To Make a Concubine

It was incredibly uncomfortable having to walk through the woods barefoot... Screw the barefoot part, Max was naked. The only clothing that had ever worked for him was the specially designed containment suits he'd gotten from the Kingpin. "Dammit, are you sure I can't power up?" Max whined. It would be so much easier if he could just fly. "How do you know they can track us? And where the hell are we going, anyway? Didn't you two think-"

"Oh, would you just shut the fuck up?!" Flint suddenly snapped.

"Make me, beach boy," Max shot back.

"I don't need my powers to break your fucking neck." Flint grabbed Max by the throat and shoved him against a tree, pulling his fist back.

Osborn grabbed it. "Stop it. Both of you. Priority now is reaching our new headquarters before the asses at SHIELD get their act together to track us down. You can't cooperate, I don't want either of you anywhere near me."

Flint fell back quietly. It was more important to him to get where they were going, get his shit together, and get out of the country.

Max huffed and rubbed his throat. "How much further is it, anyway?" He mumbled, temporarily taken down a peg.

"Not far," said Osborn, leading them into a ravine. It doubled back, and then suddenly opened up at the edge of the forest. There was a house there, desolate and rambling.

Otto finally set Ginny down to walk on her own up to the door, but he kept one human arm around her shoulders, in case she tried to run off. Or in case she fell behind and one of the others grabbed her. The house wasn't nearly as dilapidated on the inside as on the outside.

Max whistled as he stepped. "Nice digs. This yours, Osborn?"

"Fisk's," he said, though he looked around the place with proprietary approval.

Ginny looked around with terror. It was another prison to her. She shivered, pressing close to Octavius to avoid touching Max as he brushed past her.

"You know the Kingpin, huh?" Max strolled across the carpet and plopped down on a plush couch in front of the biggest flat screen TV he'd ever seen. "This place have cable?" He asked, even as he picked up the remote and flicked the screen on. It had been months since he'd seen even a movie. Otto had spent all of his time reading books, but Max had never had the patience for books, and there were more stations on here than Max new existed. "Christ, it feels good to be back in civilization. You think he gets the dirty channels?"

"Speaking of civilization," Otto ground out. "Go find some clothing, you Neanderthal."
Max stopped flipping channels and babbling to look from Norman, to Otto and his little friend, and back at Norman again.

Norman shot Max a look, jerking his head toward the hallway that led out of the main room. "Get dressed," he said. "After all, there is a lady present."

Ginny shrank in on herself, edging behind Otto and trying to become invisible.

Max hopped up jovially, grinning and shooting a wink at Ginny before disappearing down the hall. Flint was off exploring the kitchen, and Otto, Ginny, and Norman were left alone.

She didn't make eye contact with either of them, hoping they would ignore her.

Otto glared in the direction Max had gone, even after he had disappeared. A possessive tentacle subconsciously wound around the girl behind him as he turned to Osborn. "What was that you said before? Something about going to get Harry?" Otto couldn't think of anything else Norman could have meant by saying 'my boy.'

Osborn looked at him with an unreadable expression. "No. My boy's name is Peter."

Otto raised an incredulous eyebrow. "Peter Parker? You want to go get Parker? No offense, Norman, but he'll be under SHIELD protection soon, if not by now. Besides that, you can't use your powers without setting off alarms in any given SHIELD base any where in the world."

"If we're breaking into their own base, we hardly need to hide, do we?"

Otto stared at Norman for a bit before letting his eyes drift down and back. He'd been pissed at Pym, yes, and Nick Fury, but he'd left Pym fatally wounded in a pile of rubble back at the base. Otto was free now, and he had his little pet back. He'd gotten his revenge on Justin Hammer months ago. Did he want anymore? "What are you proposing?" Otto asked, hesitant but intrigued.

"Take down SHIELD. Take down Fury. From the very top." Osborn wore a sly, dangerous grin.

"Do we really have enough fire power to accomplish that? Flint still has trouble controlling his powers and Max... Sometimes I'm surprised that Max can even function."

"Frankly, Otto," he said, claiming a sofa and sprawling on it. "I think you and I could do it ourselves. Mr. Marko and Electro are helpful, but expendable."

Otto snorted, claiming a recliner and pulling Ginny into his lap. "What do you expect me to do? Hack into their security systems?"

He raised an eyebrow at him again, but didn't comment. "Actually, that's precisely what I was expecting."

Upon hearing that, Otto actually paused to think about it. It might take some time, but with the right equipment, he could hack into their computers, maybe upload a virus... And while he was there, maybe he could also snatch some more information about the tracking system. Ginny could be kept here with him, too, while they went. Why did she keep popping up in his thoughts? But she did... "Do we have the proper facilities here for such a venture?" Otto finally asked.

Osborn nodded. "Fisk is a smart man. Always well-prepared. There's a well-equipped study on the upper floor. Enough computers to make you happy."

Otto actually smiled to himself at the thought. "Really..." He muttered and stood up, pushing Ginny to her feet as well. "I'll be up there if you need me, then." He kept one hand in the middle of Ginny's back, herding her along as he headed for the stairs.

"One moment," came his voice, commanding.

Otto turned and raised a nonchalant eyebrow, even though paranoia was creeping through his veins again. "Yes?"

"I still want to know more about her." Ginny hid behind him again as Osborn gestured to her, backing away from them both towards the stairs.

Otto grabbed Ginny's wrist, turning half toward her. "You know how this works." He turned back to Norman. "I told you. Her name's Virginia, and I met her a few months ago. She's not a threat to you, she doesn't even have any powers, and I don't understand why you care so much."

"A... woman you met months ago. Was in a secure SHIELD facility and just happened across your path the day we escaped." He was clearly suspicious.

"I imagine they had her there in case..." Otto thought about it. Why would they have had her in there? She may have been mentally damaged, but he doubted she went criminally insane because of it. "Well, maybe they thought I told her something they didn't want the general public to know. As for the last part, I'm not quite sure what you're implying, but I didn't have any preconceived plot to break her out with us."

Osborn considered this for a long time, watching Ginny cower, but not try to flee. "Very well. But if she screws anything up, you'll have to dispose of her."

"Yeah, sure..." Otto muttered as he turned and continued up the stairs, nudging her up in front of him. Mostly he couldn't wait to see the study Norman had described and get started on the virus. It had been so long since he'd had a project like that to work on, but part of him also couldn't wait to be alone with Ginny. There were questions he wanted to ask her.

She climbed ahead of him, acutely aware of his eyes and his hand on her. She was relieved to find a somewhat professional-looking study on the open top floor, comfortable and expansive, with banks of computers and servers along one wall.

Otto left her standing in the middle of the room and wandered around, running his hands over the gleaming technology. "It's been a while, my dear."

Ginny wrapped her arms around herself, looking around the room. Wide windows showed a bleak beach on one side, and a forest on the other. No escape there. But there was no escape anyway. Not from Doctor Octopus.

"Tell me..." Otto finished inspecting the room and turned to regard her, crossing his arms and leaning against a wall. "What happened when I left you at the hospital?"

"I had another surgery on my wrist..." she said, holding up the arm in question. It was whole, but the back of her wrist was a mass of flat scar tissue. "And I watched the news, and Dr. Pym took me from there."

Otto scowled. "You saw me fighting with Spider-Man." That was a fight he'd never forget, no matter how hard he tried.

She nodded slightly, pale as she remembered how she had cheered for the hero. She was sure he would know.

He took a step toward her. "And?"

"And Dr. Pym tried to make me tell him that I knew you. I lied to him." She met his eyes imploringly. "I told him it wasn't you."

Otto smiled and walked the rest of the distance to her, at the same time pulling her to him with his tentacles. "Of course you did," Otto smiled, petting her face. "You're my good girl. What happened after that?"

She turned her face away. "They said they were releasing me, but he brought me to the jail instead. Said I was dangerous to national security." That was as much as had ever been explained to her. No one had felt the need to expand on her situation, because they all thought she was brain damaged. Brain broken.

"Aw, my poor little thing. That must have been torture." Otto's hand left her face and traveled down her back to her waist. "I won't let them get you again," he whispered and kissed her softly on the lips. "Never."

Ginny murmured in protest. She didn't want this. She didn't want all of this to start again, all the pain of the nightmare. She put her hands against his chest, spread wide, but the strength to push him away wasn't there. "I.... I want to go back," she whispered, her heart in her throat.

Otto's other hand came up and landed over one of her hands. "No, you're just confused." Otto rubbed her hand lightly. "Besides, I can't take you back now. If you leave, the others will get you. You see?"

She shook. "No, they're here with you. Please, just take me back." She had felt safe in the prison.

He was beginning to get angry. His hand stopped rubbing and started to squeeze. "Don't let Norman hear you talk like that," he hissed. "He'll make me kill you, or kill you himself. You don't want that, and I don't want that. So shut up and obey me."

She tried to pull her hand free from his too-tight grip. "What are they?" she asked meekly.

"Norman and the others? Test tube mutants, men who decided they weren't happy with their human limitations." Otto looked at his tentacles and dropped his voice so low she could barely hear it. "I didn't choose this. I've always been above them, but now that I have it, I can't complain."

She looked back at the stairs, afraid that one might come up.

Otto released her hand, put his fingers under her chin, and gently turned her head back. "Don't be afraid. I told you I won't let them touch you, as long as you stay nearby, where I can see you. Do you understand now, Ginny? Do you understand why you need to do as I say?"

She nodded, slowly at first and with growing conviction. "Can you.... can we leave? Do we have to stay with them?"

"Just for a while, until Osborn gets what he wants." He let go of her waist and stroked her hair. Her hair was beautiful. "I've got some work I have to do, now, but I'll see to it we do something fun later." He didn't want his little pet to get bored, after all. "Don't be afraid to ask if you need anything." With that, Otto sat down and went to work on the virus.

She had the sickening feeling that she knew what fun was. She curled into a chair on the other side of the room from him, watching him work in silence. An hour passed, and then another, before footsteps on the stairs brought her abruptly upright. It was Osborn, and the bald one behind him.

"How's it coming, Octavius?"

"I hope you're ready to move soon," was all Otto said, absorbed in his work.

"We're ready whenever you are." Osborn came over to lean on the back of his chair, watching the glowing screen over Otto's shoulder. "Are you coming with us, or will you run this from here?"

"I'll run this from here. It'll be easier that way, and give you more time before they start to recover." Otto glanced back for a mere second. "Will Flint join you?" He asked in a detached voice.

Max, fully clothed for the time being, was watching Virginia out of the corner of his eye. There must have been something special about her for Otto to be so damn possessive, but Max didn't know what. Maybe she gave killer head or was super kinky or something.

He nodded. "The three of us should be a match for anything they can muster without their communications system." He patted Otto's shoulder. "Especially if you can keep it down."

Ginny stared at Max, pulling her knees up to her chest as shelter. She didn't look special. Thin and pale and terrified.

"Oh, please." Otto rolled his eyes behind his glasses.

Max grinned wolfishly at Ginny and winked. His first and second fingers formed a V over his lips and he flicked his tongue between them.

She shuddered and squeezed her eyes shut. This wasn't happening, this wasn't happening, this wasn't happening....

Osborn grinned. "Wonderful. We're leaving."

"Right." Otto spoke with out turning around. "Max."

Max jumped and stuck his hand behind his back, trying to look innocent. "Yes?"

"Get out."

"Aye, aye," Max mock saluted before turning and half bouncing out of the room, anticipation of destruction barely contained.

Osborn glanced over at Ginny again. "If she becomes a problem in this team, Otto, I expect you to do something about it."

"You're running out of time, Norman," Otto replied emotionlessly, typing in the last few pass codes. With a grunt, Osborn turned and left, taking a duffle bag with him. Once Norman was gone, Otto sent the virus. It was designed to download all of the information off SHIELD's computers and then destroy all of their files. It shouldn't take more than a few minutes. Otto grinned to himself. Nothing made him feel as good as successfully completing a project, especially one like this. He turned in the chair and lounged back, watching the small woman across from him. "You okay?" His face and voice were neutral.

She didn't have an answer for that. Sarcasm boiled up, but she'd rather die then give voice to it and provoke him. She stayed curled up in her chair, picking at a loose thread on the ankle of her loose blue pants.

"You and me are above them," Otto continued. "Try not to let it get to you." He continued to watch her. No, physically, at first look, she wasn't spectacular, but it was her fragility that turned Otto on so much.

"I'm not anything special," she muttered. She was freezing, fear stealing her warmth and making her shiver.

"Aw, don't tell yourself that," Otto smiled. "You're special to me." His eyes slid over her body. "Very special to me..." He steepled his hands under his chin and thought about what to do next. They were alone in the house. There was no telling when that would happen again. Otto patted his lap. "Come here."

She cringed in on herself. "Can I stay here, please?"

"I told you to come here. I won't tell you again." She tucked her chin against her chest and stayed where she was. Otto raised an eyebrow. "So that's how it's going to be? I have to break you again?" She squeezed her eyes shut for an instant, then scrambled out of her chair, racing for the stairs. Before she made it five steps, Otto's tentacle lashed out and smacked her against the wall. He controlled it so it wouldn't break anything, but only barely. "Tsk, tsk, Ginny." Shaking his head disapprovingly, he rose to his feet and strode toward her. She skittered sideways along the wall as soon as she had her feet again, not taking her eyes off of him. "Maybe you like it when I punish you. Is that it?"

Otto swatted her down with a tentacle again. She sprawled on the floor, inches from the top of the stairs, and kept heading for it. She hadn't put up enough of a fight last time. This time would be different.

Otto was practically on top of her now. He grabbed the shoulders of her shirt and pulled her to her feet. "Oh, it wants to go downstairs, does it?" A cruel smirk crawled across his face. "Does it?!"

"I'm not an IT!" She shouted, jerking back hard enough that her shirt tore.

"Then down it goes." Otto smacked her with the tentacles again, knocking her down the stairs.

She tumbled down hard, cracking her head against the treads as she fell. She rolled to a stop on the landing, curling in on herself and holding her head. "Hnnn..." She reached out for the rail to pull herself up, but her hand found a strange, spiky sculpture instead.

Otto descended the stairs and dragged her to her feet by her hair. "Is it ready to obey?" He asked, a psychotic edge to his voice.

She swung the sculpture towards the side of his head with all her small strength, her face contorted. "Nno!"

Otto grabbed her wrists and the statue with his tentacles. It wouldn't do to have her break anything. "I know what it needs," he growled, grunting as he wrenched the weapon out of her hands. "Yes, I know exactly what it needs." He replaced the sculpture and practically dragged her down the rest of the stairs by the hair, keeping the tentacles fastened around her wrists.

She stumbled, trying to keep her weight off her scalp and her feet under her. "Let me go!"

"I'M NOT GOING TO DO THAT!" He hollered at her, getting in her face. "QUIT SAYING THAT!" His hand met her cheek with an audible smack. After dragging her into the kitchen, he cast her to the tiles. "You have one more chance," Otto snarled, tentacles posing to strike. "If you take off your clothes willingly, I won't sodomize you."

She glared up at him, bleeding from a cut above her brow. Anger and fear warred, leaving little room for rationality. She pulled herself to her feet using a counter.

"Why do you force me to do this to you, Ginny?" Otto swatted her back to the floor and all the tentacles morphed into blades. "Why, why, why?" There were pans hanging over the center counter. Otto picked one up, as if he didn't have enough weapons already.

She stayed down this time, pulling herself under the counter instead of trying to get up again. Meager defense, but defense nonetheless.

Otto reached under the counter and wrapped an actuator up her legs until he reached her waist, cutting her at various intervals. He dragged her out, laughing at her attempts to escape. He'd put it off as long as he could. It was clear she wasn't going to cooperate. He'd just have to take what he wanted. The knives sliced off her clothes, in a few cases not being too careful of her skin. "It's going to pay dearly for this. Yes, it will..." Pinning her wrists behind her back with two claws, he bent her over the counter on her stomach.

Bleeding from a dozen short gashes, she struggled violently to get free. "Get off me!" she screamed.

"We know what it wants." Otto grinned, stepping to the side. "It likes it rough, doesn't it?" He started spanking her with the pan he held, bringing it down with all the strength of his human arm. One of his tentacles poked through the cupboards, seeking something that would suffice for... He came up with a tub of Crisco. Two of his tentacles slimmed and elongated again. She yelped, straining against the arms around her. Her arse reddened quickly, and her legs gave way underneath her. Otto smeared the make-shift lubricant on the metal appendages. "This is more than it deserves right now. It should be glad I'm doing this for my own pleasure as well." The pan dropped with a clatter as Otto unzipped and began smearing the white stuff on his cock. With her arms still pinned behind her, he pulled her up by her hair and leaned in right next to her ear. "It knows what I'm going to do to it, doesn't it?"

"I am not an IT!" she screamed in his face.

"And it knows where the first tentacle's going..." Otto shoved the appendage down her throat, the task made easier by the Crisco. "Does it know where the second one's going?"

She choked, her throat convulsing as it tried to expel the tentacle. Her stomach lurched. She did know where the next one was going. Her bowels clenched, fearing the invasion. "Nnnnn!" she screamed, biting into the tentacle in her mouth.

Otto gasped at the sharpness of the sensation, chuckling at her naiveté. "Stupid girl, did you really think I'd build pain receptors into them?" He squeezed her ass with his organic hands. "But it's wrong. The second tentacle is going here." It shoved between her legs, brushing over her clitoris as it stroked between her labia. "It remembers this sensation, doesn't it?" Otto groaned, becoming more physically aroused as it slid into her. God, he'd missed that feeling... He reached through the zipper on his prison uniform, stroking his dick a couple more times, testing the lubrication, before position the tip near her anus. "This is what it wants, isn't it? It wants to be penetrated all at once."

She writhed, her eyes wide. Oh god no. She jerked her hips forward as much as she could, trying to put distance between them. But she was tight around them, her throat and her vagina both spasming around the too-large tentacles. She clenched her eyes shut, bracing herself.

Otto slid into her. The fit was already tight, but with the tentacle in her abdomen it was just a bit tighter. His chest rose and fell under each gasp as he thrust in, pulled out, and thrust in again. "Weeks..." He groaned. "Weeks I've dreamed of this..." He fucked her slowly, trembling with various sensations. "Yes..."

She moaned, the sound vibrating along the tentacle in her throat, and pushed back against him unthinkingly, trying to alleviate the pain, twisting to escape at the same time. The sound of her moaning as much as the vibrations pushed him on. Otto pressed her stomach back down on the counter, the new angle allowing him to press in further still. As his ecstasy grew, he stopped thinking about being gentle with the fragile creature and went at her harder. One human hand slipped between her legs, two fingers finding and pressing her button.

Her hips bucked. She was wet down there, and not only with his impromptu lubrication. She ground her teeth into the tentacle to stay focused, but it hurt... His presence filled her consciousness as he did her body, dominating her. She whimpered, still fighting.

Otto could feel her wetness and a very pleased grin, much like the one he'd worn when he finished the hacking job, slithered across his face. She was still fighting, but she would be his again, like the very last time they'd had intercourse. He began gently working the tentacle inside her sex, continuing to feel her with his fingers, coaxing her body toward an orgasm. "You're my good girl, Ginny," he crooned softly when he felt her hips twitch. "That's a good girl..."

Defiance was leaking out of her, replaced by that same mix of pain and pleasure. It clouded her mind. She moaned a pained protest, a tear running down her face. She didn't want him to make her feel like this. She didn't want to like it. Not from him. Not like this.

"It okay, my dear," Otto whispered, leaning down to lick away the tear. The tentacle moved inside her, petting the areas he knew where most sensitive. In many ways, to him, it was like hacking into the computer. He was hacking into her body and her mind, and when all the right codes were entered, she would be his to do with what he willed. "It's okay. Come on..." Through all this he never interrupted his own rhythm, either.

She squeezed her eyes shut, crying now, even as she rocked back against him. Her jaw ached, stretched around his tentacle. She choked again, arching her back and trying desperately to pull away.

Otto closed his eyes and tilted his head back, thrusting into her harder. "You're body says yes. I can feel it." Her tightness, her struggling and rocking against him, was starting to be too much. "I can..." He moaned before his mind was washed out under the delirium of his own orgasm.

Ginny's stomach clenched, and she moaned again, losing her train of thought and mindlessly pressing back against him, taking him deeper as he came. Otto pulled out of her completely and turned her over so her back was over the counter. He slapped her hard enough to knock her head to one side. She cried out in pain, and then stared up at him, a trickle of blood coming from her lip. "What?" she started to ask, before coughing convulsed her.

"Don't play innocent with me." Otto back handed her. "Next time you will be mine, completely, but the others are coming back soon, and we need to clean up this mess." By mess he meant the little red smears of her blood on the counter. A sadistic grin spread across his face. "And you're going to clean it up, before you get dressed or anything else."

She covered herself with her arms, sinking to the floor. Shuddering, she wiped the blood off her face, staring at the floor.

"If you're not finished when they come back, and any of them walk into the kitchen, I will let whoever it is see you naked. I can stop them from touching you, but I can't stop them from looking at you." The grin widened. "Who knows, Max might even walk in."

Ginny shook harder, and pulled herself shakily to her feet. Her pelvis ached, stretched and sore. She reached for the cloth hanging off the stove handle, not looking at him. His eyes on her were bad enough. She didn't want to be exposed to the others. She didn't trust him to protect her, no matter what he said.

"That's my good girl," Otto purred, watching her lithe body move as she worked. "Make sure you get all of it." She had been in good shape the last time he had her, and she was in better shape now, slim and fit. She kept her face turned away from him, wetting the cloth and wiping up her own blood and sweat. While she finished, Otto collected the tattered blue fabric remains. He took the bloody cloth from her, put an arm around her waist, and herded her back upstairs. The doctor didn't really want the others to see her naked. She belonged to him, her and all the secrets of her body, but she didn't know that, and he didn't see any problem with playing off her fear of Max to get what he wanted. "Now, let's get you cleaned up." He glanced at the computer on his way by to make sure nothing had gone wrong. Everything had gone smoothly on his end. Perfect. Otto nudged her through an open door into a bedroom he'd noticed earlier. It was close to the study, and he'd decided to claim it for himself.

She was quiet and she went where he directed, her arms wrapped around herself. But she did balk at the bedroom door, for only a moment before going in. What was the point in resisting physically?