Mary Jane's Tangled Web

To whoever has been sending me the fan art via the anonymous e-mail service, “Domo arigato goziemas.” Your art is awesome. MJ’s never looked better. Keep up the excellent work. You’ve inspired me to keep going so I hope I can do the same for you.

Warning: This story is for adults only! The story has strong sexual and violent content. It also contains offensive language. If this is something that you feel uncomfortable with or if you’re not old enough according to the law, the author would suggest that you read no further.
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Mary Jane’s Tangled Web

Part 5

Spider-Man desperately throws himself to the side, incessantly urged by the tingling sensation in his head. The fire hydrant crashes into a parked car where he was standing a moment before. The doors buckle and windows shatter, the cast-iron projectile bounces heavily on the pavement. Water gushes 50 feet into the air. The thrower laughs menacingly, looking for his quarry. The darkness and cascade of falling drops make it difficult for the granite giant to see.

“Come on in Webhead,” Tombstone taunts, “The waters fine!”

Spidey hides in the shadow of a nearby awning planning his next move. He took out the majority of Tombstone’s gang, the unconscious and webbed up mobsters were strewn about the street. Dodging gunfire and Tombstone’s deadly punches was a loosing battle. He had to bounce about and whittle the number of enemies down with his agility and webs. But Tombstone himself was a hard nut to crack. Before he can act, the situation gets more complicated.

“I knew you were all wet Lonnie.” The quip is punctuated with the heavy sound of machine gun fire.

Hammerhead and five of his men charge form the strip club and open fire on Tombstone. His clothes ripple with the multiple impacts. His ultra dense skin prevents him from being injured but not from being caught by surprise. The albino falls to the blacktop, water splattering on and around him.

Seeing the ante has just been upped, Peter Parker rethinks his plan for the evening.

“I should have stayed home with Mary Jane.”

* * * * *

It touches her skin.

It feels warm and wet yet Mary Jane shivers.

Eddie chuckles. The alien flows from his hand in gobs of darkness. The liquid shadow pools on her midsection, growing from a puddle in her navel to a lake stretching from her ribcage to pelvis. She tries to keep it contained with her hands and by clamping her legs shut, forming her stomach into a bowl. Eddie lights his cigarette and watches MJ shudder in terror.

Mary Jane Watson Parker bites her lip. It’s the only way to choke the scream of pure horror she wants to let out. Blood begins to trickle from the wound. She welcomes the pain. It’s pleasant in comparison to the feeling of the alien creeping over her skin. ‘Alien’ was the proper term. No woman had ever felt anything as alien as this. It feels like warm lotion spilling on her tummy, but it ‘breathed’. She concentrates on the pain from her lip, the salty taste of the blood and coolness of the wrought iron coffee table under her.

The alien begins to move. In defiance of gravity the creature flows up the valley between her breasts. It begins to climb the sides of her ample mounds, creeping inch by inch.

“Please Eddie!” She can’t keep silent any longer, “Don’t do this!”

Eddie flicks his cigarette nonchalantly, “No? You said if we let you suck you would let us do what we wanted. This is what we want.” Blowing smoke Eddie lowers his gaze to hers, “You wouldn’t consider breaking your promise, would you Ms. Parker?”

It spoke of a promise she made while talking dirty to it, but it meant the bargain they’d struck earlier. If she did not let it do what it willed; her life, her husband’s life and her family’s was forfeit. Venom was more than capable of fulfilling that promise. She knew it to be true. Swallowing her pride along with her fear was the only way.

Mary Jane watches the alien symbiote encompass the totality of her breasts. The feeling of its respiration is as unnerving as the sensation of it crawling across her skin. There is no pretending this is just some kind of liquid latex or body paint. This thing was undeniably alive and acted with intent. It begins to ripple at the peaks of her twins, the new feeling surging its way to Mary Jane’s pleasure centers. It groped, massaged and sucked all at the same time. Her sensitive nipples leaped to attention. She relaxed slightly as the creature methodically caressed and sucked her pink-hard points. Its moist warm touch was surprisingly gentle and not completely unpleasant.

Mary Jane lets her tense muscle’s ease and lies down. Her hands fall back to her sides and her feet hit the floor. The alien begins to flow about her. The feeling is comparable to being massaged by warm rain. Closing her eyes, Mary Jane gives in to desire.

She scoops the alien in her hands and begins to spread it over her body. The symbiote allows it. Where she smoothes the alien suctions, rubs and tugs. The creature tingles with excitement. The sensation causes Mary Jane to giggle. She spreads the alien over her arms neck and face. It covers the cut in her lip and begins to work diligently repairing the damage she’d done to herself. It oozes into her ears and nose, blocking out the sound of Eddie’s chuckles and the smell of his tobacco. It coats her eyes, blocking out the light from the room. There was nothing else in the universe, just her and the arousing sensation of her upper body receiving a deep muscle, warm oil body massage.

Eddie looked on in great pleasure. The symbiote had to stay connected to him to maintain their bond. A tendril of the amorphous alien flesh still clung to his hand. More importantly he could feel what it felt. Eddie could feel himself totally engorging the beautiful woman on the low table before of him. It was like a sexual buffet, except he didn’t have to eat to taste everything he wanted, like an orgasm without the effort of sex.

For Mary Jane horror had turned to erotic impulse. Her repulsion was gone, lost somewhere inside her lust. She wanted more, the undiscovered pleasures this creature could offer excited and aroused her as nothing ever had before. She had to know what it could really do…

Mary Jane spreads her legs and sends her black clad fingers through the strawberry patch of pubic hair. Caressing her clit with her deft fingers, Mary Jane instructs the alien on how she preferred to be touched. Even through the second skin she can tell how aroused she is. Her moistening sex quivers with anticipation. The creature flows forth from her abdomen, through the trimmed tuft of hair and onto her secret places below. It coats her clit, cunt and asshole, massaging and suckling her most sensitive places. Mary Jane can’t control herself. She lifts her legs and spreads them wider, giving the alien deeper access into her vagina and anus.

“Ungh…” A deep guttural noise escapes as the extraterrestrial intruder invades her orifi.
“Nnhh…” She relaxes her muscles letting it in.
“Ohh…” Her feet find the tops of the iron posts of the coffee table.
“Go baby…” She arches her back, opening herself as wide as possible.
“Aahhh…” Her toes curl as the alien massages and suckles her inside and out.
“So good…” She rocks back and forth on her toes and shoulder blades, taking her liquid lover deeper inside.
“Yes…” Semisolid tendrils piston in and out of her.
“Oh God…” She feels the approaching climax and makes no attempt to slow it.
“Oh fuck…” Her pulse and breathing race to dangerous levels.
“Oh… take me…” She gives into it.

“AAAAAHHHHHOOOOOHHHHH…” She violently convulses with the screaming orgasm.

The black veil is ripped away. Light pierces the darkness.

Like a sleeping person awakened by a bucket of cold water, she bolts upright. Confused she looks around the room. In her daze she doesn’t see Eddie, the radio, or anything else. Her mind is clouded by a sense of utter wrongness.

“A little disorienting isn’t it?” Eddie mocks. The oily black alien puddles beneath his feet.

For the first time in years Mary Jane feels naked. Sitting on the coffee table MJ feels totally unprotected and alone. She turns her back to Eddie and covers herself with her hands trying to hide her femininity.

Finally her mind touches on the problem. “They stole it. They stole my afterglow.” Her breathing was calm. Her pulse was completely normal. She even feels chilly. “I shouldn’t be able to think. I should still be coming right now. I shouldn’t be able to complete a thought. That was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt and it’s totally gone.”

Eddie chuckles. “A wonderful effect it has, isn’t it. Makes you lose inhibitions, brings out the animal within. Make you feel things you’ve never let yourself feel. But the second it breaks contact…”

Mary Jane kicks herself for forgetting, “The alien eats endorphins, it sucked the afterglow right out of my brain.” The hand concealing her tenderness inspects. “I’m dry as a bone.”

“Ms. Watson?” Brock tried to interrupt. “Are you ill?”

Distracted, Mary Jane feels her chest, she knows something is wrong. “I’m clean?” The heady musk she had worked up during her hour long striptease, the sticky residue of the vodka and the little specs of precome from Eddie’s tittyfuck were gone. The alien had cleaned her. MJ’s skin seemed rough as if the natural oils were gone. Licking her lip revealed that had healed as well

“Ms. Watson?” She still ignores him. Eddie knocks her hands away and gropes one large breast. She tries to shy away from his touch. The strong hand grasping her tit prevents retreat. Turning her head to confront her assailant, Mary Jane comes eye to eye with Eddie’s semi-erect penis. “Ms. Parker you still have guests to entertain.”

Her face reddens with embarrassment. “I’m so sorry Mr. Brock,” Mary Jane gently strokes his member, “I apologize, my mind was somewhere else. Please forgive me.” She looks up at him with pleading eyes. Eddie lets the burnt out nub of his cigarette fall. It hits the forgotten vodka glass dead center and fizzles out.

Mary Jane pivots her body to more easily manipulate him and allow greater access to her tits. Her feet hit the shadowy puddle at his feet. She looks down and watches the symbiote ripple. “Is your friend okay? He seems a little, soft…”

Her query is cut short as Eddie shoves his dick into her open mouth. “You speak too much Ms. Parker!”
Caught unprepared she can’t stop him. “Haven’t you ever been told that a woman should be seen and not heard?” He slowly pushes himself in and out. Eddie finds the going rough.

Mary Jane has a major case of dry mouth. Her body is drained of fluids. She had sweat for over an hour, the alien removed much of her moisture and the only thing she had to drink was alcohol. She was just all around dry. As much as saliva would make him happy and be much easier on her, Mary Jane just couldn’t produce it.

Eddie removes himself in frustration. He reaches for his pack of cigarettes.

“I’m sorry Mr. Brock, I think I need a little break.” Mary Jane states as humbly as possible. Eddie doesn’t even acknowledge her. He lights his cigarette and sits on the couch.

Mary Jane looks for something, some topic of conversation to break the uncomfortable silence. Finding nothing she turns her attention to Eddie. Looking at the burning cigarette in his hand she decides to speak up. “Can I get one of those?”

Eddie flicks the pack open and offers a protruding smoke. MJ leans forward and draws one with her lips.

“Light me up, baby.”

Eddie flicks his Zippo open. MJ sucks in the offered flame. She nods thanks and breathes in the smoke.

They sit in silence. Smoking. Looking at each other.

Eddie’s frustration begins to lessen as he relaxes. MJ’s nervousness passes. The disruptive feeling of her stolen joy fades within minutes. The cigarette doesn’t help anything. Her mouth is still dry. All she can taste is smoke and Eddie’s dick. Having quit smoking years ago, this cigarette reminded Mary Jane why. It was just something to do when she didn’t know of anything else.

Eddie tosses the spent cigarette into the vodka glass. His aim was flawless. The symbiote at his feet begins to stir. It crawls up his legs and clothes him in his familiar black and white costume, stopping at his head. Eddie stares at MJ. Slowly she extends her hand and drops the butt into the glass where it fizzles out.

“Are you leaving?” MJ asks, trying to hide the twinge of hope in her voice.

“Yes Ms. Parker,” he says while rising, “but not alone.”

The puzzled look on MJ’s face says it all.

“You said you needed a break. We agree,” tendrils of alien wrap around his head and the terrible visage of Venom looks her in the eye, “It’s a wonderful evening. Let’s get some air.”

She tries to run, his arm wraps around her waist. He effortlessly throws her over his shoulder. With a single pump of his powerful legs, villain and prize shoot through the open skylight. His feet hit the roof and he breaks into a run.

“Eddie,” she pleads “I’m naked for God’s sake!”

Leaping off the roof Venom’s voice fills the night, “Come along Ms. Parker…”

The sickening shark-like smile crosses his face, “Let’s paint the town red!”