Head Biter.

The young woman screamed through her ball gag, ignoring the pain in her head from where he'd smacked her, as the man fucked her from behind after he'd torn her panties off. After a few minutes was walking through the dark streets after leaving the Tube station, tired from a long day's work in the city.

As she walked home, the eeriness of the streets had made her more alert, and she had the feeling she was being watched. She had felt something being thrown over her head, and she'd been slapped hard in the head which had knocked her for six. She had felt as if her head was splitting, and so the sounds of him grunting, and a zip being unfastened seemed so far away she barely paid it any heed. But it was only when she had felt her legs being kicked open and she'd felt her panties being torn off by a rough hand, she had pushed aside her aching head and tried to struggle, but he'd smacked her again and shoved a ball gag into her mouth.

She shivered and felt cold as she tried screaming again, whimpering as he plunged into her without caring about her pain. She felt as if she was being torn to shreds.

"BACK OFF!" A deep voice boomed through the air, and the woman yelped as she felt the bastard raping her being ripped out of her with a cry of shock. She backed off, leaning against the filthy wall and she turned her head.

Her eyes widened when she saw a huge….thing in shining black, almost like goo that had been painted on and now giving off a glossy finish like slime. The man who'd been raping her was in its hands, and while she could not see it, she heard a hideous sound before she saw the man's body fall to the ground, without his head.

She gasped in horror through the ball gag, remembering the newspaper stories of headless corpses found, of rapists and child abusers who'd been discovered, with their heads bitten off, although more than a few of them had other organs removed. She'd barely followed the news, fully believing it to be the work of a psychotic vigilante who wanted to spread a grisly message.

But now she knew the vigilante was anything but. The way the head was torn off was so casual, almost like someone taking a bite out of a digestive biscuit.

The thing turned around and stared at her, and she backed up in terror when she saw the thing had two white eyes and a mouth full of fangs. The woman stared at the thing in terror, suddenly she realised he hadn't torn the head off. He'd bitten it off. Just looking at those fangs, she knew this thing was not human.

Whatever it was, it was not of this world, and she was now wondering if the same fate would happen to her. The thing came to her before she could blink and she closed her eyes, but instead of having her head in its mouth, she felt the ball gag being yanked out.

"You're welcome," it/he said in that deep voice.

"Who are you?" She asked, scared.

"We are Venom," the thing said proudly.

"We? Is there someone else here?" She asked, confused.

"No, once we were separate, and now we are Venom!" Venom replied proudly, before he leapt into the darkness, and out of sight, leaving behind a very confused woman.

Xxxxx

Within Venom, Harry was more than content to let his alien friend take the reins of jumping around. It had been 3 months since he had gotten the alien, and in that time Venom had been as true to his word as Harry had expected. The symbiotic relationship that they had had strengthened them completely, and for 3 months the damage his body had taken from the Dursleys had been repaired, fuelled by the chocolate and brains the symbiote liked to eat.

And for 3 months, Harry had also let Venom run amok, and taken him along for the ride. They had a deal; Harry would let the alien take control and go after rapists, child kidnappers and traffickers Harry heard about from his contacts and through the rumours that circulated through the streets like a bad wind, and then Venom was allowed to tear them apart and eat them. In return, the alien would protect and nurture him and share the accumulated knowledge picked up over the years.

In those 3 months, Harry had learnt things about the different branches of science that were so far unknown to human science it would likely be centuries before any reasonably good mind came up with it. To Harry's relief, Venom seemed to be content here. At first, he had been frightened that the alien, who'd quickly wormed his way into his life, would get bored and want to leave.

And he knew Venom could easily find a way to leave; among the bits of information he'd given Harry, the young boy had learnt how easy it was to build a wormhole generator, allowing instantaneous travel from one star system to the next, almost like those Iconian portals from Star Trek The Next Generation. The technology was actually easy to replicate, even if humanity didn't yet realise wormholes existed.

Harry had it worked out; when the time came, he would go with Venom, to Downing St, and make sure the PM built a space exploration agency so they got out into space, and he also planned on going to different scientists experimenting with renewable energies, and show them where they were all going wrong.

But the Venom symbiote had no intentions of leaving, even if Harry had often wondered what it would be like to leave Earth, and travel the galaxy, even if he was scared the alien would abandon him for someone else, somebody better. But Venom had reassured him it was not going to happen.

Thinking about the head biting made him pause in his mind. In truth, Harry had found it disgusting at first but as time passed, he had found it a suitable punishment for scum like them.