Mary Jane's Tangled Web

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Mary Jane’s Tangled Web

Part 7

“Nnnggg…” Spider-Man groans, head rolling to one side. It comes to rest on the rim of the large concrete planter. Cushioned by the black topsoil he lies more or less comfortably anesthetized on the rooftop garden of a five-star hotel.

Silver Sable keeps a wary eye on him, searching for signs of lucidity. “He is not awake yet, good.” Sable continues to stroke his semi-erect cock and massage his ball-sack. She has been at it for ten minuets and the results have been less that stellar. There is nothing really erotic about what she’s doing. She’s treating this like the contract job it is. The platinum blonde mercenary continues at it with a passion similar to a farmer milking a cow. She knows it is ineffective but her pride is forcing her to continue anyway.

“Come on Spider-Man,” Sable joked, “give a girl a hand.”

This has been a disappointing night all around for the buxom mercenary. Spider-Man proved a disappointing quarry, easily captured after a short chase. Granted he had a rough battle before, but she knew how much he was capable of. There was no joy in that hunt. She honestly liked Spider-Man. Sure he was immature and preachy at times but she’d worked with him fairly often and mostly at a profit. Silver Sable wanted to be back at the Symkarian Embassy taking a long bath followed by a rub down.

Rubbing Spidey down was taking way too long.

Resting her gun hand, Sable switches to her left. With a sigh of boredom Silver Sable breaks into soliloquy. “What is wrong Spider? You are a fit young man. I am the rich and beautiful older woman. It is a lovely summer night on an exquisite rooftop garden. Aren’t you feeling romantic tonight?”

“Nnnggg…” was his absent response.

Silver Sable realizes her mistake. “There is no mental attraction, no romance at all. The biggest sexual organ is the brain and yours is otherwise occupied. You’re going to need more direct stimulation, aren’t you Spider-Man.”

Sable didn’t like the only option she conceived. She could stimulate him by using her mouth, but the thought had always revolted her. She was basically Symkaian royalty, not by birth but by default. The entire country could not function without her. Being a commander in the field made her a commander in the bedroom. She was used to being ‘serviced’ in bed. The thought of fellating his sweaty member made her a little sick in the pit of her stomach.


Silver Sable was never sheltered as a child. Her led the Nazi-hunting band of mercenaries called the Wild Pack and she inherited it. When she was small Sable overheard his Wild Pack talking about what they did on leave in Bangkok. At the age of eight she swore never to put one of those dirty things in her mouth.

“You leave me little choice Spider.”

She was reaching for the electric prod when her father’s voice echoed from her memory. “The hallmark of a professional is getting the job done. No matter what.” She wanted to get the job done, but she also didn’t want to hurt him either.

“If it was anyone else…” Silver told herself.

Taking a breath and closing her eyes, the leader of the Wild Pack, CEO of Silver Sable International and future of her nation, takes a man between her lips for the first time.

* * * * *

Mary Jane Watson Parker carefully walks to the corner of the building. Its gothic architecture provides a wide catwalk and artistic statuary that made it seem more like a movie set than an office building. The endless breeze and constant feeling of danger shattered the illusion of safety. At this altitude it was twenty degrees cooler than street level, making it a balmy 80 degrees instead of 100.

Mary Jane did not care about the heat. She was comfortably naked; a glass of red wine in each outstretched hand and a single long stemmed rose perched by its thorns between her ample bottom. Her bare feet feel the cold stone beneath her. Her crimson curls flutter in the steady breeze. With every step the thorns dig into her soft skin just a little bit more. Mary Jane licks her lips in response to the pricking sensation. The wind gently brushes through her triangle-trimmed tuft of strawberry blonde pubic hair. Her nipples leap to attention with the stimulation from her crotch and ass. MJ can feel her arousal building, half from the sensations and half from the anticipation of the alien touching her bare skin again. “God, if I only knew what it could do when Peter had the suit.” Mary Jane thinks, allowing herself a naughty thought, “Or if it wasn’t attached to Eddie Brock…”

Mary Jane takes a good look at the gargoyle perched at the building’s corner. It could have been taken from a medieval European cathedral. It had the body of a dog, face of a screaming hawk, and wings of an eagle. It seemed to want to swoop down on the pedestrians below. Size wise, it jutted about five feet out from the ledge and rose maybe three feet high. The wingspan had to be about four feet wide. Carefully, Mary Jane steps up to the gargoyle, not wanting to spill the wine, rose or herself over the side and to the street 50 floors below.

Venom eagerly crawls on the ledge after her transfixed on the rosebud hovering above her shadowed crack. An idea begins to form in the maniac’s mind. It giggles giddily at its own amused amorality. “Ms. Parker, we have a proposition for you.”

Mary Jane turns suspiciously, she knows that this can’t be good. Venom takes one of the wineglasses from her hand and rises to full height. “By the lightening sky we can tell that dawn is not to far off. We have enjoyed your company very much this evening and would like to know if you would indulge us in a little game."

“Game?” this really can’t be good.

“You have inspired us with your resourceful holding of the flower.” Venom stiffs at the wine, mocking the motion of a connoisseur. “The game is a simple one. Hold onto the rose. We will make no direct attempt to make you drop it. Should you loose it while in the throws of passion,” Venom can’t control the snickers, “you stay with us.”

“Stay…” Mary Jane imagines herself trying to live in the loving arms of Venom.

“If I stay what happens to Peter?”

“We will let him live.”

Mary Jane can hardly believe it. “What if I win?” She asks.

“Should you win… then you husband lives for an extra month.” Venom chortles. Venom adds in a deadpan cold-blooded killer voice. His gambit was calculated. If she won it was just another month to let them stew. If he won he’d take Mary Jane, use her for a couple weeks. Sooner or later Parker would find them and then the spider would die.


Shaking her head, MJ gets a hold of herself. “Peter living for another month? I know I can do this,” she thinks, “I’m in total control of this situation.” She turns a sly eye to the laughing lunatic, “He just doesn’t know it yet.”

Taking the rose from her backside, Mary Jane sniffs the fragrant flower and raises her glass. “You have a bet, Mr. Venom.”

Surprised at the speed of her acceptance and bon vivant attitude, Venom looks her over suspiciously. Finding no change in her stance or manner, it “tinks” its glass to hers.
Both drink to their wager. For a long moment neither breaks eye contact. Venom gulps the entire contents down. MJ takes a calculating sip.

Mary Jane turns toward the gargoyle. She spreads her legs wide, toes gripping both edges of the rim. Bending at the middle she leans over stone beast. Her arms come to rest folded on its head, rose in one hand, half-full wineglass in the other. Arching her back with her legs spread wide, she presents her sex to the creature behind her.

Venom crouches, unbelieving her brazenness. The strawberry patch of hair hangs below the fleshy hood, the rosy red bud of her clit pokes between the apex of her full lips, her vagina seems a teasing hollow begging to be filled. She makes no attempt to conceal anything. The tender pink depths of Mary Jane are displayed before him.

Resting her head on her folded arms, MJ nonchalantly addresses her audience, “You’ve got to admit one thing about being up here. There’s a hell of a view.”

MJ hears Venom’s maw open, saliva smacking between its tongue and teeth.

Mary Jane smiles.

* * * * *

“Ooohhmmmmjjj…” Spider man moans into the infinite sea of unconsciousness.

Silver Sable didn’t need the moan to tell her that it was working. The sweaty swelling shaft parting her lips was all the evidence she needed. Encouraged by his response Sable continues to deepthroat his cock at a slow steady space. Her neck aches, her jaw sore with fatigue but the consummate professional pushes on through the physical discomfort. “This is getting done tonight and on schedule,” she tells herself.

Holding her hair back with one hand she steadies his shaft with the other. Using military precision she sucks down his entire length into her engorged mouth. The burning hot head tickles the back of her throat threatening to gag her for the hundredth time. She suppresses the reflex, not stopping her downward thrust until she feels his pubes tickle her lips. Drawing back she sucks as hard a she can along his pipe. Hitting the speed bump that rings his helmet knocks her lips open, letting a steady font of slobber pour forth.

“Sloppy Silver,” she chastises, “you are making a mess.”

Suckling his dickhead while stroking his shaft she examines for any signs from her captive of being close to orgasm. Disappointingly she finds none. In fact he seems to go a little soft. Silver Sable returns to deepthroating Spider-Man’s cock. In an attempt to get comfortable, she kicks off her boots and curls up onto the rich topsoil that fills the concrete planter.

“This is where sentimentality gets you, lying on filthy soil and sucking a dick for money.” Sable tries to reinforce her decision by mentally browbeating herself, “You deserve this. You could have prodded him and been on your way, but you had to get emotionally involved. You deserve this because you are not a soldier. Showing mercy, afraid to hurt this man. You are no soldier. You are common street trash sucking dick for money.”

Silver Sable stops. She’s not nauseous. She is not sickened by what she’s doing. She thought this would make her ill but it certainly didn’t. Feeling between her legs, Silver finds the telltale warmth. Even through her armored bodysuit she could tell she how aroused she was becoming. She didn’t know if it was the dirt, the act of fellatio or whom she was performing it on. She can’t deny that she is definitely turned on.

Reinvigorated, Silver Sable continues to sloppily deepthroat Spider-Man’s cock like a human head-giving machine.

* * * * *

Mary Jane gasps, it was better then she could’ve imagined.

Venom crouches behind her, one large hand on each of her cheeks spreading her wide open. The vile villain ferociously laps at her sex. The elongated tongue licks from her clit, between her pouting lips, briefly into her center itself, over her taint, her asshole and brushed the end of her tailbone. With inhuman speed and grace it deftly repeats the sequence twice a second.

Her eyes half close. Her lungs filled by soft, quick breaths. Her fingers clutch at the statue’s head, pinning the rose to its cool stone. Gritting her teeth she rocks back against the rough and slimy muscle behind her, increasing the pressure and her pleasure. It was almost too much to bear. How could something so bad be so good?

“Ms. Parker,” the monstrosity interjects between laps, “your cunt tastes divine.”

She hates that word. It takes everything beautiful about her femininity and turns it into a thing to be used and abused. That word was the difference between a lady and a lay.

Mary Jane peers over her shoulder at the creature behind her. It was hideous, all blackness and teeth. She’d sooner fuck the gargoyle on which it licks her. Seeing its face makes her want to scream in horror. Feeling its tongue makes her want to scream with delight. Turning away she concentrates on the avalanche of an orgasm building within her.

From behind was perfect. Venom could do what it wanted and she wouldn’t have to look at its ugly features. From behind was perfect. She’d always loved it from behind. Not liked, LOVED it. From behind every man was the man of her dreams. They could penetrate farther, faster and hit the g-spot on the way. It was almost impossible to do it wrong. Besides, Venom was not so bad at all. His tongue made her feel sexy in an awkward situation.

Venom stops. Mary Jane’s momentum begins to wane. Looking back she spies Venom glaring angrily back at her red-flushed face. They stare over the luminous twin mounds of her backside.

“Why are you being so rude Ms. Parker?” The creature questions, “We gave you a compliment.”

Mary Jane can’t focus a side effect of her fading orgasm.

“I apologize Venom,” she hurriedly states, “I must’ve missed it.”

Venom repeats himself, annoyed. “We said, “Your cunt tastes divine, Ms. Parker.””

There was that word again, biting into her sensibilities. She was loosing her glow. MJ’s treasure trove began to quiver, feeling cold in comparison to the predawn air.

“Thank you Venom,” she’d say almost anything to get him to start licking again. “I’m glad you like it. I only come in one flavor.”

Venom chuckles. “Apology accepted, Ms. Parker. Would you like us to continue?”

“Please.”

“Say it.” Venom could not pass up the chance. She’d given it another way to jibe at her.

Frowning Mary Jane gives in to the symbiotic sociopath. “Please continue licking my cunt, Mr. Venom.” Trying to be as cheery as possible, MJ tries to placate the creature. “Please lick my cunt. It’s wet, it’s warm and it’s waiting for you. As you’ve said it tastes divine and I very much enjoy you doing it. So please Mr. Venom, lick my cunt.”

Satisfied, Venom leans in and licks her from clit to tailbone. Mary Jane turns away defeated. The shame is soon forgotten in the wake of Venom’s high quality cunnilingus.

“How far will you let this go MJ?” She asked herself.

* * * * *

Silver Sable sucks Spider-Man’s swollen member. His hard meat fills her face and thrills hers in ways that nothing else has done before. Sable was so use to being constantly in charge, responsible, dominant. By ‘sinking’ herself down to this level she’s discovered the joy of submission. An hour ago this act was unthinkable, disgusting her to her core. Now she liked it. The taste, the smell, the heat, she fells needs that she hasn’t in so long. This was turning into a good night, until…

She feels the hand on the back of her head.

In a silver streak of motion she chops the offending hand away and follows through in a wide arch. The momentum spins her 180 degrees. The other hand acts simultaneously, drawing her .50 caliber handgun and trains it on…

Nothing, nothing but the empty air, no terrorist, no villain, just the green flora and concrete planters. Silver Sable’s unbelieving eyes dart between the concrete and leaves, searching for unknown assailants in a well-trained pattern. Her ears strain to hear the slightest sound. They only find Spider-Man’s breathing and the faint sound of early morning traffic. Looking at her captive, she notices his arm dangling over the side of the planter.

“It was you,” the buxom mercenary concludes, “No one could sneak up on me. You must have had a nervous twitch.” Taking another look around, Silver Sable double-checks every window, ledge and crevasse visible. Finally satisfied, she holsters her weapon.

She takes his hand and places it back on the soft soil. He didn’t stir, but his chest rises and falls easily. “Good, he still slumbers.” Looking down his form she sees his hardness shrink. “Damn, all of the work I have performed on you for the past… What time is it?” Looking east shows her the reddening line of dawn on the horizon. Confirming the time on her watch, she chastises herself for loosing track of time. This operation would be compromised if the sunrise wakes him of the drug wears off. “I need to speed this up.”

Leaning over, Silver Sable takes his manhood into her mouth she begins to manipulate him with her lips and tongue. With the excitement passing she feels the stiffness in her neck, shoulders and jaw. She presses downward and onward, regardless of the discomfort. After a few minuets his arousal returns as does hers.

“Gggddd…” the semiconscious hero moans.

Still sucking his dick Sable unbuckles her belt and lets it clank to the ground. With her eyes closed she works by feel alone. Bending her free arm back and around, Sable’s fingertips find the zipper and begin to pull down. Her head bobs on his phallus while she shimmies out of her silver jumpsuit. It falls to the ground, armor-plating rattling against hard stone. Sable steps out of the one piece and kicks it behind her.

The night air feels cool on her skin. Silver Sable didn’t realize how sweltering it was in that skintight suit. She finds herself much more comfortable clad only in her gray sports bra and black g-string. Somehow this uniform seems more appropriate for the task at hand. This was a job for a whore.

“Stop fantasizing soldier, you have a mission to accomplish.”

Discipline winning over desire, Sable relies on her years of training to finish the job efficiently. Hooking the string with her thumb she pulls it down and steps out in one motion. The material briefly brushes against her sex, further urging culmination. “He’s hard and I’m wet. Its time to finish this.”

With pangs of regret, she lets the hard meat drop out of her mouth. Sable stands up, long strings of saliva connecting her mouth to his rod. She finds the sample container and picks up her gunbelt. “You can never be too prepared,” she reminds herself while buckling it on. Mounting the planter she straddles Spider-Man’s unconscious form. Grabbing his swollen cock in her free hand she lowers herself, guiding it inside. The going was tight. With a breathy moan Silver Sable eases down, filling herself with the unconscious hero’s maleness.

* * * * *

Mary Jane had lost control.

Nothing else matters but the sensation. She forgets her predicament, her husband and her shame. The only thing that matters is the feeling of pressure building on the floodgates of orgasm. Her eyes are shut; body and soul focussed on one thing. Her skin reddens with the sensory overload. Erotic impulses short-circuit her brain. She was getting so close. MJ leans backward, increasing the pressure and spreading herself wider for it. Want has become need. Each exhalation becoming a grunt of desire.

Crouched behind her, Venom crazily laps at Mary Jane’s pussy. Venom can feel her skin heat up. Each of its clawed hands grasps her ass and lips, keeping her hot flesh open wide for the ferociously flicking tongue. Her grunting encourages both alien and man to increase the pace and power of his pussy play.

“Oh God! You’re amazing!” MJ can no longer contain herself. With gasping grunts she tries to express herself, “I need… your cock… inside me… Eddie…”

Hearing her plead for it is music to the maniacal monstrosity. He stops licking.

Still panting MJ turns and looks at it in the face, her eyes beg for release.

Venom slowly inserts his tongue into the flower of her sex.

“Aaahhh!”

Mary Jane feels it inside her, going longer than any cock she’d ever fit inside. It was rougher too, the taste buds giving it a French tickler effect. The thick muscle fills her completely. “Oh, Eddie!”

Deep down inside, Venom smiles. Parker’s wife is calling to him for sexual gratification. Revenge is a dish best served hot on his tongue. This was delicious in more ways than one.

Venom holds her firmly by the thighs, cautiously preparing his next trick.

MJ quivers in anticipation.

Venom’s tongue rapidly pistons inside her. In and out it relentlessly speeds. Filling her. Emptying her. Refilling. MJ’s mind can’t comprehend the speed with which she’s tongue-fucked per second.

Mary Jane screams. This pleasure, this bizarre pleasure she was totally incapable of experiencing with anyone else. It was better than cock, better than toys, better than anything she could conceive. Her vaginal muscles pulsate and clench, trying to grip the elusive thing piercing and probing her tender portions. The contractions become a catalyst to a chain-reaction deep inside. She can feel the pressure build to an avalanche of orgasm.

“UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!”

Deep guttural grunts gurgle from Mary Jane’s throat. The crouching creature continues its machinegun cunnilingus. It hysterically hisses, limited by its tongue buried deep inside her sex. It feels her muscles grip its undulating taster. It lets her pull it deep within her womb.

“Oh, God…” she whispers. For a long moment there is a stunning silence.

It snaps out of her like a ripcord.

“UUUNNNGGGHHHNNNGGG!” Mary Jane comes hard. She’s never felt anything so intense. She lies on the cold stone statue, quivering and panting. Little aftershocks of orgasm ripple from her core. Her entire body was numb, skin red with exertion and covered in a glistening sheen of sweat.

Venom watches his enemy’s wife lay on the carved demon in a euphoric post-orgasm coma. She was beautiful, defenseless and absolutely belonged to them, both Eddie Brock and his “Other”. The human portion can’t help but admire her bravery. The alien lusts for her on a baser level. It finds her a delicious and plentiful source of food. The endorphins her body produces during the sex act, her very pleasure is its sustenance. She is a cornucopia of food and sex. Was it any wonder that both desire her so badly?

MJ felt something press against her lips. Opening her eyes a bit she sees the rosebud and the symbiote-covered hand tilting the wineglass beyond. Opening her mouth she lets the monster dribble in some of the lush red fluid.

“Mmm… delicious.” She mumbles with a smile.

“Yes you are.” It agrees with a toothy grin, licking the salty sweat off her back.

MJ shifts, snuggling up the stone gargoyle to a kneeling position. She can’t look at Venom. It would be an admission that she’s learned to enjoy the touch of its horrendous tongue. She tries to keep her eyes shut. Venom runs the tip of its tongue down the length of her spine, ass and over her slit. The last part opens her eyes, that particular area still in a state of hyper-stimulation. By the lightening sky, dawn is approaching quickly. Peter had to be hope by now. He might be worried. If he went looking for her, this would be the last situation she’d want to be found in.

Looking over her shoulder at the creature, Mary Jane bites her lip not wanting to interrupt. It was so good. Mary Jane knows deep down that it may never be this good again. The love of her husband eventually wins over her lust for the moment.

“Mr. Venom?” MJ quietly interjects. “I’m sorry to disturb your… meal. No one wants you to… savor it as much as I, but the sun will be up soon.”

Venom stares at her blankly.

Tired of the pretense of civility, Mary Jane goes right to the heart of the matter. “Should you wish to fuck me then now would be the time.”

Annoyed at the lack of tact, Venom massages her clit. “Would you like us to do that? Would you like us to fuck you?”

“Yes…” she responds tentatively. Mary Jane swallows, realizing that she’s made a mistake.

Venom clutches her hips and lifts her into a doggy-style position, drool spilling out of its mouth and onto her backside. Mary Jane grips the rose a little tighter. She can hear the alien skin moving by its own volition. She can feel the naked flesh of Eddie’s cock brush against her sex. A little moan of want escapes her lips. Venom thrusts forward.

Sudden pain shoots through Mary Jane. Venom giggles as he plows into Mary Jane’s ass.

* * * * *

Silver Sable rides Spider-Man hard. While he wasn’t the most “active” lover she’d ever had, he was stiff, strong and didn’t mind going at her pace. Sable would like nothing more than to slow down and enjoy this but time is not on her side.

The life of a female soldier-of-fortune was pretty lonely. She had to be all business all the time. Any cracks in her veneer of command could compromise her total authority over the Wild Pack. She couldn’t have that. Too much depended on her. Normally, she only gets to cut loose with violence. Sable finds this an enjoyable alternative.

Ten minuets ago she was disappointed that her quarry was captured so quickly. The chase was always much more fun than the capture. Happily she is proven wrong as Sable wipes her brow clear of perspiration. Now she was working up a sweat. She pulls off her sports bra and tosses it away, leaving her completely naked except for her gun-belt. Her large breasts bounce freely in time with her pace.

“If I am quick,” she thinks aloud, “I can come before he does.” She plays with her tits smiling at the thought. “That would be nice. Are you up for it Spider?”

He gives no response.

Silver Sable leans back onto her left hand, changing the vector that Spider-Man’s shaft enters her. With her free hand she plays with her clitoris. “If only all of my jobs were this pleasant.”

“Uh.”

Like lightning, Sable draws her weapon and points it in the direction of the noise. The problem is it came from the man beneath her. Spider-Man’s head lolls to the other side absently. Sable keeps the gun trained on him, more out of habit than anything else. She never stops fucking.

The instant of danger over, Sable feels the heavy gun in her hand. It’s cool metal touching the hot flesh of her palm. The sensation arouses her to another level. With a naughty smile she clicks on the safety and caresses herself with the stainless steel barrel. Sable cherishes its coolness against her face, briefly sucking on the .50 caliber barrel. She massages her massive breasts with the cold weapon, rubbing it all over her chest and moving downward. It comes to a rest between her legs. The motion of Sable riding his erection grinds her clit against the cold steel pistol.

She was beyond mere arousal. This was an erotic expression long in the making. A lifetime of sex and violence was culminating on this rooftop. Silver felt the first shiver, a mini orgasm promising more to come.

With a deep breath she passes the threshold, that point of no return when all she can do is dive headfirst into the act. No training could teach this. No logic could deny this. Pure pent up emotion came rolling out of her. Sable drops the gun and grabs Spider-Man by the shoulders, pulling him to herself. She one arm wraps under his arm and hugs him to her. The other cradles his masked head to her bosom. Resting her cheek on the top of his head, she lets desperate tears cascade down her face.

Her arms crush him to her. Her sex grips his. Sable’s climax explodes from the center of her soul to her furthest extremities. Her entire body shudders. She makes no sound but her body speaks volumes.

She holds him tenderly for a long moment. Her searching fingers find the edge of his mask. Gently she pulls it back and over his jaw-line, exposing his mouth. She presses her lips to his. Her tongue softly pushes his lips apart.

He kisses her back. Their tongues meet. He tastes the salty tears on her breath. One arm wraps around her back and cradles her neck. The other cups her bottom, keeping his stiffness in her softness. Slowly she rocks herself back and forth on it.

* * * * *

Venom stampedes into her anus. MJ grunts in pain. She briefly tries to clench down, to hurt the unwanted invader. Venom’s superhuman strength puts a quick end to that. Mary Jane relaxes her sphincter. Resistance would harm her much more than him.

Sensing her mental state Venom laughs at her, mockingly. “What is wrong Ms. Parker? You wanted to be fucked,” it giggles at her unspoken protests, “now your fucked.” All she had to do was play nice, but she had her own ideas. Take your punishment.

The monster grips her hips and pulls and pumps, all Mary Jane can do is ride it out. The creature lubricates her with its dripping saliva, cold comfort in this tight spot. Each trust was a little more humiliating, a little more painful. MJ wants to be anywhere else but here and now. “I love you Peter,” she repeats to herself for the millionth time. The monster grips her hips and pulls and pumps, all Mary Jane can do is ride it out. For her anal sex was intense, but not orgasmic. She might be able to put her mind in a different place with the proper stimulation. One hand pins the rose to the gargoyle’s stone head, the other searches through the triangle patch of downy hair. Finding the right spot, she rubs herself and thinks of Peter, whole and happy.

Venom feels the change. Her hole was tight; any change could immediately be felt. She got softer, no resistance at all. Assessing the situation between pumps the craven creature comprehends her sudden acceptance. Venom is mildly angered. Frigging herself for pleasure was fine, but not in the middle of humiliation. This was to be punishment, not enjoyment.

Venom jams forward, penetrating her completely. The bump causes her fingers to slip, her clitoris becoming painfully pinched. MJ pulls her hand away. Her clit had been caught under her wedding band. She stares at the symbol of her marriage commitment and falls into despair.

“What have I done?” Tears well in the corners of her eyes. Mary Jane can’t fool herself anymore. Her thoughts betray her. “I’m not in charge. I’m not in control. Venom has me and I let him do it.” She tries to choke back the tears but they begin to flow despite her. “I’ll never be the same. We will never be the same. This is so wrong and I went into it willingly.”

Tendrils of the alien substance wrap around her elbows and ankles. The symbiote pulls back and lifts, suspending her off the ledge and impaling her on his phallus. Mary Jane lets out the agonized wail of a woman being torn apart. Inside and out, she is pain.

Encouraged by the sound of her lament, Venom pumps into her ass. The alien skin keeps his feet stuck to the ledge and his dick stuck in the wife of Parker. Finally the woman had broken down. The hours of enduring her stalling, teasing and playing proved worthwhile. She exhausted her bag of tricks; nothing left but the stark reality. She had sex with another man. She came. She would have to tell him at some point. And the best part was… Peter Parker would still die. Maybe a little later then Venom had planned, but he would die. Everything she had done tonight was for nothing.

Ultimately, she fucked herself in the ass.

Venom laughed raucously, ramming into her with bemused delight. The tendrils swing her back and forth in time with Brock’s thrusts and laughter.

Mary Jane lets the tears pour down her face. There was no use in hiding it. She was being punished in a hell of her own design. “How had it come to this?” MJ mourned. “There has to be a way to win this game.”

“Scream for us Ms. Parker,” the bemused behemoth begs, “You have such a lovely voice. Scream, so we can come in your ass and send you home to Parker.”

Venom has just made a mistake. It didn’t slip past Mary Jane.

MJ almost cracks a smile for she knew the game was hers.

* * * * *

Silver Sable and Spider-Man embrace in the early morning air.

For a long moment they are suspended in time. Hunter and prey, mercenary and hero, woman and man, none of the labels mattered. They just were, and that was enough.

Sable found herself filled with a strange emotion, contentment. “I could stay like thins forever…” the buxom warrior thought, “…but that wouldn’t get the job done.” Regretfully she breaks off the kiss and lays him down in the soft soil. He doesn’t resist. He’s been hit with enough tranquilizer to drop a horse.

“That’s… nice…” he mumbles.

Sable begins to rock back and forth on his cock, trying to regain some of the momentum that she lost in her moment of ‘weakness’. Closing her eyes she concentrates on the feeling of having him inside her. “Nice…” wasn’t the word. It felt great.

“Love… you…”

“Wonderful,” Sable thinks. “First he can’t speak and now he can’t jut up.” Sable ignores him, shaking her white mane and riding the length of his shaft. A hard man was good to find.

“…emjay”

Groggily Spider-Man paws at her thighs, Sable tries to ignore him but his hands start to interfere with her stroke. Grabbing both she places them on her breasts, hoping to distract him. It almost worked. His hands weakly squeezed and fondled before falling to the ground.

“So… good…” the incessant insect mumbles.

“If he is not going to do it I will.” Silver Sable gropes her own breast, pinching the nipples and feeling their size and weight. “They are fantastic,” Sable judges, “I’m straight an I think my tits are sexy. Best that money can buy.” Cupping her breasts and riding his dick, Sable begins to speed up her motions. Spider-Man’s hands clumsily caressing up her thighs, one finds her hip, the other her holster.

“What…” the hero questions, trying to shake the cobwebs from his head.

Sable takes him by the wrists and leans forward, pinning Spider-Man’s arms over his head. Her breasts rest on his chest, her forehead to his temple. She continues to stuff herself with him, the new position increasing her pleasure. Sable groans softly in renewed desire. She lightly kisses the exposed skin of his neck and notices the state of disarray his mask is in. When she pulled it over his mouth the entire face shifted up, the eyes of his costume were now on the top of his head. Spider-Man was effectively blindfolded.

Breathy and with her implacable accent Sable whispers, into his ear. “Don’t talk.” Spider-Man didn’t react, which was a good sign. “Don’t ruin it,” she added, kissing him deeply.

Looking down at him, her white hair curtained their faces. Eerily it glows in the predawn light. Sable increases her pace. “Tell me before you come,” the fixated mercenary commands.

Spider-Man begins to stir. “I’m married.”

Sable almost laughs, “Been there… twice.”

“I love my wife.”

Silver Sable stops. She lets go of his wrists. Spider-Man slowly feels around his mask trying to fix it. Sable slams her forearm into the side of his head, finding the nerve cluster where the jawbone meets the skull with perfect accuracy. Spider-Man slumps, unconscious.

“Have it your way then.”

* * * * *

The tendrils pulled tight and Venom drove deep.

The symbiotic sociopath licks her spine and hisses from his hideous hole. “Scream! Scream for us Mary Jane!” No response was forthcoming, just her flowing red hair bobbing in time with his penetrations and the slap of his skin against her ass. Troubling. If he returns Parker’s wife catatonic then the plan will have to be altered greatly.

Venom switches tactics, perhaps coercion… “Scream and we might take you home now.”

Her body stiffens. Venom anxiously awaits her answer. Slowly she turns her head. It sees the tear-trails shining on the side of her cheek. The sickening shark smile returns to Venom’s face. Just a quickly it disappears. The defiant look in her eye, the way she gritted her teeth with the long stemmed red rose in-between her pearly whites.

Venom’s eyes widened in anger. He was cheated of his scream.

Mary Jane stares daggers in the villain. Venom grabs her hips and slams harder into her. Mary Jane never breaks eye contact.

Venom seems confused. Anal penetration is the universal way of expressing dominance. Prison or high school it didn’t make a difference. Once you were on top you were on top. Ms. Parker seems to have no respect for this ‘tradition’.

The supermodel stares into his white teardrop eyes. She knows she has him. MJ does something completely unsuspected. She fucks him back.

The monster’s plan is gone. She wasn’t just letting him do it she was encouraging it. She spreads her legs wider and pushes back as he pumps forward. Venom hates her doing it but the sensation is fantastic. In a bizarre twist of events he was no longer fucking her. She was fucking him. And Eddie Brock loves it.

The alien symbiote senses the change in events. It senses the swing in the sexual dynamic but can’t understand why. Brock wants her to be in pain. She should be in pain. Is she hurting herself? Is she hurting Eddie? The empathic alien can’t understand the situation. The alien comes to a decision. It must help Eddie.

Mary Jane bears down into the ridged shaft spreading her wide. It hurts her greatly, but after the events of tonight she won’t let him have the satisfaction. This will be a moral victory in a amoral situation. She didn’t care if she’d hemorrhage Venom couldn’t get his way. Mary Jane doesn’t hear the alien subsistence shift.

Her eyes bolt open. Pain shoots from her vagina to her face. The alien tentacle pierces into her dry flower. Her body trembles in agony. A deep groan squeezes out from between her clenched teeth. New tears streamed down the sides of her face.

Venom pumped with renewed vigor. The alien pulsed in time. Grunting, Venom began to salivate in excitement. Oh his resourceful ‘Other’ had come to his rescue yet again. Eddie loved the suit and it loved him. This was just another reason why they were meant for each other. Together Venom squealed in delight.

Mary Jane cleared her head, “You have to get through this.” She could feel her resolve waning. “Do it for Peter.” The next few minuets felt as a hellish punishment. Finally a desperate plan forms in her head.

“You win.”

The creature, both alien and man stopped. Mary Jane looks over her shoulder at the murderous monstrosity looking back at her. Venom looks at her hands and mouth. The rose was nowhere to be found.

“You win Venom.” Mary Jane pathetically states.

Venom roars victoriously.

“Oh Ms. Parker,” Venom laughs, withdrawing his appendages, both alien and human. “Your defeat was a long time in coming.” She can hear the alien cleaning his member. “Unlike us! Your tight ass was cutting off our circulation,” the gruesome ogre gloats, “we weren’t even close!”

Mary Jane softly sobs. “Can I go home now? Please?”

“No Ms. Parker, you dropped our gift.” Venom chides. Mary Jane hangs her head in defeat. “Cheer up Ms. Parker,” Venom giggles naughtily, “have a consolation prize.” Venom shoves his hot meat into her tenderness.

“Oh!” Mary Jane yelps.

“Does that feel better Ms. Parker?”

Mary Jane closes her eyes. Pleasure after so much pain was almost alien. “Feels good…” she answers.

“You’ll love living with us,” Venom adds while pumping away, “we’ll drill you all the time!”

Mary Jane arching her back, letting him penetrate her deeper. “Feels good…”

Taking the slight encouragement Venom quickens his pace, “Your cunt feels fantastic!”

“Thank you…” MJ hesitantly responds. “Your cock feels good…” (panting) “in my cunt…”

She used the word! Venom victorious! She used the word!

Eddie felt himself pass the point of no return, “Where do you want it?”

“In my cunt… come… in my cunt…”

Eddie tenses. MJ clenches.

“Ungh… ungh… ungh…” Mary Jane feels her orgasm erupt. “Aaaaiiieee!!!”

Venom grunts, firing his lode into her. “Rrraaagghhh!!!”

Ten seconds later the tendrils slowly lower Mary Jane to the stone ledge. She hunches in the fetal position, facing the rising sun.

Venom still gasps for breath, “We are going to enjoy your company very much…” he huffs, “…Ms. Parker.”

A quiet voice comes from the huddled flesh, “Take me home.”

Venom nervously chuckles, “Surely you jest, your coming with us.”

Mary Jane stands, her back turned to him. She stretches her spine and rubs her sore ass and thighs.

“Do not ignore us!” The outraged creature cries. “We have won the contest, you belong to us…”

“You,” she angrily interjects “have won nothing.” Mary Jane slowly turns. Venom gasps in shock and anger. The rose hung between her breasts, the thorns dug into her tender flesh. She pulls it out, one thorn at a time. Blood trickles from the holes in her perfect skin. Lifting it to her nose, she sniffs the flower.

“Smells sweet,” MJ mockingly remarks, “like victory.”

The flabbergasted fiend reacts in indignant fury, the alien skin ripples and rolls wanting to lash out at anything living.

Mary Jane chuckles at the display.

“Rrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” His anger echoes through out the city.

Mary Jane is taken aback by his roar. The tendrils spring forward and latch onto her arms and legs. “You tricked us!” Mary Jane’s jaw hung open in speechless fright. Its deadly jaws spring open, teeth, tongue and saliva wrap around her head.

Mary Jane screams.

* * * * *

“Its been a hell of a night.” Spider-Man tells himself. His head still swam from whatever-it-was he got shot with. “I got MJ mad at me, stopped a gang war and then got ambushed by…” he still wasn’t sure “…something?”
With sore muscles he pushes the skylight open and drops to the floor.

“This room looks how I feel.” Aimlessly he surveys the living room. Empty bottles, cigarette butts and clothes thrown about. “Did MJ have a party without me?”

Pulling his mask off and too tired to care, Peter Parker makes his way to the bedroom. His head swims in confusion, his jaw aches and there is a suspicious pain in his butt.

“MJ?” no response.

Pushing the door open her enters the darkened room, slightly worried. The gentle snoring from the woman under the sheets greets him. Good. It was probably better that she wasn’t awake. The last thing he needs is another fight.

He pulls off the costume and a small crumpled piece of paper slips out and hits the floor. Peter picks it up. In a gentle script it simply read “A pleasure doing business with you.” No signature, written on a regular “post it”.

Confused again he throws it on the nightstand, next to the single rose sticking out of a water glass. He tries to quietly slide into bed, and fails.

“Tiger…?”

“Yep.”

“Love you…”

“Love you too, babe.”

“Don’t hate me…”

Peter laid his exhausted head on the soft pillow. “Never could.” He wraps his tired arm around her, “Never will.”

* * * * *

At 7:30 AM a plain box leaves the Symkarian consulate for immediate delivery via special courier. It’s wrapped in plain brown paper and seems completely unremarkable. The writing on it reads:

From: Silver Sable International
Symkarian Embassy, NYC

To: Oscorp Headquarters
Norman Osborn, CEO

Please give check for full amount to courier