Anya finds herself cornered.

Swinging through the sky way of New York and looking around for clues, Anya perched herself next to a gargoyle overhanging the top floor of a hotel to look down at the city at night. She still hadn't found any signs of Peter or where he and MJ had gone to, what's worse was after trying to text Jessica and Miles they came up out of sight too.

"Sigh... Oh Peter, where are you?"

"Right... Behind... You..." Grunted a deep and laboured voice behind her. Turning around, all she caught was the toothy grin of some terrible monster just as black webbing surrounded and enveloped her entire body. Dangling from her feet and struggling in the bonds, Anya gasped and nearly screamed at the sight of the pair of giant monsters chuckling to themselves as they dangled the woman between them.

"Hello... Anya..." Grunted the female of the pair, groping one of her massive spurting breasts with one of her many hands while a free claw reached out and poked the tiny woman with a finger. "So... Puny... Almost forgot... How puny... I was..." Hissing in delight, her four eyes leered down at the woman as her fangs rattled, the act of speech seamed difficult for the massive bloated monster.

"Who are you? What did you do to Peter?"

"Right... Here... Little Spider..." Grunted the male monster, letting her dangle low enough that her head bumped against his raging erection, two of his claws pumped away at his shaft as his mandibles clicked in excitement. "Gonna... Make you... Hnnngh... Like US!"

"What?! What happened to you? Please, you have to fight it!"

At that point, the pair of pitch black monsters went silence, the effort to speak too much of a bother as Jessica pressed up against Peter and made out with him in front of the tiny human, her many hands joining his at his cock to coax and grip at his twitching length. It didn't take long before his girth twitched and let loose a torrent of cum that lathered over the heroine and left her drenched in his juices before he dropped her to the roof of the building they stood on.

Spitting and coughing, Anya was disgusted, wiping as much of the fluid off of her as she could when it turned black to the touch and began to seep into her skin. Then, she began to hear whispers in her mind. A pair of voices whispering words into her ears from within her own mind.

"Huh... There we go, SO much easier than relaying on just 'talking' to each other."

"Saves our mouths for OTHER things."

The ink-like fluid spread across her body, making the woman dizzy as her mind became crowded with thoughts not her own. Ravenous, depraved, based. It took everything she had not to collapse on the roof and fondle herself from all the raw impulses rushing through her.