Chapter 196: ❤️In the Spider’s Web

Ann felt chitinous legs lift her with supernatural ease. Looking down, she saw the ground race away as Aranaea pulled her up with Kat and Rosalyn. It might not be too far down, but the quick ascent made her stomach drop. That all stopped as Aranaea reached her desired height.

“Now, let me hang you here. I’ll need to get you all into position. Please wait patiently,” Aranaea crooned. She spun Ann around once, twice, thrice, each rotation adding a thin rope of web around her waist, then let her fall.

Ann shrieked, but the web caught her safely. Reaching up, she pulled her body into a more comfortable position to see where she was.

“That tickles!” Rosalyn giggled from her left.

Aranaea was already at work, trussing Rosalyn up in a very provocative position. Her knees were spread wide, but tied at the ankle. Once that was done, Aranaea had moved to bind the woman’s hands behind her back, weaving an intricate pattern across Rosalyn’s chest to secure the bondage. From the wrists, another strand of web was attached, then lifted into the rafters until that too was secured. Rosalyn hung here, wiggling slightly, but looking around with keen interest. How Aranaea had bound her caused the woman’s plush hips to push outward, fully revealing her pussy to the world while her back arched. Ann was reminded of bondage back in her time.

Shit, that made way too much sense with a spider person. Well, better than a tentacle pit, she supposed. At least they’d consented to this, even if it was under duress. She was going to make the most of this, because who knew if this were the only time she’d meet someone so different that was still sane.

Kat was next, and Aranaea took a moment to assess her body. “Quite the musculature,” the woman hummed. “I wonder how best to show it off. Ah, that’s the one.”

“Ye’re right, Rosalyn,” Kat laughed as the spider got to work. “This does tickle.”

“And those spinnerets are so cool! They work so much faster than any spider I’ve seen, but can vary the volume and strength of the webs at will. You would be a killer dressmaker, miss!”

“Aw, I appreciate the thought,” Aranaea chuckled.

Kat’s bondage was much different than Rosalyn’s. Instead of wrapping, Aranaea attached several strands to various points on Kat’s arms and legs. Pulling on a few, she was able to articulate Kat’s movements in an eerie manner, but left her hips completely untouched. When Kat was released, she ended up face down, dangling from her arms and legs, forcing her core and muscles to fully engage for any type of comfort. Ann drooled at her statuesque girlfriend hanging out of reach.

“You still feel alright?” Ann asked, as Aranaea started to move towards her, using strands above them all.

“Yup!” Rosalyn chirped.

“Bit more o’ a workout than I was expectin’, but I’m fine,” Kat grunted, lifting her torso by sheer strength, then letting it all relax. “Shite, this is actually kinda fun.”

“I’m sure you’d love gymnastics,” Ann laughed.

“Now, for you, my flexible darling,” Aranaea’s husky voice purred in Ann’s ear. It flicked the matron away, but she just smiled. “Let’s see how far you can bend, and we’ll go from there.

Aranaea’s main arms took hold of Ann’s body and began to contort her. Her back bent forward and backwards with ease, nearly in half when she went backwards. She wasn’t quite double jointed yet, but she was getting there, and Aranaea went until Ann told her to stop each time. Next were her fingers, toes, hips, every joint was tested.

“Wonderful. I can make a fine piece of you,” Aranaea said, pride in her eight eyes.

“Thanks?”

“No, thank you.” With that, the spider got to work. Ann’s arms were pulled back, secured at the elbows, then strands between her shoulders pulled them closer. Gently, Aranaea pulled Ann’s hips back further, further, further still until she felt her tail land softly on her head. Looking up, Ann still found it strange to see her legs like this, backwards and above her instead of below.

Aranaea’s next task was securing her like that, with winding strands of sticky silk crossing Ann’s olive skin. Once that was done, she went to her feet, spinning her webs so that Ann’s feet were just nubs, almost like ballerina shoes, but her toes were bound so she’d be walking on the knuckles. It seemed ridiculous, but being so restricted down to even her toes made Ann’s insides quiver and her cock pulse. It had been a long while since she’d grown hard watching Aranaea truss up Rosalyn, and she felt the urge to blow here and now. She wouldn’t, though. She couldn’t.

“There, now we’re all in position. We will begin shortly. Once we do, you have thirty minutes. Resist both myself and each other for the full duration, and you will reap your reward: me. Now, let us begin.”

Rosalyn was gently swung forward by some unknown arrangement of webs above her until her pussy was directly above Kat’s back. A glistening drip of desire dropped from her lips, hitting Kat’s back. Kat was twisted, pulling her to face upwards while bending backwards with her legs thrust out behind her and her arms forward. Gently, Aranaea lowered Rosalyn until her lips touched Kat’s.

“You are to pleasure each other as long as you are in contact with someone’s body. Slacking will lead to failure and death,” Aranaea explained. Kat’s tongue darted out eagerly, taking long, wide licks of Rosalyn’s folds.

Ann felt her own bonds shifting, and she was brought forward. Craning her neck, she watched Kat loom over her, then out of sight. Her neck was flexible, but not enough to see what was going on until something touched her cock. Warm, wet, with strong muscles. Kat!

Ann moaned as she was gently guided into Kat’s depths, her hips moving on their own to try and help.

“No,” Aranaea cautioned. “This is my piece. Be a good guest and stay still. Let me.”

With that, Ann felt a tug at her hips. Phantom threads that held her in the extremely contorted position pulled her ass away from her head, sinking her deeper into Kat. Mighty velvet wrapped around her shaft as she was slowly pushed upwards. Gods, Kat was never one for patience. She’d have tossed Ann to the bed and mounted her by now. This time, Ann got to feel the agony of easing into her lover.

“So good,” she moaned.

Kat made muffled sounds above her, but with Rosalyn latched to her lips, Ann couldn’t make it out.

The threads continued, bending her body into a full U shape. Ann writhed in her bonds as the tempo stayed glacial. She wanted to fuck Kat. Fuck her so bad and… wait, no. She had to resist. Fuck, resisting this? It was that or die. Ann fought back her arousal, clamping it down with iron jaws as her hips finally met Kat’s.

“My, you are large. It’s a wonder you fit in her,” Aranaea crooned.

“Got a skill for it,” Ann grunted as she felt Kat’s insides clench around her. Fuck, she was trying to ride, and she wasn’t as restrained as Ann was. Those hips, so full of strength, grinding into her pelvis? She wouldn’t last long like this.

Sweating, Ann felt a hint of relief mixed with dread as her hips began a glacial descent. She and Kat whined in unison as their connection was inevitably broken.

Aranaea descended in front of Ann, watching her expression with a lascivious grin. A chitinous arm reached out, trailing a finger along Ann’s jawline, drawing her attention. “Doesn’t it feel wonderful, little wolf? To enter your lover, and to leave her?”

“Yes,” Ann groaned through gritted teeth as her hips were pulled back up.

“Really? To leave her? I would have thought you’d want to stay with her forever,” Aranaea chuckled. “Such a disloyal woman.”

“Oh.. Oh fuck,” Ann groaned as Kat clamped down on her. “Leaving only makes coming back better.”

“Oh? I disagree. As a host, I wish for my guests to stay as long as they like, even forever. To be caught in my webs of ecstasy, fully satisfied and wanting for nothing. If I can keep them here, then I can keep them safe.”

“Sound like the dragon,” Ann said. The threads controlling her hips tugged again. This time it wasn’t gentle or slow. Her hips slapped up into Kats with a force that coated both of their groins in Kat’s fluids.

“See how much better that is?” Aranaea smiled sweetly. “Just stay with her, giving her pleasure forever. Do you want that?”

“I… I do,” Ann gasped between thrusts. “Fuck, but I’m… oh shit, not gonna, mmmmf, keep her trapped.”

“Noble. True. A fine representative of your goddess,” Aranaea sneered. “Freedom to love, freedom to give yourself to others, and freedom to take them for yourself. I envy your capacity for that. I only know how to give of myself. Return? Bah. Meagre thanks for a hostess?” Aranaea’s eight black eyes gave Ann the chills as the webs picked up the pace. “No. Not enough! I will be taking what I want of you three, then I will devour you.”

So this is how the Matron was warped. Her hospitality turned and twisted into a sinister jealousy. Ann felt herself regain some control as she realised what was happening, the rising orgasm bubbling in her loins soothing back into a placid pool.

“Enough of this one,” Aranaea growled.

Ann watched as the woman manipulated the threads around her with an expert’s ease. Like playing a harp, she strummed and plucked at bundles, pulled others, twisted a few.

Ann was twisted again, still bent backwards, but flipped so she was facing upwards this time. Kat and Rosalyn were separated above her, moving with a puppeteer’s grace. Kat was positioned flat, her legs spread just above Ann’s face, and then Rosalyn was brought in to fill the gap. Both women gasped as their sexes were pushed together.

Ann whined. The scene she was watching was incredible. Kat and Rosalyn scissoring just made her want to join in. Her pussy ached with need as she craned her neck upwards. A drop hit her forehead, then another. Ann twisted her neck and caught the next one. Clear and crisp, Rosalyn! Oh gods, they were both dripping on her face.

“Drink of them, and resist me,” Aranaea growled from below Ann. “I will have what is mine.”

Warm fingertips traced Ann’s cock, slowly following the veins. None of it was enough to get any satisfaction out of, and Aranaea kept her touch feather-light.

Ann felt herself slipping again. The taste of her lovers in her mouth, the gentle seduction below her? It was a cocktail of sensations she wanted to drink in one gulp.

“Don’t,” Rosalyn groaned above her. “Gotta… not!”

“Aye. Hold on, little lamb. Can’t disappoint our mutt.”

Ann’s heart skipped a beat as she heard that. Rosalyn was always pretty quick, but she’d held out so far. Ann watched as her Ovine lover, held at an angle above her, gave her a tense smile. Those sheepy eyes behind her glasses gleamed with determination.

“Hang in there,” Rosalyn said. “We’ve got this.”

“How long?” Ann asked, catching another drip. Her face was slowly being covered with the fluids raining down on her. It felt so dirty and amazing at the same time.

“Not long enough,” Aranaea growled from below her. One of the hands torturing Ann’s length stopped being gentle and gripped her cock. It was the grip of someone who’d clearly done this before, as Aranaea set to pumping Ann’s turgid cock. As she did, fingers entered Ann, cold and smooth. Aranaea added another insectoid hand to explore Ann’s body further, while her remaining humanoid hand joined the first. Even with two hands, she wasn’t able to grip Ann’s full member, engorged as it was after being in Kat, who always demanded her size be as large as she could take.

“So much,” the spider woman whispered.

Ann couldn’t see her, but she sounded a little lost. Maybe she wasn’t so immune to the lust in the room.

“So much! I need to take it. It’s mine now. All of it.” Aranaea’s hands started to pump faster, the fingers in Ann’s sex digging deeper.

Okay, maybe not.

Ann did her goddamn best to resist. Aranae was hitting so many points that got her off at once, it was fucking hard not to burst there and then. Desperate, she started going through what she’d heard guys talk about. Pulling up pictures in her mind, she imagined an old wrinkly man standing there, naked, giving her a toothless grin.

The image was banished from her head as Aranaea found her G-spot. Cries of pure lust tore themselves out of Ann’s throat as the sensitive patch was hammered against.

Now she tried escaping into her mind, shutting out thoughts entirely. That was a massive mistake as she was left with only the sensations of her body. Racing back, she barely caught herself before a climax escaped her control.

Waheela, can you help?

Not in this, the old wolf chuckled. Endure.

Fuck.

It was at that moment that Aranaea decided to change things up again. Releasing Ann’s cock, Ann lost track of where the Warped had gone. Suddenly, a form towered over the three women locked in relentless pleasure. Ann felt something soft wrap around her cock, then cinch tight. Tight enough to still move, but also gentle enough to feel incredible.

“You have used your mouths far more than I want,” Aranaea said, her tone haughty. “Put them to better use and attend to me.” Her human arms reached out, pulling Rosalyn and Kat’s heads up to level with her breasts. Her intention was clear, but the Warped couldn’t resist the power of a command. “Suck.”

Roaslyn and Kat exchanged a glance, then latched onto a nipple each. Aranaea threw her head back, letting out a husky moan. “Oh, companions of the Goddess touched do not disappoint! Yes!”

As she cried her pleasure, Ann felt whatever was around her cock start to move. Up and down it stroked, velvet and soft, but not wet whatsoever. It was an exotic feeling Ann had a hard time resisting, almost ticklish in its intensity.

“Oh, don’t think I’ve forgotten about you,” Aranaea chuckled. “I have more than these arms.”

Ann’s addled brain finally put it together. Webs! She’d made something with the webs and was using her spider legs to manipulate it! Holy fuck, that was hot! Another cry broke through her resolve as yet another sensation hit her. Smooth, pointed, and oh so careful, one of Aranaea’s legs pushed into her pussy. Gods, it was stretching her already, and it was only a few inches in! Ann felt her traitorous body start to adapt, her insides stretching, allowing further invasion. Every time the tip bumped up against her cervix, she just created more space! By the time Aranaea stopped testing, she had to have taken multiple feet. Everything felt so full. So incredible. Ann’s thoughts began to fuzz and fade. When that leg pulled back and pushed into her, she almost came then and there.

Resist! Waheela barked in her mind.

Ann only half registered the command. It was too much. Way too much for her to take. She had no idea how Rosalyn and Kat, still dripping nectar onto her lolling tongue, were resisting this. She saw the fingers that had pushed into their backsides. Aranaea wasn’t letting anyone get off easy. Heh, get off. She should. It’d feel so good. No!

Ann tried to pull her mind back from the brink. She pushed against her own desires with everything she had. Her cock twitched, precum leaking out far more than she’d seen before, as it was now rapidly stroked. The leg inside her sped up, fucking her guts and abusing her hole with such incredible force. Rosalyn and Kat’s tastes mixed on her tongue, and she drank deeply.

It was time. She was at her limit. She felt her walls start to clench, felt her cock throb and swell. Heat raced through her body as her throat cried out in the purest of raptures!

Then it all stopped. The sheath around her cock stopped, the leg didn’t move, and the fingers in her lovers had stilled. Delirious, Ann made a sound she hoped was a question.

“Damn. Well done. You have passed,” Aranaea sulked.

“Don’t stop,” Kat panted. “Almost feckin’ there.”

“Pleaaash,” Rosalyn moaned around a nipple.

“Shhhoooo gooood!” Ann slurred.

Aranaea actually smiled down at them. “Very well. You can collect your reward after.”

Everything started again, and Ann felt her climax hit like a truck. Her walls clamped down on the leg inside her, making it feel even bigger, more filling, more perfect! At the same time, her knot inflated and her cock began pouring out cum in a white stream. She felt her internal organs clenching as they pumped more and more out of her, only encouraged further as Aranaea kept massaging her with the silk. A splash hit her face as Kat and Rosalyn reached their climaxes, both moaning into Aranaea’s breasts as she held them there. Ann just opened her mouth and swallowed what she could. She couldn’t control much anymore. Better to just give in and enjoy.

It felt like an eternity before her cock was released, and the leg was pulled from her guts. Gently, Aranaea released the tension in the threads holding Ann in her contorted position and lowered all three women to the ground. Kat was the only one to stand upon landing, her threads being less restrictive overall.

With eight tacking sounds of spider legs touching the floor, Aranaea joined them. Ann rolled her head over and looked at the Matron. She was sulking, but didn’t look overly disappointed.

“I will let you recover before you claim your reward,” she said.

Ann felt her body respond to those words. She’d gone longer than that. Much, much longer. There was still a woman in this room to be satisfied, and she wouldn’t leave until she was. Her second wind hitting her, Ann stood, taking a couple shaky steps that steadied as she went.

Rosalyn grumbled something, but pulled herself up as well. It’d been a while since she’d started sleeping with Ann. All of them had grown accustomed to long nights. Their stamina levels might even be getting close to Ann’s when she was fucking.

“We’re not done here,” Ann growled, baring her teeth at Aranaea. “Not until I’m sure that you’re satisfied.”

“Ann’s kept us goin’ fer hours,” Kat laughed, slapping Ann’s shoulder. “Ye set that timer way too short.”

“I could go for some more webs, though. They were really fun. Never felt anything like that. Is the place they come out of sensitive? Could you stick something up there?” Rosalyn said, letting her thoughts tumble out.

“We’ll find out,” Ann grinned up at the Matron, enjoying the worried look on her face.