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(Co-author C4bl3Fl4m3's note: So apparently I need a disclaimer now, but a disclaimer about WHAT, it didn't say. So forgive the addition of the stuff below.)

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Title: Taken

Authors: C4bl3Fl4m3 and an anonymous co-writer, from hereforth known as the pen name Ms. Nome de Plume

Summary: Otto Octavius/Dr. Octopus (Ramos/Jenkin's incarnation, a.k.a. Ramos!Ock) takes a hostage and decides to have a little fun with her.

Rating: NC-17 (a.k.a. X or XXX). This story contains full descriptions of sexual actions and sexual intercourse (a.k.a. "hardcore") as well as BDSM/kink.

Pairing: Doc Ock & Erin (OC by Ms. Plume), but I wouldn't call it a pairing. ;-)

Feedback: Yes, please! We're review whores!

Characters: Doc Ock, Erin

Betas: No official ones, but TrinityVA and Groupie-des-Orques both read over it (or parts of it) before it was published.

Co-author C4bl3Fl4m3's Notes: This story was born of many a sleepless, drowsy night over the computer, pumping myself full of caffeine. We wrote it because we both bemoaned the lack off Ockrotica on the web, let alone the lack of hardcore Ockrotica (and most certainly let alone non-con, BDSM, hardcore Ockrotica!), so we figured that, if not us, whom and if not now, when? It may be the only one or we may continue it and write and publish a few more, making it a series. It's my first time co-writing realtime online (doing RP, story style) and it's my first time writing erotica. We wanted to write an Ockrotica that was good erotica first, and fanfiction 2nd. We wanted it to have erotic merit so that people not in the fandom would still find it hot enough to wank off to.
It's not actually fully edited, so forgive any spelling or formatting mistakes.
*DISCLAIMER*: Marvel owns Otto/Doc Ock. This story isn't for profit. We're not making any money off this story.)

It was a dark evening as Erin walked down the sidewalk, heading home from work. It had been a long day serving papers to people who didn't want them, and she was sick and tired of people and in a rotten mood. She was just passing an unlit alley when she heard a noise.

*crunch* *crunch* *crunch* *crunch* Doctor Octavius ran along the rooftops, trying to dodge a flurry of bullets. Tucked under his arm was a piece of machinery, something very special and rare that he needed for his most recent scientific endeavor. The bullets got closer and closer. Otto looked around, realizing he needed a diversion, a hostage... a miracle. But Otto had always come up with his own miracles in the past... why should now be any different?
Erin heard the gunfire and stopped where she was, looking around to see where it was coming from. She knew she was in a bad part of the city. If she hadn't been in such a hurry to get home, she would have gone around. She stayed rooted to the spot, searching for the source. She didn't want to walk in front of a bullet.
Suddenly, Erin felt herself not rooted anymore. She felt herself being lifted far up into the air, by something strong, something powerful, something... mechanical? A tentacle, wrapped around her waist, pulled her swiftly upwards, and in front of a medium height, stocky built, long raven-haired man. She yelled "Put me down!"
He positioned her in front of himself and hissed in her ear. "Maybe if you're quiet, I'll let you live"
She struggled, curling up in the tentacle's grip and covering her head with shaking hands. "Please don't hurt me," she pleaded, remembering to keep her voice quiet. So this was what the gunfire had been about.
Otto narrowed his dark eyes at her, glaring with a piercing gaze. He met her gaze, held it for a second, and then turned back to the task at hand... escape. Using one tentacle, he kept her firmly in between himself and cops, doing the act with an ease that only comes from practice... from doing it again and again and again. And yet... something was different this time. Something... was different. Otto violently tore his mind from that nagging feeling and placed it back on what he was doing. He had to stay focused... had to. His life and liberty depended on it. But, more importantly... his work depended on it.
She was terrified, but at least the gunfire had stopped. They didn't dare fire while he had a hostage. She turned her attention back to the man carrying her, trying to think through the panic. This was Doctor Octopus. Therefore, Spider-Man would come to save her. She watched the skies, but the hero didn't come.
She looked back at the doctor, her eyes wide. "Where are you taking me?"
He looked at her incredulously. "Do you think I'm that stupid? If I tell you, you'll yell it out to the police. Besides... where do you think I'd take you?"
He continued to run across the rooftops, using his tentacles to straddle gaps when necessary. Each of them being able to reach 25 feet long, it gave him a long reaching distance. He held her close to his body, using her for protection. But... a sense... a tingle went through his mind... he could smell her scent... delicate, fruity, floral. He roughly pushed it from his mind. "What's wrong with me today?" he thought to himself.
She shrank away from him as much as she could, trying to make herself a smaller target if the police did start shooting again. She was cold, her thin suit jacket not providing much protection from the wind that was prevalent at these heights. But his body, so close to her, was radiating warmth.
Otto kept running. Or rather, the tentacles kept running. By this point, the police were long behind... they were alone, running through the worse parts of the city. Otto used one of his bio-hands to pull his jacket closer to himself. He saw the girl shivering, and, in a moment of what he later thought to be madness, pulled her close to him, and pulled his jacket around her too. "It does no good for the hostage to die of hypothermia" he thought to himself, trying to somehow justify his actions.
She tried to pull away, not wanting to be that close to him. "Please," she said, and he could see that she was almost crying now. "Please, don't touch me."
He looked at her at very first with confused eyes, but they quickly flashed to anger and rage. "Fine. Freeze. See if I care." he said, his voice like ice. But if one looked closely enough, they'd realize... his eyes betrayed him. For behind the anger and rage, was a look of pain... of hurt. All of his life... even long before he ever got his extra appendages... all of his life he was treated like a freak of nature... not even human... a thing. Something that didn't need love or affection.
Otto was NOT a thing.
She wrapped her arms around herself, for defence and warmth, looking away from him. Her mind was curiously numb, almost as if she were just waiting to die now. That thought snapped her out of it. "No," she said softly, then louder. "Let me go. You don't need me anymore, we've left the police behind."
"Heh" he snickered out loud. *You don't need me anymore*... those were her exact words. But, oh, how wrong she was... oh, how wrong. And she would find out exactly how wrong, very, very soon.
"That's what you think" he said confidently, coldly, as he held her close to him. He buried his nose in her hair, and deeply inhaled her scent. Honeysuckle. That's what the delicate, fruity, floral scent was. Honeysuckle. She used honeysuckle shampoo.
His mother used to use honeysuckle shampoo.
"That's what you think."
She struggled, trying to pull away from him and forgetting the drop beneath them. "No, please! I'll give you anything you want, just let me go, please!" She was rigid with terror, ice crawling up her spine. What did he have planned? She didn't think she wanted to know.
At her words, he smiled and laughed. A broad sinister smile. A deep darkly jubilant, evilly amused laugh. "That's right... you WILL give me anything I want. Or... if you don't... I'll TAKE it from you." He took one of his hands and ran the back of his finger down her hair, down the side of her face, underneath her chin. Her skin was cold, smooth... she didn't get outside much. He took his other hand and ran it down her side... over the curves of her breast, the flatlands of her torso, the second curve of her hip and thighs. Her curves were like rolling hills... she had a few extra pounds on her. Otto didn't mind. He had more than a few extra pounds on himself. Besides... he liked his women curvy. Always had. They always seemed more beautiful to him somehow... more... womanly. And, also, he knew he might have more of a chance with them, not being considered as desirable by society. And more of a chance meant that his chances landed somewhere near a little less than zero. At least they were closer to zero.
Her skin crawled at his touch, and she fought harder to get away, kicking him and lashing out. "Let me go!" she screamed, hoping to be heard by someone who could help.
Otto grew tired of this. "Listen." he said coldly, emotionlessly "Either shut up or I kill you. Right here, right now, one simple stroke, just a twist of a tentacle and I can snap your neck. Clean. Simple. OK?"
She stared at him, and a tear ran down her face, but she was obediently quiet. She didn't want to die.
"Thank you" he said and continued to run off in the night. He turned his head away from her, trying to ignore the tear he noticed running down her cheek. He hated that. He always had. As much as he enjoyed the strength and power hurting people gave him, made him feel, when he stopped long enough to let the consequences of his actions catch up with him in his mind, a pain and disgust and rage poured over his soul. He was bringing about PAIN. The very thing he felt inside for so, so long. The very thing that held him down, that caused him to self-destruct in so many different unique ways. And he was causing it to other people. That thought always made him sick to his stomach.
No... no, he couldn't see her cry. But... but... he looked back at her, tears running down her face. Oh, god, did it feel so GOOD, knowing he did this, knowing he caused this, knowing that he was exacting vengeance, revenge... on his father, on all those prissy cheerleaders and science majors and lab assistants.
Erin shut her eyes, crying silently. Occasionally, she couldn't keep a quiet sob from escaping. This criminal, this mad man, this monster from the front page of the Daily Bugle had her in his clutches, and there was nothing she could do about it. She wished futilely that she'd bought the mace spray that her father recommended, or a knife like the one her best friend always carried. This was New York, after all. There were men like this in the streets all the time. It wasn't a safe place to live. And this was exactly why.
He ran with her in his tentacle for another five minutes, when he suddenly dropped down the side of a building. He clamored around the face of it, skirting into an open window. Not letting go of her, he swiftly crossed the floor of what appeared to be a makeshift lab. Slamming open a door, he flung her inside of a room... some form of bedroom. Before she had a chance to escape, he used his tentacles to lock some locks... ones far higher than she would ever even conceive of being able to reach.
She backed away from him, until she hit the far wall. Looking around frantically, she couldn't find a way out, and it was a minute before she began to notice details about the room itself. The room was small... but not too small. A king sized bed was in the center, with clean white sheets... pristine, immaculate white sheets. Not what you'd expect in an old abandoned loft space that a criminal mastermind was squatting in. The bed had a head board and a foot board with many slats in them.
It's once she saw the next part that real fear began to set in.
In between the slats were rope and wires of various lengths. In the walls were eyebolts at various intervals. Hanging from the ceiling was some kind of sling, and on the other side of the room, hanging, was a steady sturdy bar. There was a cage in one corner of the room. beside the bed on one side was a night stand with various accoutrements... candles, lubes, oils, feather dusters, blindfolds, gags. One of the drawers was open... in it were various types of handcuffs. Hanging on the wall on the other side of the bed were sundry whips and chains.
Otto had the biggest grin on his face as he watched his pretty little pet look around, eyes growing wider, fear growing more and more visible on her face with every passing moment. Her breath came faster as she looked around, her face going pale. "Oh god," she breathed, terrified. She began shaking, and she looked back at her captor, edging as far away from him, and the bed, as she could. Her knees gave out and she slid down the wall, her eyes locked on him. "Please, let me go," she whispered, petrified.
He stood, towering over her, two tentacles on the ground, two high above his head. He liked standing like this. He knew how it made him look. And he knew how it made him feel. Strong. Imposing. Powerful.

*Yes... yes, it's all about power, isn't it?* he thought to himself. *Who do you have to prove this to anymore, Otto? Certainly not your parents. Spider-Man, perhaps? Mary Alice? Stunner? Carolyn? Any of the women you've ever loved? Or IS it your parents? Only not your parents... their voices inside of you. Your father, always telling you you're not good enough... you're not man enough. You're too weak... too fat... too wimpy. No... it's all about power... and you need to prove it to yourself.* He winced bitterly, and turned his strong, powerful, scathing gaze back at the girl in front of him.
"Why? Why should I?" He delicately, coldly, calculatedly brought his hands together, and tapped his index fingers. "Give me five good reasons... and I'll consider letting you go." Keeping his tentacles blocking the door, he strode confidently over to an ordinary roller chair in one corner and sat down in it, waiting for an answer.
She had to swallow a few times before her throat loosened up enough for her to speak. "I, I, I.... I can pay you!" She didn't have much, but everything she had, she'd give, just to escape whatever it was he had planned for her. "And I won't tell anyone where this place is, and..." She couldn't think of anything else. Her mind was racing, numb with fright.
Otto let out a sharp snicker. "Pay me? HA! What I want, I get. I TAKE it. You noticed the piece of machinery in my tentacle coming back? Yes, that's why I took you hostage. So I could get this back home safely, so I can continue my experiments. I am a scientist, you know. The Bugle seems to only outline my criminal ventures though. They don't mention a thing about how I'm inventing things that will change life as we know it."
"And as per you not telling anyone where this is" he said smoothly as he walked, almost flowed, over to where she knelt on the floor, and picked up her soft face in his large but surprisingly gentle hand, "You're not going to be telling anyone anything, because you're most likely not even going to be leaving this place. But, you know, you haven't talked much, and I said I wouldn't kill you if you didn't talk, so perhaps you'll get lucky"
"Now..." he continued, talking calmly, very matter-of-factly "I want to let you know how this is going to go. I am in charge here; this should be obvious by this point. We are going to do what I want. This is about my pleasure, my amusement; however, I will not go so far as to deprive you of your own should you happen to gain some kind of sick, twisted, perverse pleasure of the experience; your amusement is incidental. I would prefer if you didn't speak unless spoken to. If I ask you a question, you will answer with a "yes, Doctor" or a "no, Doctor", or if it's not a yes or no

question, you will answer me honestly, and simply, with a "Doctor" added on at the end." He jerked her head up to look him in the eyes, his face dangerously close to hers. "Do you understand?"
"Yes... Doctor," she said quietly, her eyes wide. She suddenly felt paralyzed, unable to move or try to pull away, or even look away. She didn't want to do any of what he undoubtedly intended, but she wanted to live through this.
"Good. That's very good" he said, gently, quietly. He patted her softly on the head and said "I think you'll find, that once you learn my rules and obey them, that I can be quite... gentle." He grinned a giant, cocky, evil grin, one that said he was quite mad and most certainly not to be trusted. He was like a living Cheshire Cat. He used his tentacles to gently lift her up on the bed, and put her in a seated position.
Always keeping one tentacle on the door, to ensure she wouldn't try to escape, Doctor Octopus sat down beside her and started gently running his hands through her hair. "Hmm... you have pretty hair. such pretty hair. it would be a shame to see something happen to it. I'd behave if I were you." To drive this point home, he took his hand, undid her bun to the point where it was just a ponytail, wrapped his hand around the ponytail once, grabbing it in his hand, and pulled back firmly, making her head tilt back. He looked her deep in the eyes, firmly, asserting his dominance over her with a gaze that was so fierce it felt like it would burn a hole through her soul. "Understood?"
She was shaking, too scared to even move. Tears still ran down her cheeks as she nodded, swallowing again. She opened her mouth to beg him not to hurt her, but remembered the rules just in time, shutting it again.
"Something you wish to say? I did say I would prefer for you to only speak when spoken to. If I meant it completely, I would have ordered you to. Besides... I just asked you if you understood." He jerked back hard on her ponytail, sending pain through her scalp. "Do You Understand!?"
"Yes, Doctor," she gasped, clenching her eyes shut. "Please, don't hurt me, Doctor." She kept them shut. Maybe if she couldn't see him, this would be easier. She could pretend she was somewhere else, that none of this was happening to her.
"WHY WON'T YOU LOOK AT ME?!" he roared, picking up an empty bottle with a tentacle and smashing it into bits against the wall, the SMASH! sound so satisfying. She flinched and turned her face away from him, shuddering.
He noticed her shuddering, and it filled him with rage. "AM I THAT HIDEOUS OF A CREATURE THAT YOU CAN'T EVEN BEAR TO LOOK AT ME?! WELL?" he roared. Raising an arm high, he broadsided her with a full swing slap across the face. "WELL!? ANSWER ME!"
She fell back against the bed, her eyes snapping open. "No!" she said as she sat back up, holding her cheek and trying to placate him desperately. "No, Doctor! I, I'm scared." The last sentence was a whisper of admission. She knew that fear was only a weapon that could be used against her.
"I, I'm scared." The words echoed in the good Doctor's brain. He stopped. Just stopped. Space and time stood still for a minute. He could remember whispering those exact words to his mother, his blessed mother Mary, as a boy, not more than eight years old, trying to escape in the folds of his mother's skirt, escape from his father, from his drunken, testosterone filled rage.
Otto was speechless. His mouth hung open slightly, as if he was trying to say something, but no words would come.
"I... I... I'm sorry." In a move that shocked her to the core, he sat down beside her and buried her in his arms, giving her a giant hug. "I... I am sorry. I truly am no better than my father. I am sorry."
She stiffened, going rigid for a moment before trying frantically to pull away. Mood change or not, he was still the murderer that she feared, and his touch made her shudder. She got her hands between them and shoved him away with all her strength.
"Don't touch me!" she pleaded again, scrambling backwards across the bed, away from him.
Otto became enraged. "YOU... YOU... YOU MONSTER!!! I try to comfort you and you tell me to GET AWAY?! What is WRONG with you? GAAAH! THAT'S IT! I was thinking of going easy on you... most likely NOT NOW!" He took her and landed a mean right hook square across her face, forcing it to the side, blood spattering out of her nose and onto the white, white sheets.
She fell to the side, her hand stemming the flow of blood from her nose as she still tried to back away. "Me!" she shouted, anger coming through the fear. "Me, the monster?! You're the one who kidnapped me!" She was at the head of the bed now, by the bedside table, and she grabbed the first thing that came to hand, a bottle, and threw it at him as hard as she could.
Otto easily grabbed the bottle with a tentacle. Setting it down to rest on the end table, and growing weary of these games, he grabbed the girl around the waist with one tentacle, and forced her arms and hands behind her back with another one. "You know... I would have hoped that I wouldn't have to restrain you until later... but you leave me no choice."
Otto chuckled to himself. "Hehehe... just be glad I'm deciding to restrain you first... remember... there are worse ways of being rendered incapacitated than being physically restrained."
She continued to struggle, still glaring at him, breathing hard. "What the hell gives you the right to call me a monster?" she said in a low voice.
Otto brings himself less than an inch away from her face, and glares harshly into her eyes. "The fact that you seem to have no compassion or room for difference in your soul." he replied coldly. "Tell me, Miss... ah... what's your name?"
She spat in his face, bringing up her leg at the same time to kick him as hard as she could. "Get away from me!"
Otto blocked her puny attempt at kicking her with a tentacle. Wiping her saliva off his face with a hand, he proclaimed, "Now, now, you seem to have forgotten our little rules."
He picked her up with a tentacle, and threw her down on the bed. Using each of his tentacles to hold down an appendage, he then proceeded to tie her down, face up. When he was done, he dusted his hands off, and used his bottom 2 tentacles to lord over her from the bottom of the bed, surveying his work.
"There... that oughta keep you in one spot for a while. Now... what did we discuss earlier? You end everything with a "doctor", ok?"
She continued to fight until the cords holding her began to cut into her skin painfully. "Yes, Doctor," she spat sarcastically.
"Now... let's see if we made those ropes tight enough... I wanna see you being stretched open... I want to see your arms being pulled tight, to fully expose your breasts... I wanna see your legs being spread, to make your sweet, sweet pussy stick out just a little, begging to be played with, indulged... begging for my cock..."
Straddling her with an appendage holding down her limbs for extra emphasis, he reached down and ran his hands all up and down her sides, over and over her sweet, ample curves.
She twisted, trying to escape his touch, but she couldn't move away from him at all, spread open like that. All she could do was look away from him, gritting her teeth and clenching her fists. Every muscle was tense, almost painfully so.
"You sick, perverted freak," she growled through her teeth.
Otto shoved her skirt up to around her waist, exposing her little twat, covered in white cotton panties.
"If *I'm* the sick perverted freak...", he said casually, while reaching down and running his index finger on top her slit, betrayed by the darker colored spot in her underwear. "If *I'm* the sick perverted freak, then why are YOU the one that's all wet?" Otto put his finger in his mouth, tasting her juices, and grinned a giant grin.
She didn't answer that, trying to pull away from him. "Get OFF me!" she shouted, twisting her wrists against their bindings.
"Heh!" Otto snorted, and just stood back and let her struggle. He enjoyed watching her try to escape her bonds. It was futile, of course... he had done this too many times before to not be a good knot-tier. The good Doctor stood there for a good five minutes, quiet, simply observing, as if she was just another one of his experiments and he was taking notes about a particularly interesting reaction.
After about five minutes, he said "Ok... I'm off of you. Now what?" He grinned and went back to silently watching her struggle.
She fell limp, glaring at him. "Let me go," she growled. "Goddamnit, let me go or I swear I'll kill you."
At this, Otto couldn't help but laugh out loud. "YOU! Are threatening to kill ME?! HA! Ya know, that's the funniest thing I've heard all day. The DUMBEST too." He gave her a bitchslap across the mouth. "You know, I've been going far too easy on your insolence. You will be a good little girl for me, and you WILL call me Doctor, or I will do things to you that will make you wish you WERE dead. Does "The Pear" mean anything to you?"
It was obvious from the confused expression that crossed her face that it didn't, but she fumed silently now, blood trickling from a split lip.
Otto sat down on the bed next to her head and started to lecture her calmly, as if she was in one of his classes. He stroked her hair and her face and he explained, "The Pear was a device of torture that was used to punish homosexuals, supposed witches, women who allegedly had sex with the Devil or one of his Familiars, or a woman accused of blasphemy. It was a device that was inserted in the anus, the vagina or the mouth, about the same shape and size as a pear, hence the name. However, the body of the pear was really made of 4 petals, with spikes on the end, and a screw in the center. One would rotate the screw and the petals would unfold into the flesh of the person being tortured."
"Now, I will admit, I don't own a real Pear, however... I do own a set of 4 quite pointy tentacles... tentacles that are quite curious about warm, dark, wet places... tentacles that like to, ah, shall we say, STRETCH limits?" On the word "stretch", Octavius used a tentacle to pull the ropes even tighter, her labia majora sticking out more through her thin cotton panties.
She drew in a breath, staring up at the ceiling and trying not to let the fear show on her face. She was sure he could hear her heart beating.
"You don't play poker, do you?"
"No," she said, before remembering to add, "Doctor."
Otto smiled. "Very good, you remembered to say Doctor. I won't have to slap you again this time. Because," he added with fake sadness, dripping with sarcasm, "it does hurt me to have to hurt you. You have such a pretty, gentle face... I hate having to make it all red. But, you know, I must do what what I must do."
"However, I digress. No... you don't play poker... because you wear your emotions so plainly on your face, out there for the whole world to see. This sort of thing could get a girl into... *trouble*... you know." He looked at her with a half smirk smile and raised eyebrows. "Now... you seem scared. What is it that you're scared of, dear girl? TELL ME!"
"You, Doctor," she whispered, still not looking at him. She was trembling, her face pale.
For the second time in a night, Otto was caught at a loss for words. However, this time, he shook his head, quickly recovered, and interjected "Damn straight. But what is it exactly that you're afraid I'm going to do, my pet?" he asked with fake concern and caring, oh, so gently stroking the sides of her face with the backs of his fingers.
"Please don't call me that, Doctor," she said, a little of the anger surfacing again.
"And why should I not? What position are you in to be giving orders?" Otto thought for a minute. "Wait... you're not married, are you?" He went over to look at her hands for a wedding band.
Her hands were bare, and she shook her head, an expression of something that was almost humour flashing across her face. "No, Doctor," she answered.
"Ah... I thought that was your husband's special pet name for you or something. Either way, it doesn't really matter, as I expressed earlier... your wishes and desires are not factored in this. This is for me, and me alone."
"However, I do delight in knowing exactly how and why the things I do cause pain... so, my dearest pet... tell me... why shouldn't I call you that?" Otto smiled gently but insincerely at her, while he gently, gently stroked her hair.
She looked at him now, her eyes angry. "I'm not 'your' anything," she said heatedly. "Except your prisoner."
"Except your prisoner *what*?" Otto tested her.
"Except your prisoner, doctor," she said, twisting the word again.
The Doctor's smile was as twisted as her voice. He stood up and started striding the room.
"You know, we've chit-chatted long enough... it's about time we do some things. Remember what I told you earlier, my dearest girl, the more you behave, the easier it will be on you. Oh, and you know, since i am the 'sick, perverted freak' as you deemed me earlier, I must ask... are you a lesbian? Is that why you almost laughed at the married comment?"
She shook her head again. "No, doctor."
"Darn... you're no fun." he fake pouted. "Now... down to business."
"I'm not going to be much fun if I can help it, Doctor," she said cooly.
Otto smirked.
He stood there on 2 tentacles, towering over her, watching her helpless form. His gaze (not that it could be seen anyway behind the dark goggles he wore) followed up her legs to her fleshy thighs, beyond to her curvy hips, her soft belly, and to the double rounds that were her breasts. And it was in that moment that he decided that she had altogether too much clothing on.
Desiring to see exactly what she looked like au natural, he effortlessly brought one of his tentacles in front of his face, much in the same way a fencer brings their sword up before starting a match. He made sure her gaze was upon him and his appendage, waited a beat, and then a long serrated blade extended swiftly from the center of the mechanical arm.
Her eyes went wide, but she seemed determined not to give him the satisfaction of her terror again. She fought her restraints, pulling uselessly at them, and her gaze never left the blade.
Otto Octavius noticed her eyes widen in terror. He was an observant man... when focused on a task, little related got past his attentions.
He smirked at her again, obviously gaining pleasure in scaring her. With one quick fell swoop, his tentacle reached down, positioned itself under her shirt, and pulled upwards towards her face, cutting the cloth of her shirt and bra. As the cut was completed, her breasts which were previously held securely into place flopped out on either side of her chest, making two flesh colored pools on her upper torso. Otto took the sight in greedily, hungrily, licking his lips in lust and anticipation.
Reflexively, she tried to twist away from him, to cover herself, but it was impossible. Her arms were stretched out almost, but not quite, painfully tight. All she could do was look away from him, trying to hide the blush that rose in her cheeks.
No, she thought furiously, squeezing her eyes shut. This isn't happening. This madman is not going to be the first man who ever... She halted that line of thought and tried not to think at all. Maybe if she concentrated hard enough, she could pretend she wasn't here.
Ock grinned a pleased and evil grin as he took in his newly found treasure. He stared at her ample breasts for a good thirty seconds or so, soaking in every little last detail... from the dark rose color of her erect nipples to the way they jiggled with even the most subtle of movements. Half straddling her on the bed, his tentacles now writhing in the air behind him, he leaned over and started sucking and nibbling and chewing on her right nipple, while thumbing her left with his right hand and forefinger.
She jerked at his touch, gasping. "Don't touch me!" she snarled, embarrassment forgotten in anger. There was no chance she could remove herself from the situation now.
"How many times do I have to tell you to BE QUIET?!?!" he growled, while sending a mean right hook screaming across her face.
His fist landed with a satisfying thud and her head twisted away from his from the force of the blow. He knew that it would leave a nasty black and blue mark. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, and didn't look at him again. "If I obey you," she said, as much to herself as to him. "Then you win."
"And the problem with me winning would be?" he queried her.
Sitting down in the roller chair again, this time with the chair backwards, he rolled it over to beside the bed, and propped his arms up on the back of the chair. "Here's the thing, you see. No matter what you do..." He leaned in closer to her, his face mere centimeters from hers. "... I will still win. I will *always* win."
Before she had a chance to reply, he put his hand behind her head, tangling his fingers in her hair, and embraced his lips with hers, kissing her passionately and hungrily. She screamed into his mouth, and tried to bite him, glaring viciously at his face, so close to hers. She was not going to submit meekly to him, be the pet he obviously wanted.
Otto pulled back, enraged. "How... how DARE you... how DARE you do that to the great Doctor Octopus?" he screamed, his raged barely contained. He raised his hand and bitchslapped her across the mouth as hard as he could. Her head went flying in the other direction. He then proceeded to throw some more blows at her head, first the left, then the right. Winding up for a particularly harsh left blow, he stopped in midair and go thoughtful, then walked over to the wall were the whips and chains were held. He simply stood there, looking over them.

She had braced for the final blow, her eyes screwed shut. When it didn't come, she opened them, and lifted her head to look at him, licking her split lip. The faint taste of blood stung her tongue. She saw what he was looking at, and goosebumps rose on her skin.
After deliberating for a good long time, he finally settled on a 3 foot long, 1/2 inch wide, single tailed whip of black leather. Holding the handle with his right hand, he took a few practice swings against his left hand. It felt hot and stingy. Turning back to his subject, he slowly started speaking to her. "Remember when I told you the rules? Remember when I said I could be quite gentle? Well, I could be very gentle. I could lay you down and kiss you. I could stroke your bare breasts, and nuzzle your belly. I could gently go down on you and lap up your sweet, sweet juices. However, you chose to not obey by the rules. And so we must do things the hard way." Upon saying "hard way," he raised his arm, and brought the whip down over her chest with a THWACK!
She cried out, arching her back in response to the unfamiliar pain. "Don't!" she screamed. It burned in a narrow streak across her chest.
"Don't WHAT?" he chided her, as he deftly switched hands with the whip, brought the black leather device high above his head, and sent it screaming down across her chest, making an X out of the red marks.
"Stop!" she screamed, arching again. The place where the two lash marks crossed was on fire, pain like nothing she'd ever felt before.
Otto stopped for a moment, letting her just feel the pain. He stood back and observed her half naked form. He folded his arms and put on a subtle grin. He just stood there, silent, for a minute and a half, letting her feel the pain, watching the angry red welts form across her lovely pale chest.
"Hmm... I wonder what I should do next? Let's see... I could hit you really hard again." He brought the whip up high above his head again and practically threw the tail across her chest, causing a second line, and all in one motion, switched hands and did the same thing with his left.
"Neat, huh? I can switch them back and forth like that as many times as I want, as fast as I want." He thought for a moment, and then casually added "Of course, there's nothing you can do about it." A maniacal laugh escaping his lips, he did the criss-cross thing with his hands and the whip 2 more times in succession. *swish, THWACK! swish, THWACK!, swish, THWACK! swish, THWACK!*

She twisted, trying desperately to get away, and his pattern came out a little uneven. Her skin was burning, and she couldn't keep herself from pleading. "No, stop it! Stop, please!"
"Say the magic word!" Octavius said above the sounds of the whip repeatedly being brought down on her chest and belly. By this point he had really fallen into a rhythm with it, and whereas the strokes weren't as hard and as stinging as when he started, they did come in a never ending torrent of hide and sound and pain.
She writhed in pain. "Please, stop, doctor!" The last word was wrung from her, an admission of defeat. For the moment.
The beatings suddenly stopped. "Okay" Otto said, as casual as can be. "All you had to do was ask." He smiles a large, toothy, bastardy smile.
She panted, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. None of the strokes had broken the skin, but the lattice-pattern of bright red marks stood out clearly on her pale chest. Her head hung to one side as she recovered, feeling the sharp sting fade into something more bearable. She gritted her teeth, angry at herself for giving in so easily. If this was the worst he would do... That thought trailed off as she looked sideways at him and saw that grin. It made a shiver run down her spine. He would do worse. But for some reason, the thought didn't frighten her as much as she knew it should.
"You know" he casually mentioned "if you don't behave, that could just be the warm-up." He turned to look at her face... he wanted to make sure he saw the reaction to his next comment. "I could always do that with my tentacles." He smiled his bastard smile again and waited for her reaction.
She stiffened, her eyes locking onto the nearest tentacle. The same treatment from those would be deadly. For a moment, she merely stared, seemingly hypnotized by the light reflecting off of it. "No," she said quietly, still watching it. "I'll behave, doctor."
The good Doctor lowered himself over her body. Stroking her hair, he said "Good girl." He backed off a bit, and just looked at her, watching the red marks fade in some places and start to turn black and blue in other places. He seemed to be considering what to do next.
She watched him with trepidation, still breathing hard. Her eyes darted past him, to the other devices the filled the room, and she wondered what he'd do next. She avoided looking at the rack of whips and chains, but the sling mystified her.
He noticed her looking around the room and saw her eyebrows raise when she saw the sling in the corner. He thought for a moment, and then muttered under his breath, "Oh, what the hell. Let's make her happy."
"Do you know what that is, my dearest pet?" he inquired.
She shook her head, a tiny movement as she looked back at him.
"What do you think it might be? Go on, make some guesses. I promise I won't hurt you for wrong ones... unless you *want* me to, that is."
"I don't know what it is," she said, almost a whisper. She didn't much want to know, either. "Doctor."
"Very good! You *are* getting the hang of this, my pet. And because of that, I think I'll reward you"
Ock went over and tightened one tentacle around her waist, while he used two to hold himself with and used the last one (as well as both of his bio-hands) to undo her bonds. Sweeping her off her feet, he carried her over to the sling, and put her down in it. It worked much like seated hammock swing, with a place for your butt. But it differed from a hammock seat swing in that this one had a place to hook her ankles down to.
She struggled, she couldn't help it, not wanting to find out like this what this was. "No, I don't want to, doctor," she pleaded, trying to get away from it. "What kind of reward is this?"
Otto sighed, an action that seemed to bring back some humanity to him. He swung her around in front of his face and said, "Look at me. This one won't hurt... I promise."
She didn't trust him, how could she? She lashed out, aiming her nails for his face, trying to get him to drop her so she could get away.
Octavius got some good scratch marks across his face before he was able to deflect and move the offending hand with his tentacle. He growled loudly, out of pain and rage and fury. "IT *WASN'T* GOING TO HURT... BUT IT SURE AS HELL IS NOW!!!!" he roared.
Holding her up with a tentacle, he proceeded to throw punches at her face. Right hook, left hook, right hook, left hook... punch after punch after punch, with each blow dealing more disfiguring damage to to her face, until his knuckles were sore and red. Red from the blood, of course. "You!" BAM! "fucking!" BAM! "little!" BAM! "cunt!" BAAAAM! "How hard is it to figure out that no matter what you may do, you will still lose, so you might as well give in?" BAM! BAM! BAAAM!
She tried to defend herself, curling in on herself. "I'm sorry!" she screamed between punches. "Please, doctor, stop!"
Octavius stopped, panting. He wiped the blood on his hands off on her skirt, which was still hiked up around her waist.
While wiping off his hands, he had an idea. However, he'd have to act swiftly if he was to execute it.
Using a tentacle to throw her into the sling, 2 more to bind her feet to the cuffs, and the 4th to reach into the drawer beside his bed and remove a pair of cloth handcuffs, he leaned over her in the sling, his face dangerously close to hers, and put her arms above her head.
The tentacle handed him the handcuffs, which he proceeded to use to hold her hands together. She fought that desperately, not wanting to lose the use of her hands again.
Being so helpless made her feel something that she'd never felt before. All her life, she'd restrained herself, waiting for... waiting for someone to tell her that it was all right, she supposed. Saving herself for someone she hadn't met yet. But she was human. She'd had the same desires as any other woman, but she'd always felt too guilty to indulge them. As if she were betraying someone in seeking her own pleasure. But she wasn't seeking anything now, was she? But panic overwhelmed these thoughts, and she kept fighting.
She was strong, but he was stronger. Using the 2 tentacles that were previous engaged with securing her legs, they now reached up and held her arms together, so he could use his bio-arms and fasten the cuffs. "My bittersweet? Are you still in physical pain?"
She looked at him a moment, blood running down her face from a split cheek where he'd hit her. "What do you think?" she asked acerbically, tugging at the restraints. "Doctor." she added a beat late.
The Doctor raised an eyebrow at her and glared slightly, but decided to let it go this time. "hmm..." A tentacle reached out to one of the drawers on one of the nightstands beside the bed, fished around in the drawer, and brought out a piece of electronic equipment. The tentacle brought it up near his mouth and pushed a button.
"Experiment Two-Forty-Three. Three - Eleven - Two-thousand five. Test subject: female, Caucasian, approximately age thirty-two, approximately five feet, five inches, approximately one hundred sixty five pounds. More accurate measurements will be given once test subject is more cooperative."
He glared at her. "Disposition: feisty. more feisty than the others. She didn't just give up the fight once she realized that I outpower her by far. In fact, she STILL hasn't given up. Obviously stubborn. By her illogical actions to fight back, one would assume that she was stupid, but rather I gather that she has an above average IQ."
"Hypothesis: By sexually stimulating test subject while they are in physical pain from previous damage, it is possible to create a cognitive dissonance in the brain, which results in feeling pleasure when one is damaged in the future."
Otto looked at the young woman in the sling in front of him and smiled at her... a very smug, self-satisfied smile, but one that would put dread in the pit of any viewer's stomach.
She went pale, staring at him. "You're insane," she said softly, her eyes wide. She was in the clutches of a psychopath. She'd known he was a madman, but this, this was just.... There were no words for it.
"So... you obviously know what I just said?"
"Of course I do," she spat. "I'm right here. I can hear you, and I'm no idiot, doctor."
Otto growled. "Well, obviously you ARE an idiot, because anyone with any measure of sense wouldn't have sassed back like that." A hand reached up and bitchslapped her across the face.
Her head snapped to the side, and stung, but she faced him again, glaring. "Am I some sort of experiment now?" she demanded angrily.
At this point, Otto was just getting annoyed. "I figured while you're here, I might as well take advantage of it. Besides, if you stop getting your panties into a bunch, you'll find out that the next part you'll really enjoy. At least all the other test subjects enjoyed it. Or so they told me."
That gave her pause. "What other test subjects?" Otto just grinned. "How many times have you done this?" she asked, aghast.
"I can't reveal that information. It's classified until the final report is published to the public. But I will tell you that when I said experiment 243, it did not mean that you were the 243rd person. It meant that I keep track of my various experiments, and this one is number 243." Otto looked at her. "Well, better get started so I don't lose my window."
"Get started on what?" she asked belligerently.
"Don't be daft. The experiment, of course." he replied A tentacle snaked out and pulled down her underwear, her pretty pink pussy hanging out. Another tentacle stuck out a sharp blade and cut them down the center in order to facilitate removal. She shouted in outrage, though he could see she was wet. The Doctor stuck a finger down to her labia and ran it across the outside of her slit. It came back covered in slick pungent wetness. He stuck his finger in his mouth and tasted it, before running it over her genitals again, this time bringing it up to her mouth for her to taste. She turned her face away from his hand, her jaw clenched tightly.
"Come now, you taste good! Surely you've tasted yourself before. And if not, well, no time like a scientific experiment to get to know yourself better, eh? I have ways of making you taste it, but I would far rather you be a good girl and try it on your own."
She glared at him, but decided this would be a stupid thing to get injured over. Obediently, she opened her mouth.
Otto smiled almost warmly. He stroked her hair with his free hand, and gently, oh, so gently, stuck his finger about half way back her tongue, and dragged it back across her tongue to the front of her mouth. He could feel her taste buds with his finger, and couldn't help but imagine how it might feel if it was a different appendage in her mouth.
"That's a good girl. Good little pet. Good girl."
She wanted to bite him, oh how she wanted to bite him, but she didn't dare. Her own taste was strange in her mouth, salty and metallic, but not objectionable in and of itself.
He grabbed the recorder again with a tentacle, and pushed the record button. "Data: After physical violence was inflicted upon the subject, the genitals were already showing signs of arousal, including swelling and the secretion of vaginal fluid." he turned off the record button, looked straight at her and said "In other words, the lady protests too much, me thinks."
Otto sighed and pressed the recorder button again "Since the subject is already showing signs of arousal, this is indicative that the subject already has the cognitive dissonance in her brain and will be an unfit test subject. Octavius out."
"See? I'm not such a madman after all, am I? For it turns out..." he raised himself up on his tentacles and hovered over her, his nose a mere inch from her own. "you're already messed up."
She pulled back as from him as much as she could. "I'm messed up?" she said incredulously.
"At least when it comes to this, yes. You're a pervert. Kinky. Personally, I think it's just sick."
"I'm the pervert." She laughed slightly, a small hysterical sound. She let her head drop back, looking up at the ceiling. "I'm the pervert. Right."
Otto just glared at her. Apropos nothing, he bitchslapped her hard. "God, just shut up, you stupid cunt. I'm getting tired of playing these games."
A cold determination was firmly implanted in his gaze as he swiftly positioned himself between her legs. Using two tentacles, he drew her legs in closer to his head, and buried his face in her muff, lapping his tongue

around, searching for her clitoris.
She tried frantically to pull away, shouting, but the sling gave her no leverage. "Get away from me!"
Otto, knowing his superior strength, paid no mind to her appeals. In fact, he took his other two tentacles and used them to hold her still. An exasperated but muffled voice arose from her crotch "Maybe if you'd quit squirming and whining, and just relaxed, you might enjoy it!"
He continued to search with his tongue until he found the little button between her legs. He proceeded to lap at it the way a kitten laps at a saucer of milk.
She jerked when he found it, and suddenly held still as the sensation made her skin seem to tighten a size. The pain she ws feeling receded a little in the face of this new feeling.
"Ah-hah! There we go! Looks like you've changed your tune now, eh? I knew it was only a matter of time, but you held out longer than all the others. I knew you'd give in... they all do in the end. They. All. Do."
Otto thought to himself "Enough digression! Focus!" and went back to the task at hand.
She moaned slightly, trying not to give in to the pleasure that he was causing. She couldn't enjoy this. It would make him right about her.
He continued to stimulate her pleasure button. He lapped at it, he drew circles on it, he drew circles around the outside edge, just barely not touching it, to drive her wild. He did figure eights. He sucked on it. He even nibbled on it gently. Her mind was dissolving under the sensation, and she rocked her hips against him, mindlessly needing more. After a few minutes, he pulled away to catch his breath. "So... you still want me to get away from you?" he posed.
"Ah god, don't stop," was her breathless answer.
"Heh. That's what I suspected. Let's try something else, eh?"
She looked at him, panting slightly. Her face was slightly flushed. "What?"
Otto stopped and considered this for a while. "Well, I thought that I knew. But now that you're compliant, I'd even go so far as willing, it opens up the door to whole new avenues�. heh... opens up the door."
The knife's edge sensation was fading, and she just looked at him a moment. She'd given in. She'd let him do what he wanted, and... and she'd enjoyed it. She let her head fall forward, looking up to meet his eyes. "Anything you want, doctor."
"Hmm... the situation is ripe with possibilities right now... but I do think we should open up the door..."
The good Doctor walked his fingers down her crotch. They gently prodded their way through her outer labia, then her inner labia. He played around with his fingers on the track that led to her vagina. It was slippery... as slippery as... Otto smiled at the simile. As slippery as an octopus.
Her breath speed again, and she watched his hands, her eyes wide. She wanted to tell him no, to stop this, it was her body, damnit, but it would do no good, she knew and oh, it felt so good.
Otto took a breath. He gently slid two fingers into the warm chasm, exploring her cave... until his fingers hit something. He looked down at his hand. He wasn't even up to the second knuckle yet. It surely wasn't her back wall. And then it dawned on him. He glanced up at her face.
She was pale, staring at his fingers entering her. No one had ever touched her there before. It was uncomfortable, and yet.... She looked up at him and they met eyes for a second before Otto grinned that evil grin.
The Good Doctor gave a shove with his arm, and broke through her hymen, finally reaching her back wall. He proceeded to roughly move his arm in and out of her chasm, fucking her good with his fingers.
"A virgin, eh? Well, it's been a little while since I deflowered someone. Especially someone as impudent as you. Heh. You little bitch. Well, you know, your virtue is all gone now... you're just as good as a 2 bit whore."
She screamed when he pierced her, unprepared, jerking and clenching around his hand as her body tried to rid itself of the intrusion by reflex. "No, stop! Ah, god no..."
"Relaaaax" he said in a dark and velvety voice. "It won't hurt as much if you relax. In fact, it'll actually feel good." He reached up and petted her hair as he continued to fuck her with 2 fingers, in and out, endlessly stimulating her vagina.
"No, god, don't," she continued to plead, crying even as her body responded. "Please!"
"Please what?" he chided. Even though he could hear her saying no, he could feel her body saying yes. And he knew which one didn't lie.
"Please, stop!" she sobbed, struggling. "Please don't do this!"
"You know, I don't hear the magic words coming out of your mouth. You know my policy on this." He raised his free arm and backhanded her across the face again. "Also, weren't you begging for more just a few mere minutes ago? Well, this is more."
She gasped, reeling from the slap. "I didn't... I don't... doctor, please stop!"
"Hmm... let me think about it..." He continued with his hand. "...no!" He went at her even harder, really ramming his fingers in there.
A tentacle reaches out to the nightstand and grabs some lube off the top. He opens the cap with another tentacle, and pours it on his hand, angling it so some pours down into her pussy. Not missing a beat, he shoves another finger in her, fucks her for a little while and decides that she's loose enough for four... or, at least, he'll *make* her loose enough.
It wasn't pleasure anymore, just pain as he stretched her wider, and she screamed for him to stop, fighting against the harness and the cuffs.
He took a tentacle, and broadsided her upside the face, to make her stop struggling. "BE STILL!" he roared.
She went still, breathing heavily, trying to keep her crying silent even as blood dripped from her lip again... "Please, please, stop, doctor," she moaned softly.
Ignoring her request, while fucking her with 4 fingers, he started talking to her. "Heh... that's better... you're such a pretty little pet, you know that? Such a kinky little one too. I mean, you may say no, but I know you like it. Your body doesn't lie, you know. Heh... you're such a pretty little whore... such a curvy little slut. You'd probably take it all night long, wouldn't you. In fact, perhaps sometime we'll have to try that. I'll fuck you all night long, for a long as I want, in any position I want. And, you know, since you're such a little tramp, I bet you'd like to fuck a group. Perhaps I'll have to bring the rest of the Sinister Six over here some night. I know that they're dying for some good pussy like you. They'll fill up every hole in your body, all at once."
She shuddered, closing her eyes. "No, oh god no, please no, please, just stop..."
Octavius broke out into a sinister, maniacal, mad laugh. Through his chuckling, he asked "And if I do, then what?" He grinned, wanting to know what kind of insanities she had thought up.
"Oh god, please," she sobbed. "Just let me go. I've never done anything to deserve this..."
"Oh, you haven't have you? Did you ever laugh at someone else's expense? Did you ever pick on the nerdy kid in school, or not defend him if you saw him being picked on? Did you ever not stand up for a child when you saw them being yelled at by their parents, thinking their parenting style was not your business? If you've done any of these things, then, yes, you deserve this." he said callously, while pounding her all the harder.
"No!" she cried. "I'm not... ah, god it hurts, please stop, please!"
"I find that hard to believe" Ock replied coldly. He looked down at her pussy, and stopped. She gave a sigh of relief. "Oh, the fun's just getting started!" He poured some more lube in her pussy, and proceeded to bring his

thumb into his palm, pointing his hand much like his tentacles. He then shoved his hand into her cunt, struggling a bit to get past his knuckles, until finally his entire hand was in her pussy.
She screamed as she was stretched too far and her skin tore, arching her back and trying to get away. "NO! AAH!" She felt as if she'd black out, it hurt so bad.
He simply laughed his megalomaniacal laugh and flexed his fingers around inside her hot, tight chasm. He laughed long, he laughed loud, and he laughed with such a clarity that any passerby would be chilled to the bone.
She could feel his hand moving inside her, and she writhed in pain, trying to force him out. It felt as if he were splitting her in half.
Otto simply poured more lube in, and started pumping his fist back and forth, giving it to her as much as he could at the time. Her pussy was tight... too tight... and it hurt his hand. Still, it was worth it.
"Oh, what a little slut you are. Look at that! I can put my entire fist inside of you. And I don't have small hands. You little fucking slut, that's all you are... that's all you're good for. Just fuck and be fucked. Yep. You like it... you like it so much. I can feel it. Little tramps like you like to be fucked like this, don't they?" He grinned his terrible grin.
"Gaaah, no, god it hurts!" she gasped. Her mind was whirling, made mad by pain and panic. She was a good person, had always been a good person, she wasn't a.... "Please, god, STOP!"
"Oh, that's very flattering of you, but I'm not God. I'm merely the Good Doctor." he continued pumping with his fist. "In fact, right about now, I'm betting that you're thinking that there isn't a god. You'd probably be right. But then, who am I to say? At least, there's no deus ex machina that's going to get you out of THIS situation."
Her blood streaked his hand, and her tears streaked her face as she let her head fall back, feeling blackness threaten. The pain was consuming her, and his words cut deep. No one would save her.
He continued to fuck her with his hand for a while, adding more lube so his hand didn't hurt so much. He got quiet and fell into a rhythm, with only the unique sounds of sexual activity and the sounds of her sobbing keeping the

room from complete silence.
She hung limp in the harness, crying brokenly. She hurt so much, and he wasn't stopping, no matter how she pleaded or begged. She'd never been so completely helpless before in her life.
After about five more minutes of this, he decided he wanted to try something else. Pulling his hand out abruptly, he wiped it off on her skirt, and unhooked her from the bonds of the sling. He used his tentacles to keep her from trying to escape, while walking her towards the wall with hooks coming out of it. "Come with me, you little tramp" he said.
She could barely stand, and she tried as hard as she could to pull free, panic overcoming the pain of torn muscles and split flesh. "No.... please, no more!"
"Oh, yes, there's plenty more to come, my pretty little pet. There's PLENTY more to come." He let her over to the hooks on the wall, regarded them for a minute, but seemed to change his tactics a bit. He used a tentacle to force her down on her knees, and took another and took her neck in it's sharp pincers. He walked over to her, so that her face was mere inches from his hips, and said calmly to her "unzip my pants."
She cringed backwards, trying to pull away from the actuator's cold grip. He tightened his grasp around her neck, enough to make it quite uncomfortable for her. "I'll repeat myself only once. Unzip my pants."
She grimaced, but made to do as she was bid, reaching for the zipper. Stalling, she pulled it down slowly, averting her eyes.
"You know what I'm going to ask you next, don't you." Swallowing, she nodded faintly, as much as the grip on her neck would allow. "What am I going to ask you next?"
She swallowed again. "You're going to ask me to... to take it out."
"Yes," he answered calmly, in that deep, rich voice of his. "Go on."
She kept her eyes averted as she slid her hand into his fly. She didn't want to, but the claw on her neck was no idle threat. She flinched when she touched his penis, and drew it out with her finger tips, touching it as little as possible.
"Very good" he said in a disturbingly calm voice. "Do you know what I'm going to ask you to do now?"
Her eyes flicked up to his face, wide and fearful. "No, please..."
"No, please, you don't know, or no, please, you know and you don't want to? Oh, and don't forget the magic word. Remember how pretty I said your hair was earlier? It would be a shame if you lost some of it." he grinned a giant, maniacal grin.
"Please, don't make me do this, doctor..." she pleaded. Her voice was rough from screaming.
He tightened his tentacle around her neck even more, to the point that it was starting to become difficult to breathe. Regarding her in an eerily calm manner, hands folded in front of his chest, he replied "I see you in absolutely no position to bargain. Now, tell me what I'm going to have you do next. NOW!"
Her breath whistled, and she could barely force the words out, for more than one reason. "You want me to... to suck your cock." Her voice was very small.
He loosened his grip, just enough so that she could breathe normally again. "What was that? I couldn't hear you." Half a smirk spread across the left side of his face.
"You want me to suck your cock," she said, a little louder, looking down again.
Reaching a tentacle out, he grabbed hold of her hair and yanked her head backwards... hard. "You forgot something at the end, my dear." Letting go of her hair, he folded his arms tightly across his chest and glared down at her.
"Doctor," she added fearfully, ducking her head again.
"Ok, now put it all together now. I know you can do this. You're reasonably intelligent." he prodded.
"Youwantmetosuckyourcock, doctor," she said, getting the words out of her mouth as fast as she could, as though they tasted foul.
"That was pitiful. Truly pitiful." He looked down at her with disappointment and disgust. "For that you will pay. But I won't do it just yet. No. I'll let you think about it. In fact, I won't even tell you how. Not until I do it will you know. Even better. That way, you'll have all KINDS of terrible things going through your head. However, I digress."
"You know what to do." He unfolded his arms and instead folded his hands at about waist height and closed his eyes and nodded at her, allowing her to begin.
She bit her lip, and finally looked at his penis. She was pale and terrified, but she opened her mouth hesitantly, forcing herself not to pull away as she closed her lips around the head of it.
A contented sigh left his vocal chords, and a blissful smile covered his face. "Mmmmm..." He took a couple of deep breaths, just enjoying the moment.
"Mmmmm... go on. Do you know what to do from here?"
She shook her head slightly, shutting her eyes tightly.
"No? You've never done this before?" Otto looked surprised, shocked even.
She released him, drawing back slightly. "No," she told him softly.
"Hmm." He seemed to consider this for a second, then shrugged. "There's a first time for everything." Continuing, he gave her directions, talking to her like he was an instructor in a class, teaching a chemistry lab. "Put your mouth around it, then move my penis in and out of your mouth. Sucking on it is good. Licking it is good. The head and underside of it where the head meets the shaft is especially sensitive. Be creative. Be gentle. You'll figure more out as you go. Now... go on."
She shook as she bent forward again, taking him once again into her mouth. She drew more in, slowly, sucking a little. The taste almost made her gag, unfamiliar and strong. Carefully, she moved her tongue along the underside.
"Mmmm... ohhhh..." he moaned. "God... does that feel good." He straightened up a little, trying to regain composure. "Uh... that's very good. Continue."
She took in more, as deep as she could without gagging, and pulled her tongue up the shaft and she pulled back, almost releasing it and then engulfing it again.
She pulled off, and shuddered once before continuing, licking the head of it, avoiding the littlt slit and then ducking to lick down the underside.
If she did a good job, she thought, he'd stop for now. Give her a chance to escape. She pressed her mouth to the base of his penis, where he'd said it was most sensitive, and nibbled the flesh there.
"Oh, good... oh, yessssss..." He moaned. He could feel the pressure mounting in his crotch, the pleasure building and mounting. Hopping off the chair, he stood on 2 feet while putting his hips into it, rocking back and forth, fucking her sweet, tight mouth. "Remember when I told you earlier how you were going to be punished for your mediocrity? Well, what I'm about to do wouldn't have happened had you done a good job then." He paused, waiting to see her reaction.
Her eyes flicked up to him again, and he could see the fear in them as she tried to pull back.

He put his hands on either side of her head and forced her head farther onto his throbbing cock. He wrapped some of her hair around both of his hands, so he could pull her head out or push it in as he saw fit. "Remember when I mentioned deep throating? Well, you're about to get a crash course in it!"
He pushed her head all the way onto his cock, so that her nose bumped his belly and her lips touched his mound. He could feel her gag, but he didn't care. He pulled her head back, slowly, and then suddenly thrust his hips forward, making her take it all the way to the hilt. She choked on his cock, and pushed his thighs, trying to shove him away. "Nuh-uh. You're going to take it. You're going to take it all, and I'm going to give it to you. I'll give it to you as hard as I want, as deep as I want, for as long as I want. Because this is about me. Not about you. No more Dr. Nice Guy." He pulled his hips back slowly again and then suddenly thrust them forward, making her gag.
She was crying, which made her throat work around his cock, her eyes squeezed shut as her mouth was stretched around it. "Ooh... that feels

good. I'd give you a tip how not to gag when you do this, but you know? The gagging feels good. And, as I said earlier, this *is* your punishment. Remember, had you responded in a manner in which I wished for you to respond, none of this would be happening. It's All. Your. Fault."
He moaned, the tension in his groin growing greater. "You know, you keep this up like this, and I might just cum in your mouth. Or perhaps I'll pull out and cum all over your face. Yes... I bet you're the kind of girl that likes the health spa. Well, then, a semen facial would be perfect, eh?" She tried to shake her head, making frantic little noises of protest around him.

He tightened his grip on her head, stopping her from moving it. "Stop making extraneous movements. Concentrate on the task at hand. This is your problem, Miss..." It was in this moment that he realized he didn't know her name. "Miss. This is why you could never be my lab assistant. You get far too distracted from the task at hand." His groin felt like it was about to explode, and he knew that orgasm wasn't far off.
She could barely breathe, trying as hard as she could not to retch. If she threw up, she didn't know what he'd do, but she didn't want to find out. Her jaw burned from being forced open, and she could feel him twitching, deep in her throat. She struggled against the tentacle still wrapped around her throat, wanting desperately to pull away.
Otto had held back long enough. It was time. "Oh, God... I'm about to come. And you're going to keep sucking. You're going to let me come in your mouth, and your going to to keep sucking my dick, as I shoot my load down your pretty little throat, and you're going to milk me dry. Do you understand?" His legs started to go shaky, and instantaneously his free tentacles shot down to support him.
She swallowed convulsively in fear, which didn't help matters. Her eyes were on his, frantic and pleading. Her stomach turned at the thought of his semen in her mouth, her throat, and she trembled, trying harder to pull away before he could climax, her muscles straining with the effort. She couldn't do this, couldn't stand the thought.
He could feel her struggling, and took his fourth tentacle and used it to keep her head on his dick. He looked down as he did it and the sight was more than he could handle. "AAAAAHHH!!!" he screamed as he came, his dick twitching and spurting. After a couple of spurts, he pulled out quickly and the rest of his load ended up shooting all over her face, covering the already pale skin with milky white semen.
She choked again, and had to swallow as he pulled out. She squeezed her eyes shut tight as he covered her face, trying desperately to turn away, crying out in shock and humiliation. "No, don't!"
"Heh heh heh heh heh" he laughed sinisterly.
Worn out and in post-orgasmic bliss, he walked over and collapsed on the bed, still holding onto her with a tentacle. Using another one of his metal appendages, he reached out to the cage in the corner, unlocked it, and opened the door. He led her over to the cage, and right before putting her inside, he used a third tentacle to cut off her skirt, leaving her completely naked. Throwing her inside the cage, he shut the door and locked it, allowing him to relax without having to worry about her escaping... or attempting escape.
The cage was tall and narrow, so she had to stand or else sit with her legs folded under her. She had to lean against the bars to hold herself up, still feeling the pain of the fisting she'd received earlier. She slumped against them, staring out at her captor. She scrubbed at her face with her hand, trying to get clean.
The good Doctor just laid there, breathing in and out, still feeling the warm fuzzy feeling that comes after orgasm. After a minute or 2 went by, he said to his captive "Don't get too comfortable. I still haven't fucked you with my dick. I'll let you think about that for a while." At this he went silent, and pretty soon, a gentle snoring could be heard coming from his direction.
She wrapped her arms around herself, shivering in the quiet room. She couldn't quite grasp everything that had happened to her. Her mind spun, trying to make sense of it all. But none of this made any sense. She'd never done anything to deserve being treated like this. She hurt everywhere, bruised and bloody, but worst was in her mind. She'd enjoyed what he'd done at first, before he'd really begun hurting her.
Was he right? Was she a pervert?
She wasn't perfectly innocent. She'd had male friends before. But her beliefs had kept her from letting them go to far. She'd never been touched below the waist by a man before. And now... She shifted. It hurt so badly. Was it supposed to hurt this much? She was sure it wasn't, but she was also sure that you weren't supposed to put your whole hand up there, either. Had he done permanent damage?
She sank down, kneeling with her forehead against the bars. They were cool against her skin, and it felt good as she cried, trying not to make any noise and wake him up. Her throat burned, and she had to force herself to stop crying to be able to breathe. She knelt there, getting herself under control, and something caught her eye. There was a length of wire, stuck under the edge of the cage. Just a few inches long. She slipped her hand out between the bars, and wriggled it free, then looked at the lock.
Pulling herself back to her feet, she stuck the wire into the lock, hoping she'd be able to manage to pick it. They always could in the movies. She wriggled it around, and thought she could feel something begin to give. She worked at it harder, and got the lock open just as he woke up.
Blinking his eyes blearily, he sat up and noticed her trying to escape. Instantly he was awake, adrenaline coursing through his body. "Nice try, but you aren't going anywhere, my pretty little pet." He used his tentacles to take the wire from her hands and to slap the lock back on the door. "Of course, you will receive a punishment for that. But right now, I am going to continue my repose." Almost as an afterthought, he reached in a drawer and pulled out a bottle of water. Opening the door just wide enough for the bottle to pass through, he used a tentacle to put it inside the cage. "Don't worry... it's not poisoned." he said groggily before turning over and going back to sleep.
She clutched the bottle, trying not to break down and cry again. She'd been so close... She opened it, taking small sips to sooth her burning throat, and then she slid down the bars, curling on her side onto the small floor of her cage, curled around the cool bottle. There was nothing she could do...
She wept as silently as she could, curled tightly in on herself, fearing the pain and humiliation that were sure to come when he woke up again. Her sex ached, little shooting pains that made her twitch, but as she lay there, it eased slightly.
After about an hour, Otto stirred and sat up. Blinking the sleep out of his eyes, he found his captive curled up on the floor of the cage. "I see you didn't attempt elopement this time. That's good." He looked down at the water bottle next to her. "But you didn't drink all your water. I need you to drink all of it. It has medicine in it. It will help heal the damage you've received today, as well as alleviate the pain."
She blinked at him, sitting up quickly, and looked at the water. "It's drugged?"
"Yes. With an analgesic. Aspirin." He smiled at her. "I'm going to get some refreshment. I will return in 10 minutes. I expect you to have ingested the rest of that water by that point. Or else." He used his tentacles to unlock the locks at the top of the door frame, and left the room, locking it again with locks from the outside.
She looked at the water, tempted to pour it out. But he'd know. She knew he'd know. So she drank it, and used just a little, cupped in her hand, to wash her face and between her legs. Clean, she felt a little more human. Warmth began to enter her again, and she stood up, waiting for him to return.
In precisely ten minutes he returned, finishing off a sandwich. In one of his tentacles, he carried two plastic sandwich bags, one with baby carrots and the other with blocks of white cheddar cheese. Entering the room, he noticed her standing. "I see you have cleaned yourself. I suppose that is acceptable. I brought you nourishment. Eat it. You will need it to heal." Reaching through the bars with a tentacle, he handed her the baggies.
She looked at the food, skeptical. "Is this drugged too?"
Octavius sighed, exasperated. "No. Besides, all that water had in it was aspirin. Here... fine, I'll prove it." He took the bags back, shook them vigorously to randomize the contents, and took out both a carrot and a wedge of cheese and ate them. "See? Now if they were drugged with anything harmful, would I be eating them? Of course not." He thrust the bags back at her. "Eat."
She took them, watching him suspiciously, but she was hungry... Eventually, she succumbed, eating the food quickly, with nervous little gestures. She watched him the whole time, not saying anything.
When she was almost done eating, he reached out with a tentacle and started gently playing with her hair. "That's a good pet. Good girl. You can be such a good little girl sometimes, why can't you be like that all the time? Why do you have to make things difficult, my little toy?" He regarded her the entire time, his eyes burning a hole through her despite his dark glasses.
"Because I don't want to be here," she spat. "I'm not going to make things easy for you."
"I suppose that's fair enough," he replied. He used his hands to unlock the cage, and then reached in with his tentacles and pulled her out.
He stood behind her, her arms forced uncomfortably behind her back, her wrists in a death grip by his tentacles. He slowly leaned in closer to her, head tucking conveniently on top of her shoulder, his inky black hair cascading down the front of her delicate, almost porcelain chest. He whispered in her ear with a cold, firm precision. "By the time that I am finished, I will own you. I will have complete and utter possession of you. Mind, body and soul. There will be NOTHING that you will not do for me. There will be nothing of you that does not belong to me. There will be nowhere inside of you, physically or mentally, that I can not go. You. Will Belong. To Me."
She turned her face away from him, trying not to hear his words. They terrified her, chilling her to the depth of her soul. She shivered, trying not to give in to it. "You're insane," she said clearly.
He considered this for a second, tilting his head slightly. "Perhaps." he admitted. Letting go of her hands, his lips still being mere millimeters away from her ear, he spoke in a quiet and controlled voice. "Get on the bed."
She didn't move, straightening her shoulders and resisting. She would not do anything willingly to help him.
He straightened up and took a step back. A tentacle, glistening and dangerous, slithered up from his side and arched itself up near his face. Turning his head, he looked straight at it. It opened up and snapped itself shut loudly, the terrible sound of metal meeting metal sounding sharply in his ears, and, he knew, hers as well. He turned his head back to look at her; the tentacle turned as well and opened, regarding her with its sensors.
The Octopus repeated himself with the same quiet, eerily calm voice as before. "Get on the bed."
She flinched at the implied threat. She knew that those tentacles could tear her open. Moving slowly and hating herself for it, she moved over to the bed and sat on the edge of it, covering herself with her hands.
He flowed over to her and sat down by her side on the bed. "Kiss me," he commanded simply. "Kiss me as if you mean it."
She stiffened, willing herself not to pull away. Even mindful of the actuators, and of the damage they could do, she turned to him, leaning in reluctantly. She closed her eyes as her closed lips touched his, as lightly as she could.
"As if. You mean it." he repeated, his words growing stiffer.
She opened her eyes to look at him, her eyes pleading, but she didn't protest, and the next kiss was warmer, her lips pressed against his.
"Mmmm..." he purred, the tension inside starting to break the way ice thaws on a frozen river once spring comes. He reached a tentacle around to the back of her head and held it gently but firmly, the way a bipedal lover would with their hands.
Tears stung her eyes as she kissed him, and she shut them as something low in her stomach began to tighten. Her mind railed against what was

happening, but she maintained the kiss, her mouth soft against his.
Suddenly, he used the tentacle to force her head closer to his, and violently plunged his tongue into her mouth, beginning to wrestle her tongue with intensity. She fought reflexively, but accepted it after a moment, making herself respond. Her tongue twisted around his, though she couldn't force herself to seek a way past it into his mouth. She'd kissed and been kissed before, though not so forcefully. His tongue continued to invade her mouth, poking and prodding and taking over. "Remember..." he hissed into her warm orifice, "You. Belong. To ME." On "me", he reached down and roughly shoved his hand into her warm cunt, attacking her body from two fronts.
She jerked, crying out as he invaded her torn body again, but her body took its own initiative, moving against his hand, tightening around it. In and out his hand went, as he claimed her pussy again, made it his own. His tongue probed deeper and more forcefully in her mouth, exploring every last centimeter. Two tentacles reached out to the night stand... one picking up a large white candle, the other picking up a lighter.
She didn't see what his tentacles were doing, as her eyes closed and she submitted to his assault on her body. They flew open when her hips began to move, meeting the rhthym his hand set, blindly seeking more sensation. It still hurt, but she was frightened to feel pleasure, too. Her heart sped up and her skin warmed as she tried to pull away from the kiss, from his hand, to stop this.
Otto could feel her trying to pull away. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" he roared. "YOU DON'T SEEM TO GET IT, DO YOU?!? YOU. BELONG. TO ME, NOW!" He stopped for a moment, breathing heavy. When he continued, his voice was quieter, but hadn't lost any of its edge. "In fact, I think you need to be reminded of this. Now, lay down on the bed, face up, spread eagle."
She cringed away from him, but obeyed slowly, stilling the trembling in her limbs as she lay down, staring at the ceiling. "That's a good girl. That's my pet." Octavius said in a voice as smooth as silk. 4 tentacles reached up and cuffed her down to the bed. Using his hands, he lit the candle with the lighter, and used the lighter's flame to melt some of the wax.
"Now... do you know what is coming next, my pet?" he questioned, smiling at her. It was a warm smile, which made it seem all the more insidious.
Her eyes fixed on the flame, which seemed less dangerous than the smile, and she shivered. "You're... are you going to burn me?" she asked in a small voice.
"Yes, but I have a feeling not in the manner in which you are thinking." Ock brought his face closer to her own, and stared her deep in her eyes... a gaze that penetrated beyond his dark goggles. A gaze that cut through the soul. "You are most likely thinking I am going to use the flame. This is incorrect. That would be cruel. I am many things, but never, never cruel." he intoned in a terrifingly calm voice. "Correct?"
She blinked at him, afraid to answer. Did he want her to lie to him? Would he punish her if she did? Or was it the truth that he would punish her for?
Otto stood, tall and regal, arms folded behind his back, looking down at her almost disdainfully via the end of his nose, tentacles snaking slowly yet ceaselessly, waiting for her answer. His face was near blank, giving no hints as to what the correct answer would be.
"No, doctor," she said, looking back at the ceiling and hoping it was the right response. "You're not cruel."
His eyes narrowed behind his goggles at her response. An eyebrow raised, signifying an idea that had just popped into his consciousness.
Using a tentacle, he reached over to the light switch and turned the dimmer way down, leaving the room at dusk, with only the candle to brighten the near-darkness. Another tentacle grabbed the candle and held it at a bit of a distance. Slowly, he bent down over her body, head ending up mere inches away from her face. As he bent down, he used a hand and slowly moved the goggles up on his face, exposing his eyes. He looked into hers piercingly and said in a cold, calm, almost inhuman voice, "Look me in the eyes and tell me that again."
Her voice shook slightly as she repeated herself, lying again and hoping it was the answer he wanted. "You aren't cruel, doctor." There was no honesty in her eyes, only fear.
Saying nothing, he climbed on the bed, kneeling beside her. He took a bio-arm and used it to hold back her breasts, exposing the flat smooth surface of her upper chest. Using his other bio-arm, he took the candle, positioned it over her chest, and tipped it sideways, the molten wax

spilling onto her skin. The wax was scalding, and she arched, crying out and trying to escape the pain. Tentacles immediately shot out to immobilize her. "BE STILL!" Ock commanded. Concentrating in the increased light caused by the candle flaring up, he moved his hand in a circle, creating an O on her chest with the hot clear wax.
She trembled, biting her lip to keep silent as the searing pain followed his movement, lingering for what felt like an eternity before fading to a dull burn. After finishing the O, he stopped and looked down at her, just watching her. She was breathing heavily, her chest shaking under the wax as it began to cool, pulling at the burns it left. "Ah..." she said. "Please, don't... no more."
Leaning over her, he gently stroked her hair with his hand. "Don't worry, my pretty little pet, just a little more, and then it will be done. And then we will be on to other, more enjoyable activities. I think you'll like what comes next." He smiled down at her, and resumed his position over her chest, slowly tipping the candle again, all the while watching the expressions on her face.
She couldn't stop herself from crying out again, her face a study in pain as she tipped it away from the light of the candle, clenching her eyes shut as she panted softly. Otto grinned at her expression as the hot wax poured onto her body. Carefully, he drew another O right next to the first one, the hot clear wax touching the white cooled wax. When he was done he used his tentacles to pull himself off the bed and stand up, observing his work.
He could see the skin redden through the wax as it cooled from transparency to translucense to opaque. She gritted her teeth as the pain began to fade to a manageable level, and looked up at him again.
"Please..." she moaned as her skin throbbed. "Please stop..."
He said nothing, merely stood there and watched her. After about a minute and a half, he shot a tentacle out to a drawer in his nightstand. Removing a mask from it, he placed it over her eyes, plunging her into total darkness.
Her breathing got faster, louder as she began to panic, pulling at the restraints. "No, please," she pleaded. "I can't see, please, take it

off..."
"I am saddened to find out that you aren't intelligent enough to realize that that is precisely the point, my dearest pet."
She heard the sounds of metal on metal as he rummaged in the drawer next to her, and her struggles increased. It was all somehow exponentially worse blind. Then she felt metal on her skin, cold and sharp, and she went very, very still. Very carefully, Octavius scraped off the wax from her chest, tentacle deftly maneuvering the dagger on her skin, with just enough pressure that it scraped her chest ever so slightly. She barely even breathed, though she gasped once when the blade nicked the sensitive burns.
She swallowed hard, trying to stay in control.
Otto looked down at his handiwork, the double Os making the infinity symbol that was his personal talisman. Smiling, he took the dagger in his hands and ran the tip blade over her chest idly. "Hmmmm..." he purred. "I think it's time." She shuddered, her skin crawling at the slight cutting draw of the blade. She moved her head, trying to dislodge the mask so she could at least see.
Slowly, regally, he pulled his goggles back down over his eyes, while using one tentacle to immobilize her head, another to unbutton his coat, and a third to bring the lights back up.
She pulled against the tentacle, whimpering slightly, afraid. "Please," she asked. "Doctor, what are you doing?"
"Whatever I wish." was his acerbic reply. In silence he continued to unbutton his greatcoat, working the large buttons now with his hands. A few moments later, after the last button was unbuttoned, he quietly slipped it off his broad shoulders, using a tentacle to place it over the back of the roller chair. All she could hear was the rustling of cloth, and she shivered as she lay there, blind and completely exposed.

*What was he doing?* Her mind raced, every inch of her body tense and waiting for the next intrusion. She thought she knew what he was about to do, but her mind shied away from that, even after all he had already done. He continued undressing, letting the tentacles remove his shirt. He worked his belt buckle with his hands, unhooking the latch, and then, on a whim, pulling out the belt, and, with one hand, sent the leather whizzing down across her chest. She shouted, arching up off the bed in reaction to the sudden pain. Her skin reddened almost instantly, a stripe across her breasts, below the Os.
He threw his belt over onto the chair, joining the shirt and the shiny greatcoat. Sitting down, he allowed his tentacles to remove his boots and his socks, and then took his time taking off his pants. Like a spring coiling tightly, his muscles were already getting tense, storing energy, his mind anticipating what was to come. The bulge in his pants disappeared when his pants did, revealing an already hard cock.
She strained to hear what he was doing when suddenly, she felt something soft and wet on her side, just by the point of her hip. She twisted away from it automatically. Bending over her, Otto closed his eyes, stuck out his tongue, and ran it up her side, from her hip to just below her armpit. Using the tentacles for balance, he switched sides and did it again on the other side.
Going for a third time, he started right above her pubic hair and ran his rough tongue over her belly, between her breasts, over her chest, up her neck, over her chin, and finally ending with his tongue in her mouth, caressing her own. She couldn't stop him, and the caresses made her body respond again, her nipples standing up.
Kissing her aroused a desire in him that he couldn't hold back any longer. Placing his hands firmly on her hips, he took his dick, positioned it, and thrust into her hard, watching her face for her reaction. She screamed, though more in shock. Her pussy was still too stretched to resist his entry. She writhed, trying desperately to get away. "No, no, no, no..." she babbled, trying to close her thighs. *Ah god,* screamed her mind. *No, this can't be happening!*

"Yes, yes, yes, yes..." he countered. "Once again, relax. This time I *know* you will like it." he said. The stressed word reached her, and she tensed, wondering what he meant by that. He pulled out slowly, almost the whole way, before swiftly thrusting it in again, all the way to the hilt.
She couldn't relax, tense around him, almost tight despite the earlier abuse. But as he thrust, her body began to move against him, betraying her. She couldn't stop it, her face contorted in frustration and unwilling arousal.
In and out he thrust, the feeling rising in his body more and more with each thrust. "Ohhhhh..." he moaned, eyes closed tightly, the primal instinct having been released in him. She moaned as well, her hips lifting to take him deeper as her resistance began to splinter.
"Oh? Now you start to like it, eh? That's because you're nothing but a little slut. My mother always warned me about girls like you. Dirty girls that were jealous of my accomplishments, of my mind. Naughty little, no good, nasty little tarts like yourself, trying to bring me down. Well, it's time I brought one of them down instead. And by them, I mean you. You dirty little whore. Only sick little cunts like you like being raped."
"Noo..." she tried to protest. She wasn't like that. She was good, she'd never... But the words wouldn't come out. What came out instead were breathless pants as her body arched up against him, seeking more contact, more friction... All she could think of was a blinding need for something, and she wasn't sure what. "M... more..." she gasped, despite herself.
"You see what I mean? Not only do you like it, you want more. No normal person wants more when she's being raped. Only sick little, messed up, perverted little hussies like you actually like it. In fact, I bet you'd like it nice and hard, wouldn't you?"
Pulling out slowly, he thrust his cock back in her slick chasm as hard as he could, his hips slamming into her thigh bones. Pulling out again, he repeated the process. And then again. And again. And again.
She cried out as she began to buck against him, her body on the edge of something tremendous. She forgot that it was rape, trying to reach for him despite the restraints. Seeing her arousal mounting, he pulled out and looked down at her, writhing, wanting more. He waited a moment, waiting for her to cry out, to speak.
"Ah god," she breathed panting. "Please, don't stop now..." Her body needed his. She felt she would die if he left her like this. He continued to stand above her, just watching her, waiting for her to beg, to plead some more.
"This is about MY pleasure, remember?" he retorted, and waited for her response. He knew she'd still beg. And that was okay by him.
She lifted her hips towards him, begging for release. "Please, doctor, you can't... leave me like this..." Her body was flushed, slick with sweat. "I... need..."
An amused chuckle left Octavius's lips as he stared down at her. "Oh, I can't, can I?" he retorted. Pausing for a moment, he decided to try another tactic. "You need what? TELL ME WHAT YOU NEED!!!"
She tried desperately to think, unconsciously licking her lips. "I need you in me.... hard.... ah god please..." If she didn't get relief soon, she thought her heart might burst, so loud was her pulse in her ears.
The good Doctor went thoughtful for a minute, before replying. "No. I know what *YOU* need. It's the same thing depraved little sluts such as yourself always need. You need to be taken from behind. You need to know the shame in knowing that you're too ugly to even look at, that the only thing you're good for is your pussy. Am I right? Yesssss."
Swiftly, he unhooked her arms and legs from the bondage points. "You are aware that I do own you now, correct? In fact, to prove this point, I'm going to leave you unchained. I'm going to ask you to get on all fours, and to turn around, and you're going to do it, because you want nothing more than to pleasure me, than to please me, than to have my cock in your tight little pussy. Because I. Own. You."
There was something horribly, horribly wrong, but she couldn't remember what as she hurried to obey, desperate only to complete what had been started. Her face burned, feeling the shame of the position, but she hardly cared.
Ock reached around with a tentacle and removed her eye covering, letting her see again. He grabbed her ample hips with his hands, and once again thrust into her. Looking over to the side, he instructed her to look as well.
She turned her head, and caught her breath. It was a mirror, full length. She could see everything. His cock sliding into her. She looked away, not wanting to see it even as she backed against him.
"WATCH THE MIRROR!" Otto roared. He picked up the pace, thrusting as hard as he could, in and out, in and out in rapid succession. She snapped to obey, trying to match his pace, and in moments she was panting again, her body arching in release as she shuddered in orgasm.
"Mmm... that's a good girl. That's my little slut." he purred, all the while not slowing down his pace.
She tried to stay focused on the mirror, her eyes glued to the image of him over her, joined to her, her juices running down the backs of her legs and glistening on his cock each time he pulled it out. She found she couldn't look away as sensation built again, making her moan and rock harder against him. Of its own volition, one hand lifted off the bed, leaving the other to support her while it went between her legs, rubbing her clit in time with his thrusts.
"Look at that. You can't get enough, can you? Not only is one orgasm enough, not only is my cock not enough, but now you're rubbing your clitoris as well. What will it take to satiate you? Something in each of your holes? Or perhaps you need to be fucked by a whole group of men, your pussy being filled all night long."
Ock got thoughtful for a moment while he continued to thrust. "Or perhaps it's not cock at all you want. Is it? No... I have an idea. Perhaps it's another woman. Maybe you need a dyke. Some sultry little bitch, playing with your breasts as you play with hers? The love that dare not speak its name indeed!"
"No!" she gasped, startled. She jerked her hand away, shocked at what she had been doing.
"It's ok," he purred. "Feels good when you touch yourself, doesn't it? Had you ever done that before? Why does something tell me that your answer will be no?"
Wanting to last longer, he started to slow down his pace a bit. "Tell me how it feels when you touch yourself. Tell the good Doctor here all about it."
Her mind began to return, and her cheeks burned shamefully. "I've done it before...."
"Interesting... extrapolate. Tell me about the times you've done it before." His pace continued to drop, until his thrusts became slow and leisurely.
She shuddered, her body still moving against his, looking for further release. She couldn't believe she was doing this. He was right. She was a whore and a slut and a pervert. "I... ah... all the time."
"Really?" Ock interjected with mock horror and surprise. "A good little girl like you? I would have never guessed. I am simply appalled." A low broad smile spread across his face, and a chuckle originating from deep within his belly spilled out from his lips. "Well, then, if you've done it so much, it should be easy to recall the details of some of the incidents. Please, do tell."
She tried to obey him, to think. Panting, she spoke. "The first time.. I was... oh god, harder, please."
"I see I finally have an excellent bargaining chip with you. That is, other than your very life. Continue... and I will contemplate thrusting harder."
"Didn't know what I was doing... In the bath. I touched myself, and it felt good... and... I kept doing it."
Picking up the pace a tiny bit, Otto asked, "And how old were you when this happened?"
"Sixteen..." She lowered her head, letting her hair fall to hide her face.
"Hmm... and how old are you now, my pet?" Continuing to thrust faster, a subtle moan escaped his lips.
Her back arched as she pressed back against him. "Ah... ah.... ah... thirty..." She couldn't believe she was doing this. Something inside her was breaking, shattering with the shame of wanting, no, needing something so degrading from her rapist.
"Hmm... that's 14 years. Nearly 15 if you haven't had your birthday yet this year. I bet you've gotten pretty good at it by now." Otto pulled out, slowly. "Show me."
She whimpered at the loss. "Please... Doctor..."
He turned her around, meeting her gaze straight on. In a calm but firm voice, he insisted "Show. Me."
Erin pleaded with him with her eyes. She couldn't believe she was doing this. "Please, I can't..."
"Oh..." he chuckled. "15 years tells me you *can*." A beat, then, swift as lightning, a tentacle shot out around her throat, "Show me you little slut, or you won't make it through the next hour. Interpret that however you like." The tentacle snaked back, as fast as it came.
She gasped, and lay back slowly, opening her legs. She didn't look at him as she began, rubbing her clit with two fingers, her other hand on her knee.
She was awkward at first, under scrutiny, but gradually got into it, rubbing faster as her breath came faster. The free hand slid down, her fingers teasing across her opening as she hit the peak of sensation that she'd known before, the one that he'd dwarfed just minutes ago.
He sat and watched her, studiously, as if he was watching an experiment. "Hmm... exactly what I suspected. The only women who do it like that are the tramps who walk the street. If you've been doing it like that on your own all those years... well... I guess it tells alot about what kind of person you are, now doesn't it, hmm?"
She cringed at his words, and her hands stopped as she curled in on herself. "I'm not a slut," she murmured.

*SMACK!* went his hand across her face. "What was that?!? I couldn't hear you!" he spit out angrily.
"I'm not a slut!" she said louder. Her voice was shaking. At this point, she barely believed herself.

*SMACK!* "I'm sorry... I must have misheard you... I thought it sounded like you said that you weren't a slut. I must have been mistaken, though. Could you please repeat what you said?" he taunted.
"I'm not..." She paused, and dropped her head again, holding her bruised cheek. "Nothing, Doctor."
"That's a good girl. That's my little tramp." he crooned while brushing her hand away from her cheek so he could stroke it. "Now... back on your hands and knees. I have a job to finish."
She rose back into the position, trying not to show how desperate she was for him. "What... what have you done to me?" she panted.
"Oh no! You can't blame *me* for this, you little harlot. It's not *my* fault you're a greedy little slut. Maybe you should have thought of something like this all those years you were diddling your little clitoris. Because, you know, this *is* the inevitable end of such wanton acts."
She could feel her defenses crumbling. Something in her told her that he was lying, but it was drowned out by her body, which wanted to believe everything he said.
He was positioned behind her at this point. "Now... ask me for it." he commanded in a no-nonsense tone of voice.
She resisted as long as she could, but it was still only a few breaths before she moaned. "Please, Doctor..."
"Yes?"
"Please, I need you."
"Need me?"
She made a frustrated sound. "I need you in me now," she pleaded.
"Ok."
She heard a clicking sound and then felt cold metal between her legs, entering her. She tried to look back and see what he was doing, lurching forward to escape it.
"What?" he played dumb. "You said you needed me in you, so I'm entering you. Is something wrong?"
"No!" she said when she saw the tentacle poised there. "No, not that! It's too big!"
"Oh." A beat, and then "Well then, tell me what you desire."
Her head dropped to the bed. "I want you in me," she said in a small voice.
"And I tried to put myself in you, but then you said no. I'm confused. Tell me what it is you want."
"That's not you!" she protested.
"Yes, it is." he replied quietly, but with conviction. "They're as much a part of me as anything else."
"I mean, I mean..." She turned bright red, and gestured between his legs.
Ock lifted his eyebrows questioningly, trying to prompt her to cue him in verbally.
She didn't look up at him, but her blush spread all the way down her back. "I want your... your... your cock."
"Like this?" he asked, while plunging his hardened dick into her hungry snatch. "Mmm. I don't know if this is what you wanted, but *I* sure am enjoying it."
"Ahhh," she gasped, a moan of pleasure. She rocked on her hands and knees back against him, taking him hard.
"You enjoy that, do you not?" A beat passed. "You really are a harlot, you know that? Tell me. Tell me what a little slut you are. Tell me how much you want, nay, *need* my dick in you."
She shook her head, biting her lip to keep silent.
"I SAID *TELL ME*!" He roared, thrusting into her so hard that it hurt. "*TELL ME*!"
She screamed out. "Ah, god, Doctor, I'm a slut, I'm *your* slut!"
Had she been in her right mind, she'd never have said such a thing, but the combination of pleasure and pain had stolen her mind. All she could focus on was that, if she obeyed him, he would allow her to reach release.
His eyebrow raised at the sudden and extreme change of heart, but kept thrusting nonetheless. Oh, how good it felt to own someone in this way. To take them and break them down and then mold them, make them his.
"I see you've finally figured this out. Excellent." Panting, he continued. "Tell me more. Tell me what you are. Tell me what you want me to do to you. Tell me how I own you."
"I'm your slut," she gasped. "Your pet. I, ah god doctor, harder!" She was becoming addicted to the way it hurt, and pain had become indistinguishable from pleasure. Her skin crawled with need for both.
"Harder?"
She nodded, moaning.
By this time, an animalistic need had taken over him. He was nearing release, and all that was in his mind was the pleasure. He thrust and thrust and thrust, hard and fast, taking her to the hilt over and over again. A loud moan escaped his lips.
She spread her legs wider, grinding back against him, each breath a short, sharp cry.
"Come on my little slut. Come, come for me. I wanna feel you come on my hard cock. I wanna make you squeal." He reached down and started slapping her round ass. "Come on, slut, whore, bitch. Come for me, come for me," he cried, all the while continuing his ceaseless thrusting.
She screamed again and came, waves of climax rocking her. She clenched around him, arching her back and shuddering with the force of it. The pulsating of her walls was too much for him to handle, and with a great moan, he came, thrusting his hips in her deep, pulling her own onto him, depositing his semen deep in her cavity.
She buried her face against the bedclothes, muffling her moans as her body slowed, rocking back against him a final few times before relaxing, exhausted by the experience. With a final great moan, he pulled out and collapsed on top of her, nearly crushing her, were it not for the 4 tentacles that held him up. He pushed himself backwards and collapsed onto his back, panting, his cock still making tiny little twitches.
She slowly caught her breath, her mind slowly returning from the realms of ecstasy. She lost it again when she realized what she'd done. "Ah no," she breathed, curling suddenly into a ball. Her pussy ached, reminder of what she had asked, pleaded from him. *Slut*, her mind whispered. *He's right*.
He laid there a long time before finally using his tentacles to push himself up.
Leaning over her, inky locks of hair damp with sweat hanging down over her ravaged form, large lips a hair's width from her porcelain ear, he reminded her of a promise... a terrible promise. "Remember my prediction? I said that you would belong to me. And that promise has been fulfilled. There *was* nothing that you wouldn't do for me. I *OWNED* you. And I still do... and I will from this day forward until your last breath... or until you please me no longer. And then I will sell you to one of my colleagues. And you will become theirs. But, for now, my precious little pet, you have proven to me that you do, indeed, belong to me."
He reached down and stroked her face. "You have done well, my pet. You have done very well indeed." She curled tighter, whimpering, her breath hitching. But she couldn't deny what he said. She'd taken what he did to her, and begged pathetically for more.
He took this time to put his pants and shirt back on, and stood above her on his tentacles. Wrapping a tentacle around her neck delicately but firmly, he commanded her to stand. She uncurled hesitantly and got to her carefully to her feet, not looking at him. Covering herself with her hands, she watched the opposite wall, trying to escape mentally. She didn't want to think about what might be coming next.
Reaching over to the drawer, he pulled out a pair of handcuffs and a set of leg irons. The light danced off the steel as he locked her in them firmly.
"Stand there and don't move," he commanded as he reached in a different drawer and pulled out a monogrammed pen knife. She held as still as she could, trembling only slightly. Opening the knife with a flick, he commanded her to turn around. She did, and he held her firmly with 2 tentacles as he flowed up beside her. She could feel his breath on her neck as the cold steel of his blade dug into the flesh of her left shoulder.
She couldn't jerk away, though she cried out in panic at the feel of it. "Stop, what are you doing?!"
"I put my monogram, my logo, my personal talisman on all things that belong to me. In case they get lost, they can be easily returned. It's like putting your name in the front of your books before you lend them out. I am merely putting my mark on you," he answered calmly, concentrating at the task at hand.
She shivered, unnerved by the creepiness of what he was saying. "I'm not a book," she said quietly, trying not to cry. It hurt. "I'm a human being."
"You're my pet. You belong to me now," he retorted simply. Finishing the double O mark, he watched the blood drip down her back. "You really should see this. It's quite lovely. The bright red of your blood flowing down the almost unnatural whiteness of your back. The way it connects the dots with your freckles."
She closed her eyes, dropping her head. "Please. Just stop hurting me, please, doctor." Her tone was flat, and somewhat deadened.
"Come with me," he intoned, unlocking the locks on the door and leading her out of the room.

She went with him, her steps faltering and stiff. He led her to a cell built into an inside corner of the building, two barred walls leaving no privacy. Within was a soft twin-sized bed, well furnished with pillows and blankets, and the requirements for long-term captivity; a toilet, sink, and glass-doored-shower in one corner. She shrank back from the cage.
Using a tentacle, he unlocked the large brass padlock on the door to the cage. Leading her inside of it, he left and locked the padlock before reaching through the cage with his tentacles and removing her bonds. "This will be your new home. I suggest you settle into it. I will be back in one half of an hour." He then flowed through a door, presumably into his own private quarters, and closed the door behind him.
She turned to look after him, and raised her voice. "Can I have my clothing back?" But there was no response, and she heard a shower turn on. She looked at the one provided for her, but the doors were clear, and she didn't like to think of him coming back and being able to see her showering. She just stood there for a long time, not sure what to do, and then she snagged a blanket off the bed. Sinking to the floor behind it, where she couldn't be seen from at least half the room outside the bars, she wrapped it tightly around herself, covering even her head in its folds. She cried, wrapping her arms around her knees and rocking back and forth.
She'd never been in such pain, and yet her body still craved his. She ached inside and out, and not all of it was unpleasant. And that only made it worse. She began to scrub her hands on her legs, trying to erase the sensation of his skin on hers. It didn't work, only excited her nerves again. She shuddered. He was right. She was a freak, a pervert, getting off on pain and rape and humiliation.
She curled tighter, her fingers crawling into her hair, crying harder as her nails dug into her scalp. "No...." she moaned, rocking harder. "I'm not a slut, I'm not a whore, I'm not, I'm not..."
She stopped rocking suddenly when she realized that her hand was between her legs again, a breath from touching herself. What was happening to her? She'd ignored her libido for more than a decade, only taking care of herself occasionally, recreationally. She gripped one hand with the other and clenched her eyes shut, denying that this was happening.
But she was still rocking, and a fold of the blanket had worked itself between her legs, and her breath began to come faster as she rocked against it. The blanket slipped from over her head and she gave up the pretense, her head falling back against the wall as she rubbed herself, faster and harder.
Suddenly, the door opened, and Otto strode in, towel drying his hair. He looked over, expecting to see her crying or sleeping. The last thing he expected to see her doing was masturbating. And yet, there she was.
"Just can't get enough, eh?" he quipped.
She hadn't seen him, and jerked when he spoke, her eyes flying open as she pulled her hand away from herself. Her face burned as she realized that he'd seen her doing that, of her own volition this time.
He smiled that smooth, warm and completely untrustworthy smile of his.
Tossing 2 clean white towels in through the bars, he commented "Take your shower. If you need anything, let me know. I wish to make your life as easy and as comfortable as possible."
Turning away from her and walking towards his large laboratory area, he added "Oh, and get some rest, my pet. You will need it. And trust me... I think you'll find there will be plenty of time for masturbation later." He grinned an evil grin, one that suggested something wasn't exactly as it seemed, and turned to the equipment he had acquired. "Yes, I think you'll find yourself masturbating plenty later." he commented to himself, while grabbing a soldering iron and getting to work.

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