She tries to escape the symbiote

Rocketgirl couldn't slow down as long as the symbiote made her run at superspeed. But she figured she could dictate where she went. She circled back to the drop, only to find Black Venomess and Hydra were already gone. There was no sign of where they went.

Rocketgirl felt some of the symbiote in her body ooze into her head behind her temples and heard Black Venomess's voice inside her head as the symbiote pulsed. "Nice try, Rocketgirl, but now that I own you, you'll only find me when I want to be found. Why don't you run along home? Then I'll let you stop running and you can get on with whatever else you have planned for this evening."

Wary of doing anything that would alert Black Venomess to her true identity, Rocketgirl tried running anywhere but home. But no matter where she ran in the city, even across the country, she found that the symbiote would not let her stop running.

"This is cute, Rocketgirl," Black Venomess's voice throbbed through the symbiote behind her temples. "But utterly pointless. I've given you an assignment, and the symbiote will not let you rest until you've completed it. Run home. Now."

Exhausted and out of ideas, Rocketgirl gave in. She ran back to her dorm room, where she was relieved to find her roommate was out. At last, Rocketgirl was able to stop running. She peeled off her costume and collapsed on the bed, totally worn out.

"That's a good girl, Rocketgirl," Black Venomess cooed. "Or should I say, Melissa?" She snickered. "Now that you're finally home, it was easy to figure out who you are. But don't worry. Your secret is safe with me. As long as my secret is safe with you, that is. As a gesture of my goodwill, here's a little gift."

Melissa had forgotten about the symbiote on her G-spot, but now it pulsed and thrummed, quickly exciting the exhausted superheroine. The symbiote tank top contracted, squeezing her tits, and the symbiote bottom rubbed her clit.

"Ooohhhh, unnnnh," Melissa moaned as she writhed about on her bed. As she grew quickly aroused, the symbiote separated under her labia, allowing her to squirt out as her climax crested and she came.

The symbiote migrated back to her temples as the stimulation subsided. "Lovely," Black Venomess said as the heroine began to recover. "You see? Being controlled by a symbiote isn't all bad. I'll leave you be for now, but be ready: I'll have more instructions for you in the next few days."

Melissa felt the symbiote drain out of her head back into her body as she finally calmed her breathing. Alone and at rest for the first time in hours, she took stock of her situation.

A full length mirror revealed to her just how fetching the symbiote "outfit" really was. It looked like shiny black lycra, the perfect workout ensemble. It accentuated her shapely form, and where there was "extra" symbiote material, you couldn't tell -- it had bonded with her skin in such a way as to make it look like her natural tits and ass. Despite herself, she spent several minutes admiring the look.

Then she got to thinking. If she could vibrate her way out of Black Venomess's tendrils the first time, maybe she could do the same now. After all, the symbiote didn't have a human supplying additional leverage against her this time. Rocketgirl began vibrating at supersonic speed, but the symbiote held fast. She tried for ten minutes, but the symbiote was totally unphased, just moving in time with her like a second skin.

Time for plan B. She'd disarmed a thief last week and kept the tools of his trade. Now she took his sharp dagger and slowly, carefully slid its blade into her cleavage, separating the symbiote from her breasts. She pushed the knife down to its hilt in the symbiote, then sliced outward. The symbiote tore roughly. Encouraged, Melissa grabbed at it and pulled, screaming in agony as it felt like it was tearing her skin off. She continued to slice with the dagger as well, until she'd tore straight down the middle of the tank top, separating it into two. Then she dropped the dagger and grabbed the other half of the symbiote tank top with her other hand. Her eyes clenched shut and she wailed in agony as she pulled with all her might, her superspeed activating to give her maximum leverage.

The symbiote began to emit a shriek of its own, and tendrils began to form at the ends of each half of the tank top. Two of them snaked into Melissa's ears. The heroine's eyes opened in a panic. She pulled even harder, now trying not only to remove the tank top but to yank the tendrils out of her ears. But they extended deep into her brain. She felt an aching, a squeeze and a tug in her motor cortex.

Then instantly and against her will, like a switch had been flipped, her hands released the symbiote and her arms went rigidly to her sides. The tendrils snaked rapidly back out of her ears; her eyes danced at the sickening sensation. She watched in horror as the symbiote tendrils all collapsed back into the halves of the tank top, which now swelled and loomed over her chest. Then they slapped down hard, smacking her breasts with such **** they knocked her to the floor.

"OOooooowwwwwwww!" Melissa wailed at the pain. She brought her hands up to massage her breasts, trying to ease the pain from the impact of the symbiote reattaching itself. As her pain gradually subsided, she almost thought she could hear the symbiote purr.

There was more movement within her and a swelling behind her temples again as Black Venomess began to speak. "Might as well face it, Melissa," the villainess taunted. "The symbiote is a part of you now, just like it's a part of me. Don't worry. It grows on you." She chuckled at her pun as the symbiote drained back out of Melissa's head.