The Rape of Mary Jane Watson

A/N: I was going for shock value on the previous chapter, and it looks like I succeeded. I’m sorry, but I’m not going to rewrite it. I’ve talked to some people online who like it as it is. You’re reviews are being taken into serious consideration, though. For example, I’ve been trying to keep this short, so I didn’t go into depth about the plot, but if I write the sequel everything will make sense, believe me. This installment is nothing more than three sex scenes strung together by a very, very thin thread. I have been busy, but I’ve finally finished this. I did take a small creative liberty involving the abilities of Otto's tentacles. I'm an Otto fangirl, I have the tentacle warning in the summary, try not to be too suprised.

Begin final chapter….

Mary Jane rolled onto her side and assumed the fetal position. “Where were you?” She whispered staring blankly into space. Her eyes drifted up and focused on the camera. “Why didn’t you come, Peter? Why?”

Otto knelt down, zooming in on her face. He reached out to caress her cheek with a tentacle. She whined and covered her face with her arms. “Look at the cheap little harlot, ripe to perish…” The girl began to sob as Otto stroked her hair with his metal claws. “But I’m sure we’re all a bit worn out at this point. I fear the pleasure of being your executioner must wait.”

“Kill me now. Kill me now,” Mary Jane begged when she heard Flint coming back. She grabbed for the doctor’s wrist but he jerked away from her and slapped her hand down with a metal snake.

“Keep your filthy hands off of me.”

Mary Jane clutched her injured hand to her chest and didn’t dare say another word, even when Flint grabbed her from behind and dragged her to her feet. She didn’t struggle when he bound her wrists behind her, either. Her head drooped, heavy under the feeling of complete and utter defeat and exhaustion.

Flint made sure her wrists were secure before weaving the rope around and between her arms. He cinched it up until her arms were almost touching before continuing the process up to her elbows. Her shoulders were wrenched back and her pale, round breasts thrust out enticingly. The further up the bindings went, the louder her pained gasps became. Flint tightened it another half inch and she squeaked.

“Bet yah you can’t make her elbows touch,” Max grinned.

Mary Jane’s eyes had been squeezed shut. They flew open and looked pleadingly at Max.

“I could, too,” Flint scowled.

“I don’t believe you,” Max teased in a singsong voice.

“It’s physically improbable,” Otto agreed.

Mary Jane shot Flint a desperate look over her shoulder. He couldn’t honestly be considering accepting Max’s challenge, could he? Some how she wasn’t surprised when the ropes began to tighten even more, but that didn’t change the fact that her shoulders screamed at her to make him stop. Tears streaked down her cheeks but she didn’t realize she was moaning until she heard Flint’s sadistic chuckle. There was a final tug and a loud popping sound filled her ears. Whether or not he’d succeeded in bringing her elbows together was lost under the fresh wave of anguish. Her knees buckled, but this time Flint let her collapse.

“Told you I could do it,” Flint grinned, gazing down at the girl gasping, groaning, and quivering at his feet.

“It doesn’t count if you dislocate her shoulder,” Max protested.

Flint snorted and rolled his eyes. “Fuck you, man.” He heartlessly grabbed her upper arms and forced her to get up. She started screaming nonsensically as he shoved her toward one of the cages. “Shut up!” He struck her down again but she kept screaming. “That’s it…” Flint snarled and perused the rows of leather restraints and gags. Once he made his selection, he returned to his victim and dropped to his knees. He forced her to sit up, pulled her head back by her hair, and held the bondage mask in her face. “Are you gonna shut up?” Her voice dropped in volume, but she was still whimpering and babbling hysterically. From the look in her eyes, he gathered the impression that she’d be clutching his shoulders pleadingly if her arms were free. “All right, then, cunt.” He held her red waves back with one hand and used the other to shove the leather loop over her head. It fitted under her chin and went around over her head. After making sure the other straps were out of the way, he pulled the buckle on the side tight, locking her jaw closed. Another thick strap wrapped across her eyes, behind her head, and buckled on the side.

Mary Jane was already freaking out—breaking down under the stress of the last few hours—but when her world went dark she almost started hyperventilating. But she couldn’t hyperventilate because she couldn’t open her mouth. Another thick strap was secured across her mouth and for what seemed like an eternity, she didn’t think she could breathe at all. Ohgodohgodthey’regoingtosuffocatemeohgod… Okay, relax, you wanted to die, remember? Just breathe… or don’t breathe? Ohgodohgod… Pain flared in her injured shoulder as she was manhandled to her feet again.

Flint stuffed her into the long, squat cage and slammed the door behind her. When she tried to shift around and discovered the dimensions of her prison, she stopped thrashing for a moment to try to get her bearings. Half because of his preconceived plan, and partly because he wanted to fuck with her mind and hurt her some more, Flint tipped the cage vertically. She tumbled to the bottom and shrieked against the gag as she landed in a crumpled heap on her wounded shoulder. “Get up,” Flint commanded coldly as he went to get some more ropes.

The teenager tried to keep her shrieking to a minimum as she struggled to her knees. Her other arm was tugging at her dislocated shoulder excruciatingly and she felt perspiration beginning to prickle over her skin despite the temperature of the air around her. By bracing her front in one corner of the cage, she managed to get her feet under her and wobbled into a more or less upright position. No sooner had she managed to steady herself when sandy hands reached through the bars and grabbed her from behind, dragging her backwards. The rough treatment of her shoulder made her whimper again, but the gag swallowed the noise. She felt more ropes closing in around her. One crossed between her breasts several times, confining her uncomfortably close—as far as her shoulder was concerned—to the bars. Her wrists and arms were bound the cage, next, and the same length of rope slithered around to constrict her middle.

Flint retrieved an even longer rope and set to work cocooning the red-heads legs to the bars. He slipped it around her hips, knotted it, wrapped it around just under the first layer, knotted it, and continued the process down to her ankles. When he finished, he used his powers to flip the cage back over again, leaving her bound to the top of it. “Now…” He grinned, kneeling next to her head and peering inside. “You just wait right here like a good little bitch. One of us’ll come back down for you eventually.” He saw a tear slip out from under the blindfold. “You don’t wanna cry, cunt. Leather shrinks when it gets wet.” Flicking the bars a couple times as a parting gesture, Flint stood up and followed his two colleagues out.

Mary Jane hung there in the dark silence, allowing her head to droop. The needles were still inside her, though only the one in her pussy was uncomfortable at this point. She didn’t dare try to shift around, despite her damaged shoulder. For one, she didn’t think she could move much more than a fraction of an inch either way. For another thing, she didn’t want to shift into an even more uncomfortable position and find out she couldn’t move back. The silence that settled in heavily after they left only grew more oppressing with each passing second. An indeterminate amount of time later, her ears began to hum, like a swarm of mosquitoes. To get her mind off it, the teenager focused on breathing instead. It was hard enough with her mouth covered, but the ropes were much tighter on her chest than they had seemed a few… seconds ago? Minutes ago? How long were they planning on leaving her here? The humming melted into a loud, irritating buzz. It sounded like a swarm of angry bees, now. She shook her head, trying to clear the sound out of her ears, but it only jarred her arm and gave her a headache. Moaning, she went lax in the restraints once more. Her mind was starting to drift on a black and red sea. As the waves rose and fell, as she breathed in and out, the buzzing swelled and receded.

Mary Jane groaned through the thick blue haze that was rolling over her consciousness. A face was beginning to materialize in it. It swam in and out of focus before solidifying into someone she knew, loved, and made her heart ache. Peter’s soft puppy eyes staring at her, staring down at her… and he looked so sad.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, MJ. I should’ve been there, or done something…”

No, no, you couldn’t have known, I should have told you. It’s not fair for me to think that you can read every detail of my mind like that.

“When I think,” sniffle, “of the last things we,” sob, “said to each other… God, I’ve always loved you. I always will love you! Do you know that? Please forgive me, MJ…”

What are you talking about? Why are you crying? I’m okay! I’m here! I’m…

“Goodbye, MJ. I’ll never forget you. I won’t stop until…”

What do you mean ‘forget me?’ I’m here!

The teenage boy turned and began to fade back into the tempest of red, black, and blue. Mary Jane jumped for him, trying to snag the trailing corner of black clothing. To her horror, she couldn’t move. She fought and strained in spite of the strange burning sensation in her left shoulder.

No, Pete, don’t leave me! I’m not dead! I’M NOT DEAD!

A tingling feeling that originated in her toes and fingers was sweeping through her body. “I’m not dead, yet, Pete,” she whimpered to herself, enclosed in blackness once more. “Please don’t let me go.” She tried to move and couldn’t. Panic seized her as she tried to remember where she was and what was happening to her. Her muscles were cramping and all of her limbs were going numb and tingly, but no matter how hard she tried to stretch or shift or move at all it just hurt more and more... “Help me!” She tried to scream before realizing she wasn’t talking at all. Her yells were muffled and she couldn’t open her mouth. Mary Jane thrashed, screams escalating in pitch and volume, and ignored the pain surrounding her. Finally, exhausted, she hung in the darkness and tried to think. Gravity was down, and she was facing down, and attached to something… No, it’s okay. You can’t feel, and you know you can’t see, but you can smell, right? What do you smell? I smell… I smell leather? Yes, yes, you do. Now, what can you hear? I hear… I hear…

…clunk…

The sound was very faint at first, but something told her that sound was important, so she latched onto it greedily. As it drew closer, she realized it was a rapid yet steady rhythm, like someone with too many legs walking. There was a metallic resonance to it.

Clunk.

You’re going to die now.

CLUNK.

Dr. Octopus. Mary Jane could almost hear the clicks of the pieces falling into place before the sound of the closet door slamming open interrupted her train of thought. A sound like hissing, robotic snakes closed in on her from all sides and she felt the world flip vertically. Her injured shoulder made sure she felt herself resettling in her bonds. The tentacles drew her out of the closet.

“You both have an opportunity to learn a lesson here,” Otto grinned, speaking to the camera as well as Mary Jane. “You, young Parker, get to learn the consequences of this sad charade you’ve chosen as your life. You, my dear,” he smirked at the girl as his tentacles cut the ropes, “get know what it really means to be a super-hero’s girlfriend, even when he doesn’t show up to save your skin.”

A snake slithered around her naked, battered body, gliding obscenely across her breasts. She shook as it tingled her nipples with its icy touch. The tentacle caught and supported her as the ropes let her fall. If he squeezed hard enough, he could snap her back, but he could as easily draw this out and torture her as much as if not more than Flint—Master Sandman… She didn’t want anymore pain, though. She just wanted to die. She wanted to say goodbye to Peter so he knew she loved him and then she wanted to die. Peter would never touch her again, anyway. She had been defiled by his enemies. And if he did want to touch her? Well, he shouldn’t. He was clean, sweet, and a slut like her would only hold him back.

“Try not to be too upset, Parker,” Otto addressed to the camera. “You knew it was inevitable. Everyone close to you pays, don’t they?” He guided her out of the cage and brought her up close. His organic hands made quick work of the buckle holding the blindfold in place. He peeled it back like a surgeon removing a bandage and gazed into her emerald eyes—tinted with gray due to his glasses—before letting his attention wander to regions below her neck. It was frustrating being forced to view the world through a gray-brown haze all the time.

Mary Jane cringed under the vibe radiating from him. The very corners of his mouth were turned up ever so slightly, an expression she’d glimpsed briefly while Flint had been undressing her. He slid the glasses off and his horrible eyes roamed slowly over the planes of her flesh. The metal appendage already around her began to move and stroke her breasts. She closed her eyes and whimpered against the gag. How much more do I have to take? Please, god, how much more? His two free tentacles were winding up her legs and caressing her thighs. Violent shudders rippled through her when she felt them growing too close to her intimate territory but subsided when nothing happened.

“I’d imagine,” Otto purred, leaning in to breathe her scent, “that you’ve never had anything larger than a tampon inside you. Am I correct?”

Fear sunk cold claws into the pit of the teenager’s stomach. “Mhm…” She squeaked in a tiny voice. The tip of the tentacle around her right leg started rubbing against her slit, parting her lips and finding her clit.

“So it would hurt, possibly even tear you, if I inserted this tentacle in you, wouldn’t it?”

“Mmm…” She whined and tried to cringe away, but those awful metal things were all around her.

“Aw, don’t fret my dear. I’m only about half as sadistic as that Neanderthal, Flint.”

Cold metal stroked the side of her face. If only he’d stop touching her with those damn mechanical things! The one still wrapped around her leg moved away from her pussy and slithered up her body to join the one petting her face. Both of them morphed into three claws and she screamed again, expecting the worst. Her eyes squeezed shut and she trembled listening to the sound of metal on metal next to her cheek. To her surprise, though, they were merely unbuckling and discarding the mask. One eye opened a slit and flicked over him distrustfully. The other one opened a moment later. She was too frightened and defeated to ask him what he was up to, so all she could do was watch and wait.

Otto found himself assessing the damage Flint had done. Her skin had seemed so soft and perfect before all of that, but now there were small smears of dried blood where any of the barbs had broken skin. The welts from the whip were little more than pale red lines now, aside from the red streak on her thigh. Her face was still just as beautiful, though, even if her shining green eyes had lost their lively spark. Otto pulled her closer, still avoiding contact with any of his organic parts. Finally, his hand came up under her chin and tilted her mouth at a better angle for kissing. He pressed his lips to hers before poking at her mouth with his tongue. At first she resisted, but soon enough he was tasting her breath and saliva. His organic hands roamed down the swell of her breasts and extracted the two needles. At the same time, one of the clawed appendages slithered between her legs and relieved her of the third needle.

The tentacles seemed to be sucking the warmth out of her body, but the liquid metal remained the same temperature, regardless. Their cold touch writhed over her body, touching her in ways that were sometimes familiar and other times completely alien. The doctor’s lips left her mouth and found their way to the point of intersection between her neck and shoulder. He started sucking and nibbling gently on the sensitive spot. It was a spot Peter used to kiss and tickle with his breath. A tear slid down the side of her face and she looked up at the arm with the camera. She would never see him again. The last words they would have ever exchanged would be in the context of a fight. A stupid fight. A stupid fight that was all my fault…

Otto drew back but continued to pet and caress her with his artificial limbs. “Sex is such a disgusting, primitive thing,” he growled, even as one of his tentacles journeyed back between her legs.

Then don’t do this to me. If you really think it’s all that disgusting, that I’m that disgusting, just get rid of me now. If I’m as cheap as you say, I don’t even deserve to live anymore… The tentacle between her legs was probing between her labia again. She could feel it melting and reforming as it delved deeper into her intimate territory. With a cry of disgust, she tried belatedly to close her legs against it, but the slimy, slick metal glided deeper still, like an octopus squeezing into a crack in a reef. And it was a tight squeeze, too. The deeper it explored, the wider it became, until she thought her flesh was going to tear, but he stopped just short of ripping her skin. Why? Did she really want to know?

Her head was thrown back, her hair flying wildly down her back. Otto drank in the curve of her swanlike neck, the delicate arch of her back, and the thrust out rounds of her breasts. She was gasping heavily and moaning, wiggling limply in the grip of his mechanical appendages. He could feel her vaginal muscles contracting around the alien object invading her body and a tingle crept into his lower regions.

Mary Jane had expected him to start pumping the tentacle in and out of her, but he didn’t. The snake started to twist around inside her, stroking areas no one else would be able to reach or even find. If only the damn thing weren’t so cold, if only it didn’t stretch her so painfully, if only it didn’t make her feel so violated and helpless… She gasped audibly as the ends of two other tentacles stretched into elongated, tapered tendrils that wrapped around her breasts, squeezing them firmly. The tips curled around her nipples, teasing and tickling them like tiny tongues. Her nipples hardened under the touch, a combination of her body’s reaction to the chilled metal and the vague, sexual arousal. Stop… but all that came out was a moan of protest.

He could feel the firmness of her young, ample rack. A tingle ran down Otto’s spine and he slowly made his way around behind her before setting about unbinding her arms. Her shudder of apprehension caused a smirk to spread across his face. “Are you afraid I’m going to sodomize you, as well? I believe I informed you I am above such barbaric behavior.”

I don’t trust you. The tentacle burrowed deeper into her rabbit hole and she cried out, spreading her legs wider in an attempt to alleviate some of the pressure. Despite the fact that his tentacles could change shapes, they could be hard and unyielding if he so desired. Having something so large and so inflexible splitting her virgin flower open was anything but pleasurable. It wasn’t how she pictured losing her virginity at all, but who could ever predict something like this?

Otto chuckled and leaned down to her neck. “No more words?” He ran his fingers through her hair and smelled the fiery waves. She smelled like sweat, metal, and sex, with an undertone of peach body wash. His tentacle continued to pet her back wall and he delighted in the way it made her whimper and quiver. “Little red is that resigned to her fate,” Otto addressed to the camera one metal appendage held trained on their faces. He unbuttoned his pants and took her right hand by the wrist.

Stop… stop… Her body wouldn’t respond to her command to pull her hand away. She couldn’t do anything but bear down on the tentacle twitching inside her chasm. Dr. Octopus slid her hand into his underwear, wrapped her fingers around his ninth appendage, and guided her hand in a gentle stroking motion. Her other arm hung useless and injured at her side as she awkwardly fell into the motion he set for her. Mary Jane heard him groan in her ear as his hand let go of hers and took hold of his shirt hem. He pulled it off without disrupting the actions of the tentacles at all. Then his pants were gone, exposing her hand and his erect cock to the air, permitting her more freedom of movement in stroking him.

The ripples of pleasure were beginning to weaken his body from the waist down. He held her hips with both hands as he yanked her to the floor with him. Her muscles contracted around his tentacle and she pressed back against his bare chest, arching her hips up. A breathy squeak of pain slipped between her lips. Otto pressed her hips down again so she was sitting on her heels. The pressure on his tentacle shifted and she gritted her teeth in pain.

Don’t make me bend that way… It hurts! Don’t make me bend that way! She clenched her teeth and tried not to scream. The more pain she felt, the tighter her feminine sex squeezed him, in turn causing her to hurt that much more. It was a searing pain to match the pain in her other abused holes. She just wanted this night—or was it day now?—to be over. He rose up on his knees behind her, still holding her in that excruciating position, and pressed against her bar back. Otto’s flesh was surprisingly warm, and it contrasted sharply with the frigid metal harness. How could he stand it? He groaned again and the tentacle started a slow, gentle in/out motion as it continued to writhe inside her. The tentacles on her breasts were growing uncomfortably tight. She grabbed one of them and whimpered, but she knew she couldn’t pry it off. The tentacle started moving in out of her faster and the super-villain pressed against her harder. She could feel his chest rising and falling with his gasps now. Just how much could he feel with those things? It made her nauseous.

Otto moved around in front of her and pushed her onto her back with a free tentacle. Her chest was heaving as she looked up at him, a question in her eyes. He answered with a smirked and she reached up to close her fingers over his manhood again. The teenager’s fingers ran up and down it uncertainly. She’d been a virgin in all things, apparently, but her touch still lit his mind on fire. Her hand stopped moving up and down and her thumb traced around the head of his penis, smearing the precum over his skin. Otto took her wrist and placed her thumb near her mouth. She sealed her lips and turned her face away from him. He smirked and reached back with one of his tentacles to rub her clitoris. Her mouth opened in a gasp and he took the opportunity to make her lick the precum off her thumb. Perhaps if she hadn’t sucked Max off first, and then been broken by Flint, she would have turned away gagging, but she merely obeyed. Her walls suddenly shuddered around his tentacle and her hips lifted off the ground. “Uh oh, Parker…” Otto grinned and pounded the tentacle into her harder. “I think little red’s coming.” Otto massaged her clit in circles with his thumb.

She shook her head, whimpering pathetically, and tried to struggle away from the thing stroking the most intimate depths of her feminine domain. The tentacles twined around her body and squeezing her breasts held her in place. Dr. Octopus put one knee on each side of her chest and made her bring her good hand up to continue stroking him. Her hand and faced burned when she was forced to touch his private parts again. It wasn’t nearly as bad as the burning in her own loins as the tentacle thrust deeper still, drawing blood as it force her virgin chasm ever wider.

Otto grinned at the camera as she screamed. “This must hurt to watch, Parker. I wouldn’t be surprised if you fast forwarded this part. I wouldn’t be surprised if you went all the way to the end, to find out if she really dies or not.” Sweat was glistening on Otto’s skin as his climax approached. “Nothing but pain and humiliation…” He murmured, aiming the camera at her face. “Those you love suffer…” Otto came, shooting his load all over her face and chest. She cried out and tried to shield herself with her good arm.

The camera caught every detail of her shock and shame as the super-villain’s cum covered her, some running down the side of her face into her hair. Her eyes were flat, dead, and blush tinged her cheeks. The image changed angles, set on the floor, showing Dr. Octopus looming over the helpless girl with a tentacle cocked to strike. “They suffer, Parker, and then they die.” The tentacle stabbed down, Mary Jane shrieked, and the tape ran out.