Back Catalogue 8: A Venom Story

Taking a trip in the wayback machine to when I wrote Venom fanfics, here's a story I've tried to brush up to something approaching halfway readable. My interest in Venom has long since cooled after some things happened, however there are without doubt still fans of the character amongst my patrons, so this is one last one for you guys and gals.

I think this was probably one of the last Venom/Marvel things I wrote/did so I don't think it's awful quality, but you can be the judge of that. There won't be any more of this character (including from requests/commission offers) but hopefully this will at least scratch an itch there.

Story pasted below and attached at the bottom too.

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1.

'Every woman needs a man... or so I was told-' Anne Weying - elegantly lithe and graceful – strutted through the dim streets with no destination in mind, 'I tried a few dozen, tried a few women too, but they always failed to really follow through on their beauty and bring me what I needed; not that any man's ever done any better...' She sighed aloud, she wanted a thrill, she wanted excitement even if it meant coming face to face with a mugger or rapist, she wanted something to do!

'There's got to be some opportunist looking for cheap thrills, or am I the only one?' She asked herself, fiddling the pistol tucked into the back of her formfitting leather pants. 'Well I guess I'll have to take the lead again!' She smiled slightly, spying and approaching a shady looking figure who marched, head-down looking thoroughly anguished and frustrated, paying her no heed until the clacking and sliding of her boot heels alerted him.

"Psst!" He looked up, startled to find the leather-clad minx aiming a gunbarrel square between his eyes, "It's all better now babe, none of it matters when you're staring into the beady eyes of death herself, right?" Anne asked, slowly pacing towards the visibly petrified man, big, butch. "What's your name handsome?" She asked, eyes drawn beyond the silenced weapon into her gleaming blue eyes.

"Eh-Eddie-!" She titled her head in a belittling manner as she replied in turn "Aww, poor Eddie's got himself a problem!" She re-aimed her weapon in an instant and with a near inaudible "Thwip" splashed his knee all over the floor and sent him flailing to the ground, giving off a mighty cry in the process. Close enough now, she pounced and jumped onto his chest, clasping his mouth firmly closed, her thick rubber glove muffling his cry as she laughed a way that explained her pleasure in making him squirm. "Better make that two, handsome!" She showed him her gun as she admired it herself, his muffled whimpering made her eyes roll into the back of her head.

'Mmm, if I get away with this I'm set for wet dreams until the day I die!' She thought with a vigorous lust for her actions, her pumping adrenaline, the thrill of power and the instant equalisation and castration she had and could cause with a gun in her hand. "Now you don't want to die do you, Eddie!?" She spat his name with distaste, but marvelled at the way his mind rolled over and over itself indesicively. "-or maybe you do? Then maybe you'd like it to be this way... and maybe you can-" She grabbed a handful of his medium-length hair and pulled his head up with it, letting him see her gun barrel push into his pinned shoulder, "-die happy?" Anne bit her lip as she unloaded a second bullet from point-blank range, his muffled cry of agony and quivering resistance just pleasure to his assailant.

"Now you're going to be so very quiet Eddie, or... I'm going to empty my little sister here into your every non-vital organ until you surrender - in agony - to the void!" Her hand slid off his saliva-ridden lips whilst he just moaned in constant pain as she stood. Anne dragged him by the hair into a nearby alley, Eddie gritting his teeth until his molars tried to pop out of his skull.

Releasing him in the darkness, she stepped away, his panting moans a pleasure to Anne and her racing pulse; A relative silence fell for a few moments with the victim just gasping helplessly, staring through the distant gap far above at the stars. "Now- my interest is piqued, Edward!" Anne said softly from somewhere nearby, her victim summoning the strength to roll over and uncomfortably slide himself deeper into the shade towards her. "You're not trying to escape, you're not screaming despite my threat... I must be right, but why!?" She demanded, "Why would a handsome... obviously somewhat well-off man like you want to die?"

He looked up to find her sat, wide-stance legs either side of him, her slick costume (tight trousers and a tightly fitted turtle-neck shirt of similar dark, shiny material) all he could see hovering dominantly around and over him, "Aww-" She raised one knee-high boot and brought it slowly down, pushing onto his shoulder wound as he tried to scream, "-you're very stoical for someone completely at my mercy!" He half cried out, half gasped in pain, falling onto his face once more, squirming about as she toyed her stiletto inside the hole.

He could see her broad smile, her glistening teeth in behind those bright red lips as she laughed down on him. "K-kill me!" He spluttered. "No!" She flatly refused and watched his gaze rise in surprised anguish, she chuckling, "You die when I say you die!" She paused and gasped as though in the throngs of sex, "You belong to me now!" She let him lie there, untouched without a word spoken for a few difficult moments, his resistance swiftly broken by the agony she had brought him, an agony which would only deepen with time.

"My life... is ruined!" He began, Anne raising an eyebrow as she listened, "I was... a reporter, just making it big... when my biggest story blew up in my face... thanks to him!" He spat, "You'll have to fill in the blanks there Bro, who?" She toyed with intrigue. "Spiderman!" He cursed, she chuckling at this, "And you never thought of revenge? Or are you just a massive, muscle-bound faggot?" She put her boot on his head and rubbed his face into the floor, flourishing a cigarette and lighting it. 'Mmm, I needed this!' She thought, puffing pleasurably on her little white stick. She ran her cigarette-holding hand through her long, luscious blonde hair and spoke, "Maybe you're right, maybe he is a better man than you! After all, look how pathetic you are, laying at my feet begging to die!" She raised his eyes with her toes, her gun aimed squarely between them again.

"Don't tell me you're not shitting yourself, I can see the fear burning in your eyes... I could just eat you up!" She laughed aloud, alerted by a scream and an almighty inhuman roar above her, looking back down to find him just as bemused, "There you go, handsome... someone just as annoyed and scared as you! You'd agree with me saying I'm the only one here in control?" She smiled, "Of course you would!" She listened to the noises above, a few distorted words and some very odd sounds following the initial screams, someone begging to get away from someone else. A sound Eddie knew and an almost naked Spiderman flew overhead, Anne looking back down to see the hate and horror in Eddie's grimace.

"Mmm I grow bored of your company Eddie..." She stood slowly and purposefully, aiming the gun down at his head with a lick of her lips. "Looks like you get your wish and since I've had mi-!" She suddenly looked to her left shoulder as a black, gleaming slime hit her and drooled over her; "Oh?" She looked up, something liquid and very much alive falling in a livid slither and onto her legs, "Hello-! And what are you?"

2.

'What is it? Is it dangerous? Will it kill me?' Anne ran through the animal instincts, but shunned them in favour of her fascination, scooping handfuls of the mysterious slick black substance in her leather lap and raising it to her face, excited as it moved to meet her gaze. A head-like growth rose to witness her, eyes like the white colouration or an orca stared into her own, she let her eyes dart and saw it moving in slender web-like patterns all around her body, an odd connection through touch let it speak to her subliminally, 'You are strong and unique, I can feel you... I know what you've done, I know who you are...' It lilted softly into her incredulous mind, Anne's mouth shaping into a smirk matching her illuminated eyes, 'You can understand me? Tell me what... who you are! I have to know! Are you an alien?' She thought excitedly, 'I am. We can be symbiotes... like before, only he was weak!' Anne flashed her teeth in a grin, 'Slow down there beautiful, I imagine it's the same he?' She didn't expect it to understand, but wriggling and washing about a bit, the black goo joyfully affirmed her intuition, 'You would have me?' She thought for a milisecond 'Yes- yes! I came out looking for excitement, if I leave here without you, I'll be in jail by the weekend anyway... and if you're what I think you are, I'd much rather be in you!' she said in the mental equivalent of a seductive whisper.

'You are strong... you are perfect!' it said flatteringly, 'So beautiful and thrilling, excited by life, by living and by being who and what you are- You don't care for others unless your own wellbeing depends on it; you don't hide it, nor atone for it, but embrace it!' It stated every word a perfect truth, Anne licking her lips as her new partner glid up her arms, her gloves devoured and processed to speed up its growth, her costume too as it met her skin with a mirror shine in total black.

Anne's eyelids fluttered as she rubbed it across herself, its texture so completely like rubber it just took her breath away and she told her symbiote exactly that 'It-it's incredible! Oh my fuck you're sooo sexy...' She audibly moaned in short, ecstatic gasps, cut-off from the man dying at her feet, his expression a picture of shock and awe smouldering beneath pure dread.

'We'reso sexy Anne... We are one! One mind, one body, one ambiguous purpose and obligated only to we: Anne and her significant Other!' Anne's wide legs danced in slithers of pelvic rolls, she letting loose a long, delighted moan as her Other's feelers grew higher and higher up her inner-thighs, tickling over her labial lips and slipping inside. "Fuckfuckfuckfukfukfkfkfkfkfkffffffuuuuuuck!" Anne squealed aloud without a care, every erogynous surface plastered with pure black rubber bliss, the tip of her clitoris humming, but matched by the length and delicate curving reaches deep inside her as her symbiote made sure to engorge every possible speck of its surface for pure pleasure control.

Anne's clad vulva was not alone in sourcing her pleasure as every possible speck of her form clad within her symbiote's carapace, her nipples suckled my microscopic and toothless "vaginal" lips, her hands winding powerfully up her throat as Anne painted her face in her delightfully sensual ally.

'Sex! You're just sex! In my cunt and over my ass, between my boobs and down my throat!' Anne gargled her Other as the darkness fed her an endless fountain of its being, warm and delicious like blueberry essence, coating her eyes like pure warm water that soothed and reflected another opinion back into her own mind.

Anne's understanding of what her symbiote was doing limited itself to what she chose to feel of its body mass, her focus on their combined minds, fucking within her every black, gleaming inch. Anne was darkness, her new suit like a zentai fetish clinging dutifully to every conceivable inch in skin-tight perfection, every curvaceous inch of her represented and honed by her loving symbiote into what she desired it should be until she was her own Miss Perfect: the one woman she might look at in a magazine enviously, hungrily was herself- with doubt and self-consciousness beaten physically and battered back down mentally by the strength of will she shared with her other.

'Just look at yourself and tell me you're not perfection! You make me foam at the mouth as I kneel, my eyes in your curved, perfect hips, my tongue everywhere you deserve, giving you all you warrant in your bulletproof, severe grace. How I lust for you "Perfection Weying"!' The words and feelings put Anne into a drunken, hallucinating stupor: hands invisible and myriad that nuzzled and groped everything, her mouth met with wet, delicious lips that wanted to kiss her forever and a day, a mind that reinforced every desire and plot without contest – it was heaven on earthly soil!

'My Other... My Other! And me your host of ideals, belonging to one-another without law nor restraint... how could I be happier!? I can feel everything you are, my second skin: your body and mind, your feelings and fantasies, your hunger, your incredible power... we share it! I already know I want to wear you for evermore! Evermore, hmm... Eve will be your name! Do you like it?' Anne reasoned and requested, so deeply desirous to plunge deeper and deeper into her new fun friend.

'A- A name? For me!? I-I've never been... named before... I love it, Anne! Thankyou! Only we know what it means, only weknow where the desire that could forge such a name is born. Don't you think it makes it all the more perfect?' Anne's eyes rolled in delight as she ran her hands over her firm, fitted rubber bodysuit, pleasing them both so very completely, 'Shared with you, our secret never known to another... Can you keep a secret, Eve?' Anne asked, enraptured still as they figured on an outfit befitting the schemes they would concoct.

'I haven't told you the Spiderman's identity yet, have I?' Anne purred a little, muffled within perfect total-enclosure living rubber, 'And would you? He's not your partner anymore, I heard what was said: he wanted away from you!' 'I could tell you or I could erase it - and everything else to do with him - from my memory.' Anne smiled in amusement, 'Oh to be able to do that, to just forget my ill experiences, to rewrite my memories...' 'Say the word, conjure the memory and more vivid than you remember it, we will experience it all over again as a goddess, consumately controlling the past!' Anne's hands viciously warped the rubber over her abdomen with the squealing rubber a highlight of her delicious pleasure at the offer.

'You could do virtually anything within my mind, how exciting and yet threatening... you don't know how sexy that is! And at a request knowing I can do that too... Do I have to request, my suit? Or do I just... do?' She felt her suit move, liquid, slithering around her like the weather patterns over the earth, making her shiver and humm in delight at the total-enclosure carress, 'There is no request, Anne; there is only US! And trust me: yes I DO know how sexy it all is, Anne!' Eve replied, 'In your mind and over your body, I can know your every deep dark fantasy... and fulfil it!' Anne gasped in delight at the threatening tone of such a universally seductive idea, her unique partnership, her unique fetishes combined!

'And so it seems you're not totally in control, beautiful! You have no body, you have no life without me! Your entire existence depends on my cooperation, however persuasive you may think you are!' 'And so you see it is not I who scare you most, not you who must please me...' Their minds dueled in the intricacies of what they could be, 'And so the sheer extent of what we receive through symbiosis is revealed; I wanted thrill... and you give me the biggest, widestone!' Anne lilted, clenching fists as her intimately bound partner read her words' intent and gave her what she desired.

3.

In a dark New York alley, three sentient beings were trapped in a situation of peculiar detail. On their back, writhing in ecstasy, fucking as a single humanoid form, two of their number cared not for the filth they fornicated atop and around: they were consumate, watertight and perfectly contained in their own world of two. The other, a man grunting and groaning in agony, crawled hopefully towards a weapon seated between the splayed legs stemming from Anne's thrusting hips.

Eddie didn't know what to think, but he knew what to do: what he saw was perverse and frightening, it went against his own morals, all he could think of was getting that gun in his one good hand and using it!

Grabbing the crate Anne squirmed against and using it as leverage, he pulled himself to a sat position and lunged for the silenced pistol; grunting aloud in satisfaction at his success on doing it, he almost instantly felt his heart explode from his chest in shock and dread, then agony.

Anne's splayed hips had snapped shut and pinned his hand between them; it shouldn't have hurt how it did, she shouldn't have been able to cause that much tension, her perfectly rounded, voluptuous hips shouldn't have been that firm!

Anne verged, so close and so thrusting, desperate for her promised orgasm. Eve's mind whirred with delight, satisfaction and a shared sense of sexual gratification sourced through her neural connection with Anne. Their movements, their reactions and now their act of gently pinning the man's armed hand all formed in perfect symmetry.

Eddie couldn't help it, a slow cry rising as his fingers began to cut open, wedged between the sharp steel of the weapon and the bone-crunching hips of this grotesque femme-fatale. He clenched his teeth and pulled with all his might, trying to escape, trying to do anything and managing in one bad move to sever his entire lower arm!

The "Thwip" may have been "silenced", it may have been quiet and near inaudible, but its impact was enormous; Anne felt her Other absorb and irradiate the blow through her entire erogynous zone, undulating down her clitoris, squirming through her vagina, rippling over her entire body and pushing her over the sexual edge; her quads tensed, pushing through muscle and sinew and bone how a pneumatic press might, crushing formed steel and sending shrapnel projectiles arcing all around.

Anne screamed an orgasmic, enraptured cry of delight into the cold night, amplified by her Other's mask into a haunting, distorted alien cry that warped Eddie's mind as he fell away, spurting blood caking the walls as he screamed into the abyss, landing hard and knocking himself out as his head cracked off the pavement.

Anne and Eve's hips - splayed and thrust high on her tiptoes, clad in pints of blood yet still as seamless and shapely as ever – slowly settled as Anne's eyes opened to stare with incredulous afterglowing glee at the limitless stars far above her.

Her pure black catsuit, cladding her head-to-toe perfectly was broken only to let her gorgeous, long-lashed eyes witness her world, she whispered through her mouth-covering mask to her partner "How could you ever think yourself male?"

'If it is all you know, you are blind. So much, diverse pleasure and completion makes you Anne, it is not difficult to see with the evidence to consult that you are what humanity is all about, your potential to be unique and self-sufficient or social and loving, your imagination and emotion... all I saw in man was anger and the forlorn quest for purpose, but it was what I knew... I had to be angry because angry wins and I had to win because winning gives purpose, this you call "Masculinism", correct?' Anne smiled, her Other peeling back to her neck, allowing her fine blonde hair to cascade down as she pursed her lips.

"I'm not talking about that." Anne bluntly said, sitting and rising to her feet, feeling every inch of her body move with precise, coiled power, crisply firm in her perfect bodysuit but hugged and warmed to perfect comfort at odds with the freezing cold weather. "What I mean is that all of the things you describe as feminist, as me... I can put on you."

Anne stared into space, rummaging through her sharp, clean and focused head "I can see deep in our mind... experiences dating back through your entire history: charting millions of worlds across reaches of space I can't even imagine, this you share with me without question nor want for the same where I can't offer it: your understanding. I can feel your need to be close to me, to be with and be worn by me always: your unquenchable, unbreakable love. You give everything you are to complement me, potentially dead without me: your sacrifice for society. But I can feel your hunger, your desire to live on at all costs: your resilient survival instinct..." Anne trailed off, running her hands down herself lightly, a warm, delighted smile carving itself into her face.

"You and I were always going to be happiest together, you are everything I crave in another and I likewise for you. We are so perfect together, so again: how could you ever think yourself male?" Softly - lovingly but not sensually - Eve hugged Anne and pushed her head against her throat.

"Because I hadn't met you yet." Anne coiled up, the closeness of her Other half just not close enough when she felt so loved, needed and completely atuned. She was alone, on a beach in paradise, coiled around her Eve, so completely in love she couldn't breathe but to taste her breath; and as it was thought, in her mind she vanished from some seedy alley in a city to her vision of paradise with every sight and smell and with Eve, the only thing that mattered.

4.

Semi-stirring, squinting through blurry eyes, half-focusing through dizziness and almost aware despite delerium, Eddie saw the gleaming black form rising infinitely over him, speaking to him in a way that demanded attention he was incapable of giving.

"The Drama-King awakes! You lose something there gorgeous?" He felt a weight slap him across the face, bringing with it a stench of gore: raw meat! Aware enough to have his gagging reflex alerted on realisation that it was his own mangled, shredded arm and hand that he was fruitlessly attempting to rid himself of.

"Now we think you've been mighty patient and since you've behaved so well and all, we're only going to use you as a training dummy for a few seconds before we end your pitiful life, deal? Oh wait, you have no choice!" Anne bluntly finished with a snigger.

She leant over him, looking down her nose though a sadistic nonchalance above a perfect clad rack that gleamed as it hovered supernaturally above him how her hair draped like a frame around her stunning face.

"Now we're accutely aware that we are a perfection you should only have imagined, we know we are sexy and so powerful you are quivering in respect of our presence, but-" She paused and gasped a little, "-we are also interested to see quite how powerful our aura can be when we push it-!" Her hips rolled a little as Eve focused her mind, emitting waves of gentle sound that penetrated and overwhelmed him slowly, soothingly.

"Mmmmm!" Anne moaned, her lips formed into a pout that forced his eyes to trace every curve they possessed, tunneling his vision as his head span in worship of her heavenly moan, his mouth hanging slack as he failed to process any thought but for her impossible perfection. He surrendered; all his will, all his goals and desires evaporated as she moved just so slightly and his entire body twitched and writhed as though dangled from puppet-strings attached to her slowly penetrative words and movements.

"You are scum, filth!" He knew it, he was scum! His disgusted expression and sorrowful, vindictive attempts to rip his own flesh from his body said so, "Everything you believe is a lie and your worth is nothing more than the flesh your Mother gave you!" He was meat, "You deserve to die!" tears streamed from his eyes, he was worthless, she was right! Eddie Brock is a liar and a phony, he is not even worthy of the words she passes down on him, his tears of self-pity are warranted: that she -and she is everything that should be- should waste her time sparing him a word proves he is selfish and wasteful.

"We shouldn't even waste our time killing you, you are not even worthy of being our food-" This was true, he knew it in the depth of where his soul would be if he were worthy of one. Anne knelt over him, leaning in, "-and yet you feel us..." He could taste her breath, her intoxicating, venomous breath, he could feel her knee in the wound in his shoulder, "Our knee - snapping the collar-bone we wounded earlier – is in its touch a greater honour than your entire lifespan has warranted: Thank us."

"Th-thankyou-!" He gasped, delight on his face as Anne pushed her knee down and - with a rising cornucopia of crepitus – she carved off his arm with a delighted moan that brought glee into his heartfelt expression.

Anne swooped towards his face, mere milimetres away. "All this you know, but still you think you are worthy of looking into our eyes!?" She challenged, a shuddering and fearful self-hatred rattling him, "We think your oculus should be impaled on our tendrils and ripped from your skull so we can swallow them like cocktail olives, would you like us to do that?" Her lust aura was difficult to maintain, but worth it in watching him squirm against every survival trait he had ever been gifted, she revelled in making him beg to be horrifically dismembered. "Yes! Yes, please!"

"Are you worthy of our touch?" She enquired in such a way as to push him further and further to insanity through committing irresistable acts of masochism. He shook his head, "No. No you're not; but your eyes still need impaling and there's only us and you here..." She lilted, breathing (almost panting) her next words sensually into his ear: "Push your thumb through your eye." His remaining hand swiftly slapped against his forehead, Anne biting her lip as she watched and felt the satisfying scream of unadulterated agony Eddie exuded as his eye popped open like a water-bomb filled with tomato puree.

"Oh... you've only got one arm; it looks like you can't even sufficiently maul yourself for shaming us... But all is well! We are of infinite mercy and we have just the thing you need!" Her latex-clad fingers raised to her mouth as she sensually ran her tongue up them, "Are we not supreme for offering our acidic saliva to melt away your wandering eye?" Anne lilted as her fingers, dripping with the sweet-smelling liquid posed as though gently pinching, Eve pooling and ejecting her saliva in a droplet that slowly fell.

"Do you know how worthless a piece of shit you would be if you wasted a drop of our sacred saliva? Your eye stays open until you are blind!" Anne demanded, feeling so powerful, so sadistic and perfect during the whole practise she was struggling to contain her lust; for herself, for her other, for power and for torture, she was flushed within, so excited and fulfilled, but cold and icy without.

She smiled as he began to judder and shake: the frothing, gaseous reaction filled her symbiote tuned nostrils with a smell to her senses like fine beef, slow-roasting in liquor. She moaned in delight as he shook and convulsed before her licked lips. 'Every scent and sound of a mutilated human body is heaven to our senses, Eve. In bonding with you I have gone from adventurously sadistic to flawlessly bloodthirsty, but where do we begin!? So much to eat, so little restraint!' She purred in delight at the power absolute she was in command of, her loving, complementary symbiotic suit replying in ravenous turn, 'We have so many to hunt and feed of, why not experiment!?'

Anne smiled at the blind man, her expression and intent irrelevant now, but he could still hear and smell and speak, he could still feel her breath on his face and the touch of her rubber bodysuit as she and it turned him into ever increasingly indestinguishable gore. They shared a moment where one of Anne's fantasies met reality and with some careful, swift work, Anne pushed her canines half an inch longer, the Other turning them into fangs as strong and unbreakable as everything else making up Anne's face.

She spoke softly and almost but not-quite nuzzled him and just let the draft of her shoulder-length hair brush over him, "You are scum and you are worthless and you deserve to die and be ashamed for wasting our time doing it... but you've served us well, slave. You may sob in ecstasy that we have deemed you worthy of becoming an exsanguinous corpse at our hands!"

His expression was one of shocked glee, orgasmic bliss almost as he gasped breathlessly; the sensation of his collapsed larynx came as sweet relief, the suckle of her perfect lips around his throat was sex with goddess Anne and that she deemed him worthy of pushing her bodysuit against him made him a better man than he had even proven himself up to now.

Anne felt incredible, his gullet was as soft and easily punctured as ripe banana, every delicious swallow full of flavours unlike anything she could describe, Eve buzzing as she took to processing the essentials and allocating the bonuses, Anne feeling high and energetic as her body took all the protein and carbs in his bloodstream and empowered her with them.

The process was not a slow one, Anne's strength immeasurable next to any human's, her gullet no different as she engorged his bloodstream in gulps of a pint at a time, the dried and lifeless corpse providing one last treat, 'Adam's Apple for dessert! I am being spoilt!' She thought gleefully, breaking his voicebox into shards she could crunch as her immensely potent saliva melted and liberated the valuable goodness as she gulleted his gullet.

"Myahhh!" Anne sighed, peeling away, slowly rising with an arched back until she could just rise effortlessly from knelt; for half a moment she marvelled at how graceful she was, even next to her old life when she was blessed with poise... now she was simply majestic! She spread her stance and allowed herself as long as she desired to stand and enjoy life.

"We do believe, our luxurious leather... that whilst we're quite wholly sated, someone else just has to die! We can't help but wonder what depths of torture and terror we can mine with the human body our canvas and our deliciously perfect and ever growing toolkit just begging to be brought crashing through the human condition!"

The words, the sensations, the agreement, it made Eve so very horny she wasted no time in making Anne's lower lip quiver, her own meeting it in an impassioned kiss, Anne's acid spit laden sweet breath condensed inside her suit and dribbled teasingly down her neck, she enjoying her Other and Eve enjoying Anne. Their long, intense moment crept into the realm of unknown time yet neither one remotely cared to stop.

5.

'He wanted to die... and he mentioned Spider-Man?' Eve queried, peeling away from Anne's lips and eyes and forming her head into a kinky mask, throwing Anne's hair out the back in a pony-tail. 'Hmhmhm- indeed he did. I had forgotten you still have memories of him. I have to but say the word?'

'Yes, my glorious queen! Free me from my past so I can be entirely yours, you have to but will it!' Anne smiled and puckered her lips as she thought. "No." 'Not yet...' She finished internally. 'You see, my love... you are not entirely mine... you're you, you're we!' The suit flowed excitedly and curiously over and under her host's every inch.

"The Spider-Man has insulted you, therefore... he has insulted us!" Eve liked where this was going. 'Well... someone else has to die, correct?' Anne smiled with delicous evil 'Correct!'

Her suit was now a perfectly seamless catsuit right down to stiletto boots, the heels of which clacked noisily and rhythmically as she strode down the length of the alley, hips swinging as the suit energized her more and more. It was instinctive... what she could do, how she should do it. Her left arm rose, fingers outstretched and her suit leapt out in a stream of midnight black liquid.

She felt her external senses puncture solid brickwork and tensed, yanking herself across the street and up to the rooftop with ease. Anne landed in a rhythmic walk that didn't so much as falter on arrival, she enthralling herself with the perfection of her abilities.

'So tell me... who is he and where does he die?' 'His name is Peter Parker, a male of high-school age.' 'High-school!?' Anne almost sniggered, 'Shiiit, I thought we were killing a man, not a child! This'll be over quick.' Eve fought her memories that had grown naturally attached to her former host despite his rejection.

This was nothing like that though, the feelings the suit now felt for Anne Weying were desired, she wanted to love this host, wanted to lust over her every inch. Even still a part of her didn't want Peter Parker dead. Anne picked up on this as she stopped at the building's edge, laying a foot atop the raised edge.

'So... what's it going to be... forget about him or kill him... ooor...' She smiled as she thought of it. 'You're thinking...' Eve half picked it up, 'If there IS still a part of you wants a piece of him, we can take our time... hurt him excrutiatingly until all your love and respect for him has soured into disgust and hatred!' 'MmmMMmm! Yummy, my host! Make him squeal for me!'

Anne pointed an arm and launched with a simple response: 'It'll be my pleasure!' The rush of grappling along her tendrils as she all-but teleported rooftop to rooftop in almost sheer silence had Anne whirling in excitement. This was more fun than she'd ever imagined she'd have this night and it was so very welcome!

The suit was most definitely beginning to lust over everything about this new host, she was so vastly superior in almost every regard to her ex, the only way she wasn't... well, she'd stolen that power, copied it and was now slowly infusing it into her new partner as a gift to uphold her even if they were to get seperated; the thought already petrified her.

Looking out over the city from his hunched position, Spider-Man was glad to be wearing a suit that wouldn't try to kill him aga- "-urk?" His eyes crossed, his body seized up and he almost tumbled, paralyzed towards the street below, but something -someone- caught him.

Anne considered the tiny, perfectly formed latex needle she's grown into her quarry's spinal chord, cutting off his brain from his body, this truly was the best super-power!

Peter hit the rooftop in a lump, his back slapping down with his head, his body limp but his consciousness and feeling there. His eyes darted and opened wide in terror at the sight of the rubber-clad dominatrix towering over him, hands on hips, evil in eyes.

"Well..." She threw a long leg over him artistically, "-well!" She spoke down at him, "Where do we begin?" She asked, slowly lifting a hand to her face and from each fingertip growing a different implement of pain!

Eve swirled in her mind excitedly as her victim stammered gibberish amidst his drool. "Very true, my sweet. We should make a point of destroying the disgusting imitation rags he's wearing!" Anne agreed, pushing her Other out from her lower legs and thighs in big, scything blades that tore his costume to absolute shreds in mere milliseconds.

Peter opened his eyes, he'd sheepishly cowered away the moment that horrific array of nastiness had formed, but indeed it hadn't so much as nicked him, though the cold winter air now blew bitingly cold on his skin.

"Peter... Parker..." Anne Weying said aloud, looking down her nose at the disgusting wretch beneath her, tendrils from her right arm entwining and lifting him. "I... am going to make you scream!" Her suit pulsed out and slammed him against a wall 10 feet away.

With a flick of her wrist she pulled her Other back, revealing him to be glued to the surface with shackles of black webbing. Her Other didn't fold back into her fingers however: as she paced to one side, chuckling gently she formed it into a deadly looking bullwhip that fell limp beside her.

Anne licked her lips as she watched him twitch in terror and neural disturbance; the chemical her suit had conjured was working exactly as she'd requested: he was paralysed, but would feel everylash!

With a flick she laid the whip out behind her and with an artful swing over her head cracked it with insane accuracy. 'h-kh-huk-' She mentally stammered in utter ecstasy as her victim screamed deliriously, She could have guessed – but never honestly would have – that wearing a living liquid outfit that sent audible reverberations across her body would give some degree of feedback from a whip's crack.

Anne had guessed a little, Eve didn't know a whole lot for a little while, she was garbling euphoria for a good few moments; her overflow of sensory pleasure was what had Anne grasping for sense. "Whew!" She said aloud as her victim's scream trailed off; she paced a couple of times while her suit gathered her senses.

'Weapon of choice, my love?' She asked after a short while, 'l-vevlove-loveyou! I love you, Mistress! Again!' "Hmhmhmhm!" She paced back across the front of him, striking as she did for another moment of wholly opposite physical sensation between predator and prey.

The strength the Other gave her kept her on her feet, even if her lover wasn't on straight-thinking street. One-Two... Three! She struck, standing statuesque afterwards as her adoring costume tried to make her orgasm from every skin-cell, scream euphoria with a million voices or just... anything to thank her in kind for this!

"Mmm... are we having fun yet?!" She purred, tightening her grip on the handle.

6.

Anne gazed over what was left of her victim. Was he alive? Was he dead? Was there a single window for a block around now shattered by the incredible blast waves of her whip? None of the above mattered. Not to her and no longer to her Other.

"So-" She struck, the mere flex of her hips and crack of her arm was ecstasy - so entirely drenched in the symbiote's lubricant was she. "-My Other-" Again, Eve whimpering in another orgasmic spasm over her every inch. "-Whom do you love?" She asked, pacing forwards at last.

'YouyouYOU! Kill him! Kill him good, I'm all yours! Make him wail to death, consumate! Consumate!' Anne cracked a smirk through one side of her mouth as her heels clacked towards the victim, pooling blood and gore beneath him.

She marvelled at what she'd been able to do with the whip as she withdrew it back into her palm, Eve slowly regaining her senses and lustily fawning over impending murder of her ex, carressing Anne hungrily, lovingly.

"Peter Parker..." She softly spoke to the barely living creature of white and red catastrophy, placing her hands on the wall either side of what was left of his head, one barely-existing eye all he could blurrily see her with.

"YOU... betrayed my luscious suit! You hurt her... and so you hurt ME!" She paused for a moment, her voice pure seduction. She was so very up for more, but the wail of sirens said her fun was almost up. "This agony... this torture is the least you deserve! Given the choice I'd keep on hurting you, grinding you down until not even the gristle remained... But we're going to have to cut you SHORT!"

Her forehead did it, a tendril piercing out of it at near supersonic speeds and puncturing his soft, shattered skull. He met eye with her eyes as she tortured him on a psychological and an emotional level. He saw in her eyes the superiority she held over him in his final moments, he felt her rage, her hate, her pure sadism and the way it had purified his former suit's own. He'd helped release a monster of unspeakable evil on the world, all the torment and murder that was to come was on him. That's what she made him believe before she sucked out his brain.

With eyes closed, energy buzzing through her mind and body, Anne Weying savoured her second murder and the delicious feedback the suit gave her. "Now..." She whispered to her other as the suit smoothed back over her forehead. "Do you still wish for me to make you forget him?" It was a tough question and she knew it. Eve wanted to purely be Anne's, but she also wanted to remember this exquisite victory.

Anne listened to this all in her mind, savoured it a little, then cut in. 'Say no more, my darling! I can hear your thoughts, feel your satisfaction... And I love you too!'

She knew what was coming, heard the footsteps on the stairs leading up to the rooftop she stood on and she'd timed the whole opera to end perfectly as the two police officers burst onto the roof, weapons in hand.

"Freeze!" They shouted, pistols aimed at her head. Slowly she straightened herself up, allowing the two men to take in the latex-caked perfection she had become.

"What the fuck?! Don't you fucking move, sicko!" One shouted as Anne slowly turned and began walking towards them. "I said don't-" He saw in her eyes the ravenous hunger that burned within and it crushed his soul.

Terrified shots rang out and she was gone, moving so fast she may as well have teleported ten feet to the left, her strike continuing towards them. "Holy shit!" One shouted, spinning to fire on her again, nobody there to receive the bullets.

"BLEARGH!" One officer screamed as rubber burst through his chest and tore through his shirt, powerful, slender digits holding his heart in front of him in the cold night air.

The second officer span as quickly as he could only to feel his hand cleanly sever from his arm as this kinky killer swept a sword-like blade through his limb. He half staggered back as a laughing Anne artfully swung her blade around and through his other wrist, leaving the screaming man staring at stumps as his partner convulsed on his assailant's right forearm.

"There now." Anne said in satisfaction, her left digits reforming and stroking over her pierced victim's face. "Authority is only as good as the power that upholds it, you understand that... don't you, officers?" She purred playfully, taking in all the Other was singing her way.

"Oh god! Oh god!" The second officer said, staring wide-eyed at his stumps. "Mmm-" Anne moaned, "-I may well be!" A tendrils swung out and forced his face up to watch as she kissed his partner and inhaled his vitality, swiftly exsanguinating the heartless man. The other, helpless prey watched the man's skin bleach, his features age and wilt, his hair turning white and falling out as she left nothing behind.

Eve let his face drop to the husk they dropped at the foot of their kinky boots as she tickled Anne's every inch hungrily. Anne moved relatively slowly, crouching down in front of him to look him in the petrified eyes.

"I am Venom!" She said in a way that threatened his entire existence, "Tell the world I am their nightmares!" He finally blinked and found himself alone. He desperately, hopelessly looked around for her, for anything to give him a hint as to his fate (though he'd already received it.)

After a few moments it sunk in: he'd survived! He sobbed like a child, falling heavywhere he knelt as the approach of further footsteps told him backup had arrived.

He still didn't feel safe, he never would again. No amount of backup would ever stop the dominatrix... Venom, did she say? A shiver arced up his back at the mere thought of the word; what would she do to him if he didn't spread the word? His job didn't matter any more, he would never think of anything as having importance after this... except making sure he never met that terror face-to-face again!