voice was high and desperate. “If I’m good… you promised!” With the vice grip he had on her—with only two fingers but in a quite sensitive spot—she couldn’t very well pull away from him. But he wasn’t letting go! He was hurting her and she couldn’t stop him!

“That’s funny, I never heard anyone promise anything.” Max beamed at Otto. “Did you hear anything like that?”

Otto shook his head slowly, grinning inwardly as he zoomed in on her tear streaked face. He panned downward and centered her breast in the view finder. Okay, so they were pretty and perky, but he kept his face a careful blank.

“Oh, god, please stop!” Hot tears streaked from her eyes and cooled as they journeyed down to drip off her chin.

“Please stop… Master Sandman?” Flint tilted his head.

“M-m…” He twisted harder and her stuttering was cut off by another shriek. “Master Sandman, please!” The coarse fingers left her breast and trailed down toward her fly. The tiny cuts around her lower stomach and hips stung.

“Take off your shoes and socks,” Flint commanded.

Mary Jane gulped and kicked off her shoes. Pulling off her socks was more difficult, but she finally succeeded by stepping on the toe with one foot and pulling her other foot out. She stumbled against him a couple times and winced at the skin to skin contact. When she was finished, she turned and looked up to see him smirking down at her. One of his hands pressed in the middle of her back and the other unbutton her fly. Her eyes flicked to one side and she saw Doc Ock with the camera. On her other side was Max, and they were all watching her, waiting for the rest of her clothes to come off. She felt so exposed and self-conscious under all of those eyes, but most of all helpless. There was nothing she could do about it. Her nipple was still sore from the previous cruel treatment.

Otto zoomed in on Flint’s hand as it unzipped her fly and panned down her legs as her remaining clothing was slid off. She moved with a smooth delicacy when she stepped out of her pants and underwear, pushing them aside with one foot. Otto panned back up her supple body and zoomed out to get the whole thing. She was blushing and hunched over in a futile endeavor to cover her self. One leg was lifted slightly and crossed over her femininity but Otto could still see some of the soft ginger hair. Her whole body was quaking and he let his eyes wander back to her tear streaked face. She flinched visibly when Flint spoke again.

“I’m not sure I like that,” Flint growled in regard to her efforts to conceal her body. Her leg lowered and she hesitantly straightened her back but kept her head down.

Max grabbed her waist and turned her around. He ran a firm hand up her body to her chin and lifted her head so he could look into her eyes. “Not bad, sugar tits. Not bad at all.” She bit her pouty red lip and he couldn’t help imaging thrusting his member down her throat until she choked.

“Could use a little more meat in the ass area, though.” Flint pinched her butt and she cried out, jerking her hips forward.

She’d been preoccupied with how close Max’s genitals were to her and how helpless she’d be if he tried to plug into her. Her vaginal muscles tightened at the thought and she bit her lip. There was barely time for her to ingest Flint’s words before the stinging sensation hit her brain. Her involuntary jerk brought her into contact with Max and her stomach churned at the feeling of his cock against her bare skin.

“I bet you’re gonna stick some meat in that ass area, though, huh?” Max chuckled. His comment elicited a frightened gasp from the naked teenager under his hands.

Flint smiled slowly as he checked her rear out again. “First things first.”

Flint and Max took her by the upper arms and dragged her into the bathroom. Mary Jane cast a desperate look over her shoulder at Dr. Octopus, but she already knew there would be no sympathy from that direction. All she received in return was a dark smirk and a half wave, half salute gesture. Her breath came faster as they shoved her against the counter and bent her over it on her stomach. “No…” She whimpered, twisting her hands in the restraints. “Please don’t… God, no…”

“We’re not gonna rape you yet,” Max laughed. “Flint needs to prepare your body, first, remember?”

“But I’m still tempted.” Flint slapped her ass hard enough to make her let out a scream that trailed off into a strangled sob. If she was going to scream about that, he couldn’t wait to hear how loudly she would scream and cry when he started caning or whipping her. Then again, those sounds were just as if not more beautiful when muffled with a gag. He left Max to hold her down and went to turn on the water.

Max grinned and leaned down to whisper in her ear, “What are you thinking, huh? Are you still hoping Spider-Fag will save you before we split you open?”

“Don’t do this to me,” she whimpered. “I never did anything…”

“Sorry, toots, it’s just the way it’s gotta be.” There was nothing in his tone that suggested he was even remotely sorry, however. Max jerked her up and gave her a nudge in the direction of the shower. It wasn’t a traditional shower with a tub. It was a lot like a locker room shower stall only bigger and with a detachable shower head. There were bars at various intervals on the walls, ranging from about an inch above the floor to a couple inches down from the ceiling.

Mary Jane gazed up at Flint with wide, wet green eyes. He stood by the shower with his hands at his sides and that permanent scowl etched across his features. When she was close enough, he turned her around and unlatched one side of the cuffs. Before she could register what was happening, she was on her knees with her wrists cuffed to one of the lower bars on the left side. “What… what are you doing?” If she survived long enough, she was sure she’d have some nasty bruises from being thrown around the floor all night.

Flint tilted his head then stepped up so his crotch was right in her face. “What do you think we’re doing?”

Mary Jane shrank back into the mist of hot water that ran down her body and pooled around her legs. “Don’t make me…”

The Sandman suddenly looked interested. “Don’t make you what?”

Her eyes drifted back to Dr. Octopus with the camera and shivers ran all over her body despite the heat surrounding her. “Don’t make me…” She gulped and looked back at Flint. “I don’t want to… suck…” Two of the super-villains broke into hysterical, psychotic laughter but Doc Ock remained unnervingly silent. When her heart couldn’t pound its way out of her ribcage, it made a mad dash for her throat. They were insane. They were completely and utterly insane, and they had her right where they wanted her.

“You dirty little cunt,” Flint half growled, half laughed, and kicked her side.

“You don’t get to suck any cock yet.” Max’s chuckles trailed off and his face melted back into a dark scowl as he stepped into the shower and knelt on her left. “You know what would happen if I used my powers right now, right?”

Mary Jane looked from him, to the running water, and back again. All she could think about was the scene in Bride of Chucky where Chucky pushed the television into the bath tub. Only she didn’t doubt this charge would be considerably superior to that, and it wouldn’t hurt this Electro guy one bit. She wanted to beg them to stop threatening her, because she knew she was completely helpless and was terrified enough, but she was also afraid of what they’d do if they knew how she felt. Flint knelt down on the other side of her and she heard the sound of crinkling plastic. Her eyes moved to his hands. In his left was a brand new pack of disposable razors, and in his right were two cans of shave gel. She impulsively curled in on herself and pressed against the wall.

“This isn’t gonna hurt, cunnikin,” he crooned. He couldn’t use his powers near water. Max’s powers were boosted by water, but Flint—when in sand form—was vulnerable to water. This vulnerability made him edgy about getting wet, even when he was solidified. However, she was clearly too traumatized at this point to try anything so he wasn’t too concerned. “I promise.”

She knew none of the people around her were to be trusted, but Max’s words still echoed in her head and she didn’t want to find out if he was bluffing or not. As sick as it made her, the longer she complied with their perverse fancies, the longer she’d get to live. Peter was bound to figure it out and come for her eventually, right? How far could they have taken her? “Okay,” the teenager whispered and slowly stretched out on her back. Flint passed one of the cans and a razor to Max who started coating her arm with the white foam. The razors moving over her body felt all right if she didn’t think about who was surrounding her. Mary Jane did, however, flinch when she felt the hands and the razors on her breasts. They maneuvered gently around the outside of her nipples but she was till worried one of them would cut her just to be malicious.

Part way through the task they each picked up new razors. If the blade grew too dull, there would be razor burn, and every inch of her skin had to be smooth and perfect. The softer and clearer the skin, the sharper the sensation, and Flint wanted her to feel every inch of the rope tightening around her and digging into her flesh. They shave her legs and put her on her knees to reach her back and hindquarters. Then there was only one thing left.

She heard Flint get to his feet and walk to the counter. There were water droplets spattered across the front of his jeans but he hadn’t actually gotten into the shower with her like Max. She found it curious but didn’t remark on it, both out of fear and because it wasn’t really all that important at the time. He turned around with an electric razor in hand.

“Spread your legs,” Max commanded as he sprayed the shave gel into the palm of his hand.

“What?” Her eyes darted to her left and she squeezed her knees together before pulling them up to her chest.

“I know what I’m doing. It’s not going to hurt.” Flint seized her chin and glared into her eyes. “Unless you make me hurt you…”

Mary Jane closed her eyes and whimpered to herself, “I can’t take it. I can’t take it…” She was about to cry again. Maybe she was crying and she couldn’t feel it because her face was already wet.

“You will take everything we push at you, bitch.”

“Where are you? Peter, where are you?” She screamed. “How could you let thi-” Her cries were cut off when Flint slammed her head against the wall.

“No one can hear you, and you’ll be dead by the time he gets this tape!” Flint slammed her head against the wall again. “Now, whatever happens, you’re gonna take it and you’re gonna fucking like it! Got it?”

Her head was throbbing and dizzy, and her legs slid away from her chest almost of their own volition. She didn’t want any of them to hit her again. Or worse… She thought as Max’s hand slipped between her thighs and started working the white foam over her intimate parts. Her green eyes drifted up and caught his blue ones. Even though his hand was still on her pussy, his eyes were locked on her face as if seeking out her reaction. Her body trembled under the intensity of his expression as his fingers left a white trail up her stomach and began to idly stroke her breast. The hum of the electric razor filled her ears but it sounded like it was far away. She wanted it to be far away from her. She wanted to be far away from this place and these monsters, but most of all she didn’t want to die.

Max broke the eye contact to squeeze the last few drops of the shave gel into the palm of his hand and reapply it to her twat. He heard her gasp at the sensation of his touch, intensified now that there was less hair between him and her. The super-villain carefully removed the rest of the rabbit fur with the last unused disposable razor before standing up to retrieve the shower head. He twisted it halfway to massage mode and watched her eyes widen and her lips part. A Cheshire cat grin spread across his face as he kneeled over her and ran the spray down one of her arms. The remaining white suds scattered and ran off her wet, glistening skin. Her eyes grew rounder and her shaking more apparent as the spray neared her crotch. At the last second he diverted it down her leg and watched her go lax with relief. “Have you ever gotten yourself off like this?” Max asked as he moved the spray slowly up the inside of her other leg.

The teenager sucked in a breath and shook her head wildly. “Aw, come on,” Flint prodded. “We all know you must’ve at least touched yourself before. You’re in the shower…”

Mary Jane felt the spray pass her knee and started trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. She had touched herself before, several times, but she didn’t want to give them the power of bringing her to orgasm. An orgasm was such a personal, intimate thing. It wasn’t for three older super-villains who’d never met her before to tear out of her against her will.

“You’re soaping yourself down,” Flint continued and started stroking her face. “Then your hand passes over your little ginch, and it feels good, doesn’t it?”

She struggled against the restraints and tried to twist away from Max, refusing to play this warped game with them. Two humidity-damp metal claws clutched her ankles and pulled abruptly, causing her head to strike the ground. Her body was stretched out so taunt she could barely move. They spread her legs wide and every muscle in her body screamed as they were stretched to their limits.

“Yeah, it does,” Flint grinned, trailed his hand down her neck and shoulder, and squeezed her breast. “Then those curious fingers stop to play, don’t they?”

“No…” Mary Jane gasped and gazed pleadingly at Doc Ock. “N-ahhh… Ah!” Max finally turned the pounding spray on her pussy. It parted her labia and attacked her clitoris, causing the cry that had interrupted her pleas. He dug the shower head between her garden gates so there was nothing to obstruct the water. She cried out and arched her hips as much as she could in this restrictive position. Pleasure tore through her, driving her surroundings from her mind, if only for a few seconds. Keening moans escaped her throat and she didn’t notice Flint backing off to stand behind the one with the camera.

Flint had never much enjoyed others’ sexual pleasure. For him it was all about torturing his partner both mentally and physically, and less pleasure she received the more aroused he became. This was Max’s show for now. Flint would let him run it.

Max’s breath was also coming in increasingly shallow gasps as he watched her sinuous body writhe in ecstasy. Her eyes were closed and her red locks clung wetly to her ivory cheeks and shoulders. His mouth captured hers, taking advantage of the fact it was open in a pant to explore with his tongue. The girl’s orifice was soft and hot. His tongue wasn’t the only thing with which he desired to explore the texture of her taste buds or probe the depths of her throat. The super-villain moaned into her mouth as he gripped his hardening sex and started to stroke. Their lips unlocked and, with an aroused sigh, he licked from the corner of her mouth, across her cheek, and nipped her earlobe.

“What… what…” Mary Jane tried to gasp out but was interrupted by another ecstatic moan. There were tears pouring down her cheeks now, and the mix of torment and sexual bliss felt like it was tearing her insides open.

“Sh…” Max breathed in her ear. He moved away from her ear and kissed her eyes and forehead. “I want you on your knees, right now.”

Electricity prickled lightly over his skin, zapping her gently. Her legs quivered as she—released from the tentacles—struggled to achieve a sitting position. Max followed her with the shower head, clearly enjoying her quivering gasps. She shifted and a particularly powerful wave caused her to spasm and double over at the waist. Her breast brushed his arm and she felt a spark like static electricity. He wasn’t going to inadvertently fry her wet body, was he? Then the source of her pleasure was removed and replaced in its wall holder. Green eyes traveled up the masculine legs and fell in horror and disgust on the smooth, hairless erection.

“Put it in your mouth,” Max instructed firmly.

Her heart stopped. “Please, I… I’ll do anything else, just…” His eyes sparked blue and his hand shot out and across her face. There was a loud, wet smack followed by a stinging sensation like no other. Her head snapped down to the left and her shoulders started to shake with sobs. “Please don’t make me do this,” she whimpered pitifully. Flint was still glaring at her coldly and she couldn’t bear to look at him. She couldn’t bring herself to look at Max, either, so she futilely implored Ock once more. “I’m begging you,” she sobbed. “I’m begging…”

Otto zoomed in on her face to get the red handprint forming on her cheek. Her eyes turned away when he only smirked at her suffering. “That’s right, dear, emote for the camera…” He lowered the device slowly to chest level. “It’s in your best interest to refrain from tears, though. I believe you’ll discover breathing via your nose will be quite important in a few moments.”

Mary Jane twisted awkwardly back and looked up at Max. She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry as cotton. “O-okay… could you just… my hands…” The red head jingled the cuffs a little to illustrate what she was trembling too hard to say. Flint eyed her suspiciously but produced the key and knelt beside her. The look he burned her with as he liberated one of her wrists was all the warning she needed. As it was, she was scared half out of her wits. Mary Jane turned and let her gaze travel past Max’s erection, up the rippling plains of muscle, and meet his scowling gaze. Forcing herself not to shudder, she placed her hands on his hips to steady herself, leaned forward, and kissed the tip of his member. She wanted to shrink away in horror, but instead she closed her eyes and ran her tongue up the underside of his shaft, acclimating herself to the taste. Her tongue traced around the head, but she couldn’t even think about taking it in her mouth without gagging. Instead, she turned her head sideways and ran her lips and tongue down it, licking off the water. At least Max was hairless.

Max’s fingers slid down the back of her head and tangled in her hair. They clenched into a fist as enjoyable tingles journeyed outward from her lips. “I said,” he groaned, “put it in your mouth.” Her fingers dug into his hips and he sensed her hesitate. He allowed a small prickle of electricity to go chasing through the water glazing her skin. It wasn’t lethal, hardly even painful, but it got his point across.

As much as what he was forcing her to do nauseated her, she was still more nauseated by the idea of being cooked alive. Clenching her hands harder, she gulped and closed her lips over the tip of his lightening rod. She waited a tick for the shudder to pass and started sucking him like a lollypop. A satisfied groan drifted down from above her and the hand pressed harder on the back of her head. Mary Jane made a whimpering noise around his cock, but took more of it into her mouth anyway. His hand stopped pushing and rested on the back of her head. She slid her lips back up the length of it, steeled herself, and took him back in her mouth again, massaging him with her tongue.

Max laced the fingers of his other hand into her hair and started rocking his hips gently with the rhythm she set. It was an amateur job, but it wasn’t bad. “Take more…” He felt her engulf his member still deeper that time, but it wasn’t quiet enough. “More,” he commanded, growing impatient with her ineptitude.

The teenager fought down another sob and tried to carry out his order. However, as the tip of his member neared the back of her throat, her gag reflux took over and she jerked away, choking. His hands yanked her hair when she made the sudden move and more tears stung her eyes. For a terrifying moment, she thought her coughing fit would actually cause her to throw up, but it didn’t. There was more sharp pain in her scalp as Max used his grip on her hair to jerk her head back. The look in his eyes terrified her and “Don’t kill me,” sprang unwittingly from her vocal chords. The scowl softened somewhat, but she didn’t know if the smile that was replacing it was good or bad.

“No, not yet, but you will do what I want you to do.”

Mary Jane’s eyes darted to the camera and back to Max. “I can’t… Please, I can’t…”

“Yes, you can, you just won’t.” Max tilted his head and disentangled one of his hands so he could pet her face. “Open your mouth.” When she obeyed he purred, “Good girl.”

Suddenly and aggressively, he pushed her head forward and forced her to take his dick again. This time he kept pushing past her gag reflex and she choked around him. She heard her coughing and wrenching make him groan with pleasure as he forced her to take him all the way to the hilt. He pulled her head back and pushed her down again. The teenager forced back her tears, remembering the threat about breathing through her nose. Her throat and jaw were soon sore from being forced open again and again, but all she could do was take it and hope he finished soon.

Max closed his eyes, forgetting about his colleagues and the camera. The warm shower water massaged his back and charge after charge of ecstasy radiated from the soft throat working around him. He felt her falling into the pattern he set for her willingly so he stopped pressing with his hand and just let himself feel. However, he did keep his hand on the back of her head in case she changed her mind. “When I come, you’re gonna drink it. You’re gonna to drink it all up,” he panted. Max felt the vibrations of her desperate squeal but knew she wasn’t strong enough to pull away from him. His fist tightened in her hair to make sure she knew, too.

Oh, god, she hadn’t been prepared for that! The thought of his seed running down her throat and into her stomach made her retch. Then again, what else was she to expect? Her hands released his hips. One started clawing at his fingers, trying to break his grip on her hair, and the other shoved fruitlessly at his pelvis, trying to push him out of her. His hand zapped her fingers and she jerked her hand away with a cry. That one had actually hurt!

Her protests vibrated her mouth around his cock. The sensation tickled a little, but it also pushed him over the edge. With a great gasp of release, he injected his load deep into her throat, pulling her head down until her face touched his stomach. He thrust hard into the warm orifice three more times, withdrawing slowly once he ran dry.


A/N: That was fun, huh? Remember the little review linky is just below this. Click it. It's fun. All the cool people are doing it. I promise. *wink* To Be Continued...