Mary Jane's Ticklish Turmoil

A short story of an alternative extended scene from the finale of Sam Raimi's Spider-Man 2. Hope you enjoy!

"Hey! Hey! I'm talking to you!" were the cries of Mary-Jane Watson, model and broadway actress. She whistled loudly and tried to pull her hands out of the rope that firmly held her back against the metal bars in Doctor Octopuses' boathouse lair.

"You got what you wanted for your little science project, now let me go!" she demanded, stamping her heels against the wooden floor.

Dock Ock had taken MJ hostage earlier that day, in an attempt to lure Spider-Man out of his early retirement. He'd beaten the web-slinger, and handed him over to Harry Osborn in exchange for more precious trinium for his experiment. He looked around at the beautiful red haired girl stamping against the ground and spoke in a patronising tone.

"I can't let you go, you'd tell the police, not that anyone can stop me now Spider-Man's dead." He smirked upon that last line, knowing by now Osborn would have put New York's greatest hero to rest.

"He's not dead, I don't believe you..." Mary Jane replied in a hopeful but frightened tone, praying his words were not true.

"Believe it!" He snapped, before going back to his project.

MJ knew she had to do something, anything to get herself out of this. At once, she began stomping her feet on the ground, screaming and abusing Otto, calling him everything she could think of as she tried to free herself from her restraints. Otto was getting rather tired of the 20-year-old feisty girl's constant demands, and smirked to himself as an idea began to form.

He could spare a few minutes before completing the trinium project, and felt it was time to teach Mary-Jane a lesson. He dearly missed his wife Rosie, and thought back to all the fun he used to have tickling the mature brunette, who had especially sensitive wrinkly feet. It had been a hard few weeks for Otto and he needed a release, turning around to face her.

"You really do like screaming don't you Miss Watson? I wonder if I can make you scream some more" he grinned and began to walk toward her with his four mechanical arms.

"Just let me go! Please don't hurt me!" She had a look of fear come over her as Otto approached.

"Hurt you? No my dear, we're just going to have fun!" He smiled at her panicked expression.

He looked at her armpits first, and decided to start off light.

"Miss Watson, are you ticklish?" He said in a playful tone.

"What? Ticklish? Why?" The redhead argued back, not knowing what was coming next.

Otto pulled off his gloves and raised his fingers to MJ's armpits, beginning to scrabble the tips across them.

"Wait-no-hehehehe!" MJ began to pull at her restraints and giggle, she was a very ticklish girl and couldn't believe this was what she was being subjected to. She continued to squirm and laugh as Dock Ock's fingers played with her pits, begging for him to leave her alone.

"Ple-hehehese stop-hahaha-not-thihihihis!"

Otto continued for another minute, loving the sound of her cute giggle. He then began to travel down her body, running up and down her sides and delightedly hearing more of her ticklish laughter.

MJ could hardly take this, and wanted him to stop, though a part of her was relieved that at least he was leaving her feet alone. She had always been most sensitive on her soles, and despite her reluctance at being tickled like this for Otto's amusement hoped he would simply stay on her armpits and sides.

Otto had other ideas on the other hand, as he got further and further down MJ's body he instructed one of his metal arms to lift her up even higher, lifting her high-heel clad shoes off the ground so she was completely suspended mid air.