Chapter 12 - The Ghosts Of Our Past

The visions seemed to speed up now.

She was flying through a city with tall skyscrapers, the cars below her seemed old, maybe fifty or sixty years old. The light nights of the city whizzed past her as she reached the top of an arc and started to fall. Her right arm reached out and formed a fist. It was much larger than hers. More muscled and masculine. It was black but not like Melissa's of the other visions, it was much smoother, less alien and seemingly more cloth like. There was a whiteish square on the back of the hand and out of it shot a long Web like tendril. Then she swung with ever increasing speed. Once she got halfway through, at the bottom of the arc, her legs swung forward. Although it should have. It didn't shock her to just go into her field of view, her toned masculine abs with the bottom of an extremely white spider design and just below them a large bulge at her crotch. She was seeing this from a man's point of view.

The scene shifted. She felt amazing. She was looking at the ceiling. Her head slowly looked down. In front of her was a beautiful red headed woman. She was blindfolded. Her mouth was in absolute ecstasy, moaning and breathing heavily. Her deep deep red hair was spread out over the bed. She was on her back. Her breasts were relatively large, but perky and lightly graced with sweat. She wanted to touch them. Her hand came up, seemingly the same of before, particularly the rounded fingers. As it got closer to the woman's tit the blackness peeled back. And a man's hand, with a wedding ring on it grabbed it and squeezed it. She started to feel even better, a feeling she hadn't felt before. She looked down further. At the bottom on her stomach the black had also peeled away. She was slamming her dick into the woman. She could feel it. The pressure, wrapping round her member, the juices of the woman, as she panted Jane could feel her gripping onto her penis. She felt something building up. She looked up and to her left. Looking back at her, was the same body before. Covered as much as possible in the black skin, except where the body touched the woman. The face wasn't venom. It didn't have the mouth and it wasn't as animalistic. It seemed to be just a human head. She started to slam harder. Her dick pulsated. She could feel her cum moving through it and her brain started to tingle. It was so different to her own orgasm. She closed her eyes while she came. Enjoying the feeling. When she opened them again. Venoms head was there for a second. Then the tongue went in and the mouth closed back to the way it was before. She tilted her head to the side in a real WTF Moment.

Black.

She was looking in the mirror. She was a massive hulk of a man. Oozing with massive muscles pulsating all over his naked body. He had short blonde hair. In his left hand he had one of the largest Dumbbells she had ever seen, slowly raising it and lowering while he stared at himself. In his right hand was his huge veiny penis. He was stroking it slowly. Up and down whilst looking at his muscles. His hand slowly had the creeping of the black tendrils over it. She felt a struggle with it. Then his hand was covered in a black tendril sphere, so he couldn't touch his cock. The same things happened with her left hand and she dropped the dumbbell. The arms were pulled up to the ceiling and tied. A little like I was a while ago… Or still am. The blackness covered over his cock in a skin tight condom type layer. She could feel the pressure on it. It felt amazing. But it started expanding till it was about three times the size. And then it started moving. Quickly. It was like nothing she could even comprehend to have felt. It was fucking it up and down. It was stroking round and round. It was tingling, nibbling, stroking, wet and dry all at the same time. The man in her reflection had the smuggest look on his face. He slowly bit his lower lip as the tendrils started moving down his arms and up from his feet. It left his head alone and covered the rest of his body. Shockingly it got bigger in the process. He kept staring at himself. And without blinking the tendrils slowly wrapped up over his face as he came into the black mass pleasuring his cock. Oh fuck that was amazing.

The vision changed again. Each vision had a different feeling. But this one felt the same.

She was in a small suburban house. The decor was old. In front of her was a little old lady, she looked terrified. She had been crying. A lot. They were in the living room. There was stairs to the right and in front was the front door.

She could feel the skin moving over her. Tickling her and pruning her up and down. She could feel a faint throb in her crotch. It feels like when that guy was wanking in the mirror. Maybe this is his vision again. Slowly moving up and down. Not for pleasure or ejaculation. Just a friendly reminder that it's there. And what it can do.

She heard keys in the lock.

"Show Time," she heard the thick, layered and dominating voice from herself. It contained an air of excitement in it. The skin seemed to pick up its attention on the cock she currently experienced. She could feel the weight of the tongue swinging from side to side.

The front door opened. A man in his mid 20's opened it. As he struggled slightly to get his key out of the lock. He noticed what was happening in the living room. The look of shock on his face was terrifying, the picture of his face was that everything he cared about was in danger. The old woman pipped up before he could decide what to do.

"Don't move Peter," the woman's voice quivered, she had obviously been forced to say this. But had practiced enough to reel off the words with a shocking amount of confidence, "he says if you stay there and listen to what he has to say, nothing bad will happen."

"What does that mean Eddie?" Peter said.

"Let's hope you don't have to find out Petey, just let me say my piece and we can all have an early night." Venom, Eddie?, replied. Still with the tongue waggling.

"Please listen to him Peter," the old lady said.

Peter looked at the old lady with confusion and pity, then to Eddie with anger.

The world seemed to slow down. The skin rippled on Eddie's head. What's that?

Her vision seemed to focus on Peter's knee. It was slowly, very slowly, bending. Not that he was bending it slowly, she could just see everything in slow motion. They started to grin. The cock stroking started to increase.

Hundreds of tendrils erupted from their skin. They arced away from Eddie towards the old lady. She was only a couple of feet in front of them. It took about what seemed like three seconds for them to arch over and almost surround the lady. Each one slowly pierced her skin.

By this point peter's knee had barely bent at all. His arms had come round as if he was about to sprint towards them. His face wasn't keeping up with what was happening. His expression soon was still determined to get to them. But deep in his eyes, Jane could see the recognition that it was too late.

The tendrils stayed there for a second. Then they began retracting away from her. Each one took with it.

A piece of skin.

Each tendril pulled away a tiny amount. But together in perfect synchronisation, they had completely skinned this little old lady. All the tendrils dropped their respected parts, they fell to the floor. Some of them. Has bits of hair on them, a couple had clothes pierced into them. A couple of the tendrils dropped her eye balls.

Jane was nowhere near as horrified by this as she should have been. Something about the spectacle of it stirred up in her an air of awe of this power. The skin had started furiously pumping eddie's cock.

The tendrils all returned home. The lady started dropping to the floor. Peter had started his jump towards them. Eddie's hand shot out a long whip like tentacle that flew across the room, knocking the old woman's limp body as it went past her. It wrapped around peter's neck, chest and one his legs while he was now in mid air charging towards Eddie. Time started speeding up. Eddie retracted the tentacle with Peter attached to it. He grabbed peter's head with his other hand and slammed him into the floor. Peter's face was inches from the no skinned, eyeless woman. Eddie forced all his weight onto Peter as he tried to struggle. Although the still covered by the blackness, it Started leaking down onto Peter, suctioning him to the floor. Eddies head was on his shoulder right next to peter's ear, tongue waggling in pleasure. The black ooze had plugged eddie's cock so he co

uldn't cum and was milking him faster than Jane could comprehend. Four tiny tendrils came out of eddie's head and peeled open Peters eyelids, so he had to stare at the woman.

"Now, now, now. Say goodbye to auntie" venom whispered into peter's ear.

"Eddie I'll fucking kill you you insane cu…" Peter tried to say before Venom plunged his long tongue into peter's mouth.

Deep inside the black mess of the two men. One forced to stare at his dead aunt, another approaching orgasmic bliss, another tendril formed. And it forced its way through peters clothes and plunged into his arse. It expanded and fucked him incredibly fast in time with the cock stroking Jane could feel through this weird vision she was having. She could feel Peter struggling to escape the man mountains grip and onslaught.

Without even thinking of the woman or the man. Jane could just feel everything Eddie felt. Oh my god this feels good. The power. The domination. The tingling up my spine. The feel of this thing's pleasure. Eddie's skin was being stroked and massaged. Every tip of her body tingled. The pressure on her her cock was building up. She could feel the cum pushing against the thing bit of the ooze inside her cock. Her brain was fuzzy all she could think of was what the thing was doing to her. Him. Eddie. Me. Us.

Without warning the tendril in her dick popped out. A massive torrent of cum spurted out of her cock. As the alien pumped, all her body's muscles contracted spurting out more and more. The rest of the sensations slowly died down. The alien softened it grip on the dick. The last little dribbles of semen were tenderly coaxed out of Eddie. The thing also stopped slamming itself into peter's arse at the same rate.

The thing slowly peeled off of Eddie. It kept its mass on Peter, holding him down. But slowly revealed eddies naked body to the world. Jane could feel it, tickling across the skin. From the overwhelming pressure and stimulation of before it felt like a releasing change. Eddies knees and hands were still firmly in the black puddle. But at the mouth, the bottom jaw had pulled away from his face. With the tongue attached to it. Still in Peter's mouth.

Eddies human face got even closer to peter's ear.

"You could have had it so much better with us." He was panting slightly, still in post orgasmic bliss. "We wanted you. We were going to be reasonable. You just had to listen Peter. You need to live with what YOU did to aunt may. Then… Then I'll come back for you. And it won't be as fun. Or as fast.

"See you soon, Spider-Man." He finished.

The black mass lifted off of Peter, seemingly bringing Eddie to his feel at the same time. The tongue came out of peter's mouth and returned to its place at eddie's mouth. It spilled up eddie's legs, up his back and then over his head. The last thing to be covered was his smug smile as venoms mouth closed over his face. Jane felt comfort now the suit was back on. Even though it wasn't her body. She still felt naked without the black covering her.

Peter didn't move. He didn't close his eyes. Tears started spilling out of his eyes. Eddie turned and began to walk out the door. He turned to look back and see the man he had just ruined.

Jane noticed Peters bum was covered in blood and cum.

We did that.

The blackness returned. Jane could feel a different presence.

She was in a tunnel. There was a shallow flow of water. It looked like it was on the ceiling. She must have been crawling along the roof of the tunnel.

As her hands went forward they were a lot thinner, and a lot more demonic. Long thin nails, closer to talons than fingers. And the white patches on the back of those hands were not longer the perfect geometric shapes they were before, they were more angled, more veined.

Jane could hear voices in the distance. Quite a crowd. She continued crawling and there was an opening, into a large room. There were several wooden boxes around and about ten men, in balaclavas, with guns and a real dodgy vibe.

She stayed, on the ceiling, staring into the room. It appeared the men were smuggling drugs. She felt an intense hatred towards them but she wasn't quite sure why. The men were arranging things, moving stuff around. Getting some boxes onwheels etc. About an hour past by, it didn't seem long to Jane.

She waited.

She heard one of the men call out to another one.

"Hey Junior, will you go find out if the van's here yet," one of them shouted out.

"Sure Bob" said another. He then put down a box and started walking in Jane's direction.

The skin wriggled.

Show time.

The stuff rippled at Jane's legs, it peeled off her feet, slowly. As it revealed her skin she could feel the humid, surprisingly warm air pass through her toes. It flowed up her legs, it felt like the reverse of getting in a pool, the liquid lapping at your body as you go deeper. She wasn't getting deeper, she was getting shallower. As it got to her waist her crotch and butt were left covered. Like a C-string was left. It flowed up past her midriff and breasts, again leaving two black blobs over her nipples. She felt it leaving the back of her head flowing over the top of her head. She could feel her hair, which was quite short, falling towards the ground and it was freed from the black ooze. Once it got past her eyes she opened her mouth. All the darkness that had previously covered her started sliding into her mouth, slowly passing down her throat. Once it was all in her she gave a devilish grin. She was still on the ceiling. She could feel it, moving around inside her.

Junior entered the tunnel, he was heading towards Jane. She "let go" of the ceiling with her hands and hung from her feet. Her face was about half a meter from juniors face. The shock and confusion in his eyes was glorious, the last thing this man expected when walking down this underground tunnel was a virtually naked woman hanging from the ceiling. It was extra satisfying only being able to see his eyes.

The woman smiled. Then grabbed either side of his head.

"What," he whispered quietish, still in toto much shock to get proper words out.

Her throat, shoulders and back lurched, about to throw up.

"The" he managed at much more appropriate volume

Jane felt it pushing against her gullet, she vomited violently at the man's face. Black, thick, clearly alive and scrambling liquid shot out of her mouth, piercing through the man's balaclava, going down his throat. In between the two, a torrent of fast moving black mass flowed from one to the other. Jane lurched again. It wasn't in a painful way, it was extremely satisfying actually. She lurched one more time and the last strand of black came out. The man was pulsing and shaking. His shoulders seemed to be slamming backwards and forwards. Eventually he stopped and with a blank face stared at Jane.

"Junior, you okay?" Shouted one of the men.

Jane winked.

"Yeah I'm fine," Junior, suddenly more animated, called back. He turned and started walking back.

"I've just forgotten something,"

Jane walked slowly around the outside of the tunnel. Rotating as she did till she was the right way up. As she entered the big room, junior, without a weapon had started attacking the other men. Clawing, biting, punching. Some of them shot at him. For some reason Jane didn't care. She didn't pay attention. But she felt something weird, something deep down. But she wasn't really concentrating on that either. Her remaining suit had come alive. It was rubbing her up and down her slit, teasing her asshole and pinching her nipples lightly. Jane found a area of the floor she liked. Faced towards the battle and lay down. Legs wide spread with her knees in the air. She was just enjoying the teasing of the blackness on her. She closed her eyes and the sensations seemed to increase. She heard a fleshy neck snap off in the distance. Her alien panties penetrated her. She started stroking herself, her belly, her shoulders, hugging her arms as the thing slowly started bringing her towards orgasm. Again she heard a bit of a struggle and scuffle from the other side of the room. In time with the grunts and punches, her nipples and breasts were massaged and rubbed. Her breathing heaved in time with the penetration below. She still didn't feel whole or satisfied. She felt naked.

There was one more snap, there was another thrust.

"Ooooh," she coo'ed.

The phallic implement stayed there. Deep inside her. She heard footsteps coming towards her. The panties removed themselves from her and shuffled, she felt the air on her pussy lips, the black ooze slowly pulled her pussy lips apart. She was very wet and she could feel the exposure. The footsteps stopped.

"I have done everything you wished mistress," Junior said.

Jane opened her eyes and leant her head forward. Juniors clothes were ripped. He was covered in blood, especially at his mouth. His face was bruised and if it wasn't for his neutral facial expression he would have looked like a broken man.

Jane looked down at the pile of bodies. One, she noted as having several scratches on his face and his body was facing the opposite direction. She tilted her head to the side and pursed her lips.

"Not quite everything," she said in a sultry fashion.

He tilted his head to the side as well. The top half of his body seemed to twitch.

In an instant, he split in half at the waist, facial expression completely changing, a horrific distorted scream echoed out of his mouth and round the chamber. Blood started dripping down his legs in quite a large torrent. And the black stuff shot out of him and in a long pulsating mass shot out of his wounds and deep into Jane's pussy. She screamed with pleasure as she was filled to the brim. The rest of the substance splashed up her belly and chest rapidly expanding to cover her. The last bit of it came out of Junior and he folded over backwards onto the floor still screaming. As her hands were covered becoming the vicious talons of before she grabbed some of it and pushed it into her mouth. It filled her mouth and carried on expanding down her throat and up over her head covering her hair. She was being fucked in every hole and all over her skin. Still on her back she was physically shaking as she repeatedly orgasmed. Not a sound came out of her mouth as the entity fucked her throat, pussy and ass in rhythm to her vibrating body. The only thing she could hear was the continued screaming and shock from the crippled junior. Her body was close to not being able to take much more. The substance in her ass slowly relaxed, as did her vagina. It didn't quite remove itself, it just became like the rest, a thin layer covering her insides. Like a tender kiss the stuff in her throat slowly dissipated and she felt a light tap on her lips. Then her giant animalistic mouth opened and she let out an alien, "oooooooooooh yes!"

She jumped to her feet inserting one of her taloned fingers into her black vagina, pushing it in and out slowly. She walked over to the split and broken man. He had given up screaming and was just whimpering.

He locked eyes with her. Fear covered his face. His eyes widened.

She stuck out her tongue and grabbed one of her tits with it, circling it. Covering it in green saliva.

She lifted up her leg. Her toes were also had long nails, they were about triple the length that Jane would have expected. She wiggled them. The movement of her leg changed the angle of her vagina slightly. She enjoyed having her finger in there. The ooze wasn't helping her this time. Except with her endowed fingers.

She smiled. Whilst looking deep in the eyes of Junior.

I think he knows what's coming… I hope it's me.

She slammed her foot down on his head. Crushing it completely. He pussy was once again filled. She pulled her finger out. The long digit that had been in her. Was covered in green slime. She licked it off, savouring the taste. It tasted like pussy wetness, but not Jane's.

I can taste this woman. I don't even know her name and I know what her juice tastes like.

She spoke out loud seemingly to no one.

"We enjoyed that."

I wonder who she's talking to?

The out of nowhere a voice replied.

Yes… Yes we did.

Sorry, been on holiday, very busy and haven't been writing. There won't be another update this week, but there should be another one next Thursday as long as I can keep a few chapters ahead in drafts. More feedback wanted. Someone asked for Black Cat... Well ;)