To Make a Concubine

A/N: Okay, I’m going to update now because I know the website had some issues the other day. There was one review that got erased. I’m sorry, I don’t remember who posted it, but thankies very much. Yes, Doc Ock can be quite the menace in the hands of the right writer.

WARNING: This is a dark fic, and there is a bit in this chapter that some of you might find a little disgusting. I won’t say what it is, but you’ve been warned so try not to be too shocked.

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She didn't dare move for a long time, watching him sleep. A part of her mind was dumbly astounded that monsters such as him slept at all. It seemed such a human, harmless thing to do. It took her nearly two hours to gather the courage to roll away from him, and another hour to reassure herself that the world wouldn't end if she slipped off the bed. On her feet again, she moved stiffly but silently towards the door, her eyes on him. A tentacle stirred across her foot but didn't take hold. She pulled away from it, stifling a gasp, and reached for the door. Oh, please, please stay asleep....

Otto stirred and rolled over on his back--disturbed by some unidentified twinge in his brain--but didn't open his eyes.

She pulled it open just enough to slip out. Her breathing sped up as he didn't awaken, and she shut the door gently behind her. She'd never expected to have this chance, this chance to run. Fear of what he would do nearly paralyzed her as she passed her kitchen door, and she leaned against the wall, noting idly that there were drips of fresh blood on her foot and carpet. If he caught her now.... She wavered, looking back. But her front door was right there... just a few more feet. One hundred and fourteen people lived in this building. Someone would help her, hide her.... She kept going.

Just as her hand reached for the knob, a tentacle slammed through the door, inches from her head. It left a hole in the frame, but Otto didn't care. "I suppose I deserve this from you." There was absolutely no emotion in his voice. He just hung there, from three actuators, watching her. "What would you tell them? There's a tentacled monster in your apartment? Is that it, Ginny? You'll sound crazier than me."

She jumped and screamed, stifling it quickly, turning to see him behind her. She cowered against the door, but made no move to open it now. She looked truly pathetic, naked below the waist, with blood on her legs. Anyone who saw her would know what had happened to her.

"I asked you a question!" Otto roared, fire flashing in his eyes. The tentacle ripped out of the door and smashed a light fixture. Glass and sparks rained down onto the carpet.

She crouched to the floor, covering her head with her arms. "I just wanted to hide!"

Otto stalked over, the actuators clinking and hissing. He loomed over her, glaring daggers down at her. "That's not what I asked!" One of his tentacles smashed the wall. "I asked you what you were going to tell them."

She curled into as small a ball as she could, shaking. "I was... I was... I was just going to ask for help...."

"And when they ask what happened, you're going to say you were raped. And when they ask who, you know they will, what were you going to say, huh?"

"I don't know...." she cried. "I don't even know who you are!" She knew his first name, the name he had told her, and that was all.

Otto let the tentacle curl around her bare waist and lifted her up to face level. "When they ask you who did this to you, you will say Doctor Oct..." He trailed off. His old name didn't feel right in his mouth anymore. He had a new mouth, a new body, and a he needed a new name. Lightening cracked outside, illuminating the tentacle and the pale, terrified, broken creature hanging in it. The first thing with tentacles that came to his mind was... "...opus. Doctor Octopus."

She stared at him between her fingers. The name almost made her want to laugh, but there was nothing funny at all. Nothing. She nodded in agreement, hoping cooperation would placate him.

"Good..." His voice rumbled like thunder in his chest as rain began to drizzle outside. Otto looked back at the rain before turning back to her. "We must punish the puppy while it knows what it has done. And since it can't show us any emotion of any kind, I suppose we must treat it the same way." The tentacle lowered her until her face was level with his crotch. "I was going to leave it alone, too..."

She sobbed. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't hurt me...." She hid her face. "Please... I didn't get out...."

"It would have escaped if it could. It can't be trusted at all." Otto eyed her. His voice was hollow and perfectly calm. "Take off my pants."

She shook her head, staring at the floor. "Please, no, please...."

"Do it!" He screamed, thunder banging at the same moment.

She jumped, terrified and tried to obey, but her hands were shaking too hard to open his fly. She could barely close her fingers.

"Today, stupid harlot." He hissed. "We're not in an ideal place right now." On the word 'place' his tentacle squeezed tighter.

She forced her hand to cooperate, bowing her head in acceptance as she pulled down the zipper and then his pants, trying not to touch him at all.

"Don't act like you don't know what I what you to do next," Otto growled.

She hunched her shoulders, on her knees on the floor. She knew. "Please, please don't..." she pleaded. "I won't do it again..."

"It will do as it's told or it will be penetrated again. Only I won't stop at its back wall this time..."

He was dehumanizing her. She nodded and sobbed brokenly, waiting for him to make the next move.

Otto took a step forward and felt her breath on his privates. Two tentacles pinned her hands behind her back, though they didn't do any further damage to her wrist. "It will use only its mouth to stimulate me. If it tries anything, anything, uppity at all, I will break its other wrist. It may proceed."

Her lip was shaking when she leaned forward to obey him, unskilled and unsure of what to do. Her mouth touched his cock, and she squeezed her eyes shut. Her face was burning with humiliation as she opened her lips and wrapped them around his head. The taste was unfamiliar, strong and gagging, and she had to fight down the urge to recoil.

"Mm..." Otto closed his eyes and tilted his head back. "That's right..." He started raking the claws of an actuator through her hair. "Now suck."

She made a small whining sound of protest even as she did so, taking more of him into her mouth, sucking lightly. She couldn't take much, or wouldn't, afraid of touching him with her teeth and getting him angry.

"Don't make me walk you through it," he breathed. "It must have some creativity floating around in its little mind somewhere."

Ginny opened her eyes briefly, flicking them up to his face. She'd never done this before. What did he expect from her? Very, very reluctantly, she pressed her tongue against him, rubbing it against what was in her mouth.

"Good..." Otto purred. "Take more." He was just warming up for what he really wanted to do to her, but there was no reason he couldn't enjoy it. "Make the entire thing nice and wet."

She whimpered and leaned forward, taking as much of his cock as she could into her mouth. Her balance was off with her hands bound behind her, and she feared falling. Her mouth was dry, but she tried to work up spit to make it easier. She backed up and pulled off to lick his cock instead.

Otto was breathing hard and deep, but he kept the sounds down to a minimum. His forth tentacle, the only one left unoccupied, took hold of her head on one side while the other followed suit on the opposite. He angled her head and slowly pushed his cock back into her mouth, easing into her mouth until he felt her gag. Then he pushed further. She'd taken the tentacle before--even if it hadn't been its maximum width--and he wouldn't let her even try to tell him she couldn't take this.

She choked, staring up at him. Her eyes pleaded with him to stop, and she moaned deep in her throat, gagging. No no no... Her stomach lurched as her throat worked.

Her protests and gagging made Otto groan as he pushed her face down until her forehead touched the harness. Then he pulled out slowly, almost letting her release, before sliding all the way back in again. "If it can deep throat a metal tentacle, it can take this," he hissed.

She was going to throw up. She knew it. She'd never had anything down her throat like this before. Her stomach rebelled and the bitter taste of bile filled her mouth, spilling onto him.

Otto let go of her head and didn't say anything. He didn't have to, because his tentacle spoke for him. It squeezed her uninjured wrist until he felt a crunch, and then it twisted it sharply for good measure.

She blanched in pain, retching again as she collapsed. Bone jutted from the skin, blood running down her hand. "Sorry, sorry...." she sobbed. "I tried not to...."

Otto grabbed her upper arms with his tentacles and pulled her back to her knees. "Lick it off."

She cried out again as her hand was jostled, her head falling back. "I'm sorry, I tried not to do it, but I choked and I couldn't help it..." she babbled.

"Lick it off!" He screamed. "Or I'll break its arms too!"

Weeping in pain, she nodded in submission, using her tongue to clean her own vomit off his member and the skin around it. The taste and the smell made her want to throw up again, but terror of consequences and the pain of her wrists kept her stomach subdued.

Otto laughed darkly, his eyes glowing like only a mad man's can. He was lucid enough to check to make sure there was no glass too close, but that was for his own preservation. He laid down on his back, using a tentacle around her waist to lift her and set her down straddling his face. As a biologist, he knew where and how to lick to start her juices flowing, at least somewhat, whether she wanted him to or not. His tongue flicked between her lips, paying special attention to her clitoris, simultaneously getting her slippery with spit. Her pain sounds above him almost made him ache with longing but he kept it in, only the thought of what her pussy would feel like lending him the will to wait.

She groaned, trying to shift out of the reach of his questing tongue. But he could hear her moans change pitch, her body being aroused despite the pain and fear. She twitched and shook, unused to anyone else causing sensations like this in her. It wasn't pleasure, not by miles, but it was arousal.

He could taste her nectar and it was almost as good as her blood had been. When he figured she was wet enough, he lifted her with the tentacles and moved her down his body, positioning his cock at her entrance. "It's allowed to slide onto me at its own pace, but it must not try to get away. Does it understand?"

She chewed on her lip, not looking at him. "I understand...."

"Good." Otto waited, caressing her body with his actuators.

With a few false starts and moving very slowly, she eased herself down onto him, gritting her teeth. She slid down all the way, trying to think of something else, somewhere else, anywhere else.

The actuator had stretched her somewhat, but she still fit like a glove. Her slick walls hugged him and his tentacles squeezed her waist as she descended, but not painfully. If it had been under more romantic circumstances it would have been like a loving hug. "Yes... god, yes..." He took a moment to enjoy her heat before whispering, "fuck me." Normally he wouldn't have stooped to such vulgar language, but his mind was so far gone it was the first thing that popped into his head.

She squeezed her thighs on either side of him for a moment in shock. She didn't know what to do. She'd never done this before. She rocked against him, trying not to jar her wrists and to do it right and to pretend this wasn't happening all at once.

anacsadder: Otto let her rock against him for a while, gasping and pressing his hips up into her, pressing into her soft chasm as far as he could. His fingers clawed at the carpet as he watched the sinuous movements of her hips. The tentacles twined around her, under her shirt, squeezing her breasts and brushing over her nipples. "Go..." he gasped, "up and down..." His tentacles lifted her and pressed her back down to illustrate what he couldn't quite say.

She leaned forward, putting her weight on her legs so she could obey him, resting her broken arms on his chest. Tears landed hot on his stomach as she lifted her hips up and down, shuddering around him.

The tears hit the harness and slid down the shining metal. "Good... Good..." He ran his fingers over her forearms, relishing the silkiness of her skin. "Harder..."

Ginny's breath caught as she did so, pumping hard on him. It hurt and yet her body was taking over, showing her the rhythm and what to do. Without thinking about it or knowing why, she leaned forward a little more, so her clitoris hit him every time she came down. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps.

Otto chuckled. "It likes that, does it?" His human hands slid down her sides to squeeze her ass. His hips moved with her, coaxing her into a faster rhythm. Pleasure swept over his mind, burying every part of him, until there was only the heat in his loins. "I want to hear it say my name," he breathed.

Her rhythm faltered as she tried to remember. "D- doctor Octo-pus..." she panted as she moved faster against him, her wrists giving her hell for it, but the new sensation building between legs went a way to alleviate it. She ground against him, pain and pleasure mixing strangely, pulling at her consciousness.

"That's my concubine..." He was about to come. "That's my... sweet little... harlot..." His groans and gasps built in volume as he spoke, reaching a peak on 'harlot.' His hips thrust up, shoving into her hard and deep. Otto pumped her full, claiming her insides for himself. His was the first semen to ever enter her, after all.

The sudden shooting warmth inside her drove her over the edge. She cried out wordlessly, her back arching and her walls contracting around him, milking his climax. She writhed, moaning, and then collapsed on his chest, twitching in the aftermath of her first orgasm.

"And how did you like that, Ginny?" Otto whispered, stroking her hair gently, enjoying her weight on his chest.

She panted quietly, tears still running. "I... oh god..." she breathed when she could speak again. He was still inside her. "I... No... no...."

Otto chuckled. "You panted my name as you rode me to your climax. Some part of you liked it..."

"You told me to," she whispered, her cheek pressed against his chest, her face turned away from his. "You told me to do it... It wasn't me...."

Otto smiled down at her. "I didn't tell you to orgasm..." His eyes drifted up to the window and his smile quirked sardonically. "And she even got her thunder storm..." He lifted her off of him and placed her in the armchair. Standing in front of the window, watching the rain trail off into a drizzle, he asked, "What time is it?"

She curled in shakily on herself, hugging her legs to her chest. "Seven," she told him in a deadened voice, reading off the wall clock. Between the storm and the season, it was absolutely dark outside. She pulled an afghan off the back of her chair around herself, flimsy defense. Her hands were useless, one splinted, the other dangling brokenly from her shattered wrist. The pain was the only thing keeping her here, somehow.

"Seven..." Otto began moving around the apartment, collecting his clothing and putting his glasses back on. He dressed and walked up to the recliner, leaning on the arm rests as he looked into her eyes. "You know... I feel we both shared a very intimate bonding experience here. We went through very significant transitional phases together. I'd like to think you'll keep your promise. You remember, Ginny?"

She didn't look at him. Her eyes, hollowed and bloodshot scanned slowly over the room, ending on the window. Through the heavy rain, she could just see the night skyline that was the reason she had bought this apartment. "Yes..." she murmured.

"Very good." He kissed her on the forehead and moved to the window. "I have things to do, lives to destroy." Otto tossed her a salute. "It's been surreal." Then the tentacled madman slipped out the window and disappeared into the rain, the clanking of his actuators fading away.

She stayed where she was, leaving the window open. She felt disconnected, as if he had left her dead, watching this world from the next. Carefully, she brought her splinted arm up, touched the place he had kissed her with half-numb fingers. She kept her hand there as she leaned her head back against the arm of the chair, and let blessed unconsciousness take her.

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A/N: Fear not. This is far from over. See all the codes that haven’t been covered yet? *evil laugh*