Once again. This contains explicit, graphic, violence and sexual themes.

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Chapter 15 - A change Of Scenery

The blackness cleared.

She was different, this didn't feel like Ann, but it was definitely a woman. The emotions were different, The way she carried herself was different. And her surroundings, Were completely different.

Dust swirled around her as she walked. The air was clear, coast like, and had almost no smell of city smog. The yellow desert continued to the horizon. Little flora or fauna was to be seen. It seemed a lonely, desolate place. Up ahead of her there was a group of small village of huts, some military like trucks were parked just outside the main spread of the settlement.

She was walking with confidence & grace. She definitely didn't have the full suit on. But it didn't feel like she had normal clothes on. Some sort of tight one piece. The landscape gave Jane a feeling of freedom. The way the hills rolled, the wind swirled and the whisps of the sea air, relative to her life in the city, was magical. She continued walking, alone.

As she neared the huts she saw people. Oddly enough she didn't see any women. All she saw was men. Most of them had guns, Jane didn't know what they were, but they were the normal ones you saw on the news… not that she watched it any more, but whenever you saw someone on the news, they always had that gun unless they were the police or military. Some had bandanas covering their faces, others balaclava's. As she walked into the town she could hear some men whispering to each other.

"Ghaddar" they would nudge to each other. "Ghaddar is here." Others seemed to doubt, "Ghaddar doesn't exist."

Ahead of her two men stood by the largest house in the small settlement. Still single story, but about three times wider than all the others, and with could it be said, more glamorous decoration amongst mud huts in the desert. They both had guns. Large, muscled, angry men. One seemed more twitchy than the other.

"Stop!" He shouted, raising his gun. "Leave, we don't want you here. If you go there will be no trouble." He held his gun more aloft, now directly pointing at her. She looked down the barrel past the sight into his eye. True fear.

"If We cannot stay. Then there will be trouble." She said.

Melissa. This is Melissa. The woman who brought this to me.

The voice seemed to ring in Jane's head, this wasn't part of the vision. Life changing moments often held harder in one's memories. And Melissa's voice was part of one of them.

The nervous man looked to one side towards the huts, off to the distance where she assumed the other men were, who she had walked past after entering the town. Then he looked back at her.

The suit seemed to ripple slightly. Jane knew what was about to happen. Not exactly. Just a massive hunch of the next events. Time slowed.

Melissa's arms raised from her sides. The man's finger squeezed the trigger. Black, thick long tendrils shot out of her hands forming a cone shape with a relatively wide bottom pointing towards the man. As bullets started to shoot out it was nearly at him. The hot, metal slugs hit the symbiotic mass. Which absorbed the impact and slowed them down dropping them to the floor. The mass continued towards him, once it reached the gun it crippled the muzzle. And grabbed him by the arms forcing him to drop the now useless weapon. Time sped back to normal It pulled him closer and closer, he was screaming.

Melissa grabbed the man by the throat and held him above her head, he was a large man and at full arm length she barely took his feet off the floor, but the effect was the same. His eyes were terrified. He couldn't understand how this tiny woman was lifting him, or what the hell broke his gun.

"Worship us!" She said to him.

He looked at her. Fear and defyment covered his face.

She held up her other hand in his face, her nails turning black and elongating. "Worshipus!"

He stayed stowic. Jane could sense a crowd around her. All the men in the village were now here, about 12 of them. The black substance that mimicked nails changed, they became even longer and thicker and swayed with a threatening alien motion. They were now about 30cm long edging closer to his face.

"WORSHIP US!" She shouted at the man, the slight double of her voice appearing.

He looked at the floating tendrils in front of him. Then looked at her. Despite the struggle, he managed to spit. It didn't hit her, it dribbled down his chin. With her hand over his throat it must have been difficult to do even that. But his intentions were clear.

She moved her hand forwards. The thumb tendril squeezed between his lips, the forefinger and little fingers tendrils went up his nose. His eyes glared open. His body began convulsing. His eyes closed in pain as tears began coming out of his eyes. It wasn't because he was actually crying. Just a reaction to pressure on the top of the sinus' as the substance pushed into him. Tendrils from the middle two fingers forced their way between his eye lids. Jane could see the flow of the blackness from her fingers into the man's orifices, it seemed like a lot. She could also sense it in his throat, nasal passage and moving around his eyes and brain, not directly but was vaguely aware.

She let go with her other hand. The blackness held him aloft as it entered his body. The man was shaking. Jane could hear the substance ripping through his insides. His muscles were reacting uncontrollably and spamming. She turned. Looking now at the crowd. She repeated her words to him.

"WORSHIP US!" She shouted.

All of the men bowed down on one knee. They tried not to look at their comrade but couldn't help stealing glances. It was after all. A sight.

Clearly satisfied with the obedience she now had. She turned to walk towards the large hut. The black tendrils detaching at her hands. The man plummeted. She heard one of his legs break as he hit the floor. The black tentacles slowly worked their way completely into the man. He was still writhing on the floor gurgling coming from his mouth. She sultrily walked over to the man who was standing outside the hut. Swaying her hips much more than before. Her tight shiny black boots compressed the sand right in front of the man. His head remained bowed, without looking up at her.

"Stand," she commanded.

He stood up. And to attention. Although he mainly stared ahead soldier like, his eyes occasionally glanced towards his partner. Who was now very dead. The blackness that had consumed his insides had now started puncturing his skin and covering him. Instead of human sounds it was now just the slosh of the substance that was consuming him.

She grabbed his head gently with both her hands. For the first time he looked her in the eyes. She kissed him deeply pushing her tongue into his mouth. She could feel him slowly loosen up. He started to get into it. She slowly ran her right hand down from his face, down his muscled chest and reached into his pants. His snogging became scared and nervous. More blackness came out of her hand, enveloping his dick. Once it had a fair layer she broke off the kiss and pulled her hand out.

"You're currently our favourite," she whispered in his ear as the black cuckold slowly but surely massaged his penis.

She turned and leant against him, crossing her right leg over the left and pushing the toe of her shoe into the sand.

"Bet you're glad you didn't try to shoot us now." She said in a cocky way.

The last bit of his friend was covered in the black. A writhing mass of tendrils before them.

It split suddenly. One entity for every bowing man. They wriggled and crawled across the desert towards their targets. Slowly speeding up. Once they were within a few feet they lept at the men. Only a couple managed to not move. Accepting their fate, whatever it is. The rest struggled. But not for long. One had fallen to his side screaming trying to push the substance away, but fighting a liquid is quite difficult. As he tried to push it away, it slipped through his fingers. Till it found its target, forcing through his waistband, separating into tiny strands that could slip between the teeth in his zipper till it consumed his manhood. He quickly stopped complaining. The pulsating started.

Once she had all 11 men with their sheaths on. Melissa willed her proxy symbiotes to increase the pleasure. Each one had the black substance pumping over his erect cock. But more so the man she was leaning on. He was getting it double fold. All of their faces were completely overwhelmed by this. It pumped their cocks faster than they could. Some of them were audibly moaning. One guy who was particularly well endowed was struggling with his erect cock, covered in the blackness pushing with extreme pressure against his shorts. He took them off and stood their relatively proud of his giant shiny dick, everyone around him could see the substance pumping up and down.

Jane could feel melissa's smile.

Some of them were about to cum. Melissa could see it on their faces. Wherever they were in their stroke, all the sheaths stopped pumping, instantly. The men looked around confused. The guy with no trousers on tried to wank himself. He looked horrified to feel that it had no effect. His arms strained as he tried to get some purchase on his own cock. But the black liquid moved around and redistributed the pressure to make sure he couldn't feel anything. He looked horrified. They all looked to her.

"Anyone who kills one of the women gets to finish," she began, Jane could feel her satisfaction, "And anyone who kills a child gets to finish inside US!"

What the fuck is this crazy bitch on. Is this where she gets off. Oh god that's disgusting.

The guy next to her, "her favorite," started to protest.

"No way you insane woman. You think you can control us like this? We'd rather die than do that."

She took a step back and looked at him.

His sheath came off. Taking with it, his dick and balls. His shorts filled with blood. He screamed. He screamed in absolute agony.

He fell to the floor. There was a lot of blood. Loads of blood. It was pouring out of his crotch. The black Symbiote crawled along the floor, returning to its host. Being absorbed back into her boot.

"We are a god," she called to the remaining ones. The guy on the floor screamed. "You are ants!" She followed.

"Oh fuck, fuck my dick," he screamed.

This is disturbed.

"You have your options." Her outfit liquified and slowly peeled back, revealing her perfect olive skinned, naked body.

"Oh holy… Ahhh, oh," he was a funny colour, clearly losing blood, lots of it.

She lay down on the sand. Like she was sunbathing.

"We've got all the time in the world." She lay back and closed her eyes, basking in the sun.

The man who had removed his trousers seemed panicked, "Ghaddar," he whispered, turned and walked away. He got to a jeep, got in and drove off.

The time passed quickly. The sun got to the highest point in the sky. Some of the men had gone into the huts. Some had remained. No one had killed anyone.

Thank fuck.

Jane felt uncomfortable, dirty and disgusting.

I want to clean my mind.

Melissa had stayed perfectly still. At some point the man had bled out. Jane wasn't sure when as time had passed so quickly.

In the distance she heard a noise. It got steadily closer. It was a vehicle. As it sounded near the edge of town Melissa slowly got up and stretched. She made sure she flashed as many of her sexual bits towards the men. Who had now had no feeling in their dicks for hours.

A van pulled up. The man who had driven off in the jeep earlier, got out. At some point he had gotten a baggier pair of tracksuit bottoms. At the same time, a woman got out of the other side. She was not dressed like anyone else Jane had seen in this "vision" even the quality and cut was drastically off.

He looked at the woman, pointed at Jane. "This is her, she is possessed by the devil"

"This man said you are very sick. You've been doing bad things. What has happened to you?" The woman asked.

"Who are you?" Melissa replied, ignoring the woman's question.

"I am a Christian missionary, working a few villages over."

Melissa looked at the rest of the men. "Now it gets interesting."

"What are you talking about? What's happening? Why are you naked?" The woman continued.

BANG!

No… No…

Melissa turned around. The woman had been shot in the back of the head. He was standing with the gun in his hand. Mouth agape. Trousers round his ankles. And the black mass at his crotch was mashing away. Stupidly fast. It almost looked blurry with the speed. She walked towards him. Stepping over the woman's dead body. He was moaning now. She got closer. He was hunched now. You could see the tip of his cock. Blackness spread around her hand. It became webbed and flat and like a large plate. She held it in front of his cock and as he came she caught it all on it. He moaned as her distorted sense of fun gave him sexual pleasure. Her "hand" was covered in cum. She held it up to her mouth. The long venom tongue snaked out and licked it off. She moaned as she tasted it. Once it was all licked off the black glove the Symbiote receded. With the massive tongue waggling out of her human head, she looked at him.

"We assume you part exchanged our jeep for a van for a reason?" After that she sucked the tongue back in like a giant piece of spaghetti.

No no no no no no no no

He went and opened the back door.

No No No No No No No No No No No

She heard their voices. They were protesting.

Nooooo! Nooooooo! Noooooooo! Noooooooo!

He walked round the front of the van. He had a grin on his face and was holding a rope. As he walked, there was several children with their hands tied and each one tied to the next.

The blackness returned.

Have I passed out within a vision? Is that possible.

What the fuck is wrong with that crazy mother fucker.

Jane could feel her skin crawling.

It's disgusting.

Black still.

It's immoral

Time seemed to go one for a long time.

Jane couldn't shake the feelings. The despicable attitude to innocent human beings. By the looks of it, the literal opposite of who should have been hurt in that situation. She also couldn't shake the feeling that Melissa had done that many more times than Jane had seem.

It was infuriating.

Oh, I'm so angry. If I get the chance I'll skin that cow.

Black.

And then.

After waiting what was effectively, the entirety of time.

She heard it.

She didn't know she had been waiting for it.

But now she had.

It felt like the only thing she wanted…

No... needed to hear.

And from that first word.

She would feel completely different.

Forever.

Jane...