Mary Jane's Tangled Web

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Mary Jane’s Tangled Web

Part 6

Finally revenge was at hand.

The broken machinegun lay at his feet. The echo of cracking bones greeted his ears. One rock hard fist cracked into a soft middle and the gangster fell over, gasping for air. Hammerhead tried to crawl away, but his broken wrist made it difficult. He had another gun latched to his ankle but to reach for it was suicide.

“How ya feelin’ boss?”

The albino giant called Tombstone stood over the fallen felon. His years of service as Hammerhead’s favorite enforcer ran through his pale skull. The many attempts the flat-topped freak had made on his life rattled around as well. Ambition superceded any loyalty he ever felt. Raising his fist, Tombstone prepares to end this mob war once and for all.

“Ready to die, tough guy?”

He was interrupted by a gentle tapping on his broad back. “Excuse me?”

Tombstone whirled, his fist swinging in a wide arch, which met only the humid summer air. Something hard slammed into his face. A low ‘bong’ was the only noise he could hear. Staggering backward the murderous mobster swung blindly. Two, three, four of the same blows followed each with more intensity and each produced more blinding pain. Finally a sickening ‘crunch’ as cast-iron collided with his jaw. The granite Goliath fell unconscious to the sidewalk.

A hollow ‘clang’ reverberates as Spiderman drops the dented fire hydrant.

“Kind of fitting, isn’t it gruesome,” he quipped, “think of how many dogs have pissed on that…”

His Spider-Sense tingles. He rolls left as a bullet misses its target. Spinning he fires his web-shooters. Hammerhead finds his raised hand covered and then stuck to the ground by the sticky substance.

“I’ll get you yet, bug-boy.” Hammerhead vainly threatens.

“Not with that aim… uh… funny… head guy”. Normally he’d come up with a better joke, but he was too tired. Hearing the approaching sirens (late as ever) he sees the situation is well in hand, and takes to the cloudy night sky.

“If I’m lucky maybe MJ will still be in the mood.”

* * * * *

Mary Jane Watson Parker is having the worst night of her life. She’d given herself to the monster known as Venom; her husband’s sworn enemy. She’s been humiliated, dominated and violated. It was all part of her plan. MJ initiated every action. She had been in control while making Eddie Brock believe he was the master. She did a very good job of staying in control. Until the alien got involved that is.

The symbiotic skin that made Eddie Brock more than a match for Spiderman had also brought his wife to her knees, but in a completely different way. Of all the sexual acts they could have performed, nothing was worse than what the alien had done. Not only had it been inside her, it made her come. For her entire life, the only man she found sexual gratification with was Peter. MJ had sex plenty of times, but Peter was the only man who could give her the shiver she sought. Fingers and the occasional tongue had done it but with Peter it happened every time. Now the alien had made her come, easily. The creature stole the full effect of her orgasm, leaving her high and dry. But she wanted more. The ‘foreplay’ was amazing and unique. She didn’t regret having it inside her deepest recesses. Even now she desires the pleasure the symbiote could give. The emptiness she felt when it left was unbearable. MJ could only think of one way to relieve her melancholy. She wanted more. It made MJ ‘love’ it. Eddie Brock could have raped her and it would have been less violating. Before, she felt like she was martyring her body for her husband’s life. Now it feels almost like cheating.

Venom’s dark shadow leaps from rooftop to rooftop, holding Mary Jane’s naked body under one arm. He bounds toward the glowing towers of midtown Manhattan. His wagging tongue tastes the humid summer air. The skyscrapers beckon him forward. He jumps toward them with a glint of intent in his killer-whale eyes. Even super-villains have fantasies and tonight he would fulfill one of his.

Mary Jane clung to Venom’s powerful frame. She had to trust her life to this psychopath but her adventurous exhibitionist side was enjoying this late night escapade. The summer air on her naked flesh, the wind whipping through her scarlet tresses combined with the thought she might be seen could be the most exhilarating sensation of her life. She wraps her legs around Venom’s waist. Every jump he took rubbed her sex against the symbiotic skin (secretly she wanted to entice it back inside her). More than a few times Peter had swung her about the city. MJ would cling to him not just for safety but to enjoy being close to him while he’d shown her the New York that very few ever saw. This was one of her most intimate memories. Now she was seeing it with someone else. Closing her eyes she tries to pretend its Peter she’s with.

Venom leaps to the sky and slings out a web-line, finally reaching the skyscrapers of New York. His maniac smile gleams in the reflected electric lights as he swings through the concrete canyons of Manhattan. It was a perfect night for web spinning. The only problem was the growing feeling that Mrs. Parker was getting too ‘clingy’.

“We’re in the mood for a little fun Ms. Parker,” he hideously hissed.

Picking up speed, Venom begins to swing them through the clustered chasms of the city’s center. Mary Jane tightens her grip. Feeling her response Venom begins to pull tight on his web-lines, erratically tugging them through the towering buildings.

“I’m on to you Eddie,” Mary Jane tells herself, “You’re not gonna scare me that easily.”

Flinging them faster he flips and flies with MJ frantically clinging by her fingernails. Gritting her teeth she refuses to scream; this wasn’t a roller-coaster ride, it was a matter of pride. Looping about a signal tower the ebony menace decides on a more sinister stunt.

Mary Jane is ripped away from Venom’s side. Gasping in shock she hangs in the summer air for a split second. The wind begins to whistle in her ears, cooling her naked flesh.

Mary Jane falls.

* * * * *

“Target acquired.” The voice crackled over the secure wavelength and into the earpiece of the one who would make the decision on whether the quarry was acquired or not. Reflexively the fingers found the call button.

“Where?” the commander whispered back.

The voice sharply cuts back a response, “Midtown, westbound approaching Times Square.”

This information did not match and the commander new it, “It can’t be. That’s too quick, even for him. I just heard a police bulletin of the target leaving the South Street district.” Frustrated at an amateur performance from one of the highly trained staff, the fingers hit the buttons on the laptop. “Give me a visual.”

A second later the fuzzy video feed came through, tinted green by the night vision lens. The flickering image of the toothy fiend circling an office building brought the screen to life. The size of the target and bright-stylized spider logo gave away the identity of the subject.

“That is not the target, number 7.” was the commander’s cold response.

“I think he had a girl a second ago…” the inexperienced agent’s voice questioned over the com-link.

“That is not the target, soldier. Keep you mind on the mission.”

“Yes sir,” the military abruptness returned, “understood sir.”

“Stick to the search pattern. Don’t get trigger-happy. He’ll spring the trap.”

* * * * *

The black clawed hand wrapping around her wrist interrupts her free-fall. Looking up with terrified eyes she sees the arachnid-demon glaring back at her.

“You’re no fun anymore!” The symbiotic psychopath laughs. “Hahahahahahaha!”

At the apex of his swing Venom hurls Mary Jane high above the streets of New York. Her face contorts in a silent scream. Her terror is reflects in the mirrored window of the office building rushing past her. MJ’s momentum begins to shift downward and her fear-widened eyes follow to the sparkling lights of the sparse traffic below. The closer she gets the more she can make out; the few stray urchins still moving at this ungodly hour. She is close enough to see the difference between roadbed and sidewalk. The skin of her face pulls taught. Wind whips wildly through her scarlet mane, a red trail following her descent to cement. Red seems to be the color of her future.

Sometimes, the only thing left to do is scream.

Mary Jane’s horrified cry alerts the few heads that are aware enough to look up. She tumbles toward the intersection below. The black top beckons her unprotected flesh. Strange faces stare up in awe. She smells car exhaust with her last breath.

In a sudden second she is jerked away from her certain death. Her neck snaps back with the change in vector and velocity. Venom powerfully grips Mary Jane’s thigh as they swing toward the dizzying heights. His echoing giggle is the only trace they were ever there.

Ten seconds later every witness goes back to his or her own business.

“Are you enjoying yourself yet?” the monster maniacally mocks. “We certainly are.”

“Eddie! Please stop this!”

“We are not Eddie!” the creature corrects.

“Venom!” She screams, “Stop! I’m begging you!”

He smiles to himself. The word she used “beg”, it just seemed so right. Like magic the creature slows to a more leisurely pace. Between swings Venom adjusts her slender arms around his neck. “Hold on Mrs. Parker. We’re almost there.” She resists the urge to squeeze the life from his neck.

* * * * *

“Target acquired, Commander.” A husky voice crackled over the com-link.

“Visual?”

“Confirmed.”

The laptop gave the visual feed. Finally, after days of stakeouts and sweeps, Spider-Man was in view.

“Sniper. Do you have a shot?”

“Yes sir.”

“Aim for center mass and wait for my signal…” knowing how unpredictable this target could be, calm and caution were the only sentiments in the commander’s cold voice. The image of Spider-Man swinging to the top of his arch and firing another line. “Now!”

The streaming video shows Spider-Man twisting and turning, trying to dodge an unknown threat. He flops and flails in vain. The sniper fired at the precise moment when he wasn’t in physical contact with anything; there was no leverage for him to change his momentum. If he’d had a finger on wall or web line he could’ve dodged. Now all he could do was comically scramble as the projectile hits him in the back.

“Confirmed hit!” The snipers rejoiced. “He’s tagged and soon to be bagged.”

The green hued image of Spider-Man fires another line and swinging off at a rapid pace.

“Target is fleeing! Should we pursue?” Another voice called over the secure wavelength.

“Negative. He can’t get very far.” She said, while closing down the laptop. “All units return to base. I’ll finish this job myself.”

“Yes Commander.” A plethora of voices respond in synch.

* * * * *

Mary Jane shivered. If it was from the chilly altitude or fear she didn’t know. She rubs her arms trying to get the blood to circulate while considering her position. She stood on a ledge fifty stories above the street. One of New York City’s more gothic designs, this particular building featured wide ledges and ornate statues carved right into the masonry. It seems more like a cathedral than an office building. “I suppose I look like another statue of a naked woman from down there,” she supposes. Facing east she sees the faintest deep purple on the horizon. “It’ll be dawn within the next hour and a half.” After which her night with the monster would be over and the last year of her husband’s life would begin. Shuddering again Mary Jane strolls around the corner to get out of the breeze and see a different view of the greatest city in the world. The beast had abandoned her for the moment and she was reveling in the solitude, naked or not.

Just as she was starting to enjoy herself, Venom latches onto the wall beside her. “Are you enjoying the view Ms. Parker?” Its tongue wagged about haphazardly following every word.

Mary Jane truthfully was enjoying the view. “Its very nice Venom. Beautiful even.”

Mischievously he crawled down the wall and joined her on the ledge, one hand constantly behind his back. “Not as beautiful as you, Ms. Parker.” it added deadpan.

Mary Jane confused thoughts considered, “Did he really mean that or is he just fucking with me again?”

Venom brought his hand into view, revealing the rose, bottle of Merlot and twin wineglasses it concealed.

Mary Jane was speechless. She takes the offered flower and tries to hide her blushing face under her scarlet locks. Looking down she sees the skin on her chest is reddening as well. Giving in to the futility of the situation she looks up into the killer whale eyes of the symbiotic villain. She was honestly touched a monster line him could find anything beautiful. “Thank you,” was all she could manage.

“That is what we like about you Ms. Parker,” Venom chuckled, “You say so much by saying so little. We are glad you appreciate our gift.”

Mary Jane admires the long stemmed rose between her finger. She sniffs its perfume and considers its beauty.

“Delicate petals with dangerous thorns.” Venom mused, “Does it remind you of anyone?”

“I’m flattered.” First a gift and now complements, she knew he was up to something. Holding the rose chest high she gazes down at it while delicately spinning it between her supple fingers. Mary Jane looks into is crimson center, the delicate petals turning slowly. She can’t help but think that this is some sort of funhouse mirror into her situation. “Where are you going with this, Venom?”

“Cutting to the core, as always Ms. Parker.” Venom bows in salute to his captive consort of compromise. He pulls the cork from the wine with one of his jagged claws and tosses it away. He pours generous amounts in each wineglass and offers one to Mary Jane, which she wordlessly accepts, “I must admit that we have been enjoying your company this night Ms. Parker and would as that you indulge us one more time.” Lapping the red wine from the glass with his elongated tongue Venom thinks of how best to approach this subject. MJ patiently sips the Merlot. “We brought you up here for a specific reason. You see Ms. Parker we have always had a little fantasy…”

Mary Jane almost chokes mid-swallow. “About me?”

Venom recoils apologetically, “No Ms. Parker, we have a fascination with this place. Since the first night we perched on this building amongst the granite gods and gargoyles, we dreamed of taking a beautiful woman here and…” Venom searches for a non-vulgar term, “…romancing her. Would you help us fulfill this fantasy?”

Mary Jane drinks deeply of her glass, the dark red wine staining her lips a sultry shade of crimson. She motions for him to pour her another glass, which he does wordlessly waiting for her answer. After a long moment and another sip she brushes a stray lock behind her ear, shifts her hips and smiles her ruby red smile. “I’d hate to think I got all dressed up for nothing.”

* * * * *

The mercenary known as Silver Sable found Spider-Man on the rooftop of a posh hotel, hidden between air-conditioning ducts. The dart that pumped him full of sedative also injected him with a tracking agent. He could have tried hiding in Saigon and she would still find him. Grabbing his wrist she pulls him onto her shoulders in a fireman’s carry. “Come on Spider-Man, let’s find a place to finish this.”

“Nnnggg…” was his response.

Finding the hotel’s rooftop garden she lay him on the soft topsoil of a knee-high concrete planter. Sable pulls the specially prepared kit from the belt of her non-reflexive silver jumpsuit. The strange material was bright in sunlight yet seemed to meld with the shadows at night. She wouldn’t have it any other way. It made the jobs she was less inclined to do a little easier. She opened the little case and pulled out a syringe. Separating the material of his costume between the glove and sleeve she finds a suitable vein. After swabbing the area with an alcohol wipe she jabs the needle in.

“I assure you Spider-Man,” she began in her thick Eastern European accent, “If my country was not in such an economic recession, I would never have taken this assignment.”

Filling the one sample tube, she detaches it and inserts another. “I understand your situation, you must not let anyone know your identity. That is why I called off my Wild Pack. I have some new employees and wouldn’t trust them not to take a peak under your mask or put a bullet in your head.” Spider-Man tries to stir while she switches in another empty vial.

“Calm yourself Spider, we are almost done.” His heart pumps blood into the last tube and she pulls out the needle. Carefully she breaks down the collection device and places samples into the impact resistant case.

“Unnnngh…” is all he can add to the conversation.

Silver Sable inspects his midsection with her deft fingers. Feeling the hard metallic belt beneath she pulls up his shirt. Finding the belt latch she unhooks it and pulls it free, tossing his extra web fluid cartridges aside. “I am sorry Spider-Man. There is no easy way to do this.” She pulls his tights and underwear down to his knees, his penis flopping free. He reeks the heady musk of exertion. “Battling criminals in a skintight suit in almost 40 degree (Celsius) heat gives much cause for sweating.” she deduced. Turning back to the case Silver Sable finds the tools for the next task, a glass sample container and a small electric prod. She squeezes the tip of his flaccid member snuggly into the sample tube. “I take no joy in this,” she reassures him. Lifting his scrotum she plunges the prod into his bunghole and presses the activator. An audible “zot” noise is heard and his seed shoots into the sample container in one large gush.

She pulls the prod out and sanitizes it with another alcohol wipe. Raising the sample tube to the light, she frowns at what she sees. The contract calls for ten milliliters of sperm. The container indicates barely six.

“Damn.”

Sable considers her options. She could just fix his costume and leave him. The sedative would wear off in about an hour. But then she’d have to try for the rest of his sperm tomorrow, which means hunting him down all over again. It took a week to get him the first time. That option was very expensive. She could wait a while and prod him again, but his testicles would take time producing enough juice without any motivation. “You had to be difficult.” Sable reminds herself that the hallmark of a professional is getting the job done right.

Silver Sable takes him into her gloved hand. His penis immediately slips out of her grip, the slick material working against manipulating something so delicate. Seeing no choice she removes her gloves and holds his warmth in the palm of her hand and begins to gently tug. With her other she massages his sack. The unconscious hero groans. Feeling him stiffen somewhat she begins to pick up her pace.

* * * * *

Venom gives his evenings conquest one final look. Her face alone makes hearts skip a beat. Her strawberry blonde hair was the same shade as her erect nipples. Her finger and toenails where painted a similar hue, he could only guess her labia would prove the same. Her full natural breasts rose and fell with every patient waiting breath. Her smooth skin was the fullest blush of health, peaches and cream begging to be tasted. Her figure was trim and sexy, slender yet muscular. She could’ve been an artist depiction of woman; carved from rose marble holding wine, rose and sex like an ancient goddess of erotic desire. She is as magnificent as the naked dawn. Unclothed and uninhibited she stands before him awaiting instruction, the obedient pet of every man’s fantasy, a naked supermodel at his disposal.

Mary Jane gazes into Venom’s expressionless eyes, searching for a hint of intent. None was found. Even the hyperactive tongue was hidden behind the maw of teeth. “It’s so unsettling, like staring into the face of a shark.” Fear creeps up her spine. Her entire body breaks out in goose bumps. “If I don’t get control soon, he will.” she warns herself.

“Where do you want me?”

Snapped out stupor, Venom points past her. Mary Jane looks over her shoulder at the gargoyle indicated: a dog-like demon with feathered wings and hawkish beak. “This’ll be like having sex on a satanic alter,” she thinks while sizing up the stone love bed, “Fucking warped is what it is.”

Sipping from her glass she turns back to Eddie. She takes one of its jet-black paws and presses it to her perky tit. The insane killer plays with her nipple and massages her firmness. Turning on the sexy she stares at it erotically and speaks in a breathy whisper. “Why don’t you let Eddie out so we can begin?”

Venom’s mouth opens, the tongue lashing free, “You’ve already had Eddie. You’ve had our substance inside you.” He leans in and licks the side of her face, “Now you will have Venom.” The tongue laps at her other tit, almost knocking her over with its strength. Her jaw drops in shock. The tongue springs upward, inserting itself into her open mouth. Inadvertently she sucks on its tip while trying to breathe. “Ooh, that’s very nice Ms. Parker!” Gagging she backs away, which to her surprise it lets her. “Anyone ever tell you what a wonderful kisser you are?” the monster mocks.

“Slow down there, Tiger!” MJ begs off. Jokingly she tries to stall, “I can’t stick to walls. You almost had a very big mess on your hands.” Pretending to be more shaken than she really was, she stalls for precious time. “I’m not saying don’t enjoy yourself…” looking for the right words, “…let’s just keep this civil… romantic… like you wanted?”

“Of course madam,” it gives a mocking bow, “We would desire nothing less.”

Finishing her second glass she takes the bottle and refills it again. “I’m not sure I can do this!” she frantically thinks, hiding behind her model-trained poker face. “I can’t look at him. He’s just too grotesque.”

Venom pours the open bottle directly into his mouth. An idea takes root in MJ’s mind, and quickly blossoms into a desperate solution.

Coolly she takes the Merlot from him, “Civility, right?” Taking his empty wineglass she fills its and leaves the empty bottle on a windowsill.

With a full wineglass in either hand she takes an inviting, open armed stance. “Shall we retire to the veranda, Mr. Venom?” Mary Jane entices raising and eyebrow and nodding toward the gargoyle.

“Yes. Let’s.” the crouching creature responds. She begins to turn.

“Wait. Ms. Parker,” it interjects. Mary Jane turns to face him.

“Where is the rose we gave you?” Venom inquires, looking at the full wineglasses in both her hands. “You did not toss away our gift so carelessly, did you Ms. Parker.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Mr. Venom.”

Mary Jane turns, revealing the long stemmed rose perched in the crevasse of her ample bottom. The thorns suspended it between her cheeks to the degree were she barely has to clench. The silky petals lightly brush the small of her back as she slowly walks to the corner of the building. With every step Mary Jane feels the soft caress and tiny pricks in her tender flesh. The stimulation seems to recharge erotic reserves.

Venom grins. The ivory smile spreads across its face like a prairie fire. Venom crawls after her, following the rosebud at eye level.

TO BE CONCLUDED...