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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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Mary Jane�s Tangled Web Vol. II

Chapter 3

"MJ?" A voice called in the darkness. "Mary Jane?" From somewhere in the ethereal depths between space and time a sweet voice beckoned. Slowly she opened her eyes. She felt the wind on her face. Light pierced the darkness, immediately she shut her lids in response. "MJ, are you alright?"

Again she tried to open her eyes, this time with more success. Liz Osborn stood over her waving a manila file-folder in her face. Concern was painted across her normally pleasant features. Mary Jane�s fingers felt plush carpeting. The earthy smell of cappuccino was in the air.

"Liz� what happened?" Mary Jane asked. For the life of her she could not remember how she ended up on the floor.

"You feinted." She stated. Liz�s look of concern started to soften. "We were discussing your salary and you just kind of� passed out."

"Salary?" This didn�t add up. I was at home� I think. "I don�t understand?"

"I called you this morning, remember?" Liz helped MJ up into a chair, wiping a stray curl of her blonde hair from her eyes and guiding MJ to her seat. For Mary Jane the room was still spinning.

"Here." A second voice said as a bottle of water appeared into MJ�s view. Taking the offered container, she followed the hand back to its owner. Betty Brant greeted her with a smile, "Are you okay?"

"Betty?" Taking a tentative sip, MJ swallowed the cool liquid feeling it settle in her stomach. Can�t even remember the last time I saw her. "Long time, no see Betty. How have you been?"

Betty and Liz exchanged a quick glance. "Do you want me to call an ambulance, Liz?"

"Ambulance? No, no I�m okay." MJ insisted. "I just need a moment to collect myself." She winced at her own lame excuse. "I�ve been kind of burning the candle at both ends lately. I�m just a little fatigued."

Liz got up and walked around the glass desk. Mary Jane�s eyes wandered about the room. This office was huge, bigger than her and Peter�s apartment. It was immaculately decorated, modern art and architecture combining to give the edifice a futuristic impression. On one side was a fully stocked bar. On the other was the largest plasma screen TV she�d ever seen, in front of that three leather couches where arranged in a semicircle with a glass coffee table in between. In the center of the room was a large tank filled with brightly colored exotic fish. Even the carpeting was white, sparkling and spotless. This office was neat, orderly and tasteful. The sun shone through the bank of windows that ran the length of the wall behind Liz. The view was a tremendous vista of lower Manhattan�s financial district.

"We can do this again tomorrow if your not feeling up to it Mary Jane." The sun cascaded off of Liz�s wavy blonde hair. The smart business suit she wore accentuated her figure and still reserved her and air of authority. "Is that okay with you?"

Mary Jane shook the butterflies from her head. "I�m okay. What were we talking about?"

Betty shrugged her shoulders and returned to her chair, picking up a legal pad and jotting down notes.

Liz sat down, crossed her legs and intertwined her fingers. Liz must be working out, MJ thought while staring at Liz�s calf through the glass top of the desk.

"As the new CEO of Oscorp I�ve decided to take it in a new direction." Liz reiterated as if she had been giving this speech a lot lately. "The defense contracts that used to be our bread and butter are starting to dry up. I was thinking of expanding our pharmaceutical division."

"Okay�" MJ agreed as the words seemed to fly past her. For whatever reason she could not take her eyes off of Liz�s leg.

"Unlike military hardware, pharmaceuticals are a consumer good. We�re going to need an advertising division and that�s where you come in, Mary Jane."

"Huh?" Mary Jane snapped her eyes up. "Me?"

Liz sighed and smiled at her friend. "Well, you�ve been a part of more successful advertising campaigns than I can think of. While you don�t have a marketing degree your experience more than makes up for it." Liz gave that a moment to sink in. "Besides, you�re smart and I trust you."

Mary Jane Watson-Parker� actress� supermodel� corporate ad-exec? Her brain never considered the option.

Betty chimed in. MJ reflexively turned to look at her. "Basically we produce the product and you design the advertising campaigns. Its nothing you haven�t done before MJ�" Betty smiled like the cat that caught the canary, "except that you get an astronomical raise in pay of course."

Mary Jane heard the words but her attention was drawn to the legal pad that Betty had rested on the higher knee of her crossed legs. Or more rightly just beyond that yellow pad, to the low slung crux of Betty�s blouse. The sight of Betty�s breasts rising and falling against her tight blouse mesmerized Mary Jane.

Again she tried to bring herself to the present. "How much are we talking about here?"

"Well, its not the best pay," Liz confessed. "But you get full medical, dental and life coverage for you and Peter. 401K, stock option, full access to the executive gym."

"All of that is nice," MJ began fully back into the conversation, "but I�m in a bit of a money crunch." No matter what she did she had to keep that in mind. She had to meet Silver Sable�s price to hunt down the monster.

Liz leaned on the desk with her elbows, bringing her face close to Mary Jane�s. "Our last advertising deal was a 15 million dollar contract, but they handled everything themselves, printing, distribution, etc. Since all of these costs would be done "in house" I was hoping to bring you on board for 10."

Mary Jane�s face lit up. This was a dream come true. Tears of joy welled in the corners of her eyes. 10 million! Surely that was enough. Steady pay, steady hours, and more money than she�d ever known! She could pay Silver Sable to put an end to Venom and still have enough for a second honeymoon with Peter.

"I�ll take it!"

Liz laughed at the display of enthusiasm. "Are you sure you don�t want to talk it over with Peter?"

MJ couldn�t stop smiling. "Peter?" She laughed. "He�d spank me for not jumping on it before you changed your mind." Ten million, the number rolled around in her head. "When do you want me to start?" Mary Jane asked as she leapt from her chair and shook Liz and Betty�s hands.

Liz held up her hands in a gesture that said calm down. "You can start on Monday. Just do me a favor and see our doctor before you leave. I don�t want our new "Vice-President of Media Relations" to make a possible concussion any worse."

"Okay! Yeah! I�ll do that�" MJ nodded as fast as she could, while shaking Liz�s hand again. "Thank you. You won�t regret this Liz."

Liz had to laugh again at the exuberated redhead in front of her. "Betty, show her to the clinic, ok?"

* * * * *

Five minuets later, Mary Jane found herself several floors below in a plush doctor�s office. The walls were painted a soothing shade of green, the medical degree�s and framed pieces of corporate art, the "inspiring" kind with the picture and little phrase about trying to achieve your goals, seemed to be standard issue these days. The sterile paper crinkled as she sat on the examination table.

"Doc Young will be with you in a sec." Betty said as she left.

Mary Jane had to admit that she�d been feeling a little off lately. With such good fortune coming her way she hoped that this little incident was nothing more than nerves.

The doctor entered, he was a pleasant looking middle-aged fellow, a bit on the tall side with salt and pepper highlights in his beard and tinning hair. He looked over his black, thick-framed glasses and greeted her with a smile. "May Jane Watson-Parker I presume?"

"Yes." She replied, smiling back.

"You look as lovely in real life as you do on the magazine covers." His voice was earnest, confident and reassuring.

Mary Jane blushed at the compliment. "You flatter me. Thank you Dr. Young."

He picked up a clipboard and pen, "What seems to be troubling you today?"

"Nothing major. It seems that I passed out while I was being interviewed by the new CEO."

He scribbled on the clipboard, filling comment onto the little chart. He asked a barrage of standard questions, "Have you been drinking enough water? Is there a family history with this sort of thing? What did you have for breakfast?" All standard professional questions, until finally, "Did you hit your head when you fell?"

Mary Jane couldn�t remember. She didn�t even remember coming to the building or going into Liz�s office, but her head was not sore. "I don�t think so."

"Alright then," Dr. Young said putting the cap on the pen. "It seems that you�ve just been a little stressed and overwhelmed. I�ll give you a quick concussion test, but you seem to be alright."

Dr. Young crossed the room and flicked a light switch. The overhead light cut out and at the far corner of the room two pinpoints of light, not mush bigger than a standard Christmas Tree type, one red and one green flickered into life.

"I want you to relax Mrs. Parker. Take deep breaths and feel the stress leave your body." His voice was very even, soothing. "Look at those lights. The rest of the world doesn�t matter. The only things that exists is the sound of my voice and those two little lights."

Mary Jane felt relaxed.

"Now," Dr. Young continued, "gaze at those lights for as long as you like. Slowly, as your eyes adjust, they will start to come closer together. Its nothing to worry about, it just a trick of vision." His voice droned a little, it wasn�t annoying. It served to relax Mary Jane even more. "When those lights come together, which one shines brighter Mary Jane? The green or the red?"

Mary Jane didn�t have to concentrate, the lights melted together but the red seemed to be more dominant. "The red one�" she said, not even knowing she spoke.

"Good Mary Jane. That�s very good."

She couldn�t help but feel a little drowsy.

"Red is an angry color," his voice droned on, "would you like it to change, Mary Jane?"

"Yes�" She spoke again, wanting to agree with the gentle voice.

"You can make it turn green at the count of three." This made her feel happy, but she didn�t know why. "One� Two�"

* * * * *

The elevator door opened and Peter Parker stepped inside. It had been a good day.

He used every lead, every contact he had in the police and media. All of his leads relayed the same information; Norman Osborn had committed himself to a private mental facility upstate to avoid a prison sentence. "Norman Osborn is locked up in a loony bin for the rich and famous." It was all hush-hush of course. When men of Norman Osborn�s standing got in trouble you heard about the crime, but rarely the sentencing. These things were nearly always settled out of court. This way he avoided the criminal charges via an insanity plea, but the result was the same. "May you never see the light of day."

Arriving at the loft he shared with his wife, the elevator doors opened.

Inside it was dark, no lights were on. With the advent of autumn the sun set earlier and earlier, darkness was not unusual. But he had hoped his wife would be home. The room glowed faintly with the refraction of the streetlights below.

"MJ?"

No answer, "Damn." He�d been trying to contact her all day, trying to tell her the good news. With the inordinate amount of photo shoots and acting jobs she�d been doing lately it was easy to lose track. "I wish she�d just call to tell me when she�s gonna get home."

Peter stepped into the living room to get the light. Something crunched under his shoe. Flicking the light he found the source, "Broken glass?" He frantically looked around the room. "The skylight!"

In one bound he leapt through the broken window and landed in a crouch on the roof. Every sense was sharpened as he searched the area for any sign of his wife or her abductor. He didn�t think, couldn�t think. His mind was working at a pace of frantic panic. His worst fear was some super-villain bent on revenge would hurt his wife. It was the entire reason that Spider-Man wore a mask and now it had apparently come true.

The only thing that snapped him out of this state was the ring of his cell phone in his pocket. Expecting the worst he snapped it open and answered "Hello?"

"Hey Tiger!" Mary Jane�s excited voice greeted him.

"Mary Jane! Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I�m on my way home now."

Relief coursed through Peter�s being. "What happened?"

"What happened?" Mary Jane could barely contain herself. "I got a job is what happened."

"No," Peter�s voice gushed with relief. "I meant to the skylight."

"Don�t know, I haven�t been home since sometime this morning. Burglars?"

Burglars, breaking and entering, this was the sort of thing he could handle. The thought of his wife in the hands of some depraved monster� "I dunno. I came home and the skylight was broken."

"It doesn�t matter Peter, we can afford a new one."

"Huh?"

* * * * *

A limo ride, a fancy dinner and a night on the town. The Parker�s were in a mood to celebrate and Mary Jane knew how to do it right. After a day of unimaginable good fortune, both were in high spirits and higher expectations.

More than a little tipsy they climb out of the livery and back into their apartment building. Everything, the eating, the drinking and the dancing had lead to this. In the limousine she couldn�t keep her hands and lips off him. In the elevator Peter cried for joy as she dropped to her knees.

Peter was celebrating the downfall of his deadliest enemy and his wife�s good fortune. For Mary Jane it was something more. She was reaffirming her own life. Everything would be right now. Peter would live. The terrible thing she�d done would never come to light. She was celebrating life itself as her head bobbed back and forth on his eager cock.

The doors open. Excitedly she takes his hand and pulls him into their home.

"Watch it MJ!" Peter shouted a warning; "There�s broken glass in the living room."

Mary Jane gave him a dirty wink. "Then you�re gonna have to do me in the bedroom."

* * * * *

Later that night Peter rolled out of bed. Mary Jane�s arm, which had been strung over him, fell to the mattress. He couldn�t sleep. He couldn�t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

"Maybe I�m so used to being down on my luck that I can�t trust a good thing when it comes along."

He stood at made his way to the bathroom, compelled by the sensation of a full bladder. Closing the door and lifting the lid, he slid his member out of his underpants.

As he was about to begin, he heard a small sweat voice from the other room. "Peter?"

"Just a minute MJ."

Less then a second later the bathroom door swung open. He cocked his head to the side and took in the sight of his naked wife. Even bleary eyed and half-asleep she was the most gorgeous thing he�d ever seen.

"What�re you doing?" She asked.

"I�m just taking a leak."

"Oh." MJ said sleepwalking past him and stepping into the shower. She pushed the curtain aside, turned and knelt. Her breasts jiggled as she came to rest on her knees. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes she looked up at him. "Would you like to piss on me?"

"What?" Peter yelped. All urges to urinate had left him. For once in his banter-ridden life Peter Parker had nothing to say. Eventually he stammered, "What gave you that idea?"

"Cosmo," she replied without missing a beat, "I read about it in Cosmopolitan." Mary Jane looked up into his confused face. "It�s okay. It�s sterile and I can�t get sick. I�m in the tub so there�s no mess. Go head."

Peter was absolutely silent.

Mary Jane didn�t take her gaze off his eyes. Peter had no doubt that she was serious.

"I�ll even drink some, if you want me to."

The last offer spurred him into action. "Why?" he asked putting the toilet lid down and sitting on the seat, "Why on earth would I want to do that?"

Mary Jane seemed to think about it for a second. She inspected his face carefully, as if she was looking for something. "I just want you to know Peter. Know that�"

She stopped looking at him and looked at her own body. Her hands swept her scarlet hair behind her ears and caressed their way down her chest, across the smooth expanse of her stomach and came to a rest at the trimmed patch of hair between her legs. Peter Parker watched as Mary Jane played with her clit in front of him, leaning back so that he could see. One hand wandered up to her breast and pinched her nipple. The other manipulated herself before her husbands disbelieving eyes.

"I love you Peter. I want you to know that I�m up for anything." Her eyes narrowed into little slits. Her fingers danced over her sex and slipped inside. "I�m game for anything you want to do. Any dirty little thing you want to do�" She lifted her moist fingers to her open mouth and licked them clean. "I mean anything Peter." Mary Jane gazed at him with unadulterated lust. "I want to be your dirtiest fantasy."

Peter couldn�t help but be intrigued. "What brought this on?"

"I want to fulfill your needs, Tiger." Mary Jane stood and took his face in her hands. "With great power comes great frustration. You don�t have to hold back with me." There was a glimmer in her eye Peter had never seen before. "We don�t have to make love all the time Pete. You can fuck me."

Peter almost winced as Mary Jane said the word.

She did her best to reassure him, hard nipples poked his bare chest. "Go ahead and fuck me. That�s why I�m here. We don�t have to make love all the time. Take your frustrations out on me. I�m a big girl and I can take it." She smirked. "I want to take it."

Seeing this new attitude in his wife was different to say the least, but the back of his mind went over the possibilities�

* * * * *

Peter held Mary Jane firmly by the hips. His hard cock shimmered with lubricant. Mary Jane was completely hunched over on the bed, knees in her chest, face down and ass up. The tip of his slick, wet cock tickled her asshole.

"Do it Peter." She whispered into the bedspread.

He pushed, slowly, into the tightness of Mary Jane�s ass. She let out a long gasp as he gradually slid it all the way in.

"Oh God," Mary Jane moaned. "It�s so big! It�s tearing me apart!"

Peter stopped pushing, "I�m sorry�"

"Don�t stop," Mary Jane rocked backwards, taking in his entire length without him moving. "Fuck me with that big cock of yours." She looked over her shoulder at him, "Please?"

Peter couldn�t refuse.

"Ugh� ugh� ugh�" Mary Jane grunted with every trust. The feeling was intense. Her face reddened with exertion, sweat poured off her. She clutched the bedspread in a white knuckled grip, biting it with her teeth to stop from grunting.

Peter closed his eyes. She was so tight it was like his first time all over again. The lubricant kept her slippery but he was so big and she was only so small.

"Smack me Peter," Mary Jane moaned, "I�ve been so bad�"

He didn�t need any additional urging. Peter was into it. He slapped her left cheek.

"Ooh!" She moaned in surprise to his quick response. "Smack it like you own it." Her head bobbed up and down as he thrust into her. "I�ve been so bad�"

Peter alternated between slapping her left and right cheek until both were a bright shade of pink.

"Oh yeah�" she groaned loudly. "Fuck me harder�"

Peter leaned over her and grabbed her by the shoulders. Lifting her front off the bed he pounded into her asshole. He sweats bullets from his brow as his hips thrust into her. MJ had never asked for it rough before, he liked this change in her. He felt it building inside his rod. "I�m gonna come." He said while biting his lip.

"Come�" Mary Jane panted through clenched teeth. "Come in my ass�"

Peter�s seed shot into her. He collapsed on top of her in a sweaty heap.

Mary Jane wiped her matted hair from her eyes. "Did you like that, baby?"

"Unn�" was all he could say.

Mary Jane smiled as she felt him shrink inside her. She smiled because he was wrapped around her little finger.

It was all part of the plan.
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