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This story is for adults only! The story has strong sexual and violent content as well as offensive language. If this is something that you feel uncomfortable with or if not old enough according to the law, the author would suggest that you read no further.

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Ultimate Tangled Web

Chapter 2
Mary Jane Watson stood in front of him, shifting her weight nervously from foot to foot. She looked up at him with those big green eyes, her lips quivered as she spoke, "What do you want me to do first?"
Norman Osborn chuckled. He loosened the tie around his neck. This was going to be one hell of a night.
"Well first thing," he said as he stepped forward, "is to get rid of this nonsense." Norman reached out and took her yellow backpack away. Next he unclasped the sunflower clips that tied up her hair. He let the yellow plastic bits fall to the ground. Norman brushed his fingers through her long red hair and let it fall on the sides and frame her face.
Almost to his surprise, Mary Jane did not shy away from his touch.
"Not bad," he commented. "You�ve got a bit of self-control. That�s admirable." He couldn�t tell if Mary Jane was going to blush or tremble. Not that it mattered to him anyway. Norman looked over his prize. "You�re very beautiful, I hope you�re smart too."
"�" The puzzled expression spread across her face.
Norman walked around her in a circle, looking her over while he spoke in a stern monotone. "My time is quite valuable so do not waste it. I will tell you what to do and you will do it. Obedience will be rewarded and rebellion will be severely punished. Be a good girl, don�t anger me, and you�ll have your chance to save Peter." He stopped in front of her and folded his arms. "Do you understand?"
Mary Jane pinched herself so she wouldn�t tremble. "Yes sir."

Norman leaned back against the desk and watched her. He didn�t tell her to do anything for a long while, he just watched her. Mary Jane found it unnerving. After the first few moments she couldn�t become accustomed to the way he was staring at each part of her. She felt like a zoo animal, on display whether she liked it or not.
"You�ve grown into quite a young woman, Mary Jane. Pretty face, nice hair. I really like your figure. Why don�t you show it to me?"
Her lips parted and fell slightly agape.
Norman lifted an eyebrow. "You know what I mean."
Mary Jane took a deep, raspy breath. After an uncertain moment she nodded her head, "Okay."
Mary Jane fumbled with the braces on her overalls. After a second one came free. It took a conscious effort to remove the second because her fingers twitched. Mary Jane let the bib of the overall fall, but the garment stayed up, suspended on her hips.
Norman smirked in amusement as he set down his empty glass and picked up the one he�d filled for Mary Jane. The villain sniffed the alcoholic vapors while he looked over the brim at her undressing. "Mr. Parker, if you could only see me now."

Mary Jane stepped out of the rumpled overalls. Her feet were cold on the polished marble floor. She flexed her red-painted toes and tried to stimulate some blood flow. It was so strange, her naked feet against the flat, cold expanse of marble. She stood in front of a dangerous man in little more than a T-shirt and a thong, and all she could think about was the temperature of her feet. It almost distracted her from the terrible sinking feeling in her gut.
"Is something wrong, Mary Jane?" Norman spoke and her head snapped up.
"N-no sir," Mary Jane said sheepishly.
Norman lifted his hand and smiled evilly, "then by all means, continue."
She could feel his eyes on her flesh. Mary Jane turned her back as she pulled the baby-T up and over her head. She had to turn her back to him. She couldn�t hide the emotions on her face. Mary Jane winced as she popped the clasp on her bra. She tried to choke back the tears as she slid it off and let it drop to the floor. Mary Jane refused to sob but let the hot tears silently roll down her face as she bent over and removed the thong in an agonizingly slow motion.
That was it. She was naked. Immediately she broke into gooseflesh, Mary Jane wanted to crawl out of her skin and hide.
"That�s a brave girl," Norman said in a soothing voice, "turn around so we can have a look at you."
Mary Jane shuttered. It took a great effort to force herself to turn, even with her hands covering as much as they could. Her eyes were shut and her breath was quick. Her ears burned as she waited for any word Norman should utter.
The silence was worse than anything he could�ve said� the hideous anticipation of waiting for what would happen next� Mary Jane blushed from head-to-toe. She gritted her teeth. Why did he make her wait?
"Mary Jane," Norman said in his stern and even tone, "open your eyes."
She couldn�t refuse his command. "Y-yes Mr. Osborn." Mary Jane opened her eyes but the tears that welled in them made the room wobble. She blinked and the fluid spilled down her cheeks. It cleared her vision enough to see the blue eyes that stared into her own. They didn�t wander. While her flesh was bare for his eyes, Norman Osborn hadn�t looked.
His eyes were as blue and deep as the sea. They seemed to bore into her soul. She couldn�t see his mouth, Mary Jane did not know if he smiled or frowned. All she knew was those eyes were limitless in their power, depth, and emotion; and she was lost inside them.
"Brave girl," Norman said through a sinister little grin. "I have never offered a reprieve before. Do you understand how very fortunate you are to have this opportunity?"
"Yes sir," she responded in a slightly wavering voice. He had her naked and alone and now he wanted to talk? Why did he have to gloat so much? It made her angry, which was a strength all its own.
A stern and steady fury simmered just under the calm veneer of Norman Osborn�s eyes. "Then show your appreciation Mary Jane; kneel."
Mary Jane quietly and without fuss sank to her knees. She knew what this man was capable of if enraged, that�s why she had to save Peter from his wrath. She swallowed her pride and kept herself "in her place".
"Good girl." Norman sneered down at her, "now bow."
"Yes sir." Mary Jane didn�t need to ask how low. She leaned forward and lowered her face to the floor.
"Good," Norman patronized as he slipped out of his Italian leather shoes. "Now thank me; kiss my feet."
Mary Jane felt a sickening wave of humiliation wash over her. She swallowed her pride and pressed her lips to the sweaty cotton of his socks.
"Thank you," she mumbled between kisses, "thank you for this opportunity� You�re very generous to me and Peter�"
She hated this, supplicating herself before a hateful man like Norman Osbron. It was true humiliation. Naked, knelt, and bowed before him in his office. She could feel the air-conditioning on her exposed sex and anus. She could taste the sweat of his feet on her lips. It made her sick to her stomach. Mary Jane tried not to breathe.
Forcing herself to do this was the most difficult thing she�d ever done. Equal parts fear and anger, anxiousness and dread, Mary Jane was a tapestry of conflicting emotions.
"Good girl," Norman said, which signaled her to sit up.
Mary Jane cringed when she realized his hand was at his crotch. She quickly recovered when she saw he was simply adjusting his bulging erection. She couldn�t tear her eyes away from the swell in his pants.
"Time enough for that later," Norman chuckled as he followed her gaze. "Stand up now Mary, I want to get a better look at you."
"Y-yes sir," MJ spoke as she rose, somewhat comforted by knowledge that she wouldn�t have to touch him� yet.
Norman�s flat and even voice had a playful twinge. "You like being told what to do, don�t you Mary Jane?"
"Yes Mr. Osborn," she said as she choked back her anger.
"Good girl," he reassured her. "Well I�m telling you now that you have nothing to be embarrassed about. You have a beautiful body. You shouldn�t be nervous to show it off."
"Yes sir." Her arms fell numbly to her side and left her completely exposed.
"Good girl," Norman�s voice echoed in her head. "There is another side to you, isn�t their Mary Jane; one that likes to be looked at, one that likes to be sexual?"
"Yes sir." She tried not to let her disgust show.
"Good girl," he eagerly encouraged. She could hear Norman Osborn smile as she spoke, "Let that side out for a while Mary Jane, indulge yourself. Get in touch with the side that likes doing things she�s not supposed to do. It�s okay, our little secret. No one else ever has to know."
"No one has to know�" she mumbled. Mary Jane forced a nod in agreement.
"Now," he drew her attention back to him, "why don�t you play with yourself for a while? Show me how you like it."
"Okay�" She could do this. All she had to do was forget he was in the room.
She closed her eyes. With her left hand Mary fondled her breast, surprised to find the nipple already hard. Her right roved through the trimmed triangle of hair and felt the moisture of anticipation. She touched herself for the first time in ages and her head swam.
Mary Jane wasn�t one for auto-erotica, so she was surprised when the memories flooded over her. Peter gently kissing her, becoming more forceful as his desire grew; Gwen suckling at her neck, licking her way downward. Mary Jane gasped as she remembered what it was like to have Gwen�s sweet face between her legs� to have Peter�s cock inside her�
She went deeper, beyond memory and into the realm of pure fantasy. Every man she�d ever thought about, every woman she�d secretly looked at, it all came upon her like a tidal wave of desire. One hand worked her sex while the other ran up and down the length of her body. It made her dream of being caressed. She felt lips against her flesh in worship. It was electric, filled with unfulfilled lust, sparks jumping off her with every touch.
Mary Jane felt the last dam break. Her back arced, her toes curled, and her body tensed. It had built up inside her for so long, she would die without release. She wailed, open mouthed and uninhibited. Spasm and tremble, colors rushed into her mind and sound roared in her ears. Blood rushed to her head as she gasped and moaned.
After a long moment she came back to herself. Her body was covered with sweat, she blinked the dizziness away. She had to will herself back to her senses. Confused, she reeled, wondering how she�d ended up here.
Mary Jane was on her back, on one of the many leather couches that adorned Norman Osborn�s combination office and living quarters. It was very dim. The lights from other skyscrapers twinkled through the big glass windows, soft jazz played in the background, and the blue-lit shark circled endlessly in his tank. Norman Osborn sat across from her, jacket and tie off, as he crossed his legs and finished his scotch.
"Very nice," Norman complimented in his demented way, "Peter is a lucky little boy."
Suddenly, Mary Jane felt very self-conscious. She was sweaty and chilly on the inside and out. How long had he been leering at her? A glance at the clock told her twenty minutes had passed, but that was far too much time. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and folded her legs.
"Cutting yourself off now?" Norman almost laughed, "We�ve come a little too far for that, haven�t we Mary Jane?"
She felt that lead weight in the pit of her stomach. Norman looked at her, expecting an answer.
"Y-yes sir," Mary Jane said timidly, still unsure about how he�d gotten so deep into her head. "Sorry sir," she said with a little more conviction as her arms fell to her sides.
"Good girl," Norman was all smiles again. "Why don�t you come over here and let�s get down to business?"

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